Genre: Gang!Au. Mentions of death, blood, guns, drugs, Featureing: Pentagon
Word Count:2.7 K
Could I request a YOUNGBIN GANG AU in which he saves the reader 😍?! Youngbin is boyfriend material as hell kyaaaaa
A/n. I had a awesome time writing this. Gang leader Youngbin I can imagine him omg hes like a perfect gang leader. I could have done better but the editing part made me cry so I didnt put in more writing like I wanted. It still okay to me Im a amateur writer after all. Hope you enjoy. ps I also out Pentagon as the other gang so I hope you noticed what I did there.
He was pure danger. Someone you shouldn’t have ever gotten involved with in the first place.
You always wondered how you got caught by him. You didn’t remember much of that night, bring home a handsome stranger. One night of intoxicating dancing that lead to you sleeping with him. Waking up to a mess a black hair with hickeys marked across your skin like petals.
2. Michael Clifford | 5. “Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.” | 1. Best Friends
“Fuck you, Michael,” I cursed, throwing the controller to the floor. He chuckled, running his fingers through his recently dyed hair, and tossed his controller to the other side of the couch.
“You owe me ice cream! You pinkie promised! It’s not my fault that I’m such a boss,” He exclaimed, the smirk on his face making me internally melt.
“You’re an asshole, you know,” I muttered, mindlessly scrolling through instagram on my phone.
“I’m your asshole,” He sang. I rolled my eyes. Michael and I had known each other since we were kids, and his flirtatious comments were nothing new. “You know you love me,” He continued, his lips nearing my ear. I felt his breath against my skin, my heart almost beating out of my chest.
“I gotta go,” I spluttered, pulling away from him and heading towards the door. Just as I reached the doorknob, a hand appeared above my head, holding the door shut. I turned around to face him, not making eye contact.
“I’m not letting you leave until you talk to me, Y/N,” He said firmly. I sighed,
“What do you want to talk about?” He leaned down so we were eye level. His hand still rested above my head, knowing that if he let go I would be gone in an instant.
“I want to talk about you,” His face inched closer to mine and I took a step rearward, my back hitting the door. “And me,” His lips hovered over mine. It took everything in me not to kiss him then and there.
“T-there’s nothing to talk about,” I stuttered, trying to keep my composure. Michael moved his head down, his lips brushing against my neck. I pursed my lips together to hold in the moan that wanted to release.
“Princess,” He murmured, “I think you know that there’s something to talk about.” His lips suddenly were on mine and our mouths moved in sync. His free hand moved to my hip and he pulled me closer. He pulled away as we both were breathing heavily. Pink, now swollen lips were back on my neck again,
“Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.” I let out a small moan before coming to my senses.
“Michael I can’t,” I whispered, my voice cracking and tears filling my eyes. He looked in my eyes and took my face in his hands.
“I know you’re scared to get your heart broken,” He said, “But I promise you that I’ll never break your heart.” I sniffled and his thumbs wiped away my tears. “Just give us a shot, please,” He begged. I looked into his eyes,
“You pinkie promise?” Michael held up his hand and our pinkies interlocked.
“I pinkie promise, baby girl,” He confirmed, bringing you in for another kiss.
Requested: Could I request a Hongseok fluff angst scenarios in which reader likes him a lot but tries not to because hongseok is the popular sought after playboy of the school and she doesn’t want to get hurt because 1. What are the odds of him liking her back and 2. Heartbreak as he is a player :3 thank you sorry it’s so detailed
A/n:wow this was awesome to write since you gave so much detail but weren’t to limiting that was great. Hongseok is in the middle of my bias list also. admin-Tae
You side eyed the boy who sat next to you. He was laying his head on the desk sleeping softly. Brown hair messy, puffy lips parted, sleepy smile in his lips. His work was half done, you knew he probably didn’t care about it.
Hongesok. Or what you like to call him ‘dog’ because of how he treats women in the school. Playing with there heart strings until they confess they love him, till he shoots them down or uses them longer.