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borathae · 1 year

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Fanfic Writer asks

Tagged by @daegulinekush thank you so much, love!! 💜

1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?

I can’t possibly pick, I have so many characters I love writing for. The aaol couple, all of my tct characters, the SA lovelies. Like I even enjoy writing certain side characters like for example The Old Choi from OY. I couldn’t possibly pick because I pour so much in love into all of my characters no matter how big or small

except for CBT OC, she’s a bitch and I wanna fight her

2) What is your favorite fic of yours?

I love all of my stories very dearly ahhfhd but my Top Five (in no particular order) would be:

Queendom Series

Sanguis Alpha

The Cocktail Trilogy

An Abundance of Luck & A Sprinkle of Fate

Only Yesterday

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

My husband!Yoongi series. You guys, read it. He’s so cute!!

4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?

Cold Gun

You bitches said it’s horny time and I respect & support that

5) Do you like one shots or multi-chapters?

I like both. It all depends on my mood and what I want to create that day.

Oneshots feel like a quick daytrip. They are great if I have a random idea begging to be created or if I need a distraction from working on my longer stories. And they don’t really occupy my mind once I finished them, so they are always a refreshing way to pass the time.

Multi-chaptered stories feel more like a long journey without a set arrival time. They take up my thoughts for a period of time and stay with me throughout that time. Like for example, I will always see Late Summer of 2020 as my “Purple Rain Summer” as I actively worked on PR during that time and Fall 2021 will always be my “Sanguis Alpha Autumn” because that is what I worked on during that time.

6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

Not really? Most of my outlining happens in my brain throughout the day hahaha I have like a mental catalogue of all my story outlines on demand whenever I want to. I can actually visualise myself picking out a certain book and opening it and then flipping through its pages. Like no joke, I actually have a mental library of my WIPs I can always go to afadf

7) How do you edit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?

I reread the story at least two times after finishing it, then let it sit for a day or two and then reread it one last time. I look for grammatical errors, punctuation errors, plotholes, wonky sentences/dialogue and sometimes I also end up adding more details to scenes to make them even more engaging.

For my multi chaptered stories, I like to reread every chapter once after my entire editing process and then once right before posting just in case I missed some mistakes.

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?

Yes I do. I use my stories as therapy at some parts. It can be either through one character struggling and finding guidance in another character’s words. Or sometimes it’s just someone getting their face punched in while I imagined the face of someone who wronged me whilst writing the scene ahhaha I said what I said. Also obviously places, food, music, art, just living life inspires me as well and I like to incooporate it in my stories in some way or another.

9) Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language etc)

I picture the setting & body language yes. I also smell scents. I mean not like actually smell them, but my mind connects certain scents with certain settings. My scenes are definitely very sensory imput heavy. Also, I can see my settings perfectly, I just suck at describing them. Like I know how the house of the OGC couple looks like & I can see myself walking through the SA estate into the smallest to details. I just can’t describe them to you guys hahaha

10) How do you feel about writing plot, setting/description, inner thoughts, dialogue?

how do I feel about it? I mean, I love it. Isn’t that the whole point of writing? That you create your own little worlds with their own plots & settings & history? I also love writing inner thoughts & dialogue. Also again, the only thing I always struggle with is describing environments. Like the pretty views are all in my mind, but I can’t get them on paper. No joke, if someone plugged a machine into my brain, which can conjure perfect replicas of how I imagine my worlds so I can show them to you guys, that would be great ahhaha

11) What perspective do you write from most and/or least and why? (1st, 3rd limited, 3rd omniscient, deep pov, etc)

Anything but 1st person, that makes me cringe so hard hahahah. I also had to google what “deep pov” means and I don’t think that I wrote that before either, but it sounds very interesting actually.

Also this is such a random sidenote but smut in German makes me want to drink bleach. I would rather give up writing forever then ever write smut in German hahahah

12) Do you like to switch pov's a lot or stick to one character?

I really enjoy switching POVs. It’s so much fun to tell the story from different characters’ eyes and how they might percieve certain events differently than other characters.

13) Are you a fast or slow writer?

I am neither fast nor slow, I am perfectly paced for my own self. Writing (as a fun lil hobby) should never be a race against time.

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

I had a few people tell me that they noticed the masked man in Ch.15 of SA say “little one” & that they remember Namjoon calling her like that in the library as well. So that was really cool because omfg yES you noticed!!

I also really like it when people come to me after rereading a story and they go all like “omfg I noticed so many hints with the second read through, it should have been so obvious. It’s crazy how obvious some things are if you have more context”. Because that’s what I personally really love about revisiting stories, so it’s always nice to have people tell me that.

15) If you could only write one type of fic (angst, fluff, etc.) for the rest of your life what would it be?

Slice of Life happy moments & Smut between two people deeply in love oh those two just hit different

16) Do you have a method for getting characters to sound/feel in character?

Yes I have. I use certain vocabulary for certain characters and also structure my sentences differently. Let’s take Sanguis Alpha for example. If I wrote a scene out of Tae’s POV the sentences would be well structured and adorned with fancy, old-fashioned words. While during passages from Kook’s POV the sentences are short and sometimes many thoughts are jumble into one, because of how reactive he still is to every sensory imput and how every new imput can cause him to have a new thought.

17) Do you have any wips that you can tell us about? What are you most excited for in you wip?

YOU GUYS MAGNUS VENATIO IS RUINING ME OMFGF THE ANGST CONTINUES AND I CAN’T HANDLE IT ANYMORE I just had to make Tae cry and now I am broken because poor baby doesn’t deserve to cry :(

18) What's the most obscure thing you've researched for a fic?

Probably how quickly bullet wounds heal & how it feels to get shot in certain areas of the body (it’s for Family Matters because shit’s about to go down in that fic). Actually. Maybe also where to stab a person to kill them quickly fadsfha (it was for A Tiger’s Judgement). And like how certain poisonous mushrooms kill you (it’s for Fallen for You). lisTEN I could very succesfully kill people now HAHAHA for legal reasons, this is a joke lmoaoao

19) What is some random info you happen to have that you used in a fic?

All of my photography knowledge in Shutter Sounds, that came in really handy.

20) What is your favorite thing about writing fanfic? What about writing in general?

Just that I can escape into my own little worlds and forget about the real world. And I guess about fanfic, it’s great because it’s with people you already know well so you miss out on that really tiring process of “getting to know the characters” because you already know how they might act & look and that can be really comforting to many people, including me.

Also, it’s also really fucking rewarding to look at a finished project and go “holy moly, those words in that specific order under that specifid plotline didn’t exist in this world before I created them and without me this story would have never even existed. I did that! I made a new thing from scratch!”

Thank you so much for this tag. I had a blast answering those questions!! I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this. I’m serious, tag me in yours if you decided to do it!! 💜

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muznew · 6 months

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HOUSE MUSIC 2023 _ DANCE HITS

DATE CREATED: 2023-10-08 Tracklist : 0800 HEAVEN - Nathan Dawe, Joel Corry, Ella Henderson.mp3 1035 - Tiësto, Tate McRae.mp3 21 Reasons - Nathan Dawe, Ella Henderson.mp3 adore u - Fred again.., Obongjayar.mp3 Afraid to Feel - LF SYSTEM.mp3 After Midnight (feat. Xoro) - Lucas & Steve, Yves V, Xoro.mp3 Asking - Sonny Fodera, MK, Clementine Douglas.mp3 Baby Don't Hurt Me - David Guetta, Anne-Marie, Coi Leray.mp3 Better (feat. Decades) - TCTS, Decades.mp3 Better (feat. Jena) - Ferreck Dawn, Jena.mp3 Better Me (feat. Lily Mckenzie) - Saffron Stone, Lily Mckenzie.mp3 Bittersweet Goodbye - Issey Cross.mp3 Black & Blue - Goodboys.mp3 BOTH - Tiësto, 21 Savage, BIA.mp3 Call My Name - BLONDISH.mp3 Catchin' Fire - BYOR.mp3 Chemistry - KREAM, Camden Cox, IDEMI.mp3 Colourblind - Jess Bays, Hayley May.mp3 Crazy What Love Can Do - David Guetta, Becky Hill, Ella Henderson.mp3 Crying On The Dancefloor - Sam Feldt, Jonas Blue, Endless Summer, Violet Days.mp3 DNA (Loving Read the full article

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djmusicbest · 6 months

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HOUSE MUSIC 2023 _ DANCE HITS

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viastro · 4 years

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better with you | xu minghao

ミ★ synopsis: in which you only agreed to go to the fair if they didn’t force you to go on any scary rides, but jun knows minghao can change your mind. [day 29 of a tct summer collection]

ミ★ genre: summer fair!au, best friends to lovers, fluff, humor

ミ★ warnings: mentions of vomit

ミ★ word count: 3,117

ミ★ pairings: minghao x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys !! i hope you like this oneshot i wrote for the tct summer collection! make sure to check out all my friends works in the masterlist, everyone a part of tct is incredibly talented and all their content is epic !! so make sure to give them love too... or else. :D

A TCT SUMMER COLLECTION MASTERLIST

“I bet you can convince yn to go onto the ring of fire.” Jun whispers to Minghao as they wait for you and Mingyu to come back with the stack of fries you all ordered. Minghao scoffs, shaking his head when he remembers how adamant you were to not go on any of the rides that make you go upside down. It was one of the only reasons they were able to convince you to come with them to the fair.

“She only agreed to come if we didn’t force her to go on rides like that.” Jun chuckles, looking over to see you and Mingyu happy dancing as you wait for the food. “She’s literally in love with you, of course she’d agree if you asked her.”

Minghao sputters at Jun’s statement, beginning to choke over air, causing Jun’s eyes to widen. “Hao! Are you okay?!” Minghao finally manages to take a deep inhale after Jun begins to panic over his best friend dying, running around the table to look for your bag to grab the water bottle.

“I’m fine, I’m not dying. I just, what do you mean she’s in love with me?” Jun lets out a relieved sigh, patting Minghao’s back.

“Just pay close attention to how she acts with you versus us. Then you’ll see your one-sided love is more mutual than you think.”

“Fries time! Fries time!” You sing as you put the freshly fried potatoes onto the table, snapping the two out of their conversation. Mingyu places the second batch of fries on the table along with the napkins, sitting down beside you. “I hope these are as delicious as they say.”

The four of you each take a couple, and taste it right away. Your eyes bulge out, as do the other guys who glance at each other. You immediately look towards Minghao, and he catches your eyes at the same time. You let out a small noise of approval, giving him an excited thumbs up before pushing more towards him.

“Why are you pushing it towards me? You’re the one most excited for the fries.” Minghao says with a giggle, and you scoff at him.

“Just because I’m really excited doesn’t mean I shouldn’t share! I know you were excited for them too, so eat more mingming!”

Minghao looks down with a small blush due to the nickname, taking a couple fries and shoving them into his mouth to look busy. Jun nudges him, mouthing the word, “see!” Mingyu chuckles at the interaction, nodding his head in agreement while you sit there, oblivious. Your focus is on the delicious fries that were absolutely worth the hype !! Until you notice you’re the only one devouring them, so you pause, and look up at the three guys who are looking at you with amused expressions on their faces.

“Are you guys gonna eat the fries or what?”

“Pretty sure you’re going to finish them all before we can even finish chewing.”

“... bitch.”

“Did he lie?” You turn towards Minghao to see if he’s on your side. The betrayal sinks in the moment he avoids your gaze and takes a large sip from his water bottle.

“Damn. It really be your own.”

“I’ll wait for you guys here!” You say cheerfully, preparing to sit down on the bench once the boys get ready to line up for the ring of fire. “Oh no, you’re riding this with us.” Jun grabs your wrist, pulling you into the line.

Your eyes widen, yanking your wrist out of his grasp and stepping back out of the line. You look up at the ride, grimacing at the people going upside down in the loop multiple times. Turning back towards Jun, you glare. “Absolutely not.”

Mingyu nudges Minghao, and he gives him a look. Minghao lets out a breath, slowly reaching his hand out towards yours. “This is the only scary ride we’ll ask you to go on.” Your heart beats a bit faster at his outstretched hand, looking up into his eyes, he can tell you’re still not fully convinced.

“I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” Minghao offers with a soft grin, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the whipped smile from breaking out onto your face. You let out a sigh, intertwining your fingers with his and he places you next to him in line. Jun and Mingyu squeal silently beside each other, hitting each other's arms at the view of you and Minghao’s connected hands.

“How many in your group?” Your heart sinks to your stomach when Minghao answers that there’s four of you guys.

oh god why am i doing this

With your heart nervously beating against your chest, the employee scans your wristbands and leads you to the row of five. As soon as you get buckled in, Minghao finds your hand again and intertwines his fingers with yours. “Are you ready yn?”

You don’t respond, nervously bouncing your leg as you stare down at the hot metal. Mingyu and Jun let out a small giggle at the sight, telling you that it’ll be okay. Minghao squeezes your hand, and you turn to glance at him. He gives you a smile, and you try your best to muster a smile.

The ride jerks and your eyes widen, already opening your mouth to say I TAKE IT BACK as soon as it starts moving back and forth. “I’m absolutely going to shit myself.” Jun and Mingyu let out small squeals while Minghao keeps muttering that it’s going to be okay.

You find yourself believing that it’ll be okay after the first few swings, deciding that it’s not that bad.

until you begin going higher.

“I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO KILL YOU GUYS!!” You scream at the top of your lungs when you go upside down.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have convinced you to ride it.” Jun states as they stare at you laying on the grass, trying to get rid of the nauseousness. Minghao runs his fingers through your hair in an attempt to try to comfort you, which Mingyu finds quite adorable as he is taking pictures of it at this very moment.

“You think?” You mumble, opening your eyes to glare at Jun, only to let out a small groan from the brightness of the sun and shut them right away. It’s been about thirty minutes since the four of you got off the ring of fire, and you immediately threw up into a trash can. The three helped you over to an empty spot where you can lay down, and now you’re just laying here waiting for the nauseousness to go away.

“Sorry yn.”

“Sorry yn…”

“Ugh, it’s fine. It’s my fault for even agreeing in the first place.” Minghao’s finger lightly brushes against your cheek as he runs his fingers through your hair, and you take a sharp inhale. Jun snickers behind the back of his hand, finding the interaction precious.

“Do you think you’ll be alright to ride any of the safer rides today?” Mingyu asks, and you open your eyes slowly to adjust to the brightness. You sit up, Minghao helping you by placing his hand on your back. Letting out a sigh, you shake your head. “Probably not. I remember the last time I rode one of those rides. The rest of the night I was completely out.”

“Oh no, what should we do then?” You wave Jun away with your hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, I can just play the games here as I wait for you guys.”

“By yourself?”

“Ye-”

“No. I’ll stay with yn.” Minghao cuts off, and you turn to him with wide eyes. Mingyu nods his head in approval, sneaking a wink his way with your attention now diverted away from the two, to which Minghao scowls at him.

“Minghao, I don’t wanna ruin your fun. It’s okay! I’ll do just fine alone.” You reassure him, and he just shakes his head stubbornly. “I’ll be staying with you the rest of the time at the fair. I prefer the games over the rides anyways.”

now that’s a goddamn lie, Jun thinks to himself.

“Well, we’ll see you guys later. Text us if you feel better yn, and we’ll all go on one of the baby rides together or something.” You raise your hand to slap Mingyu’s arm for the comment and he giggles, patting your head and walking away with Jun.

“Wanna walk around and look at what games to play or do you wanna lay here for a little bit longer?” Minghao waits for your response, letting out a giggle when you shake your head and turn to look at him with a dazed expression on your face. “Huh? Did you say something?”

“You good yn?”

“Probably not.”

“That’s expected.”

“It truly is.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, you debating on whether or not you wanna vomit again and Minghao taking note of how pretty you look when the sun hits your skin. He bites the inside of his cheek, looking out at the crowd when he remembers what Jun said.

“She’s literally in love with you, of course she’d agree if you asked her.”

“Mingming?” He immediately turns back towards you, letting out a small smile when he sees the glow coming back to your features. “Yeah yn?”

“Let’s go play the games, I wanna win the giant pikachu we saw earlier.” Minghao smiles at you, lifting his hand up and patting the top of your head softly.

“Let’s do it.”

“I hate it here.” You mumble as you don’t end up winning one of the plushies for the third time. You get up off the seat, cursing capitalism for making it so hard to win any of these games.

stupid capitalism. I hate it so bad yet i always fall for it.

“Yn!” You turn back towards Minghao to see a big smile on his face, and you realize he won the game. He waves you over and you walk up to his side. “What is it?”

“Which one do you want?” Your eyes widen, and he makes a gesture for you to choose so that the employee can take it off the rack. You glance at the plushies, letting out a small sound of awe at the sight of the pikachu.

“Are you sure?” You ask again, and Minghao nods his head with a smile. Tentatively, you point towards the pokemon, and the employee takes it off the rack, handing it to you with a smile. You hug it excitedly, Minghao hovering his hand over your back to lead you away from the game stand.

“Thank you for giving it to me Mingming.” You turn your head and look up at him with a bright smile on your face, and Minghao’s eyes widen at the sight. He looks away, blush forming as he hopes for the night sky to hide it from view.

“You looked really disappointed the last three times you’ve lost so I wanted to do something nice for you.” Minghao mumbles, and you nudge him with your shoulder, giggling. You coo at his shyness, feeling your own heart warm at him giving you the prize.

“Let’s play that game!” You squeal, taking Minghao’s hand into your own and running over to the game with the bottles. He lets out a small giggle as you both head towards the stand, feeling the warm air blow past the two of you.

“You guys wanna play?” Minghao nods for you, and the employee scans your guys’ wristbands. Minghao regretfully lets go of your hand as he gets handed the rings to throw onto the bottles.

“If you get all three rings onto three bottles, you win one of the big plushies. If you get two, one of the medium sized ones. If you get one, then you get to choose from the small ones.” You nod your head, already eyeing the big plushies to choose from.

“You wanna play? Or should I?” You wave Minghao away with your hand, already feeling confident in your ability to get all three rings onto one bottle. He smiles, stepping back with his hands raised in the air.

“I got this.” You state. Letting out a breath, you throw the ring, only to miss completely.

Your throw is so poorly aimed, that it ends up hitting the wall behind the bottles. You stare at the bottles in silence, feeling embarrassment flood your body. Minghao snickers behind you, and you look down at the ground.

“Yeah… you really do got this.” The employee mutters, and you sigh in defeat. Turning around, you hand the last two rings for Minghao to throw for you.

Once Minghao manages to win the medium sized panda plushie for you, the two of you walk away from the stand. Holding the two plushies to your chest as if they were your own children, while Minghao walks happily with both hands in his pockets.

“Hey, yn.”

“Mm?”

“You want that appa plushie?” You look in the direction Minghao’s pointing in, and your mouth drops open at the sight of the giant flying bison you’ve always loved.

“YES!”

“Say less.” Minghao grasps your arm softly, pulling you towards the game stand.

“Hi, how can I win appa?” The employee grins at him, quickly explaining the rules to him.

“Since appa is one of the special prizes, you have to pop all ten balloons with the ten darts I give you.” Minghao nods his head in understanding.

“Are you sure you can do all of that Minghao?” He turns his head, giving you a smile, and you feel a blush take over your features at the blessed sight.

The colorful lights of the game stands mirrors over his face, putting emphasis on his pretty eyes as he looks at you. His black hair looks soft to the touch, reflecting a dark shade of the different colors being shown onto him.

ethereal. It’s the only word to describe him.

“I can do anything with you by my side, yn.” And with that, he throws the first dart.

“Waa! You got appa!” Jun exclaims, reaching out to touch the giant flying bison. The fair is now closing, and the four of you are reunited once again. You grin, telling him that Minghao was the one that actually won the plushie for you. Mingyu and Jun both turn to Minghao, giving him a knowing smirk.

“Oh really now?” Minghao glares at the two, mouthing that he’s going to choke them if they keep teasing him. Mingyu winks in his direction at the threat, and Jun chuckles.

Jun and Mingyu start walking faster, ending up far ahead, leaving you and Minghao alone. The two of you walk in a comfortable silence at first, taking in your surroundings as the fair unwinds. Minghao turns his head to look at you, smiling at the sight of you happily carrying appa as he holds your two other plushies in each hand.

He remembers what Jun told him earlier once again, and he lets out a small sigh.

“Do you love me yn?” You turn towards Minghao, giving him an incredulous look. “Of course I do.”

Minghao sighs again once he realizes that you thought he was asking whether you loved him or not in a friend type way. He looks up towards the stars to gain courage, before glancing back down at you.

“I meant as like, in an i want to date you and hold your hand non-platonically, type of way.” You let out a smile, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Been wondering when you’d notice.” Minghao’s eyes widen, ceasing his movement as he just stares at you in shock. You stop walking as well, turning so that you’re now facing him in front of the fair’s entrance. “What?”

“I’ve been making moves for like, a month, and you haven’t noticed. You’re lucky I don’t give up easily.” Minghao blinks, then blinks again.

“Deadass?”

“Deadass! I don’t just share my fries with anyone, ya know?” Minghao finally lets out a smile, reaching his hand up and fondly patting your head with the pikachu plushie. He later decides that that’s not enough, and pulls you into a hug, appa being between you two as he happily holds you.

“I never thought I was one to be oblivious, but jesus christ.” Minghao reflects, and you chuckle into his chest. You pull away slightly to look up into his eyes, and you take note of the happiness radiating from his gaze.

“Are you going to tell me you love me too? Or are you going to leave me hanging?” He grins down at you, rolling his eyes.

“I love you too.”

“In a friend way or a i want to date you and hold your hand non-platonically type of way?” Minghao chuckles at you quoting him, squeezing you slightly.

“In an I want to date you and hold your hand non-platonically type of way.” You smile contentedly as he releases his hold from around you. Reaching out your hand so that he can intertwine his fingers with yours. Minghao laughs shyly, covering his face with the two plushies for a moment.

“I can’t believe it’s happening.” He mumbles to himself, and you chuckle at the comment. He moves the pikachu plushie to his other arm, before finally intertwining his fingers with yours in a non-platonic way. A big smile immediately taking over his features once he does.

“Hey lovebirds! You guys are slow!” Mingyu yells, and the two of you look up to see him and Jun already waiting by the car. You chuckle at the camera flash from them, knowing that they've been taking pictures the whole time even though they tried to act uninterested.

You and Minghao start walking towards the car, connected hands swinging back and forth as you head over. You hold appa with your free arm, smile unable to leave your face as you walk. Minghao’s the same, sheepish smile continuing to make its way onto his features.

“But wait…” You turn towards Minghao, and he’s staring at you with an amused expression on his face. “You said you don’t give up easily, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t you give up right after you missed throwing the ring onto the bottle?”

“...I will ignore that comment for the sake of our newfound relationship.”

“That’s fair.”

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svtskneecaps · 4 years

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Number 17

Vernon Chwe x (gender netural) reader

Words: 5048

Genre: fluff, some pining (does pining count as angst?)

neighbor! childhood friend! aus

you’re feeling the summer listlessness. vernon helps you find something to do

day 35 of a tct summer collab

(holy shit guys i’ve been excited to post this since like, MAY holy shit i hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it)

(my masterlist)

You shot him a text. Very simple.

vernon i’m going crazy

He shot a text back. Very simple.

why

why do you think? you ask. i don’t know what to do

it’s summer, he says, you can do anything. for example, i’m lying in bed enjoying myself

it’s 1 pm

it’s summer

Who are you to argue with that?

i’m still going crazy. you might be able to stay in bed all day but i’m gonna go insane

so find something to do

i can’t, you say, because it’s true.

all year you were listing hundreds of things you would do when you got the time

i know, you say, i know. but it’s like, now i have the time, but i just feel paralyzed. i don’t know what to do

And you wait for a response and none comes for long enough that you worry you said something that was too weird even for him, but then your screen goes dark and your phone buzzes and his contact is on screen. You answer and his messy bedhead fills your screen.

“You want me to decide?” he asks, and his voice is rough like he just woke up.

“Sure,” you say.

“Try baking something,” he says. “Like chocolate chip cookies or a pie or something.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to eat it.”

“Absolutely,” he mumbles, face still half buried in his pillow. “I can grab a quick shower and come over just in time for the taste test.”

You snicker. “No way, you don’t have the palette for a taste test.”

“Alright, then I’ll put them in the oven and we’ll hit up a couple friends and force them to try it.”

And. . . honestly that doesn’t sound half bad. It’s been five days since you saw anyone outside your immediate family--which is suffocating in its loneliness, after the routine closeness of the year--and maybe that’ll make you feel less paralyzed.

“Okay,” you say.

True to his word, Vernon’s over within thirty minutes, leaning his bike up against yours in the garage. He handles the oven for you, although not without teasing you about the time you burned yourself on the top of the oven while taking out your grandma’s angel food cake at Christmas.

“Well at least I helped you remember how coordinates work,” you say, because you both knew that was the reason you two learned whether to move on the x or y axis so much faster than your classmates.

“At least I know how to keep my skin intact,” he shoots back.

While taking the tray out of the oven he very nearly blisters his thumb and drops the tray; after securing the tray’s safety and running cold water over the blister, once your heartbeat returns to something acceptable, you inform him that instead of cookies he’ll be eating his words, to which he responds with, “At least my words taste good,” and you snap him with the towel. He flicks water at you, and only the fear of having even more to clean up keeps you from starting all out war. You tell him to bring his swimsuit over tomorrow, though. There’s mischief in his eyes as he agrees.

You each balance a tupperware of cooled cookies on your handlebars as you coast through the neighborhood, knocking on doors and handing them out to friends and friends’ parents. Minghao takes three. Seungkwan’s mother trades you two bottles of water, fresh from the fridge, for a cookie and first dibs on the next batch. She takes another one and says it’s to give to Seungkwan when he gets home from acting camp, but winks when she says it. You snap Seungkwan the picture of his mom with the cookie, and he snaps back a picture of himself and Jun making dorky faces demanding you save a few for them because make no mistake we will be swinging by your house when we’re done for the day and we expect cookies you two!

Jeonghan and Joshua aren’t home, but you find them all hanging out in Seungcheol’s pool. Jeonghan asks why you aren’t selling your cookies. “Because this is the taste test,” Vernon says. “We’ll be getting you hooked on this batch and then start charging ten bucks on the next round.” Jeonghan praises your business sense and takes a bite out of Seungcheol’s cookie while he isn’t looking. Seungcheol tackles him into the pool and you leave before the ensuing splash fight can get the cookies wet.

True to their word, Jun pulls into the driveway with Seungkwan in the passenger’s seat and Mingyu in the backseat (they must’ve agreed to carpool with Mingyu after his cooking workshop), and you get nervous because Mingyu’s going to college for baking and everyone knows that out of the group Mingyu is the best cook, but Vernon presents him with a cookie no hesitation and Mingyu tells you they’re amazing, and Vernon gives you this smile as if to say, see, nothing to worry about.

Wednesday, Vernon comes over with his swimsuit and you make a pair of rudimentary signs for a car wash out of an old cardboard box. His is very simple, bubble letters with the address and CAR WASH in all caps. You tried to get a little creative with yours.

“I love it,” Vernon says, crouched next to you as you hover over your sign. “You can almost hear the cloud cow saying ‘graphic design is my passion’.”

You push his shoulder hard enough that he topples over, laughing. “It’s supposed to be a soapy car!”

He’s so proud of himself for that joke that he suggests you start a car wash company instead of going to college. “You can call it Clean Mooters,” he says, as you’re filling your buckets.

You blast him with the hose and he laughs so hard he snorts.

You spend the day covered in soap and water, spraying Vernon with the hose if there isn’t a car to wash and shrieking and trying to dance around behind him every time he gets the hose from you. When the cars stop coming you pack up shop, uprooting the signs and taking them inside, tossing them in the recycling bin.

Thursday it’s raining outside. Vernon comes over anyway. You call him an idiot. “Don’t you know the rain’ll rust your bike?”

He shrugs with a half smile, shrugging off a raincoat that now has a strip of mud up the back where his tires kicked up the dirty street water. “There’s only a hundred and four days of summer vacation,” he says. “I didn’t want to miss one.”

You seize his coat and toss it in the sink, bowing your head to scrub off the mud so he doesn’t see how red your cheeks have become.

You play Mario Kart on the Wii for most of the day (Vernon hits you with a red shell right before you cross the finish line; you hip check him off Rainbow Road), and even as out of practice as the both of you have become over the school year, you’re still pretty well matched. By the time you get bored with that, your mom has texted to say she’s going to need to stay at work a little longer and you might be on your own for dinner. That’s fine, you and Vernon try out a recipe for lasagna that you found on a food blog (buried under the woman’s lengthy story of the time her husband nearly got stomped by a cow. “It’s a sign,” Vernon says, “Clean Mooters is your true calling.” You’d hit him if you weren’t very carefully adding a layer of sauce).

It’s still raining when Vernon has to leave. You stand there, just outside the cover of the garage, watching Vernon shrug on his raincoat.

“You’re gonna get soaked,” he says.

“You say that like I care,” you say, rain beginning to drip down your hair.

He steps out of the garage then, too, standing next to you. You turn your face to the sky, closing your eyes against the heavy drops that splatter against your cheeks.

“You’re gonna catch your death.”

“Says the guy who’s wearing a raincoat with the hood down.” You shove his chest without looking. He catches your hands. You look down.

Your eyes meet.

Vernon drops your hands and coughs. You reach up to brush the water from your forehead, gaze on the ground as your face burns, despite the cool rainwater still sliding down your cheeks.

“I, um, I should go,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say. “See you.”

He hops on his bike and rides away. The rain falls so hard you lose sight of him before he rounds the corner.

Saturday the whole team gets together at Jeonghan’s house, because he has a firepit. Seungkwan is standing on the picnic table when you ride up, in the middle of a dramatic retelling of some odd thing that happened at acting camp. He appears to be fencing Vernon with an imaginary sword, and you can only imagine the context of that story. You don’t announce yourself, for fear of making one of them fall off, and help Wonwoo get the food from the kitchen. Mingyu is already getting set up at the grill (despite being one of the youngest, he’s the only one any parent trusts near the grill; previous block barbeques have ended in disaster that no one’s eager to repeat). Minghao is by the firepit, holding the lighter very tightly, either to keep it away from Soonyoung or to ensure he’s the one to start the fire.

Seungkwan jumps down from the table when Jihoon tells him to, although he continues telling his story in an enthusiastic yell. Vernon meets your eyes and grins, flicking his eyes at Seungkwan like you’re sharing an inside joke like normal, and you can almost forget that moment in the rain ever happened.

Nearby, Jeonghan is filling a plastic baby pool with water. You ask him what it’s for but he just grins and tells you it’s a secret. When it comes to Jeonghan that’s usually cause for concern, but also you’re itchy inside your skin and all you did Friday was pick out a couple songs on the old piano your great grandmother left your family and no matter what the adventure you’re down for it, so you leave him to it. It’s the first bonfire of the summer. You can handle anything.

They get the fire started before Mingyu finishes grilling, the smell of the meat wafting over the yard and making your stomach rumble. Unfortunately, they misjudged the wind direction and half of the chairs are directly in the path of the smoke. There’s a lot of complaining as people rush to shift their chairs out of the way. Vernon ends up next to you in the scramble. You aren’t complaining; now you get to tease him about the way he seasons his food and he’ll tease you back about your tendency to drown your burgers in ketchup.

(except you don’t; you eat quietly and neither of you bring up the other’s habits and somewhere deep down that scares you)

When the sun goes down, Jeonghan and Joshua bring out the alcohol, and everyone who’s old enough drinks.

The baby pool, Jeonghan says, is for the losers of the tournament. The tournament, he says, is simple. And for pairs.

The first challenge is a wheelbarrow race down the street. You thought you and Vernon had a pretty good chance of winning, but then, by some divine magic, Jihoon and Mingyu shoot off and cross the finish line miles before everyone else. Half the group calls bologna because come on they’ve got just about the biggest height difference between them, out of everyone, but Joshua was reffing the starting line and didn’t see any false starts; they won fair and square.

The second challenge is hula hooping. You don’t have much hope for your score, not because you’re bad at hula hooping, but because you’re bad at hula hooping when Vernon is right next to you and also hula hooping. You end up laughing so hard that you lose your hoop within three spins, but in the end it doesn’t matter, because Vernon can carry the team score to victory.

“Who needs eight years of gymnastics?” he asks, and you beam.

The third challenge is a ‘who knows their partner the best’ challenge. Jeonghan put together a list of questions, which he and Joshua list off and give time for each partner to write down both their answer and what they think their partner put. You’re a little scared; you’ve known Vernon for as long as you can remember but sometimes you wonder if you really know him like you think you do. The questions aren’t so bad, simply asking what your partner’s favorite clothing brand is, or what time they get up in the morning, or what they think of pineapple on pizza. You breeze through the questions, until the last one. Joshua lists the final question, which member of the group is their favorite?

Your answer is simple enough, but you aren’t sure of his. Sure, you partnered up, but Seungkwan had all but thrown himself directly at Wonwoo when Jeonghan sent you off to partner and you knew Vernon and Seungkwan had known each other long before you had talked to anyone in the neighborhood or gone to a barbeque or slotted yourself into the dynamic of the block, and you knew he and Joshua had a special sort of friendship because of their similar heritage and you just didn’t know for sure what he would put (especially after the strange moment in the rain; you weren’t sure what it meant and you weren’t sure you wanted to know).

Eventually you write Seungkwan’s name on the sheet and hand the paper to Jeonghan when he comes around to collect. You fidget with your fingers as they tally up the scores. Next to you, Seokmin hops up to either get into a passionate debate with Soonyoung over what his true favorite movie is or to maybe just tackle Soonyoung into the grass. Either way, Vernon slides into his empty chair.

“So what’d you put for number seven?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he means. “Clean Mooters,” you say.

He pumps his fist. “I knew you’d see the light eventually!”

“Well I did get the most tips,” you tease.

“Well of course,” he says, “you’re the best looking, it’s only natural.”

Jeonghan calls out that they’ve tallied up the scores before you can process the full implications of that sentence.

You win that round too. Joshua hands the sheets back, and you carefully fold yours and shove it in your pocket.

You play a few more rounds: the chubby bunny challenge (Mingyu crammed an ungodly amount of marshmallows in his mouth, you almost wanted to go to church after seeing that; he kept going even after he won, until he almost choked and Joshua shut him down), the perfect s’more challenge (which you suspect was just an excuse for Jeonghan to get s’mores without having to make them; Mingyu’s first marshmallow slid off his stick, and the second caught fire; Seungcheol and Chan ended up winning and Seokmin called nepotism), the long jump (Soonyoung got overexcited and misjudged his landing; he landed hard on the cement and although he was totally fine, he would ask Jeonghan at random intervals for bonus points because of his injury with a shit eating grin all the while), and finally, a game of hide and seek.

The hide and seek rules are simple; they’ve been the same since you were old enough to be outside after sunset: don’t go off the block, don’t go inside, don’t leave your partner, and don’t use a light. The tournament judges give you thirty seconds head start. You and Vernon take off down the street and the thrill of the game sings through your bloodstream.

“Think they’ll think to look for us up Mrs. Boo’s tree?” Vernon asks as you run.

“Yeah, you remember Seungcheol did that once and Jeonghan’s never forgotten it, it’s the first place he’ll look.” You pass Chan and Seungcheol as they try to conceal themselves behind the Christmas decorations that Mr. Wilkinson still hasn’t taken down. “Mrs. Kim’s porch?”

“No, she’s got her light on.”

You skid to a halt at the end of the street, chests heaving, both casting around for a hiding space. Down the street, Joshua is beginning to yell, counting down from 10. Vernon tugs your sleeve, and points.

You grin.

Moments later, you resettle the plastic lid onto the box, burying yourselves carefully under the tarp inside and setting a few bricks on your backs for good measure. Mr. Lee is upgrading his yard this summer, and one addition is planned to be a brick footpath, and thankfully he left the tote of bricks out where you could get to it. Holding the tarp firmly in place, with the bricks above you for insurance, if they open the tote and decide to slap the tarp, you would just feel like a full box of footpath bricks.

Perfect.

Of course, it’s a pretty small space and you and Vernon have to lie pretty close to one another in order to fit, and your foot presses against his shin and his elbow is in your stomach, but if you lay there and don’t breathe, you’ll have the game in the bag.

“So,” Vernon says, voice so soft it’s sometimes hardly more than a breath, “what’d you put for number seventeen?”

You think back. “Vernon there was no number seventeen.”

“No?” he asks, with a tone like he’d always known. “Guess I’ll have to make one up.”

You snort, very softly. In the distance, yelling breaks out; Soonyoung and Seokmin just got found.

“How do you feel about long distance relationships?” he asks, so softly you nearly miss it.

Your heart skips a beat. You’re pretty sure he’s implying something but you aren’t sure if it should scare you or not. “I think they’re hard,” you say carefully. “Not impossible. But it takes work from both sides. So it’s hard.”

You hear him inhale like he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t, and you feel the breeze from his exhale on your face. Neither of you speak, and you aren’t sure if it’s because you’re listening hard for the seekers or because you have nothing left to say.

The lid of the tote scrapes. You stop breathing. Jeonghan says something above you, drowned out by the beating of your heart. He pulls the lid off, and the moonlight filtering through the pinholes in the tarp might as well be a searchlight after the darkness.

Vernon’s face is inches from yours.

You blink, feeling like your eyelashes will brush his face with the motion. They don’t. Jeonghan pokes the tarp, hitting one of the bricks lying on your side. Apparently satisfied, he closes the lid. His footsteps recede.

Vernon’s face is still burned into your eyes like a sunspot.

He was staring at your lips.

You end up losing hide and seek, despite your perfect spot, because Minghao and Jun somehow managed to get onto Jeonghan’s roof (nobody’s managed to guess how and the pair smugly refuse to tell). The tournament ends with only Seungkwan and Wonwoo having not won any challenges. They change into swimsuits and dunk themselves in the baby pool, and then sprint back across the lawn to their towels yelling about the cold (you put a finger in; it wasn’t nearly as bad as when Jeonghan had filled it).

Vernon stops you before you get on your bike to get home.

“I’m. . . gonna be out of town for a couple weeks,” he says, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I can still facetime, but probably only in the mornings and evenings.”

“Okay,” you say, even as your heart sinks (he’s never been away this long).

“Yeah,” he says, and you stand there beside your bikes, looking at each other, like you’re both a little lost in what to do. His eyes keep flicking to your lips.

“So what’d you put for number seventeen?” you ask softly.

He doesn’t hesitate. “I think it could work,” he says, voice as soft as it was in the tote, and you find yourself leaning in to listen. “Easily, even, if it was someone as special as--”

He goes quiet. “As?” you prompt.

He shakes his head. “Someone special,” he says.

You haven’t drank at all but something still buzzes in your veins. It’s the first Saturday bonfire of the summer, and moon floats above the horizon like a glowing balloon, and a warm breeze caresses your skin, and you don’t feel afraid of anything.

“I guess it could work easy,” you say, “if it was someone like you.”

He stares at you long enough that you think maybe you overstepped and your cheeks start to heat and you duck your head and step back with something like an apology and--

--his lips crash into yours.

You don’t know if the kiss lasts for three seconds or three hours. All you know is when you break for breath, you find yourself caught in his eyes, the same familiar deep brown as you’ve seen for years growing up through schools and summers and camps and sleepovers, lying on the floor of the living room and whispering about movies and grades like they were the most important thing in the world.

And then you blink and the world unfreezes and he mumbles something about a curfew and you mumble something about your mom and as if pulled by the same strings you mount your bikes and pedal off in opposite directions.

You lie awake for hours, thinking about his eyes.

You facetime at any and all available hours. You find yourself staying up later to be able to catch him on a lunch break. And it’s hard, but you do it. Because, look, everyone on the block has known that his parents want him to go to Korea for college, and that he wants to go to Korea for college. For years you’ve known this moment was coming. And he’s only going to be there a couple weeks for some kind of tour he landed because his grandmother knows a guy who knows a gal who’s related to a guy who used to babysit for the guy on the school board, or something, and then he’ll come back and you can spend the remainder of the summer doing whatever.

Until then, you’re content to wake up earlier just to get an hour chatting with him before he goes to sleep. You show him all the pages you’ve marked in your mom’s old recipe book and tell him when he gets back you’ll make a couple and sell them for profit. You draw an official logo for Clean Mooters, and he suggests you add a restaurant as a side business that you two could run for extra profit. “Clean Mooters and Good Burgers,” he says, and then says, “No that’s terrible. I’ll keep thinking.”

“Are you the whole Clean Mooters marketing team?” you ask.

“Of course,” he says. “We both know all the business sense went to me.” And he smiles and you forget how to breathe.

You don’t talk about the kiss.

One time, he calls you, and your eyes swoop to check the time, because you know it’s crazy late where he is. You answer.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says before you get a word out, and his voice is hoarse and it twists your stomach. “Can you-- just tell me about your new project?”

And you do; you’ve taken up crochet this week and your grandma gave you a couple pointers and you do your best calming ASMR voice as you repeat her pointers and what you plan to do to build your skill, and then end up going off on a tangent on whether Clean Mooters should have a gift shop selling cow merchandise (“It would make sense, there are a lot of cows around here.”) and when you pause to recollect your thoughts, all you hear is his quiet breathing.

The day Vernon’s set to return is a Thursday, which is perfect, because it gives him time to recollect himself before the Saturday bonfire, which will be the real welcome back party. On Thursday, you and the other kids on the block draw all over the street and then, when his flight is late and the sun goes down before he gets to the street, assemble to hold flashlights over the really good stuff. You only see his smile for a few brief seconds as the car goes past, but it’s enough to make your heart swell.

Friday you wake up to a knock on your bedroom door. “Hey, up and at ‘em, it’s noon!” Vernon calls through the door.

You groan and throw an arm over your face. “Says the guy who was still in bed at one pm that whole first week!”

“Yeah, and it was heaven. Come on, you get up fast enough and I’ll buy you a donut.”

You get dressed and meet him downstairs. “Try that again and I’ll convince my mom to rehide the spare key,” you threaten.

He just grins. “I’d be able to find it.” He picks up your bike helmet. “You want to get out of the neighborhood with me?”

You’d rob a bank if it was with him. “Absolutely.”

It’s a rush to be back on your bike, both of you pedaling faster and faster to try to be in front, weaving around the cars parked on the streetside and hopping the curb just to prove you can. Last week’s project was learning to ride a bike no handed and you show off the new skill as often as you can.

You go everywhere and nowhere. You hit up the mall and he buys you a donut and you wander the halls window shopping, and he buys a whole rainbow set of tinted glasses just because they looked cool; you break open the package the minute you own them and check out your reflection in the store window.

“We look ridiculous,” you say, adjusting the red pair so they sit better on your face.

“Speak for yourself,” Vernon says, turning to see himself from different angles. “I think purple’s exactly my color.”

You shove the blue pair on over the red, even though they barely fit on your nose, and stick your tongue out at him. “There, now we match.”

He puts on another pair of glasses and it turns into a competition of who can wear the most, and then into who can wear the most without getting a headache. That second winner was Vernon, but you won the first half.

You hit up the McDonalds in the food court and get the large cup for a dollar, and then go down the drink machine and hit it with just a quick blast of each, repeated over and over until the cup was full. It tastes like a mess of conflicting sugars and syrups. You drink the whole thing through separate straws. You can’t stop glancing at his lips. Your faces are so close.

You get ice cream and sit under the bridge over the creek to eat it, watching the sun go down somewhere downstream, listening to the cars whizzing past overhead.

“I missed you,” Vernon says.

“I missed you too,” you say, even though that doesn’t convey the half of it.

“During the school year--” He stops, and you glance over to see him staring into the sunset, his ice cream melting toward his fingers.

You take his free hand. “It’ll be hard, not being close for so long,” you say. “But-- we could do it. I’m not just going to stop talking to you because I have classes and-- you know how my sleep schedule gets during the year.”

He laughs, softly, lacing your fingers together. “I’ll be able to call and tell you to go to bed without you turning it on me.”

“Damn.” You scowl at your feet. “Didn’t think about that. You sure you can’t just go to Europe instead?”

“Nope,” he says. “You’re going to have to find a new defense.”

You sigh. “But Vernon that one’s worked since we were fourteen.”

“It never worked!”

“Yes it did because then it got you on the defensive instead!”

“But you still went to sleep when I hung up, didn’t you?”

Double damn. He’s right and you know he knows it, from the raised eyebrow look he’s giving you as he catches the ice cream that’s melting around the edges of his cone.

“. . . That’s entirely beside the point.”

He just grins. You bury your face in your ice cream cone, trying to devour the rest in a single bite to avoid the urge to pout. Of course, all that really does is get ice cream all over your face, but whatever. When you look back at him, he’s still looking at you, his eyes soft and fond and damn but you’re going to miss him like a lung when he’s gone.

“You’ve got a little something there,” he says, and you make a face at him to maybe hide how very obviously whipped you are and do your best to wipe it off with the pile of napkins you snatched.

“Better?”

“No, it’s still--” and he scoots in, and you both go really quiet as he wipes the ice cream from your cheek. His thumb traces your lip.

“You know,” you say, very softly, “if you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just asked.”

His eyes blink up to meet yours, and red tints his cheeks, but he still smiles. “Okay,” he says. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

Your ice cream melts. (“It’s okay,” Vernon says, “I’ll buy you another.”)

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sunlightwoo · 4 years

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Sunrise

ღ pairing: fwb!wonwoo x fem!reader

ღ genre: some suggestive sexual content is mentioned along with some mature language that is used. there is some angst that comes to this, but there’s fluff if you squint in between the lines lolol.

ღ wc: 4015

ღ plot: you never thought that you would see the day where your best friend, whom you were pretty exclusive with, was spontaneous enough to want to go on a road trip. it was something you thought of being harmless, if it weren’t for the fact that he was giving you all the mixed signs that maybe he wants more, or maybe he wants to stop your exclusiveness and just keep it in the dark nights.

MASTERLIST

The summer heat made your night intolerable as your pajamas were firmly sticking to your clothes, even with your window and fan on full power in your bedroom. It was no match for the amount of sweat that you could feel all in one moment, and you felt even worse considering the fact that you were up at the ungodly hours that were nearing four in the morning.

It had been months since you were stuck in California with your best friend, the both of you staying in one of his friends’ houses that held guest rooms for the other guests that you were familiar with. The only reason why you were stuck there was because of the pandemic that was occurring worldwide, in which flying back to Korea wasn’t a viable option at the moment in terms of your health.

Which was why you stared up at your ceiling blankly, hoping that maybe you would fall back asleep this time around rather than letting the heat ruin your sleep schedule; but there was no use.

A knock on your door interrupts you from your thoughts as you hummed for whoever was at your door to come inside, and when you turned your head over towards the person that was still up. Wonwoo stands at your door frame, with his arms crossed over his chest and leans against it slightly as he stares at you with an amused look on his face, as if though he was trying to say that he wasn’t surprised at the fact that you were still up.

“A penny for your thoughts, princess?” He muses, and you shrugged in response, turning your head back up to the ceiling as you let out a soft sigh, wondering why his presence suddenly made you feel even more warmer than you were before.

Why was the air conditioning not on tonight?

“It’s too hot tonight.” You mumbled quietly and you heard him hum in response as his feet shuffled against the bedroom floor after shutting the door, moving to the empty spot next to you as he lied down and stared up at the ceiling as well with his hands across his stomach.

“Is it because I’m here tonight?” He jokes and turns to look at you and you playfully scoffed at his words, lightly pushing him away from you as you shook your head in response and shifted your body so that you were now facing out the window, seeing that the moon was still up high in the sky but the stars were starting to dull as the minutes have gone by.

“There’s nothing left to do here, so I am bored out of my mind, Woo.” You replied and looked to see that he wasn’t looking at you anymore, but rather the sky as well that was right outside your window.

The glimpse of his side profile made you think about all of the moments that you spent with him like this, but rather apart, you were entangled into one another’s limbs as he held you close to his body. Both you and Wonwoo had been best friends since the beginning of your freshman year because of Joshua, the owner of the house you were staying in during this time of quarantine, but there was something more that was going on between you both that you were avoiding to admit yourself.

There were definitely more than one occurrences where you both spent nights in each other’s beds, seeming as though you were more than best friends, but there wasn’t any label. You knew that Wonwoo wasn’t someone that wanted to be tied down in a relationship with just anyone, and you, yourself, was someone that still wanted to explore and didn’t want to be committed into a relationship with an individual that you would only be seen as temporary.

Somehow, you managed to view Wonwoo that same way.

You knew that sooner or later, you both wouldn’t fool around much longer where you both wouldn’t end up in each other’s beds much longer. Someday, you knew that he would find someone and slowly fall in love with them for everything that they were, and he was going to be in love with every single fiber of himself. It was something that you were scared to do, because that would mean you would have to put yourself in such a vulnerable position and be willing to risk everything your heart was against in believing.

“What if we both left the house for a bit?” He suddenly asks, and you look at him confusedly while moving your hand so that it was perched up on the bed while supporting the weight of your head as you were wondering what could’ve been going through his mind at the moment.

“Where would we even go at this hour?” You ask him quietly, and it wasn’t until you hear the sound of keys jingling in his pocket that he takes out for you to see and your eyes widened in surprise at the fact that he was being spontaneous for once.

“How would you like to go on a road trip to San Diego right now? We don’t pack our bags and just go wherever the sun takes us.” He proposes and a grin starts to cross your face as you nodded in response, silently agreeing to the idea that he brought up and started to sit up in your place on the bed.

“What’s the worst thing that can happen? The others won’t even notice that we’re gone.”

That’s what you wanted to believe, but who knows what could happen during the day that you were spending in San Diego.

“Y/N, wake up.”

You were shaken awake by your shoulder and looked at your surroundings to see that you were still cramped up in the passenger seat of Mingyu’s Jeep that you and Wonwoo took for your trip. Turning around to look at the latter in the driver’s seat, he points towards the scenery that was in front of you both and you looked to see that it was the sunrise that was beginning to come up on the horizons as you realized where you were.

How long were you knocked out since you both left the house?

“It’s only 5:07,” You whispered quietly as you hugged your knees to your chest, admiring how the hues of warm colors were slowly entering the once dark sky that was only filled with stars, “How fast were you driving on the freeway?”

He lets out a laugh at your joke, shaking his head while looking back out to the waves that were just a couple feet away from you and thought to himself. From what he was thinking about the entire trip, he was scared of how fast he was falling for you, despite the fact that you two were in an exclusive relationship with one another.

No label, but he knew that you were his and vice versa.

The only thing was that he didn’t want to commit to it, because he believed multiple times that he wasn’t enough for you; that there was a guy out there that you were destined to meet, greater than he would ever be. All he could think about now was that whatever you were both doing, it was bound to have an end to it, and he didn’t want that to happen any time soon.

He liked being around you, and it was your company that made him feel more calm at most times, especially when he’s not with his ‘brothers’. To him, you were like a deep breath that he takes after he gets heated before calming down with a drive to an unknown destination. Now that you were both still in quarantine, the thought of driving was what brought up the spontaneous trip you were both now on as he wanted to shake away his thoughts from earlier.

“It’s relaxing being out here. No wonder Joshua never told us about this place, until now.” He breathes out softly, inhaling the scent of the salty sea water that was lingering in the air while thinking about what the others were talking to him about.

It was Joshua that confronted him about his exclusive relationship with you, being the only one who knows that you both were messing around, not wanting to commit to anything. To him, he didn’t think anything of it, however, to Joshua it seemed as though it was self destructive, from what he recalls him saying.

“Yeah, what a jerk.” You joked and let out a soft laugh before slowly getting out of the Jeep to go ahead and dig your feet into the sand that was on the beach.

The grains of sand were cool in between your toes, the chills of the ocean breeze making you feel as though everything was warm in your surroundings as you moved to go sit near the tides. Sounds of the waves crashing against the shore were the only sounds that you could hear besides your breathing, as you continued to watch the sun for however much longer you stayed out there with your thoughts lingering.

It wasn’t until you felt water being splashed onto your body that your head whipped over to see Wonwoo, who was standing a couple feet away from you with his feet already in the water. He kicked the water towards your distracted self, you concluded, as the shit eating grin on his face was the answer that you needed to know that he definitely was trying to get at your nerves.

“You looked soaked, Princess,” He winks at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest cockily as he stares at your now semi-irritated figure, in which you thought to yourself that you were definitely going to get your payback for, “Need a little help there?”

“I’ll show you who needs a little bit of fucking help.” You mumbled softly and immediately sat up from where you were sitting on the sand to chase after his running figure, despite the fact that you were both the loudest individuals that were there on the beach.

Your entire morning spent watching the sunrise and playing in the water, which you both ended up being completely soaked head to toe by the time that you called it a truce and went inside the beach house. However, it was something that must’ve been in the air that morning that made you and Wonwoo decide to just go for it by the time that you both walked through the front doors, catching your breaths.

At least you weren’t the one that was cleaning up the aftermath of what happens at the beach house.

“So what are we having for brunch?”

You scanned throughout the menu in your hands as you looked at the various breakfast choices that they had. Almost your entire body was aching, but that didn’t stop you from going out to eat when your stomach growled after the third round and going to physically get up to grab some food. The both of you stumbled upon a diner that was just minutes away from the beach house, which was convenient considering that you didn’t have to go anywhere else until the evening when it was time to possibly eat some dinner.

“I’m down for a burger and fries, maybe a root beer with it sounds good too.” You mumbled to yourself as you then put your menu down to look at him.

Before you both got there, you went to a store to buy some new clothes so that you were able to change into them despite the fact that you were only staying in San Diego for one night. It was only eleven in the morning, but it already felt like you had been there forever considering the fact that you were with Wonwoo.

Speaking of the latter, he sat in front of you with his glasses perked up on the bridge of his nose as he was dressed in comfortable shorts and an oversized tee that you were bound to steal from him when you get home. It was simple as he sported it with a white cap on his head, but it suited him as you looked to see that he was done picking out what he wanted to get.

“Can I take your order?”

The perky sound of the waitress bringing you out of your thoughts when you looked up to see her dressed as though you were at a Hooters, top barely buttoned up with a bright red lipstick plastered messily across her lips. All you could think about was the fact that she honestly could’ve been hooking up with someone prior to getting to your table, but when you glanced at Wonwoo, he was already smirking at the sight of her as they were both exchanging looks to one another.

“Can I have two burgers, some fries and a root beer please? Also a new server that hasn’t hooked up with anyone minutes ago?” You grinned sarcastically at her, and when she turns to you with a hurt expression on her face, she scoffs and walks away purposely showing off the way that she walked in Wonwoo’s direction and he looks up at you in confusion.

“What was that for?” He frowns and crosses his arms in front of his chest as you scoffed at his manner before pulling out your phone to see that the others were already asking you where you both were.

“For being a horny college boy.” You replied while you scrunched up your nose in disgust when he gave you a look, knowing that you used that familiar phrase with him one too many times in the past.

To be exact, you used that phrase with him the night that you both started messing around, just moments before because you were both in the middle of playing truth or dare with a pile of poker cards. It was when you won that you suggested it to him, and now here you were in a diner with him in San Diego, nothing but two best friends going out to have fun.

He lets out a huff as you were both now greeted with another waitress, one being more professional as she politely took your orders and apologized for her coworker. Once she was gone, you looked to see that Wonwoo looked annoyed as he was looking at his phone while scrolling on it as you sighed to yourself.

Was he getting bored of me?, you thought to yourself as you continued to text Joshua on your phone, when suddenly he breaks the silence by clearing his throat.

“Are you texting Joshua?” He asks you quietly, and you nodded as some sort of irritation left his lips when you decided to put away your phone and look at him with an amused look while sipping on your root beer.

“Is there something wrong with that, Jeon?” You quirked and he shakes his head in response, looking outside at the view considering you were at a window booth when he suddenly speaks up from his spot.

“No, of course not, Princess. I mean, you’re allowed to talk to Joshua, just like I’m allowed to talk to the senior who graduated our Anthropology class.” He mumbles shrugging while taking a sip of his cola, when you give him a confused look while leaning on your elbows to now questionably look at him.

“Since when did you start talking to Yuna?” You asked him quietly and suddenly smiled at the sudden mention of her name, making your stomach churn at the sight of it because you never saw him smile when yours was mentioned, like how you would always smile a bit when he was with the others.

“We both found some common interests since our project from the fall semester, and we’ve been talking since then.” He replies as you nodded in response and thought about it, wondering if he liked her despite the fact that you two were messing around together.

But then again, you were only best friends with benefits that meant nothing more than it already was.

“Do you like her?” You say in a quiet voice and watch as he thinks of response, a smile coating his lips still as you could only think that maybe he was getting bored of what you both were doing and was ready to finally settle into a relationship, since you were both going to graduate next year.

“I think I do, but I don't know. Maybe I’ll figure it out when we go home.” He whispers and you nod as somehow the sound of your heart breaking little by little was able to be heard while the food was finally being brought out onto the plates in front of you.

And for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel as hungry when you were eating with him.

It was quiet as you were sitting on the balcony of the bedroom, staring off into the distance where the night sky was reflecting off of the quiet ocean waves on the beach. There was still adrenaline running through the course of your veins from when you and Wonwoo were spending another night messing around with one another like you were used to, but somehow tonight felt different.

You shouldn’t be crying over the fact that Wonwoo was openly flirting with someone that you both met at a diner, or talked highly of the senior that was in your Anthropology lecture. There shouldn’t be a reason that you were alone in the darkness of the night, crying over someone that you never specifically labeled as your significant other, despite the fact that you both have kissed and shared touches with one another multiple times, just like moments ago.

There was a little voice in your head, saying that he should know and that you should just accept whatever he had to say in terms of rejecting the idea of you both having a label on your exclusive relationship and completely leaving you out of his simple, but unsatisfying life. Wonwoo was the one person in your life that you believed was a sign, that maybe it is possible to fall for someone completely and have that be okay because they were there for a reason.

However, he was also the same person that started the deal of being friends with benefits with you, but nothing more than that. He didn’t want to be tied down, and you respected that completely except this time it felt harder than most times that you spent nights with him because you broke your end of the promise.

You were completely in love with Wonwoo, and you didn’t know how to tell him.

The sound of the balcony door opening from behind you makes you quickly wipe your eyes with the back of your hand as you turn around and look up to see a very tired Wonwoo, glasses adorning his face and only wearing his shorts from earlier. He shuffles a bit to take a spot beside you and you tensed up a bit, feeling his warm presence beside you when suddenly you felt your head being gently moved so that it was leaning on top of his shoulder.

Neither of you said anything as you didn’t move your head, but started to relax a bit as you continued to stare out at the ocean, staring at it while you wrapped his jacket closer around your body for warmth.

“Why are you crying, Princess? Did I hurt you earlier?” He whispers quietly and turns to look at you, taking your hand into his as you shook your head in response before

“You didn’t, Woo, you never do…” You trailed off, frowning while looking down at your lap when you started to ramble on with whatever your mind was. I think we should stop with whatever we’re doing, Jeon. It’s not healthy for any of us, and you’re probably getting tired of it too and it’s getting really repetitive and-”

“Woah, woah, what are you talking about, Y/N? Where is all of this coming from?” He looks at you confusedly, gently moving to cup your face into his hands to make eye contact with you and almost instantly, you could feel yourself melt into putty because you didn’t expect him to be bold like this, but it wasn’t until you felt tears prick the corner of your eyes that you knew this was it.

“I love you, Jeon Wonwoo, more than I should be loving you.”

He didn't move as his shocked expression seemed as though it was everything that you needed to know, resorting to you getting up from where you were on the balcony to head back inside the bedroom. You closed the doors behind you as you looked around the room to grab your phone and stuff, when suddenly you were stopped by his hand gently holding your wrist.

“Where are you going, Y/N? I didn’t even say anything.” He asks confusedly, unsure as to why you suddenly ran away from him and moved his hand up to wipe the tears that were once again cascading down your face when you stopped him from doing so by moving his hand away.

“But everything that I needed to know was shown on your face, Wonwoo. I know that we both agreed that whatever we were going to be was nothing but a good fuck, but I can’t do it anymore.” You whispered quietly, scared that you were going to full on sob in front of him if you spoke any louder and looked at him, who was looking back at you with a pained face.

“How do you know that I don’t feel the same way?” He whispers, and you could’ve sworn that his face was now closer to yours than it was earlier as you could feel his breath hovering over your lips, just centimeters away when you let out an inaudible whisper in response to his.

“You can’t.”

In a blink of an eye, his lips were already on yours as this time around it felt different as you were both kissing. This one felt more promising of a sort, as if he’s trying to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere, but you didn’t want to believe it which was why you pulled back from him and his breathless figure.

You look at him with a confused expression, unsure as to what he was trying to prove

“I fell in love with you a long time ago, Y/N. Now was just an open window for me to tell you that,” He breathes out softly, holding your face still in his hands as he was softly caressing your cheeks while you were staring straight into his eyes looking for some sort of lie in them.

But you couldn’t find any, because the dark orbs that you were staring at were the same ones that you somehow came to love over time.

“Let’s just try again, but this time with a label. We can just keep the label to ourselves, for good rather than just leaving it in the air.”

“What about the girl at the diner, or your senior that’s in your anthropology lecture? I thought they were more your type.” You mumbled, moving your arms to hug yourself as you continued to look at him and he shakes his head in response while hugging you closer to his chest.

“I don’t think they’ll ever compare to the best thing that’s ever happened in front of me. So what do you say, Y/N? Wanna try again?” He says and looks at you softly, seeing how your eyes were filled with the stars that reflected the ones outside in the night sky as you nodded in response, giving him a small smile.

“I think we can try again, Wonwoo.”

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fishes and kisses | hvc

☆ tct summer collection masterlist

☆ genre: fluff

☆ pairing: hansol vernon chwe x reader

☆ summary: vernon and reader go to the aquarium. that is it.

☆ word count: 1.7k

You bounced your leg up and down as you sat beside Vernon on the train. The scenery outside whooshed past, but there was only one thing on your mind: the aquarium. Vernon smiled at you fondly as he watched you practically buzz with excitement. You had been talking about going to the aquarium for months, reminiscing about your childhood and how you hadn’t been to an aquarium in ages. Then Vernon decided to surprise you with a date to the aquarium. It was his way of making up for the fact that he had been really busy with his summer classes lately and unable to take you on a proper date.

So here you both were, on the train that was going to take you to the aforementioned aquarium. Your brain was already formulating a strategy on how to see everything you wanted to see within the couple of hours you and Vernon had before dinner. Vernon was watching as you pulled out your phone to make a list of the animals you wanted to see. He knew that the minute you got into the building the list would fly out of your head, but it was cute to see you so excited about something.

When the train finally stopped, Vernon was quick to grab your hand, partly because he wanted to hold your hand but also because he was afraid that you were going to run off and he was going to lose you. You two walked hand in hand down the street towards the aquarium. It wasn’t too busy, seeing as it was a Wednesday afternoon and most parents were working. You were practically jumping as Vernon paid for your tickets and led you into the aquarium.

“Where do you wanna head first?” Vernon asked, turning to you. You looked around at the signs that were pointing you guys in the direction of different exhibits. You read each sign before your eyes widened.

“Can we pet the stingrays?” you asked, eyes wide and pleading. Vernon’s heart melted at the sight of your pouty lips and he nodded to you, watching with a smile as you let out a small cheer. You began down the hallway towards the stingray exhibit, humming contentedly to yourself as you pulled Vernon along.

When you finally entered the room, you couldn’t help but smile widely. Turning to Vernon, you were jittering with excitement.

“Come on! I see an empty space over there,” you said, pointing to an empty spot by the tank where the stingrays were happily swimming around.

“I’m right behind you, Bubs.” Vernon followed you as you rushed to claim the spot, eyes following the stingrays that were swimming contentedly around the tank. You reached your hand out and let your hand be submerged as you pet the creature. Your eyes were wide with happiness as you giggled when the stingray swam past, slowing down when it felt your hand.

“I think he likes me, Vern,” you said, sending him a grin. Vernon nodded.

“I don’t see how he couldn’t. You’re amazing.” You flushed at the compliment, watching as Vernon smirked at your reaction to his comment.

“Are you going to join me in petting the stingrays, or are you just gonna ogle me from afar?” you asked, an eyebrow raised. It was Vernon’s turn to flush, moving closer to you and slowly reaching his hand down. A stingray swam past, giving him the chance to pet it. He smiled at the little creature, turning to see you grinning wide at the sight.

“Come on, let’s wash our hands and head to the next exhibit!” Vernon followed you to the next exhibit you wanted to explore, which was the whales. The aquarium you were at had 2 whales in their custody, a beluga whale and an orca whale. You walked up to the glass on the beluga whale enclosure, staring in wonder into the water. In the distance, a shadowy whale figure was swimming along the walls and little pillars in the tank. Vernon felt you squeeze his hand as the whale grew closer and closer until it was directly in front of you both.

“Vern, look! He likes us!” You waved at the whale, nudging Vernon to do the same. With a chuckle, Vernon waved at the whale alongside you. The whale swam around for a bit more, enrapturing you both with its every move.

“Come on. We don’t want the orca to feel left out, do we?” Vernon asked. You smiled at his silliness, walking alongside him as you moved to the next whale tank. The orca was already out and about. You walked over to the plaque, reading the words that were etched in.

“Her name is Millie. She’s only 4 years old!” You said, looking at the small orca. Vernon smiled as you both walked over to her. She was swimming around, seemingly playing around with a little ball that sat on the surface of the water.

“I almost feel bad, she’s all alone,” you said, pouting slightly. Vernon looked down at you, before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He planted a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“But she’s got all these people that come and visit her. I’m sure she’s content.” You looked up at him and nodded, pecking his cheek as revenge for his head kiss.

“Come on. I think the dolphin show is going to be starting soon.” Vernon and you made your way to the show area, making sure to get the perfect spot to watch the dolphin show. You snuggled close to Vernon, holding his hand tight as the stands got more and more crowded. Vernon smiled to himself, secretly loving when you clung to him like this. He would never admit it, but he was soft for moments like these.

The minute the show started you sat up a little straighter, taking in every word the dolphin trainer said. You occasionally whispered a comment or joke to Vernon, who would just snort or laugh in response to you. You both clapped as the dolphins did some tricks.

“Who wants to see Macy splash?” The crowd cheered and before you knew it you were getting splashed with water. You gasped at the cold water on your face, squeezing your eyes shut. You heard the audience cheer and laugh as you turned to Vernon who was tensed up from the sudden chill. You burst out into laughter as you ran a hand through your now soaking wet hair. Vernon opened his eyes to look at you, laughing at your expression of pure joy.

After the show, Vernon pulled you aside near the wall and reached into his bag.

“Vernon, what’s up?” You asked, giving him a strange look. He pulled a sweatshirt from the bag and handed it to you with a gentle smile.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been shivering since we got splashed.” He said. You stared down at it, a large grin spreading on your face as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head. It was far too big for you, nearly covering the shorts that you were wearing and giving you sweater paws. Vernon felt his heart thump at the sight of you wearing his clothes. It wasn’t the first time, but for some reason it made him feel warm inside. You stared up at him and gave a smirk.

“I hope you know you’re never getting this back.” Vernon groaned jokingly, already well aware that you were a notorious clothes stealer. With a new item of clothing on your body, you took Vernon’s hand in yours and continued on throughout the aquarium.

You let Vernon take the lead for a little bit, smiling when you saw he was leading you to the otter enclosure. The otters were out and about, splashing around and playing. You smiled excitedly as one of the otters came up to the glass by you and Vernon and chirped.

“He’s so cute, Vern,” you said, eyes wide with happiness. Vernon pouted jokingly.

“I think I’m cuter.” You turned to him and gave him a small smile, squeezing his hand.

“You’re absolutely right, baby.” Vernon grinned down at you, before turning his attention back to the pair of cuddling otters that were lazing around in the water.

Before long you and Vernon began to head to the exit. In order to get the entrance again, you needed to pass through a large tunnel that was submerged in one of the tanks. When you entered you were entranced by the fish and aquatic animals that swam around and above you. You moved to the side, with Vernon, not saying a word and just taking it all in. Vernon wasn’t looking at the tunnel, but instead at you.

Vernon knew he liked you a lot. You were beautiful, funny, and smart. You kept up with his stupid humor and even though you were dating, you were also each others best friend. But watching you stare at these creatures, the light from the tank illuminating your face while you were in his sweatshirt made him realize that he was in love with you. That he wanted to spend every moment with you.

You and Vernon hadn’t said ‘I love you’ yet. You were both of the mindset that ‘I love you’ was a special phrase, and neither of you liked to say it unless you really really meant it, that way it kept its meaning. But after a few years of dating, Vernon finally knew that he was in love with you. He wanted to come to the aquarium with you for the rest of his life, see you wearing his clothes everyday, and get to stare at you whenever he wanted.

“I love you,” Vernon blurted out before he could stop himself. Those words drew your attention and you turned to look up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“I love you,” he said with much more confidence. Waiting for your response felt like ages, but Vernon’s heart nearly combusted when you smiled so wide he thought it might hurt your face. You grabbed his other hand and leaned up, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Vernon. I love you very very much.” Vernon smiled down at you, before giving you a hug. You hugged back, making sure to give him a squeeze as you hugged him. You loved being his arms, and you loved him.

As you both walked out of the aquarium, hand in hand, you smiled to yourself. You loved the aquarium, but you loved Hansol Vernon Chwe more.

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