binkiverse
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“Are you sure?” Hyunjin asks for the fourth time, because he needs to be sure, he needs Changbin to be sure.
Changbin sighs, but his lips quirk upwards, no real frustration behind it. He folds his hands on Hyunjin’s chest and puts his chin on top of them. “You know, I’m going to start thinking you don’t want to fuck me.”
Series
- Part 2 of laundryverse
-
Tags
Summary
“He has so many imaginary friends— we all thought he was making you up—” Shota’s dad rushes to explain. He’s blushing furiously. “Chan said he’s never seen anyone—”
“Well,” Jeonghan laughs. He’s been waiting for this moment. “Usually Chan is too busy flirting with some guy on the playground to notice.”
Shota’s dad makes a little noise, almost defeated. His face scrunches up, and for the first time he looks just like Shota. Jeonghan’s chest hurts a little bit.
“Okay. This has been really insightful,” he says. He waves a hand in the air, eyes failing to meet Jeonghan’s. “I’m going to have to talk with him about that— uh— I’m sorry, you’ve been, like, babysitting my kid three times a week, apparently.”
(OR: Seungcheol learns about the inherent homoeroticism of sitting on a park bench with his kid’s imaginary friend.)
-
Tags
Summary
Rich spoiled Jeonghan x Bodyguard Seungcheol
Jeonghan Yoon has been called a lot of things—brat, spoiled, dangerously unhinged.
The bodyguard industry has another word for him: psychotic.
He’s a billionaire’s son. Beautiful, rich, untouchable—and an absolute nightmare to protect.Jeonghan has never heard the word no—until the new bodyguard Seungcheol shows up.
He’s everything Jeonghan hates: serious, stone-faced, and completely immune to charm. But he’s also hot. Really hot.
And worse? He refuses to treat Jeonghan like the center of the universe.
Which means Jeonghan has no choice but to test his patience—and maybe his professionalism—every chance he gets.
“People call me Jeonghan,” he said, lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile. “But the ones who think I’m pretty call me Angel.” He extended his hand.
Seungcheol didn't shake it. "Jeonghan it is" he nodded.
So that’s how we’re playing. Choi fucking Seungcheol.
You’ll call me Angel. Right after I drag that name from your lips with blood or heat—whichever comes first.
-
Tags
Summary
"That’s some kinda gratitude. What happened to my painfully polite little brother? I get the ideal guy to take you to prom, and you act like he's not even here!"
"I doubt I’d let him take me to the hospital if I were bleeding to death."
Keiji needs a date. Bokuto needs dating lessons. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Series
- Part 1 of Personal Enrichment
-
- Words:
- 5,409
- Works:
- 2
- Bookmarks:
- 19
Bookmarked by binkiverse
20 May 2026