#ONEUS fanfiction

[restlessmaknae]

fragile red roses [leedo]

The opera house might seem all glamour and glitter, but not when it’s overtaken by a mysterious phantom who’s also trying to keep you away from Gunhak.

➳ Characters: Leedo x female!reader/you (as Raoul and Christine)

➳ Genre: romance, angst, mystery, the phantom of the opera au (based on the 2004 movie)

➳ Words: 5.1k

➳ Warning: due to the happenings in The Phantom of the Opera movie, there will be mentions of bodily deformation, strangling a person, childhood abuse and swords

➳ A/N: dedicated to @dat-town​! 💖💖💖 Wishing you the happiest bday with many more Leedo gym selfies! ​

When Gunhak saw you again for the first time, you were in a beautiful white dress, your voice brighter than the diamonds around your neck, mesmerising everyone in the opera house including himself.

He had never thought that he would see you again, not after your father had died, and you had disappeared along the first breeze of the spring, making him wonder where you had gone. He couldn’t have known that you had ended up as an orphan, being taken in by a dance teacher who had given you a home and a purpose in the ballet dormitory. Since then, you had kept on singing like your father had wanted you to, taught by the Angel of Music, and you had been doing ballet like your saviour had taught you.

You might have been childhood sweethearts, but for anyone as young as Gunhak, you had appeared to be an angel; a wide-eyed, curiosity-filled, quiet-voiced little girl who had always been so kind to him. You had played together by the beach, building sand castles and running away from the waves when they had come close to the shore, and time had gone by so fast. Too fast for Gunhak’s liking as you had gone in a blink of an eye, left without an explanation, so had your father.

He couldn’t have known at that time, but it had come to light later on that your father had died, and you had moved away. Rumours had gone around town where you had gone, to whom you had gone and why your father had died, but only your lack of presence had been on Gunhak’s mind, nothing else. He might have been young, but you had left such a lasting impact on him that he had found himself wondering about you on sleepless nights and the tranquil moments of dawn even years down the road.

So for him to see you after all these years at the opera house his family was supporting, it felt like a miracle. He could have never mistaken you for someone else; you with your bright, firefly-like eyes, heart-shaped face and oh that beautiful voice, too! He had been mesmerised even when he had heard you sing all those years ago, but now, he was totally speechless, his heart hammering rapidly while his body was totally stiff, frozen in time.

When your solo performance came to an end, he was one of the firsts to stand up and clap, and his bewitched state didn’t leave him for the rest of the play. After it finished, he was quick to get to his feet, trying to reach your dressing room in peace, hoping that you would remember him, but he was constantly stopped by spectators of well-off families who asked about him and his parents, not to mention the buzzing opera house managers who couldn’t stop thanking him for funding their work.

“It’s the talent of the performers that should matter, not the rumours surrounding the opera house,” Gunhak replied diplomatically, referring to the story of the opera ghost ruining plays, threatening people and making everyone fear coming to work. He was rumoured to be living in the catacombs under the opera house, and he was said to be the reason the previous lead actress had thrown in the towel, making you the star of the show. Not that Gunhak minded, honestly.

After manoeuvring himself through the crowd of people, he finally managed to get to the backstage area, and was led the way to your dressing room by one of the assistants. He hesitated for only a brief moment before knocking on your door, seconds seeming like an eternity before you gave him the green light to come in.

You were staring at a single red rose in your hand when he walked in, only looking up to meet his eyes when he spoke up.

“Oh, little y/n, just how much you have grown!” Gunhak exclaimed with a nostalgic smile, and for the smile that spread on your lips, it was already so worth it to make this visit. For he knew very well that you remembered him.

“Gunhak!” You called him immediately, and oh, how sweet it sounded rolling off your lips. He was kind of hypnotised, just staring at you with a smile plastered on his face while you were listing off all the things you had done as children from the picnics in the attic to the time he had secretly taken a box of chocolate from his family’s kitchen, your enthusiasm making him believe that you remembered him just as well as you did so.

However, when you brought up the Angel of Music, and how your father had said that it would visit you when he would be gone, he was brought back to reality, to the here and now, to the fact that you reunited again, so he couldn’t miss his chance this time.

“You really do sound like angels,” he confessed, triggering a pink hue on your cheeks, but gosh, wasn’t it the most beautiful sight? He didn’t know you could have this effect on him even more than a decade later, but it’s probably because you had never even left his mind ever since. “Should we go out for dinner tonight?” he asked tentatively, knowing all too well that you might have needed some time to recharge after the show.

You smiled though, letting him know that you would be ready in a few minutes, and he reassured you that he would wait patiently, and wait for you in his carriage when you were done.

Little did he know, you would go missing that night, visited by the Angel of Music; the one he thought was just a metaphor for your father staying with you in his afterlife, not the actual opera ghost coming to take you to his underground lair.

Gunhak didn’t think too much into your words of being visited by the Angel of Music until the time the opera ghost demanded you to be the lead actress in the next play, and that came after you had gone missing. He was convinced then that the Angel of Music had to do something with the ghost, and Gunhak kept you close for that reason, wanting to protect you from all the bad just like he wished he could have done so all those years ago.

How could he have not done so? You were so precious to him, and finally, the old childhood memories were replaced by present memories, constantly being created in tranquil walks in the nearby park, heartfelt conversations in your dressing room, sunset watching by the river and listening to you sing whenever you felt like it. He loved the passion in your eyes whenever you were singing, he loved that he felt like your hearts connected and he could see a new side of you each and every time. He didn’t even miss a single play of yours afterwards.

However, as the opera ghost became more and more demanding and violent, Gunhak felt the need to protect you more and more, offering a place in his accommodation instead of letting you stay in the dormitory, too close to the ghost for his liking. He wanted to keep you safe and sound because he loved you, and when you confirmed that you did too, he didn’t need much thinking when he asked for your hand.

He might have been afraid you would think that it would be so fast, so out of the blue, but the days and nights you spent together were proof that you loved him just as much, and time seemed to go at a different pace when you were around him. So he plucked up his courage, and asked the question, hands slightly trembling but still very much sincere, and when you said yes and hugged him, he felt like he could take on the world.

Little did he know, the opera ghost had a saying in this, too.

When the masquerade ball took place where he would have liked to announce your engagement, and the lights went out, the atmosphere completely shifted. Confused, people looked at each other until a man in a burgundy coat showed up at the top of the stairs. Gunhak squinted his eyes to see better who it was, but when he noticed the white mask covering half of his face, his blood ran cold.

“It is true then…” He breathed out, watching acknowledgement flash across your face. It was him, the opera ghost, coming to ruin the masquerade ball. It was him, the Angel of Music, or the one you thought to be the one, the one whose control under you shattered. “I’ll call for help,” he whispered to you immediately, running away to look for security guards nearby or anyone who wasn’t too shocked by the revelation and the appearance of the ghost to actually help out.

His heart was in his throat as he was looking around, glancing at the grande scene in the ballroom to follow the events from time to time. He gave up when he saw that the ghost was walking straight to you with his sword in his hands. Even though you always pleaded that the Angel of Music would never hurt you, he wasn’t so sure about that. Not after the ghost had strangled a person in broad daylight, in the middle of an opera play.

Gunhak fled to the scene, ready to disarm the ghost when the phantom grabbed the engagement ring on your necklace and ripped it off. It happened so quickly, he couldn’t even take a step forward before the ghost had already evaporated, leaving only a single red rose behind to prove that he had ever been there.

Gunhak stepped over the red rose, scurrying to your side, gently touching your shoulders to shake you out of the trans you were in.

“Are you okay?” He asked, making sure that you hadn’t been harmed while he had been looking around for help. You nodded, albeit a bit uncertain, and he covered you in his coat immediately, taking you outside, taking you away from the ball and all the remains of the Angel of Voice.

Little did he know, you already had multiple of those red roses in your dressing room that had been delivered by the opera ghost himself because he had never stopped coming by, he had never stopped hoping that you would might love him back, and he had been all too jealous that you had been engaged to Gunhak. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t stop until you gave him what he wanted, but how could you have told your fiancé?

So you just smiled, thanking him for his attentiveness, and kept the words to yourself.

Gunhak saw the torment you were in, and it broke his heart. The way you spoke so gently about the Angel of Music, the way you adored and idolised him with so much awe, the way you clinged onto the hope that he was really the one your father had sent you after his death… He wished he could have understood it, but all he saw was the man who had vandalised the opera house, who had killed a staff member in cold blood and who had manipulated you, taking you into his lair time and time again, asking you to love him and be his, even making wedding dresses for you and dolls that looked like you. How could he have just stayed still after everything? He wanted to protect you. No, he needed to protect you.

So he had a plan. After you had begged him not to take the phantom’s life when he had engaged in a duel with Gunhak, he knew that killing the opera ghost was out of the question. Hence, capturing him and locking him up to keep him away from you and others he might be able to hurt would be the best. He had connections, so gathering policemen wasn't that difficult, but guessing when the ghost would show up again was more difficult. At least until the phantom made a request to have one of the plays he had written performed with you as the lead singer no less.

Gunhak had this deep, eerie feeling that the phantom would arrive, but he tried not to show it when you were so delighted that you could be the lead singer, and you had practised so hard for the night of the play.

He was cheering you on while you were practising hard for the night of the performance, yet he couldn't help but be wary of the upcoming day. He wasn't sure if the opera ghost would show, and if he did, what would he do? It seemed that man was capable of anything wicked until he got what he wanted. In this case, it seemed that he wanted you to be the star of the opera house - which wasn't the problem itself - and to be his for the rest of your life while letting you be deluded into thinking that he was the Angel of Music - which was the problem.

Gunhak tried to be patient and understanding because he saw how the phantom had kept you safe so far, but at the same time, so much chaos erupted since the phantom had showed up and became notorious for ruining the lives of the staff and the relationship you two had. Gunhak could have understood if the phantom had loved you and cherished you from afar, but to want to make you his despite being someone else's fiancée already? That was beyond him.

Nevertheless, the young man tried his very best to be as supportive to the very end as possible because that's what the man who loved you would do instead of tormenting you. Hence, with a bouquet of flowers, he showed up at your dressing room before the big show, and tried to cheer you on.

“You will do great! I’m sure of it,” he reassured you after asking about how you were feeling, reciprocating your excited smile albeit a bit forced. How could you smile so bright and unaffected when the opera ghost had been more and more violent lately? Did you think that he would be so lenient with you this time as well? He wasn't so sure, that's why he was so worked up, but he trusted you. He wanted to trust you.

Nevertheless, Gunhak tried his best not to show how his nerves were acting up. Instead, he embraced you tight and didn’t let you go until you chuckled.

“I think you can let go of me now, Gunhak,” you mentioned lightly, but his heart was anything but light. He let you go either way, letting his arms fall back to his sides, suddenly feeling empty

and soulless. If anything happened to you that night, he would never be able to forgive himself.

Never…

"Good luck, little y/n!" He called you by your childhood nickname to ease his nerves and to create a somewhat lighter atmosphere, and it seemed to work for you laughed and blushed, shushing him away before he could ruin your make-up even more with the way he oh so smoothly talked to you (and how well he masked his anxiety!).

However, the show must go on as they said, and the performance had to be displayed despite the obvious tension in the air. Gunhak had policemen stationed around the opera house, and there were a few more guards inside to oversee the performance and whatever disruption might actually happen. He and the managers worked hard to ensure everyone's safety, but what no one could have expected was for the opera ghost to sing a duet with you in place of the lead tenor sometime around the middle of the performance. Gunhak rose from his seat indignantly the moment the masked man showed up and immediately stood close to you as if he just wanted to grab this chance to be with you.

You appeared so unaffected and so honoured, Gunhak had no idea whether it was your acting that was excellent or whether you actually didn't mind singing a duet with someone like the phantom of the opera. He was truly speechless, and while the men waited for him to give a signal, he didn't actually know what to do because if the phantom only wanted a duet, then what was he supposed to do? On the other hand, what if he actually became violent while being interrupted? He couldn't risk your safety, not when the phantom was so close to you.

So he signalled the men to stay alert without actually interfering, and waited for the end of the performance. He had to be honest that you and the phantom did a good job, it was an excellent performance, but he was so jittery throughout the whole song that he couldn't quite enjoy it. It was beautiful yet also quite grotesque.

When the duet came to an end, Gunhak was even more on alert than before, but before he could realise what was going on, it was already too late.

You unmasked the phantom, and taking the guests' surprise to his advantage, the phantom then grabbed you and abducted you through the hole in the floor. Before he did that though, he cut a string of the grand chandelier's chains to make sure that no one followed him.

No one really could because the chandelier fell from the ceiling right onto the guests, and then somewhere along the way, even fire broke out. Gunhak knew that the best way he could keep you safe was by following the phantom even if it meant risking his life. What would his life be without you though? Also, how could he let you live with the phantom or even be abducted by him just like that? He couldn't do it, he just couldn't sit still.

"Hurry, help evacuate the people!" Gunhak exclaimed as guards rushed by. It was truly horrifying what a sight the phantom left behind, what pain and destruction, but if he didn't go after you, the phantom might do the same to you.

So while the guards helped evacuate the people, the young man and a few policemen set out to hunt the phantom down; they formed smaller groups until eventually Gunhak was left alone, trying to find the phantom and you... Of course, you!

"Damn it!" He punched into the wall furiously, truly hopeless as to where you could have gone. The fire had already spread, so it was bad enough, and people were screaming and bawling - both guests and performers crying over what could be lost if it couldn't be contained -, so he was feeling indigenous already. All kinds of scenarios ran through his head as to how it could end, but he tried to stay hopeful even if it seemed almost impossible at that moment.

He attempted to map out the layout of the opera house, raring his brain to guess what could be under the main stage and how he could get there. He was honestly clueless, but he couldn't stop despite police men leaving him already to help evacuate others.

That's when a strict female voice called, startling Gunhak. The young man immediately turned, facing your ballet instructor and once saviour.

"He has a lair in the catacombs. It's not impossible to get there, but it's dangerous," Miss Park warned him, and there was so much he wanted to ask, he didn't even know where to start. Instead of wasting time and asking how she knew about it and how she had found Gunhak, he got straight to the point. Staying cool-headed until the very end would only do him good.

"Where should I go?"

"This way," she motioned to the dark corner on the left. "You will find the canal down there, but keep on swimming, and you will get to his chamber," she said so nonchalantly that he wondered how she kept so calm and in control when Gunhak himself felt that the world had turned upside down. His world definitely did so.

"Thank you!" He exclaimed in a hurry, already making his way down the way Miss Park had told him. The woman watched him leave with a bittersweet smile, reminiscing of the time he had met the phantom when he had been a mere child, displayed in a circus for the way he had looked. His keeper had called him the devil's child, but Miss Park had seen the fear and the longing for love in his eyes. Too bad people only saw him as the terrifying phantom, not the once beaten and loveless child.

While Miss Park was making her way upstairs, Gunhak was doing the opposite. He thrust himself into the canal's water, swimming as quickly as he could, the hope of rescuing you numbing the ache in his muscles. He swam and swam, and it seemed like an endless route, and he almost felt like he should give up, the opera house was in an uproar and on fire after all... But then, he saw your face and heard your voice, the memories of your time spent together as clear in his head as never before, and moved forward.

Eventually, he reached some old bars and saw you on the other side. It seemed like a lair really, rocks used as chairs, mirrors, masks and silks covering every surface. There was a boat by the rocks, the one which the phantom had probably used to travel down the canal, and there you were, sitting on one of the rocks with the phantom singing to you, and if that wasn't enough, you were in a vividly white dress with a long gown. Was it a wedding dress?

"Y/n!" Gunhak called desperately, but instead of you calling out his name, it was the phantom who spoke up.

"Dare you come closer, you will regret it!" His harsh voice reverberated from the walls, making Gunhak shiver in fear. You, on the other hand, seemed bitter, almost resigned. What could he have missed?

"Please... What do you want from her? I can give you anything, just not y/n!" Gunhak pleaded, trying to appear more composed than he actually was. The phantom snickered, and it sounded like a wicked threat as his voice bounced off the walls.

"I only need her, and now that you're here, I can make my suggestion. If you want to live," he began as he pointed his fingers at Gunhak. "She has to marry me."

Gunhak's blood ran cold. He couldn't believe his ears. She would need to give up her freedom for his safety? No. Never. He couldn't allow that. You were his whole world, he couldn't let it happen. He would rather die than to see you suffer or to be chained to a monster like him for the rest of your life.

"No! Y/n, please, don't do it! I would rather die," the young man pleaded, but then you called him by his name again and again, and he lost it. He began swimming towards you, trying to make his way around the bars, but it was difficult to get through. However, Gunhak was determined, and he couldn't be stopped.

"No, Gunhak, please, it's not worth it!" You asked of him, practically begging, but it only amused the phantom further.

Not having any fear for his life, only yours, Gunhak kept going and going, almost reaching the shore of the rocks when you quickly closed the distance between you and the phantom and kissed him. Gunhak froze, unable to comprehend what had just happened, why had it happened. Did you make your choice of wedding the phantom? But how could you do that?

"Y/n..." He whispered, bewildered, but he wasn't the only one who was flabbergasted. The phantom himself was also taken aback, wide eyed and almost touched - if he could do such a thing -, blinking at you in surprise.

"I've only feared your malicious acts, not your appearance. Especially not your voice," you started, voice barely above the whisper. Even though Gunhak feared where this was going, he stayed quiet for you seemed so determined. "But please... Understand that I can't love you like that, I can't be yours the way you want me to."

You were so understanding even to the very end, your kind heart shining through the darkness in the lair, your voice carrying a certain amount of hope. You looked the phantom straight into the eyes, lips curled up gently, and Gunhak's heart broke seeing you in such a state. You were practically pleading to a man who had endangered you and many others so many times before as if you had done anything wrong.

The phantom didn't say anything for the next few moments. In fact, it seemed that he was even more angered by your words than before, so when he exclaimed, Gunhak wasn't sure he had heard it right.

"Go!" The phantom bellowed, yet seeing the way you and Gunhak both remained frozen, he raised his voice. "Go! Get away from me!"

After that, you didn't need to be told twice, neither did Gunhak. He reached the rocks, grabbing your arms and took you away with him, not looking back for a second. You, on the other hand, glanced back from time to time, watching as the phantom turned away, covering his face with his arms.

Maybe the phantom did have a heart after all, he just wasn't good at showing it.

Gunhak didn’t know what exactly changed the phantom’s mind that night. Maybe it was the fact that you were ever so willing to kiss him if it meant that you could save Gunhak, or maybe he realised that if he were to hurt your husband, you wouldn’t look at him the same way ever again.

Whatever the case might be, you two could finally move on. From the horror stories, the grasp of the opera ghost and all the consequences his obsession came with. Even though Gunhak had always been careful and cautious and it didn’t waver after the incident in the underground lair, peace finally seemed to fall over the opera house, the city and you two as well.

You and Gunhak continued to have a long and beautiful marriage filled with many wonderful moments, moments that felt like magic, like eternity and tasted like happiness. The man often wondered if he had left his heart with you when you had been young because he could be himself only when he was beside you, but then, he was the happiest man on Earth. He wanted to reciprocate that too, making you feel like the happiest and luckiest woman on Earth, let it be with his protective actions, thoughtful behaviour or words that felt even more special coming from him because you knew that he wasn’t the man of words most of the time.

He was sometimes a bit too overprotective, but after what you had been through, you could understand him. He also worked out a lot to be able to protect you physically as well, and so that he wouldn’t need to rely on anyone else, and while managing the opera house’s affairs, he could keep an eye on you, so it put his mind at ease. You never failed to amaze him with your passion and dedication for music, and he never failed to amaze you with how quickly he picked up on your feelings, even if you tried your best to hide what you were feeling. You complemented each other well, no wonder it was a harmonious, loving relationship, one where arguments were scarce yet very much needed to deepen empathy and strengthen your relationship.

You had an admirable career as well, and after you retired from playing yourself, you started teaching the juniors who came to the opera house. You gave vocal and dance lessons, and you enjoyed it thoroughly - your smile after every single day triggered a gentle one on Gunhak’s lips, too. He continued working in business, but he couldn’t deny that his favourite client was the opera house you worked at, the place where he had met you again.

Eventually, however, your bright light faded out, and Gunhak was devastated by your loss despite knowing that you lived a long and fulfilling life, one that you wouldn’t have exchanged for anything else. In the loving arms of your long-time husband, you were smiling when you closed your eyes for the last time, and that was the sight that was buried into his mind despite it being some time already.

He never failed to visit you time and time again though, standing on his cane beside your grave and telling you about how life was without you, what happened in the city, and what the weather was like. Things that an old man would find extraordinary about his rather ordinary days.

That day was no different, at least, not until he noticed a freshly laid rose on your grave with a ring attached to it.

“It can’t be…” He mumbled to himself, his voice coming out raspy as he was leaning towards the grave. It was a burgundy rose, one that could have been given by anyone, but Gunhak knew exactly who it was from, especially because of the ring attached to it.

He looked around, eyes searching for a distinctive figure somewhere around, but he was welcomed by the hostile breeze only and a few rustling leaves that were carried by the early autumn wind. The phantom was nowhere to be found, but the rose indicated that he was still alive and loving you.

Right then and right there, he didn’t even mind because the phantom let you love each other without interfering for decades after that fateful night, so letting him love you in the afterlife seemed like what he deserved. He knew that you would have wanted him to feel this way too, without hatred towards the creature under the opera house, so he did just that, walking away from your grave with a lighter heart.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story! If you’re interested in other fics of mine in the future, consider signing up for my taglist here. ❤️

A few words about the story. This story isn’t 100% like the 2004 movie. The movie has quite a few plot holes that I’ve tried to fill here, plus this is told mostly from Gunhak’s (aka Raoul’s) POV whereas the movie is mainly based on Christine’s storytelling. Also, when I had the idea for this (because of ONEUS’ Road To Kingdom intro stage), I initially wanted to write this as phantom!Gunhak, but as I rewatched the movie, I realised that I would feel uncomfortable writing it like that; by implying that Leedo is in any way grotesque. On top of that, I felt like the protective character of Raoul’s fit him more.

Again, this isn’t the movie, and I had a bit of a hard time trying to write this based on a musical where dialogues are scarce, so the dialogues in here aren’t actually the ones from the movie. I’ve also changed some plot lines, but I’ve tried to do justice to the original story in some way nevertheless.

Either way, I hope you’ve enjoyed it! (Kathy, I don’t know if you were team Raoul or team Erik, I just knew that you like the movie, so I hope you enjoy my little gift!) 💖

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Be My Forever | OneUs

FANDOM: OneUs

PAIRING: YoungjoxReader

WORD COUNT: 5212

RATING: Everyone

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A 

SUMMARY: Dating an idol has been an interesting part of your life the last two years. Youngjo is always making some kind of plan for fun things, and this time is no exception. ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: Hey baby, do you know if your gonna be off Tuesday night next week?

⬅️: Next Tuesday? Yeah, I have Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday off because I had so much overtime this week and Chris didn't want me overworked.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: He's a good boss. I'm glad he took over.

⬅️: He is. He takes care of the employees very well. 

⬅️: Why did you wanna know if I was off?

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I wanted to spend some time with you. 

⬅️: Next Tuesday? Youngjo, you literally have a show that night.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I know. It's fine.

⬅️: “It's fine”? Youngjo, what are you planning?

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I don't know what you mean. It's just a backstage pass.

⬅️: Ravn! 

You don't use your boyfriend's stage name often, it's usually reserved for moments like now when you want to scold him. You're certain he can hear your voice through your text after your time together. You've just gotten home from work, shaking the rain from your jacket and umbrella, changing into pajamas and making tea to warm you up. Your head shakes as you hit send, knowing full well Youngjo is planning something, but you can't figure out what. 

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: It's not bad, baby. We get time together and the guys get to see you.

⬅️: Hwanwoong and Geonhak have been bugging you, haven't they?

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: Perhaps. But mostly I just miss you. We haven't been able to spend actual time with each other in over a month.

The message hits you hard, because you are very aware of how busy he's been in preparation. Add the long practices against your work schedule and there was hardly any time to meet for coffee pickups, let alone any quality time. 

⬅️: I know. Gods, I miss you. 

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I miss you, too. We're making it work, though.

⬅️: Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't miss the way you hold me, Youngjo. 

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I miss hearing you sing when you cook.

⬅️: Don't start a missing war with me. 

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: Why? Scared I'll win this time?

⬅️: As if. How busy are you? 

The smile on your face is obvious as you sit back, sipping your tea. The warmth is nice in your hands, and the liquid warms your body. Your cat hops onto the couch and meows, distracting you from the conversation to pet him. “I know, Hades. I miss daddy, too.” you muse, scratching the himalayan between his ears. Your phone ringing makes you answer, smiling. “Well, speak of the Devil and he shall call.”

“I’m only a devil for you.” Youngjo teases from his end of the line. “We’re headed back to the dorm, and I figured you’d like to hear my voice.”

“Hyung, is that Y/N?” one voice asks, making you giggle when Youngjo tries to deny it. The others have picked up on what he’s saying, though, and it’s all for naught as someone else chimes in.

“Y/N-nuna!” you hear another voice chime in. “Nuna, we miss you!”

The laugh that escapes you when you hear Hwanwoong and Dongju, respectively, call out to you is undeniable. Soon there’s greetings from the others as well, and you can barely keep up with their excited words as they all try to talk to you over Youngjo. “Guys, guys, I can’t translate when you’re all talking so fast.” you manage to scramble out, and you’re grateful when Youngjo quiets them by reminding them your native language isn’t Korean. The group’s laughter makes you smile as Youngjo lets you know you’re on speaker. 

“Hi, everyone!” you say, trying to get the conversation paced again. “Are you staying warm in the weather?”

“We are. We filmed a little in the rain.”

“Tell me you had jackets on.” 

“Of course we did between shots. Seoho-hyung wouldn’t let us take them off.”

“It’s raining during a cold front, Geonhak-ah. None of us need to get sick from playing around.” You hear Seoho scold, and can’t help but remember why you (and several others that know the boys) consider him the mom of the group.

“You guys start a tour in two days, listen to your elders.” You tease, and the conversation turns to the looming excitement of seeing fans again, a few questions about when they’ll see you on Tuesday, and you are reminded of brothers excited to see their older sibling after a long time apart. You hear Keonhee say something about pulling in, and you give a sad smile. “All of you get rest, I’ll see you all soon, okay?”

“Bye, Nuna!”

“Bye, get rest, too Nuna!”

“See you soon!”

When you don’t hear the echo anymore, you know you’re off speaker and give a chuckle as Youngjo speaks to you. “I’ll try to come by on Monday, that way we can go to the venue together.”

“I love you, Youngjo.”

“I love you, too, darling.” Youngjo replies. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Sleep well.”

Hanging up makes you a little sad, but you set your phone on the arm of the couch and return to petting the fluffball that is your cat. You turn on a drama you’ve been meaning to finish, letting the loud purrs from Hades become background noise as you watch. Your alarm for bed goes off and you put your now empty cup in the sink, walking over to once more pet Hades before turning the TV off and walking down the hall. The bell on Hades’ collar is heard as he hops down from his perch on the couch to follow you to the bedroom. You settle into bed, Hades curling up at the foot of the bed, stretching and purring as he curls into a loaf and dozes back off. The lamp is clicked off and you drift off to sleep. 

A gentle nudge wakes you, and you groggily roll over to find Youngjo leaning over you, one hand on your side and the other behind his back. “What are you doing here?”

“Good morning to you, too.” Youngjo counters, kissing your forehead. 

“What time is it?”

“Just about nine.”

“It’s my day off, Youngjo.” You half-whine, trying to tug the blanket back up over you. 

“I brought you something, though. We can go back to bed after.” You can hear the pout in his voice and push the comforter back down, looking up at him before groaning and sitting up. 

“What is it?”

“Well, for starters.” Youngjo pulls the hand behind his back out to reveal a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “From your favorite flower shop.”

“Youngjo…” You can’t help the loving pout as you take them and breathe in the fresh scent. 

“Let's put them in water, hmm?” 

You roll your eyes and carefully get out of bed, carrying the flowers out. “You purposely got up early?”

“It’s tour time, being up early is normal.” Youngjo replies. “It’s our last days before it starts, and I wanted some alone time with you, so I asked if I could just spend the day with you.”

“You’re such a romantic.” you tease, nudging him as you set the bouquet on the counter to get your vase. “Waking me up with my favorite flowers from my favorite shop.” You’re running water over the ends to trim the stems a little and put them in the vase and arrange them when there’s a knock on the door. You pause from moving the vase to look at your boyfriend, arching a brow at him even as he grins and goes to answer the door. A roll of your eyes starts you moving to put the gift on the table, and you’re too tired to listen to whatever your boyfriend is saying to the person at the door, moving to sit on the couch and pull a blanket from the wicker basket by the coffee table. “What is it?”

“Breakfast, obviously.” Youngjo replies, carrying the bag to the kitchen. “When was the last time you had an actual breakfast?”

“Too long. I’ve been working night shifts, so I’m usually asleep.” you answer, watching as he goes about taking food from the bag, and you’re aware of him plating food before bringing it over. Seeing the food on the plate makes your narrow your eyes at him in a playfully suspicious way. It’s your favorite breakfast plate from a place a few blocks away. “What are you planning, Youngjo?”

“What makes you think I’m planning anything?” he counters. 

“You got the staff to let you have a free day less than a week before the group starts a tour. You got a backstage pass for me for Tuesday night. You wake me up with my favorite flowers and even my favorite breakfast from the shop down the road, and that’s just the start.” You watch as he goes to get his own plate and comes to join you. 

“Maybe I want you to know how much I love you.”

“You do that all the time, baby.” You reply, moving to take a bite of your food. 

“Not enough recently.” The tone of his words makes you pause, setting your chopsticks down to lean over and kiss his cheek. 

“Don’t do that. You’re an idol, Youngjo. I knew that when I met you, and I knew what that meant.” Your voice is soft as you lean into him, reaching up to tuck your fingers against the other side of his face and make him look at you. “We make it work, and I’m very happy for it. I’m happy I have you in my life. That I know you and the guys. You make me happy, Youngjo, and nothing can change that.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, eyes darting as he looks at your face. After a moment, he leans in to kiss you like you're his lifeline, one hand resting at your cheek as he did so. You return the gesture easily, smiling until he draws back to look at you. “You're perfect, you know that?” he asks as he caresses his thumb over your cheek. 

“So are you, and I don't want you to forget that.” You steal another kiss before pulling away to pick up your chopsticks again. “Let's eat, then we can figure out what to do with the day.” You eat breakfast together, put the leftovers away and wash the plates and such before deciding to stay inside. It's a welcome reprieve to your busy schedules to just enjoy each other's presence and you're pleasantly surprised when You go is able to spend the night. The next morning, the two of you leave together; Youngjo going back to the dorms while you make your way to the cat cafe where you work. The remaining time before the tour kickoff goes by far too quickly for your liking - hastily going through every possible inspiration for an outfit. The decision changes at least three times a day as you go through images from past music videos and photoshoots. You finally choose to draw inspiration from one of your favorite videos, and after some contemplation ask Hwanwoong for help in coloring your hair. It takes a couple of days to work around the rehearsals, but he manages to work magic and bleach the strands before adding in highlights of black and purple. It's a beautiful job and you're grateful to your friend. You make him swear not to say anything to Youngjo, which you know is a hard task for him but he agrees. 

The night before you're supposed to be picked up, you're obviously nervous at work and your manager pulls you to the side on your way out to check on you.

“Is everything okay, yeobo?” Chris asks, making you laugh a little with the switch to his Korean term of affection.

“Everything is fine, I promise. Tomorrow I just have to be at the concert and I'm honestly nervous because Youngjo is planning something, I just know it.”

Chris visibly relaxes, giving you a bright smile. “Okay, good. I thought Minho and I were going to have to teach someone a lesson.”

“Oh my gods, Christopher!” You shove at him playfully. 

“I'm protective of all of my friends.” He counters, clearly unapologetic about his words. “And you're an amazing employee on top of being my friend. Anyone who hurts you answers to me.” He taps his index finger on your nose and you can't help but laugh. 

“I'll keep that in mind, Chris. You’re such a brother figure.” you promise. 

“Tell your man and his boys we said to break a leg.”

“Of course.” You answer, rolling your eyes as you head out, waving towards Minho as you pass him. He's currently playing with one of the kittens, and waves back as the feline leaps up to grab onto his shirt with a soft meow. Your job is great, and the people you work with are a blessing for you since you're so far from home. Youngjo and the rest of the group have since been added to that list, but District 325 Cafe will forever have a special place in your heart. You make the short drive home to pack your bag, making sure your lightstick is also safely tucked into place. You know rehearsal is likely to run late, so you make dinner and eat while you watch tv, then shower and start your laundry from the week. You fall asleep on the sofa, waking up to your phone ringing and Hades curled on your side. Blindly reaching to answer, you're well aware that your voice gives you away as you speak. “Hello?”

“I didn't mean to wake you up, baby.” Youngjo’s voice is soft as he speaks, and you can hear the others in the background. “We're headed back to the hotel now, but I wanted to let you know the driver is going to get you at 2:30 tomorrow.” 

“I totally wasn't asleep.” you lie, a smile in your voice. “I appreciate the heads-up, though. How was rehearsal?” 

“Good. We're ready to start the tour. I just wish you could come with us.”

“I don't have that kind of vacation time, baby. You know I would love to see the world with you, though; with or without a tour.”

“I know. It just doesn't feel the same without you there.”

“I'll always be here when you come back, Kim Youngjo. You can't get rid of me so easily as following your dream.”

“I promise I'll take you everywhere you've ever wanted to go one day.”

“And when you do, I promise to never leave your side.”

“I love you, Y/N. Have I told you that?”

“Yes, but I'll never get tired of hearing it.” you reply. “Get home, get some sleep. You have a long day tomorrow.”

“Long day, yes. But we'll all have time for a group meal after dress rehearsal, so plan to come along.”

“You are very clearly up to something, Youngjo.”

“Not at all. The guys just want to spend some time with you before I have you to myself.” He teased, and you can't help the laugh that escapes you. 

“You hopeless romantic.”

“Part of why you love me, dearest.”

“Only a part, though.” You tease, stretching. “Get some rest. I'll see you soon, okay?” 

“You get rest, too. Have sweet dreams.” Youngjo replies, and you wish you could kiss him. 

“I love you, Youngjo.”

“I love you, too. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You manage to get up, get your laundry in the dryer and migrate to your bed, falling asleep fairly quickly. Your internal clock wakes you around 10am and you start by making breakfast. You make sure your suitcase is by the door and Hades is fed before settling to play on your console while you wait. Just before 2:30, there's a knock at the door and you get up to answer it. You greet the familiar face of the driver with a smile, taking the envelope he offers you before going to pet Hades and grab your bag. You lock the door on your way out, tucking your keys into your jacket as you follow the driver to the car. Once seated in the back, which is more for the driver's comfort of routine, you open the envelope to find a card. It's a beautiful card of black with silver and gold stars and mini constellation designs on the cover, with a bronze script that reads ‘My soul found its mate in yours’ - which makes you smile as your fingers brush over the raised lettering on the card. Opening the card reveals a key card sleeve with a room number on it, as well as the remainder of the printed message for the card and the familiar scrawl of Youngjo's hangul in metallic to the left. The English printed on the right side is gold and makes you miss him a great deal despite having spoken to him just the night before. ‘I am eternally grateful that it did. I love you.’. Your eyes slip to the left to read the words Youngjo had written, tilting your head as you translate in your head. 

‘My beloved Y/N,

You don't have to worry about checking in, you can just come up to the room. I put your key here to make sure you didn't need to ask because I know how anxious talking to strangers makes you. We're probably already going to be at rehearsal, so if you want to drop your stuff and come to the venue, just tell Georam and he'll bring you. If you'd rather stay and wait, that's fine, I’ll see you around seven or eight. Final dress rehearsal is tomorrow, so I hope you're ready for behind the scenes stuff, because we got it approved to have you there. I'm excited to have you at the show. I hope you're excited, too. I love you to the moon and back a thousand times.

Youngjo'

The words make your lips curve and you tuck the card into the pocket on the side of your suitcase, holding onto the key card as you watch the scenery go by. 

“Are they treating you well, Georam?” You ask, looking up at the driver. 

“Always, Y/N. They're good guys.” Georam answers, glancing at you through the rearview. “Did you want to go to the venue?” 

“You know what…yeah. Let me drop my bag off and we can head over.” A nod moves your head as you lean back. You know the boys are expecting you to stay at the hotel after the trip, but you are excited to see them all. The last time all of you were together was months ago when recording for the new album began, and as much as you adore your boyfriend, you won't deny that you also miss the other five a great deal. After three hours of quiet music and chit chat with the driver, you walk into the lobby of the hotel, in awe of the place before you head up to the room and drop your bag off before returning to the car downstairs. The venue is barely a ten minute drive, and Georam pouts when you get out before he can get around, but you nudge him playfully and motion for him to lead the way. Backstage is crowded and you can hear the staff roaming around as they go over things, but the sound of music makes you pause in your trail behind Georam to follow the sound. 

“Y/N?” Georam appears beside you as you near the shadowed area near the edge of the stage to watch, chuckling before giving a bow. “I'll leave you be.” 

You nod in acknowledgement as he steps back into the fray, but your eyes are on the stage. The boys are mid-performance of your favorite song and seeing the new angle of them giving their all warms your heart. You stand quietly in the shadows as they go about rehearsal, content to just watch them go about their routine. To see the creative process is an experience in itself that you've never even said you wanted to witness out loud, and you don't want to ruin it. A tap on your shoulder distracts you as the boys go over the ment they plan to do, their laughter making you smile as you accept a bottle of water from a staff member before your gaze returns to the stage. It's akin to watching a masterpiece be painted, and you let yourself get lost in the moment. Time is lost as you take it in, and when the stage manager agrees the boys have done a great job, Geonhak is actually the first to notice you as he's the first to start towards the back.

“Y/N, hey!” He greets as he spots you, reaching to scoop you up into a hug and squeeze. You squeak in response, laughing a little as you hug back. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too, Geon-ah.” You reply. “You guys look amazing.”

“Stage outfits are going to look even better!” Dongju chimes with a grin, and you don't hesitate to hug the maknae, back shifting to the stage in the action. 

“I can't wait. I'm so excited for you guys.” 

“You're not excited for yourself?” Youngjo asks, arms looping at your waist as he dips his head to nuzzle your neck. The gesture makes you lean into him, eyes closing for a moment before you turn in his embrace to face him and tuck your face into his neck, not caring about the sweat that sheens along his skin. “You smell delightful.”

“Thank you.” You muse, pulling back to pull him down for a kiss. The ‘aws’ and ‘cutes’ don't go unnoticed, but you don't care, the staff is used to your presence at the dorms so they're familiar with you. “And to answer your question, of course I'm excited. But seeing you guys go through rehearsal just makes it surreal for me.”

“You liked rehearsal?”

“I've always wanted to see a rehearsal process.” You admit.

“Why didn't you tell us? Youngjo-hyung could have had you picked up this morning!” Hwanwoong pouts.

“It's okay, Woongie. Just getting to see the second run through was amazing.” You promise, releasing Youngjo to hug the member closest to your height. “I can't wait for tomorrow.” 

“Guys, I hate to break up our family reunion,” Seoho speaks up, a cool towel drapes at his neck. “But we should really get cleaned up so we can go to dinner.” 

“Oh, dinner sounds amazing.” Geonhak agrees. “You're coming with us, right?” He asks you, and you arch a brow at him. 

“No, of course not.” You say drolly with a playful look, trying to reach up and ruffle his hair, but he moves out of the way. “I'll wait outside the dressing room for you guys to finish.” You move to lean against the wall with your bottle of water, laughing as Youngjo steps close to steal another kiss before disappearing behind the door. You wait patiently, sipping at your water and scrolling through your phone, playing a little on your Tetris app while you wait. You can hear the six men inside talking, and it dawns on you how much they really do mean to you. Not just as someone who enjoys the music they work so hard on, but as family. You'd left a lot behind when you'd moved here, but you'd found so much more. You look up as the door opens, and you reach out to ruffle Hwanwoong’s hair. “You guys ready?”

“Almost.” Hwanwoong grins as he speaks, moving to hug you. “We love you, nuna.” 

“I love you guys, too.” You chuckle, and the familiar feeling of a hand between your shoulders makes you look up and you turn into Youngjo on instinct to hold him close. “I love you most of all, though.” You muse to him. 

“I'm glad you feel that way, jagiya.” Youngjo replied, tilting his head to lay a kiss to your hair. “Because there's something I want to tell you.”

There's a ball of panic in your gut, not sure what's about to happen. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect. You're perfect; my moon and sun. I don't know what I'd do without you. You filled a place in me that I didn't even know was empty, and every day I love you more than I thought I could ever love someone.”

“Youngjo…” the words have emotion trapping in your chest as you look up at him, lower lip tugging between your teeth as he speaks.

“I want to take care of you, Y/N. I want to make you feel special and for you to know I would do anything for you. Anything.” One hand finds your cheek and his thumb caresses over your skin. It's not an uncommon gesture, but you can read his face very well.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Youngjo laughs a little, leaning to kiss you gently, resting his forehead on yours as he replies. “I'm great, I swear. But I would like to know if you would give me the highest honor of being your husband.” The words take a moment to process but when they do, you pull back to look up at him, eyes then going to the members nearby to make sure you haven't misheard. In the brief moments it takes to turn away and then back, Youngjo is kneeling with a small velveteen box of emerald green in his hand. 

“Oh my gods, Youngjo…”

“Will you marry me, my beloved Y/N?* He asks properly. “Will you let me take care of you until my dying breath?” 

Of all the possibilities your mind has gone through trying to figure out what your boyfriend and his members have been up to, this was not even remotely close to making the list. For a moment you can only stare, emotion in your chest keeping your words from breaking through as tears bristle in your eyes. All you can do is nod and when Youngjo opens the box, the ring is perfect, the band inlaid with leaves holding a single gemstone accented by a small diamond on either side. The moment he stands and pulls the ring from the box, Hwanwoong and Dongju cheer, which soon causes a ruckus of cheers and applause as Youngjo wipes the tears away and kisses you deeply, one arm secured at your waist as you kiss back enthusiastically with your arms around her neck. 

“I love you, Kim Youngjo.” You whisper against his lips. 

“And I love you, jagiya.” He answers. “Let's go have dinner, yeah?”

“I hope it's not too fancy. I'm not dressed for that.”

“You're beautiful, baby.” Youngjo promises, kissing you again. “And if anyone tries to say otherwise, Mrs. Kim, they'll have to deal with me.” The sound of it makes your face heat up and you tuck into him. “You like the sound of that?”

“Very much.”

Dinner is wonderful, filled with laughter and storytelling paired with delicious food, great company and pure joy. You ride back to the hotel with the boys and greet the staff still trickling on as you all head up to the floor where all the rooms are. Walking down the hall you say goodnight to Dongju, Seoho and Keonhee at one room, then Hwanwoong and Leedo as Youngjo stops at the room the two of you have. Hwanwoong and Leedo give one last congratulations and round of hugs before continuing down the hall to their own hotel room. Youngjo lets you go in first, allowing the door to close behind him as he walks over to join you on the balcony and wrap his arms around you from behind. He places a kiss on your temple, then rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“I love you,” he whispers, nuzzling you gently. 

“How long have you been planning this?” You tease, content to stand in his embrace as you look out over the city. 

“A few months. Still didn't do it how I originally thought to.” He answers. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I originally was going to do it during the show tomorrow. Have you come out during one of the ments, show you off like you deserve to be.”

“What happened, then?”

“I saw you with Geonhak and Hwanwoong after practice. You were so relaxed and happy. The way you're so at home with all of us, with the staff. I needed the moment to be perfect, and that moment made me realize that it didn't need to be extravagant. It just needed to be the important people in our lives.” The words make you gasp a little, a hand covering your mouth.

“Oh, shit. I'll have to tell the guys at the cafe.” 

“They already know. Seoho video called Chris.” Youngjo replied, which finally makes you pull away to turn and look at hi,. 

“Wait. How did he-” you cut yourself off as your brain starts catching up. “What did you do?*

“Your family is all really far away, and you don't really talk to them, anyway. But I was going to do it the right way, and the closest thing to family you have here is the guys at the cafe. So on one of your days off, I went and asked Chris and the others for their blessings.”

“So they knew all this time?” 

“I'd say about three weeks, give or take.” Youngjo confirms. “Why?”

“I just…they never even slipped. Not once.” You laugh a little, leaning back on the rail to look at him. “And I never thought anyone would ever-”

“You are a treasure and every person who didn't see that and treat you right deserves to be in your past.” Youngjo cuts you off, reaching up to run his hand through your hair. “I will do everything to make sure you know how important you are to me, how much I love you, every moment I can. I'm sorry you had all that pain before you came here, but I am making it my job to make sure you don't feel the way they made you feel ever again. I am yours, and yours alone, Y/N. Nothing could make me happier than being with you as we take this next step in our journey together.” 

“I couldn't be happier that you chose me.” You admit. “And I'll be by your side for the rest of my life.” You pull him in for another kiss, your fingers carding into his hair. “Sooo, am I supposed to move into the dorms now?”

“Let's get through tomorrow and then we'll start moving my stuff.”

“Wait, will they let you move out of the dorm?”

“I don't see why not. I’ll have an apartment to move into, and it isn't like it's far from HQ anyway.” He mused. “Let's get some sleep. We start early tomorrow so we're ready for sound check.”

“As long as I get cuddles.” 

“At any time you want, beautiful.”

#domestic aesthetics series #oneus fanfiction #ravn x reader #youngjo x reader #making a fantasy...a beautiful galaxy ✾ my fics

[dayeonies]

🌆 Favorite Fics 🌆

Genre: The majority is fluff, there's quite a lot of smut tho...

For: Me and your benefits 💜

Groups: Mostly Ateez as it's the group I find the most on here, some txt, some Enhypen, some WayV, some Oneus.

A/N: I will continue adding onto this as I read more fics, this list will never really be complete unless if I quit Tumblr and I don't think that'll happen anytime soon 😂

Some of my favorite fictions or posts I've seen rn :)

Ateez 🌆

Ot8

🪻 When you're on your period @lilacmingi

🪻 Asking bf!Ateez to draw a flower

🪻 Calling bf!Ateez by their government name

By @eightmakesonebraincell

🪻 Different types of dates with ateez @beenbaanbuun

🪻 Morning *** with ateez @sxcret-garden

🪻 Random soft random things @i-luvsang

🪻 Ateez text over you fangirling @justwritedreams

🪻 Confessions with ateez @kairoot

🪻 Sending them their own memes @hotteoki

🪻 Ateez as middle school teachers @thelargefrye

🪻 He's the type to (Hyung Line) @yoonkles

🪻 How would they confess? @elllisaaa

🪻 confessing their in love with you @mazeinthemiroh

🪻 soft cuddles with ateez @beenbaanbuun

🪻 Make out with Ateez while at their parents @hwanchaesong

🪻 Watching a horror movie @mazeinthemiroh

🪻 Ateez Kinks @extra-gray

🪻 Ateez Kinks @applesooyoung

Seonghwa

🪻 Relationship Stages @crazyformfics

🪻 With You @hwaightme

Yunho

🪻 Guerilla @sorryimananti-romantic

🪻 Good Boy @yuyusboyfriend

🪻 Hoodie Strings @everyonewooeverywhere

🪻 What he would say during *** @sanspuppet

🪻 Yunho NSFW audio @sugarnspice630

🪻 Mistletoe Mischief @stayteezdreams

🪻 Sub Yunho x Afab reader @pyramid-of-starrs

🪻 Manhandling strengths @ja3hwa

San

🪻 Reassuring words & mellow touches @hongjoongsart

🪻 San NSFW audio @sugarnspice630

Wooyoung

🪻 If Without You @sorryimananti-romantic

Jongho

🪻 Falling and Sleeping @seonghwaddict

TXT 🌆

Ot5

🪻 Would you still love me if I was a - @gyumibear

🪻 Frustrated because you're struggling to learn korean @thoughtsforsoob

WayV 🌆

Ot5

🪻 When they first slide it in @ne0pearl

YangYang

🪻 4:56 pm @sxcret-garden

Oneus 🌆

Ot6

🪻 Oneus Getting a Head @fluffytsukino1009

Enhypen 🌆

Jungwon

🪻 Bf!Jungwon IG stories @letters2won

#enhypen imagines #ateez imagines #masterlist #kpop personal #kpop bg #kpop #kpop masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #txt imagines #wayv imagines #oneus imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #favorite #favorites #ot #engene #atiny #deobi #the b #moa #tomoon #wayzenni

[doyou000me]

The Look

My Personal Weatherman. Mizuki/Yoh smut.

Summary:

“I like you.” Ever since Mizuki told Yoh how he feels, Yoh can see it in his face. It’s intense. It’s too much. It’s so much, Yoh has to shut his eyes and turn away. One day, Mizuki comes home with a small expensive looking bag. In it, there’s a blindfold.

@candidamay you have been patient. The wait is over. This took longer than it should have but now it is done, and I can only hope it lives up to your expectations.

#my personal weatherman #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #plot? we don't know her #no it doesn't actually have anything to do with Malus or ONEUS #but that picture sure is inspiring...

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ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 0.8ᵏ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵐᵉ ᵖⁱᵉˢ, ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ ˢᵉˣ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵖᵘⁿⁱˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗ, ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ, ᵃˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

You glanced over at your out of breath boyfriend, sweaty, and panting.

"You okay?"

You asked to your boyfriend who was laying right under you looking down.

"Yes…continue please."

You moved you hand up and down of your boyfriend's rock hard cock, as he made small moans and squeezed the bedsheets.

"So pretty for me.."

Oneus had recently held a concert, of course you didn't miss it. You watched the stage and heard screams while you were swinging your lightstick that you had in your hand.

You watched proudly as you heard your boyfriend's beautiful vocals across the stage, gosh they were gorgeous.

He ran across the stage, cheered the audience when he sang, even rapped.

Getting home, you sat down ordered food and ate as you watched tv.

You weren't surprised when your boyfriend got home, looking worn out and tired. He hugged you from behind, kissed your ear, so close you could feel his breath. You then heard his soft, shakey voice say..

"Could you take care of me tonight?"

you wondered how you got here, before recalling the scene, looking at your boyfriend under you as he released a bit of pre-cum. Damn he was pretty…

"Babe…please touch me more…I wanna cum.."

"Not yet… I promise you will soon."

"Princess! Please.."

"Be patient.."

You slided your hand down and started fingering him, he moaned loudly as you took your fingers in and out of him, he loved these feelings the most.

"Seoho… baby.. don't cum okay? I'm not done with you."

Seoho nodded before he threw his head back and let out a loud moan.

You had hit his spot.

Taking advantage of his reaction you constantly pushed in and out aggressively trying to hit his weakness as many times as possible.

He moaned repeatedly, getting louder each time you taunted him.

However, this wasn't just pleasure for him… he felt his walls clench around your fingers and his dick twitch, he sat up straight hoping it would help, but no… he couldn't have been more wrong..

He moaned loudly, you were almost sure the noise might have even been heard from outside the house, however when you looked up about to scold him for his loudness, you saw Seoho covering his face and a waterfall of cum extending from his tip to his stomach and bottom.

"I told you not to cum!"

"I'm sorry master, I couldn't help it...! It won't happen again!"

You sighed while looking up at him.

"Oh Seoho.. you need punishment…"

"Wait! Master! I promise I will listen-"

You started slapping Seoho's cock as you noticed it start lifting up again from it's softened state, Seoho whined and pleaded for you to stop and calm down, promising you he would never cum without permission again.

Eventually your boyfriend's eyes started to water, as he started to let out his 2nd orgasm of the night, constantly releasing small bits with every hit.

"Please… baby… stop…"

Tears fell from his eyes, feeling pity for being so harsh with the boy, you bent down and started giving his sensitive cock a small taste.

"Wait!"

You adjusted his huge cock inside of your mouth and started moving your hand up and down, absolutely loving the sound of his moans calling your name as he begged for you to give him a moment.

"Babe. Be quiet, or I'll punish you again.."

He was suddenly frozen by your words, he no longer begged you to stop. He thrusted his hips into your mouth, letting out small moans and whines throughout the process.

"Mommy… can I put it inside of you?"

You looked up at him, you were fully dressed, however Seoho was completely bare and exposed.

"Okay.. you've been good."

Seoho's lifted himself with the little energy he had left, moving on top of you and clenching your thighs tightly.

He made you comfortable as he then gripped his dick into his hand to line it up with you, even his own touch made him moan loudly because of how sensitive he was.

He found the spot and shoved himself in, he showed no mercy, constantly pushing himself into you with his huge dick.

You had to admit, it did hurt. However the pain quickly became pleasure as you started crying out harshly.

"You're doing so well…just like that babe… just like that…"

Your boyfriend grunted as he took himself to the edge and was close to his 3rd orgasm of the night.

"Not yet darling… let me cum too.."

You read his drunked expression so easily, his eyes rolled back as he held himself from cumming, wanting to listen to you this time.

He moved harder and faster, becoming impatient.

"I'm so close Seoho…"

That was all he needed to be able to speed his pace to a godly speed, eventually making you spill all over his dick. Upon the warm feeling of your insides, Seoho quickly removed himself from your insides in order to cum, barely making it outside of you in time.

He pulled you into a hug and fell asleep, you smiled at your tired boyfriend.

"Sleep well my love."

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[darlingsaybonvoyage]

Accidentally confessing to Leedo, thinking you're texting Xion

Leedo x GN!Reader

(A/N: same thing as the last post, except it's more dramatic and totally self indulgent, let me be)

Bonus, later that night

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[kbookshelf]

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[oneusficevents]

2023 ONEUS Trope Bingo Interest Check

Hi! This is the very beginning of @oneusficevents! The goal of this blog is to host semi-annual events to get more fics into the Ao3 tag and to showcase the creativity in the fandom. We are starting off small with a 4x4 square Trope Bingo. There is no obligation to join if you fill out the interest check, just wanted to get a feel and see if there's enough interest to put on the event.

Any and all fics created for this bingo will be both part of the Ao3 collection and shared on this blog.

This event will be open from February to August, and you are free to post at any time during that period. You are also free to write for as many and few of the tiles as you'd like. There's no obligation to complete bingo if you don't want to/have the time to.

The goal is eventually to get to the point that we can host TOMOON collaboration events with artist/editors like Minibangs and the like. Please reblog and share this post if interested! The more interest, the more fics we can put out there!

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[woongmybeloved]

Are there enough tomoon writers to host a trope bingo bc ngl I really want to start one to get some fresh content into the ao3 tags. As much as I appreciate what we've got so far, it would be lovely to have some new material. And a trope bingo would be perfect to shake things up and get people writing.

OR if there's not enough tomoon writers, maybe just a general kpop trope bingo? Could be fun.

EDIT: So exactly two (2) people interacted with this so naturally I gained a false sense of confidence and created @oneusficevents. I'm making a real interest check for this so please consider filling it out and joining!

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[writtenstars0428]

page 02: just me, you, and the distance between us

✿ on this page, i write

✿ yeo hwanwoong // 1125 words

✿ hello! how are you all? despite being so inactive, i'm still receiving lots of love for my works. thank you so much. you have no idea how much your comments encourages me.

✿ i've been reading shoujo manga for a while now and i somehow miss cute fluffy high school romance stuff so i've written this. it's quite random but i hope you all enjoy!

✿ other stories

You must look awkward standing, fiddling with the stack of papers in your hands, and staring at the group of friends chatting happily at the back of the classroom.

With a deep breath and a pounding heart, you decided to just ask for their assignments as quickly as possible. Aside from the fact that your Math teacher must be waiting for your class' submission, it was already dismissal time. Once they disbanded and went their own ways, you'll have a harder time collecting their submissions.

"Excuse me," you called out.

They continued talking happily. You realized that your voice came out too small to be heard. You knew you just had to call them again with a louder voice but still, you were hesitating. What if they did not hear you again? You must look weird standing there. Others might already be thinking weirdly of how shy you are. What if—

"Give me your assignments and start vacating the room, you guys," a voice called out from behind you.

You turned around and saw your class president Yeo Hwanwoong. He was smiling at the group with his hand out to get their submissions.

"Or did you not do your assignments?" he added jokingly.

The group started teasing each other, telling who just copied from who as they rummage through their bags. You watch as they handed Hwanwoong their submissions. He fixed them before turning to you with a smile. "Here you go."

You carefully took them from him and gave him a shy bow. "Thank you..."

"You can always ask me for help, you know." He gently gave your shoulder a pat.

Perhaps it was because the curtains were drawn, flooding the classroom with sunlight. Or maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you. But as you watched him walk away, he somehow shone a little brighter.

●・○・●・○・●

You have always been fond of the rain.

You loved how it sounds so loud and yet, it silences its other noise. It makes people busy trying to stay out of the cold constant drops, barely noticing the faces of those they pass by. For someone like you whose comfort is found in being among the shadows, not being noticed is a blessing to you.

When the school building's entrance wasn't that crowded anymore, you finally went out and opened your bag for your umbrella. You stopped fumbling with your bag when you felt someone appeared beside you. With a quick glance, you saw Hwanwoong looking grimly at the sky. You watched him, your hand still inside your bag, as he took off his uniform blazer and held it above his head.

For some reason, your hand reached out and tugged onto the sleeve of his white uniform.

He turned to you, clearly surprised. You immediately dropped your hold and felt warmth crept your face. "I'm sorry... Uh... It's just..."

He smiled at you as you fumbled with your words. "Do you need help with something?"

You shook your head and he suddenly looked confused. You were also confused. What was going through your head when you tugged on his uniform? He must've realized you were weird! He might stop being kind—

Thunder rumbled, making the both of you jump in surprise. The few students on the entrance made haste to leave the campus.

You heard Hwanwoong sigh as he stared at the rain. You wanted to offer him your umbrella but that means you two would have to walk together under the rain, with shoulders brushing beneath the shelter of your umbrella. Though that might be the best thing to do right now, you're too embarrassed to say it.

He turned to you again, taking you away from your thoughts. He pointed at the rain. "Looks like the rain won't stop soon. I think you better go before it gets worse..."

He was right. The downpour might get heavier. You should go. He should also go.

With your one hand holding the umbrella inside your bag, you bravely asked, "Do you want to share an umbrella?"

Perhaps it was because of the pitter-patter of the rain. Or the buzzing sounds of worried students. Or maybe your voice was just too soft.

He did not hear you.

"Sorry?" He leaned closer. "What did you say?"

Aside from feeling embarrassed about what you asked, his closeness flustered you. You took a tiny step back and clenched the umbrella. "Uhm... My umbrella..."

"Oh!" He exclaimed as if he finally understood you. "Did you also forget your umbrella?" Without waiting for your answer, he looked around for a while before pointing somewhere. "Let's wait out the rain there. It's a bit cold standing here."

Slowly, you removed your hold on your umbrella and just followed him. You two sat down the corner of the entrance. There, the blowing wind doesn't reach you but nonetheless, it was still cold.

"You okay?" He asked. "Do you want my blazer?"

You immediately shook you head. "No. Thank you."

The two of you watched the rain with a small distance between you. You thought the two of you would spend the time in silence. However, Hwanwoong brought up random topics.

He asked you your favorite color and he told you his. He asked about what subjects you like and you learned that his was PE. He even asked what time do you sleep and was surprised that you sleep so late at night watching your favorite shows.

You didn't realize that as you talk, the distance between the two of you was getting shorter and shorter. And when the rain became drizzle, you two were close enough for him to hear your soft voice and for you to feel his warmth.

"I've been meaning to ask this," he suddenly said. He pointed something beside you. "Is that yours? I saw it roll out of your bag earlier..."

You glanced at where he was pointing and saw your umbrella. Immediately, all heat rushed up your head and hastily, you picked it up. "Uhm... Yes, I was about to ask you to share it earlier but you did not hear me and the thunder roared and the rain was so loud... Uh... I was also embarrassed to ask..."

He laughed at that and stood up. With a bright smile, he held out his hand. "Can I share your umbrella? At least until I get to the bus stop, if that's okay with you."

With a heated face, you grabbed his hand and he helped you stand. You opened your umbrella and held it in between the two of you. "Let's go."

The two of you walked under the soft rain, beneath the shelter of your transparent umbrella, with shoulders touching and smiles reaching your eyes.

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[cheonsasubin]

Kpop opowieści i inne - Soul(P1Harmony)-The emptiness of the soul of the heart (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1351294929-kpop-opowie%C5%9Bci-i-inne-soul-p1harmony-the-emptiness?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=SubinMirae&wp_originator=b6w%2BWPpV0zBE8zbm89mUNlOjeyhEb3zvFSdThJDBJ6qoj1KVPObDfwTqnTpaHW0Q0IjCVqArRpp9dPklAdTD2V6A6lrkWFWAwupPHSZ9qeNsEKoPZTtfz8c21OZimGrh Książka będzie zawierać kpopowe opowiadania a także od czasu do czasu reakcje i zodiaki

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[eternalmingki]

Passing Reflections (y.hw)

❊ Pairing: prince!yeo hwanwoong x fem!reader

❊ Genre: fluff, a little angst, time travel, ancient korea, royal au

❊ Warnings: angsty talk when it comes to the reader’s life, talks of relative deaths

❊ Wc: 2.2k

❊ Featuring: the rest of oneus

❊ Summary: your life has been one mishap after another. you had once accidentally stumbled across this mirror that allowed you to travel. to another world or another time, you weren’t too sure. but either way, you were happy while you were there. now, after having been away for more than a year, you were aching to see your prince and his brothers once more.

❊ a/n: comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated since that’s how the algorithm here works. So if you could reblog my works or leave a comment that would be greatly appreciated!

Your life was hell, and that was putting it lightly. In the last year, both of your parents had passed away, within a month of each other, then your aunt who you were super close with. You had grown distant from your brother due to all of this family trauma so you were practically alone.

Most of your life now was to wake up, go to work, come back and sleep, and repeat. But, unfortunately, that cycle would be broken.

“What? What do you mean you’re letting me go?” you asked your boss as he counted a till. He looked at you with a bored look on his face.

“It means you no longer work for me. Listen, y/n. You’ve been a good worker. But you’ve been very distracted lately and things aren’t being handled properly anymore. I had to make a decision and I’m sorry this was it.” he said and you felt close to tears. But you bit back your tears as you nodded. 

You didn’t say much else, just handed in some of your things and left. You felt so hopeless. Why couldn’t you just have one week where you didn’t feel drained or where something went wrong? You started thinking and you made a spur of the moment decision. You still had the fan that was given to you by someone you knew. So you quickly went home and grabbed it. It was a beautiful handheld fan. It was made with delicate paper connected by delicately engraved wood, stained red. The paper had thin black lines on it and at the end of these random looking lines were pink painted flowers. The person who had painted the cherry blossom tree on your fan was the same person who had gifted it to you. And the one who had carved into the wood was the one you missed the most.

So you tucked the fan away and walked away from this life as you knew it. And you walked to the museum that was a few blocks away from your home. You walked inside and looked around, not having even bothered to bring your keys or your phone. You didn’t need them where you were headed anyway.

It was close to closing, so what you did after looking around for a while was you went into the bathroom. You entered one of the stalls and you waited. You waited for a while. And then a little while longer. Luckily, there wasn’t too much security so as the sun was setting, you quietly exited the bathroom and headed off to the exhibit of ancient Korea. There, a mirror was on display amongst other ornate things. You looked around as you came closer to the mirror.

You were making a gamble here. You’d only done this once. And you had no clue if it would work again. But anything would be better than this life. You wanted to go back. You wanted to see him again. You slowly reached your hand out and pressed it against the cool glass of the mirror. And before you knew it, your vision went.

・❥・

When your vision finally returned to you, you were slightly disoriented. You looked around as you took in your surroundings. You were inside of an empty building. The same building you appeared in last time. The mirror was nowhere in sight, but you knew where it was. You looked down at yourself and smiled. You were a beautiful hanbok, the skirt a light pink and the shirt was light grey. Your hair was in an updo, held together by pins and beautiful clips. And the fan was held in your hand.

It worked. You were finally here. You smiled your first smile in months as you started off through town. The sun was setting and there were people setting up lanterns since the night was approaching. But you weaved your way through the crowd towards the palace. The way to get there was surrounded by forest and you had to travel a little ways up a weathered dirt path to get there. You saw a couple of different guards out front as you approached. They looked at you and stood just a little more at attention as you approached.

“What is it you need?” one of them asked.

“I need to see the princes. Please, I’m a friend of theirs.” you insisted as they looked at you strangely.

“Please. Don’t try and lie. What proof do you have that you know them?” they asked as you huffed a little. You gently opened the fan and showed it to them.

“This. You recognize this art and this work, don’t you? It was gifted to me by one of your princes, please. Fetch them and let them tell you who I am.” you said quietly. The guards looked at one another before one of them sighed.

“Stay here. I will send for the princes.” he said, walking inside of the gate to the palace. You nodded as you looked around, lightly fanning yourself to pass the time as you waited.

・❥・

Hwanwoong simply was looking out of his window as he watched the sun set. Ever since you had left, he hadn’t been nearly as cheerful. Everyone could see the connection you and he had. So when you left, he became reclusive. He only ever slept, ate, worked on carvings, and walked the gardens. That had been his days for a year. When there was a knock at his door, he didn’t even look over. “Enter,” he called quietly.

He heard the door creak open and a quiet voice. “Hwanwoong? Our presence is being summoned at the gate.” he heard Youngjo speak.

“You just go, Hyung. Not all of us are needed.” he said.

“Unfortunately, we are. The others are waiting.” Youngjo said softly, watching as Hwanwoong sighed and stood.

“Fine. Let’s go.” Hwanwoong said quietly, following the eldest out of his room and through their home in almost complete silence. They arrived at the front gate and saw the other four standing with one of the guards.

“There you guys are.” Seoho said with a smile.

“What’s going on exactly?” Youngjo asked as he looked to the guard in question, Hwanwoong’s face stoic as he stood next to him

“Well, sire. There was a young woman who came to the gate, insisting that she knew the six of you and wanted to see you all. Naturally, we told her to leave. And if she had actual proof, then to provide it. That’s when she showed us a fan that was very clearly Prince Hwanwoong’s woodwork and Prince Leedo’s artwork. It looked specially made.” the guard said. The others all froze and quickly looked at one another. Hwanwoong very quickly got his hopes up as the guard opened the gate back up and exited with the princes.

The sound of the creaking hinges caught your attention as you turned around, fan hiding your face a little bit as the six princes followed the guard out as you stood there, slowly lowering the fan as you smiled at them. They all stood in shock.

“I’m back.” you said quietly. Keonhee, quickly and in a very non-princely manner, ran forward and hugged you.

“You’re here!” he proclaimed as the others broke their princely attitudes and quickly came forward, all talking happily. You smiled as you talked with them all happily, looking to see Hwanwoong hanging back. He looked close to tears as he looked at you in shock. The others caught on and Xion smiled softly. “Let’s all head inside and you and Hyung can talk.” he said softly and you smiled, nodding.

They all led you inside and you saw Leedo whispering to Hwanwoong. And you felt a pout form as he left the group. Leedo fell to walk next to you and smiled. “He’s just going to his room for a moment to compose himself. We didn’t know you’d be returning. You can meet him in the gardens.” he said in his low voice. You smiled up at him, given that he was so tall.

“Thank you, Leedo. I’ll see you all in a bit.” you said, parting from the princes who all were talking happily. They had greatly missed you, almost as much as Hwanwoong had. You walked quietly, the sound of the pond’s small waterfall in the garden reaching your ears as you arrived. By now, the moon had started to rise, but it was still very warm, being in the summer months. But there was a slight breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees. It was beautiful. This was your favorite place in the whole palace, besides Hwanwoong’s study as it always smelt of fresh wood shavings.

It was nearly silent besides the sounds of water and leaves. And that’s when you heard a pair of footsteps approach, making you turn to face the person. It was Hwanwoong. He still looked shaken and shocked as he approached you on the pathway that cut through the garden. He looked at you and didn’t know what to say. After a long year without you, what could he say? There was too much.

“I never thought you’d come back.” that’s what he was able to muster to come out. And even then, his voice was embarrassingly shaky.

“I honestly didn’t know if I would. Like I told you when I left the first time, I had a life to go back to. I wanted to reconnect with my family. Because seeing you with your brothers and your parents made me miss my own, so I went back and reached out.” you said and he nodded in understanding.

“Then why did you come back?” he questioned.

You sighed. “My parents passed away within a month of one another. And then my father’s sister whom I was very close to passed soon after. And then because of it all, my brother and I gree apart again. And just before I came here, the job I was working, they let me go. So I had nothing. Except the hope to come back here again. I didn’t want to spend another moment away from this place. Away from you.” you confessed. You didn’t miss how Hwanwoong’s ears went pink under his black hair. “But enough about my unfortunate life. How have you been since I last saw you?”

How should he answer this? He didn’t want to admit how many nights he stayed awake, longing for you. How desperate he was to have you by his side again. But he couldn’t help it. “I…was honestly just as miserable. But for other reasons.” you cocked your head to one side in confusion, but waited for him to continue. “Obviously, as you saw, my brothers are still in good health. My parents are traveling currently and are in good health as well. But…since you left. I have felt as if a part of my heart has been missing. Part of my soul. I have been…rather depressed since you left. I only wished for you to return and I didn’t even know if you would.”

Now it was your turn to blush. You and Hwanwoong both knew of your feelings for one another. But it had been too soon when you first met, not to mention you did have a life to go back to before. But now, the feelings you harbored for one another couldn’t be ignored. “You know. You could just say you missed me.” you said, smiling shyly and awkwardly. He couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“That is a more simplistic way of putting it, yes.” he said with a smile at you. And that smile blinded you. He was so radiant. You felt like the past year, even with reconnecting with your family, a dark rain cloud had been over you since you left. But now. Being here in the place that feels the most like home you’ve ever felt and with the man you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, it was like the sun had come again. And was right in front of you. “y/n. May I do something? It’s something I’ve wished to do ever since you left.” he asked and you nodded.

You didn’t expect what happened next. Your fan was folded and held in your right hand. And Hwanwoong gently wrapped his fingers around that wrist, sparks seeming to light up your skin where he ever so gently touched. You then felt yourself be pulled forward until you were practically chest to chest. And the next that happened was so cliche you could cringe. But it felt so right with Hwanwoong.

He kissed you. It was so gentle yet powerful in all the feelings behind it. And you found yourself kissing back readily. And just at that moment, an especially strong gust of wind knocked many cherry blossom petals free from their hold, causing them to flutter around the both of you. It was straight out of a drama you would watch back in your world. And straight out of a story that could be written in his. It felt so right, this storybook moment. And amongst the moonlight and falling cherry blossoms and the smell of shaven wood, this was a moment you two were writing together. You didn’t know what the rest of your story held. But you were ready to continue to turn the pages, excited for what this world held for the both of you.

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Hello, my darling Multis!

I know I've been missing, but real life has been a biiiiiitch and a half. I ended up with writer's block for a while, but I am happy to say I'm getting it back AND that some new material is completed. I also have a lot of ideas written down to work on. My "Horizon Boys Series" [aka: my Mafia!Teez verse] has three new fics in the works; two that are prequels to In the Morning and a sequel. Two new stories for my IdolxReader fics [the Domestic Aesthetics Series] are also ready. I'll be going through and getting teh completed additions posted today.

New material will also be posted on my Ao3 today as well if anyone would like to read the stories there.

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i'm glad people are re-finding me tho not all <3

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