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Of Part time Jobs and Hidden Feelings

SYPNOSIS. You'd think that with all those part time jobs, she'd be used to making her feelings be part time too. Alternatively, she who jumps from one part time job onto another, she should include hiding her feelings into that roster as well.

PROMPT. Can feelings be part time too?

TROPES. S2F2L. “She fell first, he fell harder”

WC. 1.9k words. (Super haba kasi if isahang post so hehe)

WARNINGS. Use of profanities. Lots of them. Sorry guys. Masyado pong pasmado ang bibig ko kaya nadala sa fanfics.

TAGS. Part-timers; Alternating point of views;

NOTES. I’ve always always wanted to write this prompt kasi matagal na siyang stuck sa utak ko. Like siguro months din ang duration ng stay nito sa utak ko omg. This was supposed to be a spin off story from my commissioned piece kaya lang I thought na it’s best to leave it be and just branch this out as something else. Hence, being a svt fanfic.

MORE NOTES. This is a mixture of smau and written fic pero mas prominent yung written. And since this is a mix of different perspectives, point oh's are Jeon's point of view. And originally, I planned on posting this as one shot kaya lang super haba na niya and I fear that sa sobrang haba, pati kayo mawalan ng gana in the middle of it so chop natin into parts. Wag na rin kayong umasa na tapos na siya kasi to be honest, ang tagal na nito sa drafts ko and ngayon ko lang naisipang i-drop dito. Don't worry naman, tinutuloy ko siya... kapag may time and energy ako. Kaya lang super tagal na kahit ako, di alam kung kailan ko matatapos. lmao.

🏷️: @moonwonuu

One point Oh.

The sound of Lee Seokmin's voice had Wonwoo pausing from reaching the doorknob as he blinked while his eyebrows scrunched for a moment.

Did he hear it right? Lee Seokmin, at a convenience store at- he looked back at the wall clock behind him- two in the morning?

He knew he shouldn't judge. For all he knew, the boy could be pulling an all nighter for an exam the next day, or perhaps playing video games as a way of destressing... or whatever it is people do in the middle of the night.

After all, there isn't really a rule that says this boy can't come to a convenience store at this hour, right? Not when those who come in here had either: gotten their hearts broken, needed some sobering up before they go home, perhaps needing a solace for their raging minds, perhaps just needed to eat- or in his case, working.

And for what he knew about Lee Seokmin was: one, he's the type to wing examinations and hope for the best (he was really amazed at this boy's confidence at that one class they shared), and two, he sucked at video games (he vowed that he will never team up with him again).

So. What's his reason why he visited this convenience store of all places?

At the sound of a female voice, he had found his answer. Heaving out a sigh, he then walked out of the break room only to be greeted by the sight of his co-worker conversing with Lee Seokmin at the counter, her eyes straying to meet his before he averted and went straight towards the furthest aisle from the counter.

So he had been right, it was Lee Seokmin but... how did his co-worker knew him again?

Right. 'They belong in the same circle of friends,' he recalled, hearing the teasing tone Seokmin was using. Trying hard not to listen in as he began listing the inventory for tonight, he found that with this boy, it's quite impossible to do so. “Alam ba nito ang meaning ng indoor voice?” he muttered underneath his breath. And yet, despite the annoyance, he could feel himself smiling as he heard the duo in the front bantering with the familiarity of close friends.

‘Cute,’ he mused as he overheard her threatening her friend as silence engulfed the entire store. ‘Gaano ba 'to katapang at napapasunod niya si Seokmin sa kanya?’ Furrowing his eyebrows, he shook his head in disbelief. It's not his place to know, right?

He is, after all, just a co-worker to her, and she to him. Aside from this graveyard shift, wala naman talaga silang connection sa isa’t isa and while she seems interesting to befriend, he’d rather not.

Girls like her are nothing but trouble, and if what Seokmin said is true-bakit nga ba magtatrabaho ang isang tulad niya? Di ba well off ang mga Yoons? Well, di niya naman talaga kilala sila pero he heard from his roommates that they were well off… somehow.

Sighing, he found himself shaking his head before retrieving the cloth to remove dust from the items, a smile unconsciously flashing across his lips when he heard the boy bid his adieu to his friend.

Despite her tough exterior, he could tell she’s not that bad- not when Lee Seokmin treats her fondly that is. And yet, there’s just something that had him hesitating to approach her, perhaps because she seemed intimidating? What was it that Mingyu had told him again? The Yoons may look like they can destroy you with their stare but they’re really one of the kindest people out there.

Pero kahit na. Di naman niya kilala sila personally, di ba? You can never really tell with people nowadays na rin naman. ‘Yan dapat ang mentality,’ he nodded once he’s satisfied with his task, moving on towards the next one— stocking. ‘It’s better to have few people in your life, the ones you truly trust rather than let them in only to be disappointed in the end.’

Kaya ayan, rather than getting to know each other, both of them found themselves working in complete silence, one genuinely basking in it while the other simmered in anxiousness.

Looking at her reflection, he couldn’t help but reach out. ‘Mukhang bored na nga siya,’ he couldn’t help but notice. ‘Wala naman mawawala right?’ Before his subconscious could even internalize his musings, his mouth opened, testing the waters.

“Gusto mo ba ako naman dyan sa cashier?”

He could tell she was startled. For someone who looked intimidating, her emotions are easily readable from her face that he couldn’t help but think— is she the type to wear her heart out on her sleeve? If so, then how come she doesn’t have friends outside of her circle?

“Kung gusto mo lang naman,” he backtracked as he watched her expressions change. “Cause kanina ka pa dyan nakatayo.”

Chuckling at her answer, he couldn’t help but tease her as she struggled to form the correct response, face flushed as she tried to compose herself. ‘Cute,’ he shook his head as they changed stations- him, manning the counter while she made her way towards the beverage section, his eyes following her every move.

From the way she moved, he could easily tell she’s not the type to work in jobs like these. She’s clumsy and lacking. Yet, she still persisted and worked hard. And while he hates the extra work he had to do, still he appreciated her efforts when it comes to her work.

Thus, cute.

Should he make an effort, then? Have a conversation with her at least? Should he reach out to-

The sound of running cut his train of thoughts, turning towards the door only to see masked men making their way to the convenience store.

Ha.

Mechanically, he found himself raising his arms just as the men entered the store with declaration of robbery.

‘Gusto ko lang naman ng mapayapang buhay,’ he groaned internally, regretting his decision to come in for his shift instead of staying in and calling in sick. ‘Gusto ko lang din naman ng mapayapang shift, bakit parang ang hirap naman i-achieve?’

Heart thumping wildly in his chest, he was about to reach for the cash drawer when he saw something flew from his companion’s direction.

Eyes widening, he turned towards her in astonishment as he saw the initial shock on her face vanish as she continued throwing beverages at the men. ‘Anak ng tipaklong naman, Rianne, wag kang padalos-’

Just before he could even move a muscle, he watched her hurling herself at one of the guys, hitting him with a soda. ‘Oh my god.’ “Yoon Rianne-” he found himself calling out, earning her glare, sending shivers down his spine.

“Get help!” She shouted, making him jump as he reached for his phone. Sino naman tatawagan nya? Pulis, right?

Scrolling down, he could see his hands trembling as he struggled to find the right contact. ‘Ah to hell with this, kahit sino na nga lang. Right now, this crazy girl needs me.’ he thought as he took one glance at the scene before him. He dialed the first person he saw as he fidgeted, sighing in relief once he heard the other side picked up.

Not wasting a single minute, he relayed what happened, going as fast as he can (baka in another life, isa siyang magaling na rapper), not caring if the person on the other side can understand him coherently.

He made sure to emphasize on the convenience store’s name and the current situation before hanging up, attempting to join the madness so as to help her only to slip on the spilled soda on the floor. ‘Aba'y putangina nga naman, Jeon.’

Everything happened so fast that the next thing he knew, there’s a stinging pain on the bridge of his nose, a ringing in his ears aggravated by the familiar shriek of their boss, and a stray yogurt rolling towards just above his eyes.

Ah. What the fuck indeed.

He couldn’t decide which is worse: the fact that they all ended up in the ER at this hour, the fact that he might lose his job, or the blossoming black blue bruise on his co-worker’s face.

He knew he should pay attention to their manager who’s now spouting about damages and whatnot but he couldn’t help but feel guilty as he stared ahead, hands fidgeting with the same yogurt that had rolled next to his face.

‘Kung di lang ako nagfreeze, eh di sana di siya yung nakipagaway? Kung di ako nadulas eh di sana wala siya nyan no?’ Was there something about this time of the night (morning) that made all inner demons to come out and play?

Usually, he can keep these thoughts at bay naman. Kaya lang, looking at her right now made him wish he could’ve done something useful. Was it his pride talking? He doubts it. Was it pity? He’s not really the type to feel that.

So why?

Steeling himself back to the conversation, he could tell she felt guilty for making him lose his job but with what she had done? ‘Parang di rin naman makatarungan that I get to keep my job when I did nothing,’ he bitterly thought as he spoke up, cutting his companion off in the middle of her sentence.

He knew they were surprised. Sino ba namang hindi when they all knew the manager had checked the CCTV footage before he went to check up on them. He knew that technically, he’s not part of the ones who caused damages pero it really didn’t sit well with him to keep the job while she lost hers, di ba?

He could tell these two have so many questions dancing on the tip of their tongues. He knew there are so many thoughts they wanted to voice out loud and he knew that any minute now, may hindi makakatiis at magtatanong pa rin sila. And so he did what he always do whenever he doesn't want anyone prying into his business: putting up his best poker face.

True enough, his manager simply shrugged it off while his companion simply looked at him with interest behind her eyes. Knowing her, she'd still ask after their manager leave them be. ‘Mukhang hindi siya natatakot sakin ah. That's a first.’ he noticed as their manager explained the compensation for his store and the repercussions for their actions to which he simply sighed at. May magagawa pa ba siya eh tapos na?

Looking at his companion and the bruise decorating her eyes, he still couldn't shake off the guilty feeling lingering. Siguro kasi babae siya at grabe na lang ang guilt na nararamdaman niya? Kasi hindi man lang niya napagtanggol siya when he had the means to?

And siguro kaya na rin siya napabitaw ng ganoong promise kasi despite not being close with each other, there's just this feeling of protectiveness towards her. Na para bang kailangan siyang alagaan at dapat di siya nasasaktan? Pero bakit nga ba, Jeon Wonwoo? His subconscious wanted to pry. Ah basta, he shook his head as he watched her fought the smile on her lips.

As he heard her friends' voice from afar, he knew his time with her had come to an end. Is it weird for him to feel something akin to disappointment when he heard Lee Seokmin's voice again? Well.

Standing up, he paused for a moment as he decided to take a leap of courage as he placed the yogurt on her hands, bidding her goodbye.

And as he walked away from her comes with a silent vow to himself.

He'll do better. Just for her.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen filo wonwoo x reader #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen filo imagines #svt wonwoo filo fic #svt filo imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios

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ontowanderlust · 1 year

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Of Part time Jobs and Hidden Feelings

PROMPT. Can feelings be part time too?

TROPES. S2F2L. “She fell first, he fell harder”

WC. 3k words. (Super haba kasi if isahang post so hehe)

WARNINGS. Use of profanities. Lots of them. Sorry guys. Masyado pong pasmado ang bibig ko kaya nadala sa fanfics.

TAGS. Part-timers; Alternating point of views;

🏷️: @moonwonuu

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“Talagang ginawa mo, oh my god,” she could hear the awe behind Seokmin’s voice as he stared at her as if she’s some sort of mirage, absentmindedly placing the cups of ramyeon on top of the counter to which she began to scan through the machine.

“You know very well that I don’t say things without the intent of pushing through, Min-ah,” she grunted, giving him a pointed look as he continued to stare at her before snapping out of his trance as he took out his phone- no doubt to tell everyone in their group about his latest discovery, earning an eye roll from her.

True to her guess, her phone pinged with notifications followed by another consecutive pings- much to her exasperation. Di ba uso ang tulog sa tropa niya? (Spoiler alert: hindi.)

“Onga,” Seokmin agreed, nodding his head as he locked his phone, flashing her a sheepish smile. “Pero kasi naman, Riri, why would you apply for a job when you have no need for it?” He asked just as her co-worker made his way out of the break room, pausing in his tracks when he saw her with a customer. She watched him made eye contact with her before making his way towards the furthest aisle from where she were. Wow.

“Okay, I’ll ask this with much love and sincerity- nabubuang ka na ba?” Seokmin’s voice brought her attention back to him. “Maiintindihan ko pa kung gipit tayo sa cash at mahigit ang pangangailangan natin sa buhay kasi kailangan mong bumuhay ng tatlong anak pero di ba ikaw yung palamunin nina kuya Cheol?”

‘We don’t hit customers,’ she chanted in her head as she flashed him her award wining customer service smile, ignoring the small cough that came from the aisle where her co-worker had disappeared to. Ah, really. Of all times her friend managed to discover where she worked, it was the time where her co-worker had just clocked in. ‘We don’t hit customers no matter how hittable their faces are.’

“Kuya ko ba yun?” she deadpanned, crossing her arms as he shrugged, leaning against the counter.

“Hindi,” his cheshire grin makes her want to really deck him this time. “Kaso di ba palamunin na nun si kuya Han? So like, by extension, it applies na rin sayo? So ano to, nagbabagong buhay ka na ba at gusto mo nang bayaran si kuya sa lahat ng ginastos nya sainyong magkapatid?”

“Gusto mo pa bang makalabas dito nang buhay, Lee Seokmin?” She asked, hoping for her smile to be as menacing as her brother’s, feeling a small satisfaction when her friend let out a squeak before nodding his head furiously, fingers miming a zipper motion on his mouth. “Si kuya Han lang yung palamunin nun, huy. Tsaka didn't we talk about this? Learning experience ‘to for me para ma-hone pa yung mga skills ko.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her suspiciously. “What skills?”

“Social skills, what else?” She shrugged as she watched Seokmin gave her an incredulous look before turning around to peek at the aisle where her co-worker had disappeared to before turning back to her.

‘You call that socializing?’ the disbelief in his face looked palpable and if she didn't know any better, he would've scoffed out loud if it weren't for her looming threat. Takot lang ni Seokmin sa kanya, eh.

Pushing the plastic bag filled with his items, she nodded sagely, flashing him her best customer smile before jerking her head to signal that she's forcing him to leave. ‘Yes. Now get lost, dummy.’

Her friend's eyes narrowed at her while she glared back, daring him to continue. A minute passed before her friend backed down, shaking his head, reaching down to pay for his items.

Once he had collected his change, he raised the hand holding the plastic bag as he turned to leave the premises. “Eto na, sabi ko nga aalis na po ako, mahal na reyna,” he bid her as she scrunched her nose at how loud his voice being at what, two in the morning? “Matulog ka after ng shift mo, ah?”

When she’s sure he had left, she took out her phone, curiously checking for what he had sent in their group chat. Shaking her head, she narrowed her eyes as she typed in her reply, wondering how on earth did Seokmin took the picture without her knowing.

Fighting the urge to huff, she pocketed her phone as her face began to scrunch. Really, what’s so surprising in her taking up a part time job anyway?

Marami namang students ang gumagawa nito so bakit siya hindi pwede, di ba? And hindi naman siya ganun ka-entitled, right? Or siguro kasi not many would get a job just because they have trouble sleeping during the night? Or siguro… not many would get a part time job on a whim.

Ah well. Not many would want the graveyard shift anyway. In fact, when she had applied for this job, the manager looked like he would fall over in relief when she said she’s okay with taking the graveyard shift.

And so, for the first few days of working, she found herself finally enjoying the solitude of the night as she’s being productive instead of wallowing in her own thoughts.

That is, until her manager introduced her new co-worker, Jeon Wonwoo.

Subconsciously, her eyes wandered towards the aisle where he had hid himself only for her eyes to dart back to the monitor screen she was staring earlier when she saw him finally emerge from the said aisle before going towards the next aisle which happened to be where the beverages are.

‘Ang awkward,’ fighting the urge to groan out loud, her fingers kept on tapping on the counter as her eyes kept on darting from the monitor screen to her co-worker’s back who had busied himself by restocking the same items she had “stocked” hours prior. ‘Luh, gaya gaya?’ She bit the urge to voice out.

While she was grateful for the company he provided, (he doesn’t really have a choice in that matter anyway) it felt as if the guy didn’t like her- not even for a tiny bit. (Why else would he ignore and avoid her?) She watched him as he moved from the beverages towards the canned goods aisle with curiosity lingering in her eyes.

It’s not like her to take offense- hell, she doesn’t really care if people liked her or not. But for someone who doesn’t know her, it made her curious as to what she did for him to immediately dislike her upon first meeting especially since she had always been enamored of him the first time she saw him and that was what? Freshman week?

Bitterly smiling to herself, she shook her head as she threw him one last glance, tilting her head when she saw him turn his head slightly. The action had been minuscule but when your older brother goes by the name Yoon Jeonghan, one couldn’t help but become vigilant especially with subtle gestures.

Deciding it was nothing, she turned her attention back to the counter to see if it needed cleaning- for the nth time that night- early morning? ‘Lord, baka naman.’ She let out a small sigh. ‘Wala bang pa-divine intervention diyan? Mukhang mapu-pudpod na rin yung kamay niya kakapunas nung de-lata oh.’

“Uhm,” her reverie broke when she heard someone clearing their throat followed by a smooth baritone voice. If she didn’t have any self control, she would’ve shivered right there and then. “Gusto mo ba ako naman dyan sa cashier?”

Turning to look at him, she could feel her eyebrows furrowing. Has there been an instance where he was the first to approach her? “Kung gusto mo lang naman,” he was quick to add, no doubt noticing the look on her face. “Cause kanina ka pa rin naman nakatayo diyan.”

“Yeah, no, sure,” she blurted out, shaking her head as her eyes widened- was that a flash of amusement in his eyes? And was that an upturn of his mouth? The change in him was quick before she could even dwell on it. It’s as if… it never happened at all.

“Was that a yes or a no?”

‘Uhm, Lord? Ito na ba ang divine intervention mo?’ Wordlessly, she stepped out of the counter to make way for him, silently berating herself as she made her way towards the beverage area yet again, not noticing the way his gaze followed her for a moment before settling behind the counter.

Should she say something to keep the conversation going? But the time for her to reply had passed so should she create another opening for him to talk? Staring at the grapefruit flavored yogurt in front of her, she had came into conclusion, ‘Mukhang nabubuang na nga ako,’

Right? Who in their right mind would overthink as simple as starting the conversation? One with their co-worker as well? It’s like a simple decision, you want to talk or you don’t. There’s no in between- and oh god, is she channeling her inner Woozi?

Just before her thoughts could even spiral further, her train of thoughts- for the nth time that night- had been broken by the sounds of desperate running, making her and her companion turn their heads towards the door only to see masked men making their way into their convenience store.

‘Lord, alam ko humihingi ako ng divine intervention pero mukhang napasobra naman po ata?’ She could feel a headache incoming as she turned to look at her companion who had already had his arms raised. ‘Hala siya. Pinalaki ka bang duwag ng mga magulang mo, Jeon?’

Before she could even comprehend it, she could feel her hand reaching behind her as she grasped on what felt like a cup of yogurt- perhaps the same one she had been glaring at earlier, throwing it as hard as she can towards one of the robbers, hitting him squarely on the head, much to Jeon- and the two masked men's shock.

Did she just-

Earning their attention, she didn’t think twice before throwing whatever she could reach behind her as the robbers advanced towards her, making her spring into action- throwing herself at one of the men, hitting him with the can of soda her hand last took from the fridge.

“Yoon Rianne-”

“Get help!” She gave her a pointed look as she tightened her hold on the masked man while she swung her can over the other man. “Tawagan mo pulis or kung sino man, I don't care just- get. fucking. help!” she grunted as she threw all her weight, shaking the can on her hand as she quickly opened it, spraying liquid onto the other man she had been fending off her.

From her periphery, she could see the hesitation running behind his eyes before reaching for his phone while she gave her all to distract the two guys. She could almost feel the gears on his head turning as he watched her worriedly, already knowing what goes on with his mind- number one being, what the actual fuck?

Honestly? Di rin niya alam bakit niya yun ginawa. Was it because of reflexes? Years of being the subject of her kuya’s pranks when they were kids? A product of her hyperfixation of learning eskrima? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. And since nangyari naman na, might as well go hard right? After all, di siya pinalaking duwag ng kuya niya.

She didn’t know how long she had been holding on to the guy but when she felt the weight from the other man becoming lighter, she sharply turned her head only to see Jeon beginning to follow her actions but before he could even do something, she watched in horror as he slipped on the liquid that had spilled from the soda she had been brandishing earlier.

Lurching forward, she reached for his outstretched hand, trying to catch him. She would’ve successfully saved him from falling if it weren’t for the fact that she was still on the masked man’s back as she attempted to help her co-worker and in doing so, her balance shifted that the sudden force had brought the man down with her, crashing into a pile of entangled limbs- her face jerking backwards as one fist came contact with her eye while she might have kicked someone- judging from the pained groan- to somewhere the sun doesn’t shine.

She would’ve done more- if it weren’t for the sound of keys dropping on the floor followed by a shriek from none other than their store manager. “What the fuck?”

Swallowing a groan as she threw her head back in exasperation, she couldn’t help but bitterly think, ‘Jeon, ang sabi ko tawagan yung pulis. Hindi yung manager.’

“You do realize that I’m letting you both off easily right?” Their manager looked at them with a mixture of pity, annoyance, and amusement as she looked up from her phone, struggling to lock it with one hand as the other was busy with placing an ice pack over her now bruised eye. “What, with the damage done to my store rather than yung perang dapat nanakawin sana ng mga yun?”

She blinked, looking at their manager blankly for a bit before turning to her co-worker who’s now rocking that yellow pikachu band aid on the bridge of his nose then staring back at their manager, wincing when she removed the ice pack from her eye. “Ah but Jeon didn’t really-”

“-realize na yung drinks na tinapon namin were expensive,” he spoke up making her turn to him, raising an eyebrow while he ignored her stare and simply looked back at their manager who looked just as surprised as her.

Huh.

She knew for a fact that the manager had reviewed the CCTV footage of the encounter earlier and while Jeon had been hurt during the fight where he was just pulling the other man off of her, he had not taken part of the said fight. So why on earth was he being let off?

And more importantly, why is he not saying anything about it?

The manager's exasperated sigh had her attention being brought back to the situation.

Seeing the manager shake his head, her heart dropped. "As compensation for protecting my store, l'll give you guys a severance pay and sasagutin ko na rin yung gastos niyo dito," he told them, sympathy evident behind his eyes. "However, since may damage yung store, I'm afraid your severance pay will have to cover the dues."

Letting out a small resigned sigh, they both nodded as their faces fell, the manager giving them gentle pats on their shoulder before leaving them as silence befell them.

Hyperaware of the coldness of the ice pack, she placed it on her lap as she closed and opened her fist to shake off the cold sensation before reaching for her phone.

“You shouldn’t stop applying cold pack on your bruise,” her companion cleared his throat giving her the excuse to study him intently the first time that night. “It will get worse and painful if you stopped.” He explained as she mutely nodded, placing the ice pack back on her eyes, jumping slightly at the combined cold and painful sensation.

Silence engulfed them once more, making her fidget on her seat. “Sorry I got you fired,” she mumbled, closely monitoring his reaction, tilting her head as she heard him hum in acknowledgment. “I don’t know why you did that but I could still run after him-”

“Sorry I couldn’t help you earlier,” he cut her off, offering his own apology, hands fidgeting on a small object she couldn't recognize. “It’s not an excuse but when I saw those men, I just…froze.”

“Understandable,” she shrugged, silently accepting his apology. “Mabilis lang reaction time ko kasi si kuya.” She didn’t know why she’s explaining but she felt like she had to or else she might be known in Jeon Wonwoo’s memory as that crazy beverage throwing girl from the convenience store.

Blinking, she may had forgotten that this was the first time they had interacted so she didn't know if he knew who her brother was. Back pedaling, she cleared her throat. “Uh I mean si kuya Jeonghan yung-”

“I know,” the small reassuring smile on him had her pausing for a moment before snapping herself out of her stupor. “Next time I’ll do better. I won't let you handle them alone.”

“Ah. So gusto mo uli manakawan?” she raised an eyebrow at him, wincing when she realized that she moved her bruised eye, earning a look of concern from him to which she waved dismissably at.

“No,” he shook his head when he's sure that she's alright. “I mean I’ll train my reaction time. Next time mas mabilis na ako magreact kesa sayo. Para di na ikaw yung manunugod bigla bigla.”

Trying to fight the smile threatening to come out. Is he really this… endearing? “Geh, sabi mo eh.”

It looked like he wanted to say more if it weren’t for the familiar sound of Seokmin’s voice from a distance. Inwardly cringing, she couldn't help but think if it's really a good idea to ask for her friends to pick her up rather than her brother.

“Ay talaga naman, Seokmin,” she wanted to facepalm earning a fond shake of Jeon’s head.

Deciding that was his cue, he stood up, pausing for a moment as if he was contemplating on something before nodding his head as he took her hand, placing the object he was playing with earlier on top of her phone.

“Wag ka muna manunugod ah? Get well soon,” he mumbled her name as he walked off while she was left to stare at his retreating back.

Looking down, she let out a small fond scoff as she inspected the grapefruit flavored yogurt cup. Did he really think…? Cute.

Despite her hesitation, she removed the lid and scooped a mouthful before grimacing- a sight that greeted her friends as they came to collect her.

She doesn't like grapefruits and yet, this yogurt may be her favorite out of all.

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ontowanderlust · 1 year

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Hi! Long time no see. It's been a long time since i popped in your asks. So here we are, me appearing from my abyss. How are you? Hope everything is okay, and wharever you are doing now is going great. And I hope you aren't overworking yourself!

Sorry for disturbance and for taking your time!

Oh heeeey! Hi there! How have you been?

There’s no one really dropping asks in my inbox nowadays so I haven’t really been active lately.

A lot has been going on but I still lurk from time to time. Thank you so much for thinking of me still and for dropping by to ask for my welfare. Hope you’re doing well!

Make sure to take good care of yourself okay? Have a lovely day, dearie!

#💌#💌 countessqin

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ontowanderlust · 1 year

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Ahhhhhh okay sooo my lockscreen’s doing it’s hourly thing where it changes every hour randomly and it happens to be mingyu’s hour. I think I have a lot of wonu’s pics as my lockscreen plus my bias line (guoz line) mingyu’s just a rarity lmao 😅 also hoshi too!

Chuck is one of svt’s old songs but it’s still dope to listen to! I usually play svt’s song whenever I go to and from work. Call it destressing 😌😌

Yep. Caratland. Lmao it’s too good of an opportunity to pass by. I present you, the iron deficiency line 😌✊🏻

Too lazy to tag so imma tag: @moonwonuu hehe. (Tags to follow na lang.)

Rules: Post a screenshot of your lock screen photo, a screenshot of the last/current song listened to, as well as the last photo of a celebrity that you saved in your phone.

Lock screen is svt doing their hand thing (bc i love it so much and it's heartwarming) and my home screen is actually seungkwan (bc this wallpaper from pinterest is so aesthetic and i love purple and pastel and seungkwan so i just HAD to) but then swipe right and BOOM you're hit by a photo widget full of some of my fave dino and svt pics

I've been in a broadway kick lately (I've been into musicals long before I've been into svt and listening to show tunes always gives me the comfort of coming home) + SMASH is such an underrated musical tv series, like everyone's talking about glee this glee that when we've got SMASH WITH ORIGINAL SONGS AND A LESS PROBLEMATIC STORYLINE?? pls listen to smash especially let me be your star 🥹 (and if u see smash and bombshell, they're basically the same but smash is the name of the TV series while bombshell is the name of the musical they're writing in the show)

Haha of course he'd be the last one i saved, i actually got it from @onlychans's header because he looks so soft yet buff here and i just want to hug him

Tagged by @bitchlessdino

Tagging with no pressure @ontowanderlust @softnala

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ontowanderlust · 1 year

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Ngayon lang uli me nagtumblr and aaaaaaaaaa it’s good to see you writing again! Actually nung nakita ko yung notifs sabi ko ang cute cute naman nito pwede bang ibulsa na lang? 🥹🥹 hahahha hope to see more of your works, bb! 🤗🤗

your love is like... (chat ver.)

Pairing: dino x reader

Context: describe our relationship in five ways (seventeen smau)

Warnings: swearing

I'm just going to be dumping fics and imagines as much as I can rn because I'm in denial that our break is almost over and I'll have to face the world of academics soon

Tagging: @ontowanderlust @bitchlessdino

#🏷️ junmoonhui #kung pwede lang binulsa na talaga kita hahahah #mej tinatamad ako ngayon kasi ngayon lang din ako nakapagpahinga kaya isang reblog lang muna #for the three of your works #pero promise #i swear ang ganda niyaaaaa #hehe #sorry tamad tong moot mo hehe

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ontowanderlust · 1 year

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Alia hi! Sorry for bothering and so suddenly appearing in your asks! (it's exam time now for me...)

I don't know, if you celebrate it or not, and I hope you won't mind, but I wanted to wish you happy lunar new year! 🥂💖

Heeeeeey okay so haven’t been around tumblr lately these past few days since I’ve been busy but thank you so soooo much for thinking of me!

Hope you spent a lovely lunar new year and cheers to the year ahead! 🫡🤗

#💌 countessqin #i’ll add tags later on but so sorry to only reply to this now!

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ontowanderlust · 1 year

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AaaaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaa??? Teka lang omg. Breathe in breathe out muna akech 🥹🥹

You’re back! Welcome back uy! How are you? Hope you’re doing well!

And omg ka. Idk of you know my vibes but I really really like the concept of soulmates. Kaya lang pabago bago ang sagot ko whenever people ask me if I believe in them or not. Some days kasi, I do.

I love that there’s assurance from the universe that somebody out there is destined to be with you. Some days naman, I don’t. I hate how the universe thinks it’s alright to determine who’s gonna be in your life or not.

Pero one thing I know from soulmates is that they are there to make you feel that you are not alone in this. That even if life is shitty and can make your entire being turn into complete 360 with all the loopty loops in it, meron at meron ka pa rin masasandalan when it becomes too much.

I love this one shot! Grabe! I hope you write more. 🤗🤗

Soulmates Redefined

Pairing: dino (lee chan) x gn!reader

Context: my first english svt fic ahhh reader is from abroad who got a job in korea, and recently moved in with Dino due to unexpected circumstances; drunken musings lead to unexpected conversations and confessions (wc: 2.2k)

Warnings: alcohol TW!!! some swearing, kissing (under the influence), not proofread and written at 2 am, pls let me know if i accidentally included something that is not gender neutral or other possible triggers

The alcohol left a cool feeling as it touched my lips, and warmth as it spread through the rest of my body. My mind grew slightly more unruly with every milliliter of scotch I took. Beside me, Dino swished his glass, ice hitting the sides with faint clanging sounds against the nighttime air.

He let out a sigh with his next sip of alcohol, gazing at the stars above his—sorry, our—apartment balcony.

"Do you ever think," he said, another random musing interjecting our tipsy conversation, "how life was so carefully calculated, how the sun is just bright enough, and the earth hot enough to enable life; how our ancestors had worked through and discovered so much to give us every piece of technology we have; how our present was decided by small decisions in the past, and how one minor alteration in any of those decisions could have lead to something very different to what we know today? And yet here we are, in this moment, drinking together at 12:03 am."

I giggled at his thoughts. "Wow, you really love history, don't you?"

"I'm serious!" He said. "I mean think about it, what would have happened if you hadn't spent a semester of college here in Korea? What if you hadn't accepted Hybe's job offer to become a song-writer?"

"What if I invested in a better apartment instead of settling on the cheapest rent I could find, only to find out one month later that we would be evicted for the construction of a new commercial building?"

"Exactly! And now you have to move in with me—leading to this moment."

I smiled and ruffled his hair. "How drunk are you, really?"

"It's not just that," he said, lightly grabbing my hand and ignoring my question, "do you ever think about how the universe works so mysteriously yet perfectly around you to meet specific people? And every person you meet has a purpose—someone to learn from, a specific and unique experience. And someone, who could be living far away, is suddenly right beside you. Eight billion people, roughly 200 countries, and yet most of us manage to find the perfect person for us to be the best version of ourselves, no matter where we came from. All because of decisions you made from the signs the universe had given you."

I don't know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that his hand continued to linger on mine as he spoke. But whatever was clouding my judgement made me think his dark brown eyes grew softer with every word as he continued to look into mine.

I felt a warm blush spread across my neck—or maybe it was the alcohol?

He was always so passionate, one of the many things I loved about him. Maybe one day he'd get to know that; maybe he won't.

Among all of this, one thought broke the blissful silence. "I don't believe in soulmates."

One. Two. Three seconds. Five seconds. Eight seconds had passed, and all he did was stare at me. Once his slightly intoxicated brain had pieced together what I said, he gave out a hearty laugh.

Oh that laugh. If only he knew how much brighter my days become every time he lets out that laugh. He's my sunshine—just a bundle of pure, genuine happiness giving me warmth and comfort.

But he doesn't need to know that. Right?

I smacked his arm. Gosh, he's really been working out, huh?

"I'm serious!" I said, a small smile gracing my lips. I can't help it, he makes me happy.

He bit his lips to contain his laughter. "Okay, y/n, who hurt you? I mean really, have you never really thought about finding the one?"

I shrugged. "I just think there are more romantic things that the concept of soulmates."

"More romantic that the thought of one imperfect person finding another imperfect person in this cruel reality, meeting because they were destined according to whatever divine power has a hold on this universe?"

It was my turn to bite my lips, this time out of thought. I swirled the glass on my hand.

"It's not that I never thought about it," I said. "I really have thought about it, and when I had my first boyfriend, I thought he was the one. He was almost perfect in every way. Like he was made to be specifically for me. Then things started to not make sense—we couldn't make time for each other, we couldn't communicate as well as we used to."

I took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't know where it started, or how long it had been happening. And that's when I realized finding the one is not as magical as everyone makes it to be."

Dino's hand continued to hold mine, his thumb now rubbing circles against me palm. "So..." he drew out, "what would you do if you finally found the one?"

I felt his hand tighten for a millisecond. He looked at me expectantly. I took another sip of my drink.

"Honestly," I said, "I hope I never do find the one."

His hand slid away from mine. I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes before he looked away. The corners of his mouth drooped ever so slightly. All of this I could chalk it up to the alcohol messing with my head. But no, it was too vivid. His entire aura changed, as if a cloud moved over my sunshine. Even in my intoxicated state, I could tell he was upset.

Did I hurt him? I never meant to do that. What did I say wrong? Or maybe it was like a kid discovering for the first time that Santa isn't real, that there were no magic elves to make them anything they want, no jolly old man to spread the joy.

My hand grabbed his, making him look at me. "Chan-ah, it's not that I don't want to believe in soulmates. I think it's really nice to think that somewhere out there, there's someone who can make you unexplicably happy—that when you meet them, you just know."

"So why don't you wanna meet them?"

I placed my drink down on the table, moving closer to him. "It's not that I don't want to meet them. I just learned to not expect to meet them at all. I stopped waiting for the universe to push me in the 'right direction' or whatever the hell that is. I stopped waiting to find the one. Because instead of the one, I'd rather just find someone. Someone who I can be myself with. Someone to build a relationship with. Instead of a romance written in the stars, I'd rather have a romance written with my partner. Find someone, build a foundation, make compromises. Adjust. Grow. Until we can both be the best version of ourselves. I think it's about defeating the odds in this cruel world and whatever divine power out there controls this universe, without a single knowledge if the two of you would even work. Yet you love each other enough to make it work. You've built a strong foundation for your relationship, something that could withstand anything that comes your way. I think working hard and creating relationship from scratch is more romantic than any preordained destiny. And maybe the fact that having a preordained destiny scares me a bit, thinking I have agency over all my actions only to find out I was meant to end up with a certain person all along. It's more romantic to have a true choice, and be able to wake up everyday and still choose the same person, over and over again."

Dino let out a sigh—of contentment or contempt, I don't know. But if the smile on his face, the twinkle in his eye, and the shifting closer to me were any context at all, I'd say the former.

"I understand," he said. "And that makes so much more sense now that I think about it. It's always been satisfying how Seventeen has gotten to where we are, even though we didn't start out as strong as other groups. And yet here we are now, at the same level as them. It would have been easy to be famous from the start, but building ourselves up from where we were to where we are now—it's a satisfying feeling. And I'll always be thankful for our experiences. It almost seemed impossible with 13 different from 13 different places with 13 different experiences and views in life."

"And yet you made it work. You continue to choose each other."

"We choose each other." His hand moved to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

"We still choose each other," he said again, a hushed whisper this time. His hand lingered on my cheek. His eyes continued to stare into mine.

For some reason, be it the alcohol or the universe or just my own damn intuition, I had a feeling he was talking about something else the second time he said it. Someone else... me?

This time, I was sure it wasn't the alcohol or disorientation. I was sure he slowly moved unto me, heavy-lidded eyes closing as his lips pressed against mine. It was a soft kiss, no excessive movements. Just his puckered lips pressing against mine.

He pulled away for a second, leaving me wanting more, only to be satisfied again as he tilted his head to deepen our kiss. One. Two. Five. Seventeen. Three eighths. Square root of pi. Oh fuck it, time meant nothing anymore as he continued to kiss me. It could have been a second, it could have been a minute. Whatever timeframe it was, nothing else in the world mattered. All my attention was on him and his lips on mine. I could only hope he felt the same.

He pulled eventually pulled away, his eyes still half closed. He put his forehead on mine as he continued to look deeply into my eyes. He smiled and let out a soft chuckle.

"You make me happy," he said. "For whatever reason it is that you're hear, the universe or just you choosing to be here, I'm happy that you are. Everyday I learn something from you. You make me a better person. And everyday I hope to be the same kind of person for you."

"Dino," I said softly, cupping his cheek, "you do make me happy. And maybe part of the reason why I choose to be here is because of you. I don't know if you're the person I'm supposed to end up with, if that's even real. But I do know that I like you. A lot. And I'm willing to make it work if you are."

"I am." He pressed a kiss again. "I really am."

I could see tears start to form in the corner of his eyes. I wiped them off as soon as they came.

"You know," I said, "I'm surprised you thought I believed in soulmates. I've never been the type to wait for the perfect thing to fall into my lap. It's part of the reason why I became a song-writer. Instead of finding the perfect song, I'd rather just make it myself."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. "For someone who doesn't wait around, you sure waited for me to make the first move."

I smacked his shoulder lightly. "And for someone who believes in destiny, you sure took matter in your own hands and made the first move."

"Believe what you wanna believe, y/n, but we complement each other very well."

"And believe what you wanna believe, Dino, but that doesn't ensure that a relationship lasts."

"I know," he said. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders before pulling me close to hime again.

"We'll make it work, y/n. I promise. You're enough reason to fight whatever destiny the universe tries to throw at me."

"We'll make it work," I said.

We stayed in each other's embrace as we finished the rest of our drinks. We talked about all the other times we wanted to confess to each other, our words lost in a fit of giggles.

"Hey," he said softly. "Can we talk about this again tomorrow? When we're more sober."

I nuzzled my head against him and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck. "Sure, on one condition."

"What's that?"

I looked up into his eyes. "I sleep on the floor."

"What? No! You're my guest I can't let you sleep on the floor."

"Well my name isn't on the lease yet, so it's your apartment. I can't let you sleep on the floor."

"Okay, okay," he said in defeat, "if we're a going to officially be a couple anyway, why don't both of us sleep on the bed?"

I shrugged. "That could work."

He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Let's go to bed?"

"Let's go to our bed."

"Oh and y/n"

"Yeah?"

"I choose you."

"I choose you, too."

Tagging: @ontowanderlust hi ate alia im back hehi, and @bitchlessdino you probably don't know me but I love the way you write and since you're whipped for chan, here have a chan to brighten up your day

#📑 junmoonhui #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen lee chan #seventeen dino #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines

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