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this was rushed

this came to me in a dream 🪑🪑🪑

idek… irdfk

old-ish

bc,,, once upon a time i drew th as… yh

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hi! i'm gonna start writing here. - rion

first and foremost, this is my first time writing fics etc., so please bare with me through this excruciating process of development. english is my second language, so please bare (2) with any grammatical incorrectness and mistakes I might made in the future. since I am also kinda busy, I might also take a long time to answer your requests so please wait heheh. but I will try to do it as soon as possible.

I'm opening requests for fictions, headcanons/imagines for:

K-Pop

Monsta X (Ult: Shownu, Hyungwon, I.M)

Manhwa(s)

Lookism (Ult: Gun, Goo, Jake, Eli, Jichang)

How to Fight / Viral Hit (Ult: Seongjun, Taehoon)

Windbreaker (Ult: Joker, Wooin, Vinny Hong)

there aren't much of a rules, but:

1. please specify which character do you want me to write for

2. I'm not gonna be writing about incest, pedophilia, or any weird kinks out there. will write nsfw on requests.

thanks!

Since requests are open, some Seong Taehoon angst please any scenario is okay.

hi anon! filled my first request hehe, hope you liked it.

You're losing me [Seong Taehoon, angst]

Synopsis: Taehoon lied about not getting into fights again, to you, and he comes back, being almost dead, and called you to come over.

I recommend you to listen to this song while reading!

I bring the first aid kit to the living room.

The house is silent. There's no one except Taehoon and me. It's late, and I should have been home since an hour ago. But here, I am, bandaging his wounds because he called me to come over.

I peeled off one by one, torn clothes' fabric that he used to close the wounds temporarily. Dried blood and wet blood mixed, making the fabrics wet along with sweat. I wiped each one of the wounds with antiseptic, careful not to hurt.

"Ack! Do it slowly!"

"This gonna hurt, y'know. Be still." I said, not even staring at him.

After I carefully cleaned all the wounds, I wrap almost half of his upper body with gauzes in several layers. Little scratches with bandages, all done. I picked all of the things I used before, tidying up all the mess, and stood up. But Taehoon grabbed my hand, tried to stop me.

"Hey. Can we talk for a minute?"

"What?"

"Look. I'm sorry, I lied."

"You're not even sorry, Taehoon. Why? Why do you kept lying? Have you ever trust me?"

"I just don' want ya worried, y'know."

"You don't want me worried, but you always come home for being almost dead. So many occasions yet you learnt none. I don't expect a sorry from a person that never feels sorry for their partner." I clenched my fists, yanking my hand back from his strong grips.

Taehoon covers his face with his hands, slowly carding and grabbing his own hair, seemingly frustated. "If I do things the way you wanted me to be, will you stay? We can start over. Don't leave!" Taehoon's voice raised a little by the end of his words, reaching a pitch I never heard before. Maybe he's about to cry, but whatever.

My mind races by almost every memory that I had with him. A year sure feels short, especially with him. Recently, prior and during their so-called mission of catching Lee Jinho, he got really distant. And it's not that I know something was up, he was just saying that he trains a lot to perfecting his moves. Silly me, believing all of the lies.

All the chats left unreplied, late dates, missing calls, etc. And one night, when we were about to go on dates, he called me and asked me to postpone the date because he felt kind of funny and not in the mood for going on a date. Funny for me, I can hear the faint sounds of the taekwondo car he and his friends usually use to go for missions, and Hobin's voice who was talking to someone else in the car. I said yes, and hang up the call. Best believe, Taehoon didn't even think I would knew it was all lies.

I'm trying my best to hold my tears. My voice started to crack, and suddenly breathing is so hard. The air is thick with loss and indecision. All the pain that I felt was all just an imposition. It's a burden. He didn't felt sorry for it, he felt exasperated for it.

"If we had to start over to feel okay, I guess maybe we weren't meant to be. This is final, Taehoon. I learnt my lesson, you don't. Hope you find someone that.. understands you, better than me. Sorry."

I can feel his gaze on my back. Walking out the door, I inhale the cold air the night serves for me. This might feel rough for days ahead, but I'll be okay. I'll be alright.

I close the metal fence behind me, and stared at the crescent moon. So pretty, yet alone. I hope the moon knew, they got a company tonight.

Hi, I really like your work, If possible could you please write a one shot with Taehoon and his s/o where his father caught them kissing (possibly a hint of nsfw) and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

Lipbalm [Seong Taehoon, Fluff]

Synopsis: You were being caught. By who? His dad.

a/n 𖦹 new fic in years LMAOAOA hope you like it nonnie <3

tw & cw ✰ cursing. a little [dissapear from the world] joke.

If there's one thing about Taehoon that you truly despise and adore at the same time, it would be his randomness, kissing you randomly when you had just applied lipbalms.

It was just a fine afternoon in his house, with you successfully dragging Taehoon to do his homework. After all the nags and things, he managed to finish it with your help. You turned the TV on later, just before your upper lip brushed your lower ones. Think its been a long time ever since you applied lipbalms.

You pulled out a cherry-flavoured lipbalms from your backpack, applying it softly. With few strokes, you closes the cap and put them back in your backpack. It reaches Taehoon's attention, who was just trying to find snacks in the fridge. After finding some snacks, he sits down, huffing loudly.

You would never expect the words rolling out of his mouth. "Can I try 'yer lipbalm?"

"Huh?" You hum confusedly. The Seong Taehoon that uses nothing and licks his own lips because he's too lazy to use lipbalms (even after you gifted him one), is asking to use your lipbalm? Think the world is in a sorta apocalypse.

"Yer got a new one.. right? So.. y'know, wanna try how it tastes," he replied casually.

You muttered a small 'Oh' before pulling out the lipbalm from your backpack and handling it to him. Until he denies.

"No, idiot. Wanna taste it like this," Taehoon touches your chin softly but firmly, tilting you in a position that creates an easier access for his lips (and so your noses didn't bump). He slowly nibbles on the lower lip as you relaxes into the kiss, letting him do whatever he wants.

With closed eyes, you savour the feels of his mouth slowly devouring yours. His tongue dancing, giving yours a lingering taste of a peppermint candy he ate on your way home. Slowly, your hands finds its way on the light brown strands of his hair, tugging and pulling the hairs on the nape of his neck. Also, simultaneously pulling him closer.

Both of you were so deep in the moment, you did not realize the sounds of the locks and doorknob being pulled. Hansoo, just stand awkwardly when he just entered home. He clears his throat, signaling both of you.

You pulled out of the kiss quickly, being the one of you who realize Hansoo's presence. Taehoon, on the other hand, did not realize. It was only when he realizes you're blushing, and trying to find what or who made you did that (aside from him). And there, Hansoo is, in the doorway, trying to check the perfectly fine shoe rack.

"Ugh, just go away, dad." Taehoon grunts as his dad enters his bedroom, chuckling softly while muttering a word or two.

With the click of the door that was closed, you sighed. The day was going late, and you're.. pretty embarassed after being caught kissing with Taehoon. Damn. The thoughts itself makes you wanna dissapear from the existence.

You stood up from the couch and fixes your skirt, taking your bag. "I'm gonna head home. It's gonna be late,"

Taehoon also stands. "'M gonna walk you home, 'kay?"

"But it's late-"

"Because it's late. Can't let ya walk around this late alone, huh,"

He intertwines his hands with you as he guides you out, softly (or not) yelling at his dad that he's gonna walk you home for a few minutes.

Arrived at your home, he makes sure you're already inside the house and had locked the door before he left. And then, on his way home, he sent a simple text,

Thank you for the lipbalm. ㅋㅋ

Best believe he sent it with the biggest grin you see on your entire years of life, smiling like an idiot on his phone.