i'm sorry zico

The way zico is capable of expressing such beautiful dynamics on the subject of love itself–warms my heart so much bc he’s all grown up and still experiencing new things in life while becoming stronger in the process. I’m just emotional over the fact that we’re able to see this side of him despite all odds and how proudly he lets us see such a vulnerability in his music

  • zico: *filming a music show with junior groups*
  • zico: oh shit, you guys are kids! i gotta watch my damn mouth around you little bastards.
  • zico: ...i'm sorry
  • zico: SHOOT, i gotta watch my damn mouth around you little bastards.

So this is based of the drabble game I posted! I’m so sorry it’s late, nonnie! 

*as an aside, I’d like to apologize because my forgetful ass didn’t see the other fucking letter. Forgive me; I’m feeling salty at myself for this.

48A - “I don’t give a shit! I don’t give a fuck!” 15B - In bed 18D - Sweater

Originally posted by fy-woojiho

“Jiho-yah. I swear if you move one more time…”

You’d been trying to sleep for the past few minutes. Try being the key word. Usually Zico was the first to fall prey to the sandman, but apparently, not tonight. Not the night your exhausted body needed it most. At the sound of your groggy threat you felt his movements still behind you.

Until they started up again.


You turned in the bed to look at him. Your eyes open and heavy with an illusion of sleep. Zico looked up at you innocently, his eyes wide and hands clutching at the duvet at his hips.


“What’s the problem?”

For a split second, you thought he wasn’t going to respond when his fingers pulled lightly on his sweater that you’d worn to bed.

“You’re wearing a sweater. You know the rule: no clothes in bed.”

You let out a tired sigh as you fell back against your pillow. Your hands running over your face and into your hair; tired eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I’m too tired to take it off, Jiho.”

It was almost like you could hear the pout before you saw it. His lips soon disappearing in a thin line while his eyes sent pleading messages you couldn’t hear.

“You know I can’t sleep if either of us is wearing anything in bed.”

“That’s because you never tried. Plus, I always thought you’d made that rule up just so you could see me naked.”

“It worked.”

A lazy chuckle sat heavy in your chest while your hands rubbed over your eyes again. The exhaustion you’d been fighting weighing down your bones until you were positive it had you sinking into the mattress.

“Please, just go to sleep.”

You turned to face away from him, hoping it was enough of a signal that you meant business. He didn’t say anything else, and a part of you wondered if he’d eventually fallen asleep. The answer coming moments later as his long legs started thrashing around under the blankets; tugging the duvet off of your shoulders. The mattress  dipping and bouncing with each new position he tried.

You swore your eye was twitching.

When you were about ready to kick him off the bed completely, he stopped. There was no more rustling of sheets. No movements that left you bouncing in place. Nothing.

You let out a silent, “Thank you,” as you relaxed into the warmth of the sheets. Only to have it interrupted once more with the feeling of him tugging on the edges of the sweater.

“Please,” he whispered, “Please take it off.”

You screamed into the pillow; seconds later bolting up to sit.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t give a fuck! Take it off, you damn child!”

You held your arms up over your head, wiggling your fingers while you waited for him to do as you’d instructed. Zico knew you weren’t really mad at him, just grouchy. 

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

He jumped up, arms doing a giddy dance of victory, just before his hands took hold of the hem of the sweater. It was up and over your head in seconds. His warm body replacing the now missing fabric, as he moved you to rest your head against his chest.

Your cheek resting against his chest, his nose burying deep against the strands of your hair. He pulled you tighter to him and you couldn’t deny this was much better than your earlier position.

“Brat,” you mumbled into tattooed skin.

“I love you too,” was his reply; voice already heavy with sleep.

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Never Forget Zico’s Hair Choices


Over Processed

That 70’s Show rejected cast member

Banana Hair

Instant Ramen 2 Pack

I Had Purple Hair Once You Most Likely Didn’t Know That

Ima Highlighter phase

The Little Mermaid

Lost My Beanie

Nah I Found It We Straight Now

But I’m only 21 I Can’t Be Your Daddy

Nonbinary Sailor

The One Time Shayla Wanted To Break Me Off Badly So She Made Me Into A Poster

Lean on Me

Anonymous requested: Zico for #7 since he’s a giraffe.
Part of my prompt request series.

Carrying a full basket of laundry; no problem. Loading up your arms with more groceries than your small arms could handle, also, no problem. But supporting the weight of your boyfriend appeared to be a whole different story.

Jiho was currently leaning against your back with his chin resting on top of your head. His arms dangling loosely over your shoulders as a groan muffled into your hair when you leaned forward to press eleven on the elevator buttons. His body felt like dead weight and gave you more trouble when you tried to stand up straight. At least, as straight as you were a few seconds ago.

“Jiho-yah,” you muttered, giving your body a shake.

The motion did nothing but earn you another groan. His nose dragging back and forth against the strands of your hair. His drunken self no doubt trying to treat you like a giant body pillow. You gave a harder shake and attempted to push you both up, but it was easier said than done.

“Yah! You’re going to make us end up on the floor. Jiho!”

“Shh. Stop yelling,” he whispered against your ear.

You let go of one of his arms to quickly swat his head leaving an “Ow!” in its wake.

“Get it together.”

You’re so small,” he laughed. “What’s the weather like down there?”

“I’m gonna leave you here in the elevator.”

He didn’t respond right away. His quietness making you stop completely to make sure he was still breathing behind you. All had grown eerily quiet besides the hum of the elevator ascending up, when his fingers moved up to poke you in each breast.

“Boop – Boop.”

You wanted to snap at him and remind him that you were currently his legs. That you could easily just drop him and leave him behind to fend for himself. None of that happened, however.

What did happen as the elevator doors opened to your floor, was the immediate scream of, “Piggy back ride!”

“Jiho, no- “

You had no time to brace yourself before his hands were on your shoulders. His drunken body not realizing it was applying too much pressure until your knees caved in under the strain. He jumped up and his legs clumsily wrapped around your small frame; legs tangling up with yours.

“Jagiya, be my prince charming!”

“Quiet pabo.”

The struggle to move was becoming increasingly apparent as your first step to exit the elevator ended with your legs wobbling in place. They threatened to give under the strain of his extra weight and, not to mention, his legs bumping into yours with each step.

“Go faster,” he mumbled, a hand swatting air at your backside as his drunk ass struggled to land a hit.

“I swear to god I’m gonna drop you.”

Jiho was still trying to hit your ass when he must have decided it wasn’t worth the fight. Instead, his hand landing a harsh smack on your thigh and a, “Ya!” right after.

“That is it!”

You started to let go of his legs and wiggled around like mad to let him go. Jiho’s whole body falling back off of yours until you realized his arms were still wrapped around your shoulders. The minute he fell back towards the cold floor of the hallway, you went too. You knew it was a waste to try and grab onto something that was nonexistent in the railing free hallway, but it didn’t stop your flailing arms from trying.

Jiho was the first to connect with the floor with you falling on his chest seconds after. A loud, “Umph,” landing in the hallway. It felt like it was taking your brain forever to catch up with what had just taken place. That you were on the floor in the hallway a few feet from your apartment. Your body nestled between the legs of your boyfriend who wasn’t making a sound so much as breathing.

To check he was still alive you poked his inner thigh earning a groan in reply that sent a small smile to tilt your lips.

You’re so small,” he breathed out. “Too small for piggy back rides.”

I am already so fucking sick of hearing “Song Mino’s Cousin will be on SMTM5” listen. He has a name. He is trying to make a name for himself. If this is all they call him on the show I will fuck some people up. Like we already went through this with Taewoon and Zico and know this didn’t go well. No one liked this. Don’t do this to Song Gunhee as well. Please.

Can I just be a dumb fan girl for 2 seconds? I finally got around to looking at the producing teams for smtm6 and I’m so upset.

I’m a major zico stan but NOT a dean fan. (I’m not saying he’s not talented or anything like that, I can recognize skill. But I don’t /like/ him. I’m not a fan. Not necessarily an anti, but man I rlly don’t like him.)

And to be mad dramatic I’m so mad he’s with zico. Like I feel like it will tarnish all my time with zico cuz dean is there. There is so much more to the show than my fangirling about zico but…..

I just wanna fangirl about zico without dean around!

As usual, Jiho’s and Kyung’s fights consist of 50% insulting each other and 50 remaining percent terrified eyes. When things get heated, voices lowered and tension building, that’s when shit hits the fan. Usually.

“I swear in the name of raspberry jam donuts, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m gonna shove my dick so far up your throat you won’t be able to speak for a full week!” Jiho screeches out in anger, hands lingering on his zipper threateningly.

Kyung looks at Jiho’s face, the front of his pants and then the ground and Jiho can only see his ears burning bright red.

“..But I’d like that.”


AYO! DO YOU WANNA B? BLOCK B! // I don’t know if I will be able to keep this text short… I am not that good with words, but I want to thank these seven adorable, crazy and dorky boys who have been through so much in these four years, but are still here, strong as ever. I want to thank them for not giving up when things were hard, for their courage to keep holding on, for fighting for Block B and for BBC. I want to thank them for always being together, for starting all over again as seven, always as seven. That pain we felt during that long hiatus without any news from them, no news from their old company and their situation as Block B members… I hope we’ll never feel that again. Thankfully, it’s all in the past. Because they started together, and they will always be together. I want to thank Block B for thinking about us all the time: during the hard and sweet times. For loving us with all their hearts, for worrying about us, for coming back to us, for giving us amazing songs, albums, mvs, dvds. Thank you for making us happy and smiley. Thank you for growing up as a group, as artists and as individuals without letting your lively, wild essence fade away. Thank you for always being real to us. BBC will always be here for you, Block B. To support you, to cheer you up, to love you – and to teach you a little when needed, too. We can always lean on each other and we will always walk side by side, holding hands and smiling. All you seven: BBC are proud of you, and love you. Forever. // Happy 4th anniversary.


Favorite Scenes: (This is probably a ritual now for me lol.)

Rappers dissing & pissing each other off before the actual battle
“Competition” being said 10719371997798 times in the show
San E going crazy again
Loco’s judging expression 
Judges’ synchronizing their expressions
“Right in the face”
Judges speaking in english
“Issue-Maker: Blacknut”
Blacknut being dramatic
Blacknut’s freestyle
Noisy team showing one awesome battle
“Andup vs Vernon, ahh shht!” to “It’s a waste watching this performance”
Taewoon’s uncontrollable expression
One wanted to battle Vernon too (lol. le puts Samuel in the middle of them)
Korean Jay-Z
”It’s seemed like a hip hop you do at celebration”
Lyrical mistakes everywhere
Kim Namjoon (aka Zico’s fan) looking at his phone for lyrics + “taking selfies”
Hanhae vs One = Heoollll~
While everyone is intensely practicing, Hanhae & One are all comfortable with each other & lovey-dovey 
Jaewon is obviously in love to Hanhae (lol. can’t blame him about that.)
Hanhae is also in love to Jaewon (alright alright alright. /happily cries for my two baes loving each other instead of me/)
Jaewon’s laugh
Jaewon taking note that they shared a water (he’s all like “omg hanhae senpai~”)
Jaewon obviously shows how much he loves his Hanhae senpai
Jaewon & Hanhae supporting each other 
Judges fanboying about Jaewon & Hanhae
“Oh shht” being said 19308187031 times in the episode
Zico supporting One
Jaewon & Hanhae still showing the love even after elimination
Tablo always lowering his shades when someone comes 
Verbal Jint finally talking & commenting 
Zico muttering “Oh no no no” when Taewoon came in
Taewoon’s awkward dancing
Taewoon being more animated than Zico
Skilled rappers battling each other
Song Mino’s OOTD
Pass Swag
Big Match: “Mayweather vs Pacquiao”
Too good track that it should be on sale
Lil Boi trolling
Hanhae’s winning face
“Are you feeding us today?”
Guerrilla Mission 
Snoop Dogg!
Everyone nodding their head after Snoop Dogg’s speech
Contestants fighting over the mic