#WONWOO AS A SUPERHERO?!

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and babysitting kids

ib the return of superman w svt bc i watched all the eps w jeonghao + junshua recently and it made me soft :((

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seungcheol:

better with kids than some of the others, but cautious. has the experience to take care of the child, but he's worried about coming off as too mean or harsh bc he's used to dealing with grown men with the mannerisms of children instead of actual children n he's too afraid of making the children cry if he's too strict w them. is very Parent when it comes to looking after the child, like, literally acts like their mom and makes them eat their vegetables and fusses over them when they spill something and makes sure they go to bed on time. the efficient person when it comes to looking after children

jeonghan:

he's so sweet. maybe a little too sweet bc as soon as the child is making the slightest whining noises he's dropping everything and doing aegyo or getting out all the toys or offering snacks bc god forbid a child starts crying in his care :((( good at being all gentle wheedler when he's exhausted out of his mind tho but he's just so weak that he doesn't do it often. lets them stay up half an hour past their bedtime. plays hide and seek with them a total of twelve times in a row. he's exhausted by the end of it, but the parents are smiling and the child is telling them how much they adore jeonghan and really that makes it all worth it for him

joshua:

the adorable uncle!! spends fifteen whole minutes explaining his name to the child, before giving up and telling them to call him jisoo. which leads to even more confusion bc he has two names???? what???? very excitable, but also clueless. he's an only child, what can he say? lets the kid get away with most things. when he inevitably exhausts himself two hours in by going way too hard while playing chase, he speaks in a cutesy tone and tries to convince the child to play some more sitting down activities. it always works, and honestly even tho he's terrible at puzzles it's better than going thru fitness training for five hrs straight

junhui:

eagerly participates in the child's made up games! pretends he's a superhero spy with them, pretends he's a magic prince(ess) with them, pretends they're pirates and encounter a ginormous sea monster with them. forgets to feed the child dinner because they're too busy playing, and so he lets them eat a whole hour after their bed time and because they're so late it takes ages to wash up and tuck the child into bed and eventually, the kid is only just going to sleep and it's three am and the parents are pulling up to the front of the house. but it's okay, because the child had fun and junhui had fun too

hoshi:

loves it the most when the children pretend they're animals. or if they have animal toys. managed to get into a fight with one of the kids once bc they wanted to be a tiger and soonyoung insisted that only he could be a tiger. almost made the child cry before eventually agreeing that they could both be tigers. gets hungry really quickly, so he ends up eating half of the child's dinner, then gives them loads of junk food to compensate for it. bad idea though, because now he has a child that's bouncing off the walls and it takes him hours to convince them to Not try and be spiderman and climb the walls and to Please get into bed because your parents are going to be home any minute and they are going to Obliterate me if you're still up

wonwoo:

he's chill. acts like a ghost that's simply observing the child's movements. only speaks when they start doing something they shouldn't or when it's time for dinner or when they should go up and get ready for bed. sometimes plays with the child if they ask him really nicely, but most of the time he's zoned out and staring at the wall, letting the child do whatever they want (so long as it's within the rules that he's been given)

jihoon:

awkward with children. doesn't know what to do. introduces himself and then holds out his hand for the child to shake. sits on the couch like he's ready to bolt any second. ends up putting the tv on for the child so that the silence in the room isn't too deafening. definitely warms up more as the night goes on, and ends up engaging in conversation with the child about how their life is at school. he forgets the names of all the children that the kid mentions though so he has no idea who has drama with who and how they're all connected but he nods and frowns and gasps in what he hopes are all the right places

minghao:

he loves children. so eager to play with them, encourages them to introduce all their toys to him and their histories and their relationships. shows them his cool hand tricks, has them gaping at him in awe for several minutes after. he's very shy, surprisingly, so desperately wanting to be all hyper and loud with the child but worried it will come off as too excitable. tries to teach the child better habits, too, talking to them about handling emotions and how emotional manipulation w tears will Not work on him, nice try. makes sure they eat their greens, and helps them brush their teeth as they get ready for bed. reads them a book and does one last finger trick before patting them on the head goodnight <;3

mingyu:

dramatic. big baby. literally acts like a child too. by the end of the evening, he's made a new friend and has pinky promised thrice that he'll come over some time for a proper play date with them. lets the child do whatever they want, with him and just in general. doesn't force the child to eat their greens bc honestly he finds those yuck too, and lets them go to bed later bc they gave him the most adorable puppy eyes and he's weak for that. reads them like five bedtime stories, acts out two of them, and would have definitely sung a song as well if he hadn't gotten a text saying the parents were coming home. rated 10/10 by all the children he's looked after

dokyeom:

the sweetest :(((( literally the most adorable with kids. treats them as if they're his younger siblings. is unintentionally doing aegyo the entire time he's with them bc he's just being influenced by so much cuteness all around him that he does it too. lets the child play with his hair, his clothes, his fingers. does the child's hair for them when they ask, and throws them into the air so many times that the child is almost sick all over him. plays hide and seek several times, two of which he was the one hiding from the child. almost forgets to put the child to bed, but then tucks them in really nicely and sings to them so sweetly. can't leave the room until the child falls asleep tho bc they insisted on grabbing onto his fingers and won't let go bc they're afraid he'll go away :((

seungkwan:

very fussy over children. dotes on them like he's a rich musty aunt, pinching their cheeks and calling them adorable every five seconds. participates in their made up games, but is hit with reality minimum three times every game bc even though he loves pretending he's a princess dressed in a pink and purple dress, it does feel weird when reality slaps you across the face. very good at Following the Schedule, and becomes almost sergeant-like while the child is brushing their teeth, standing over them and measuring the time to make sure they're doing it correctly. kisses the child on the forehead goodnight, giving their cheeks one last squeeze before tucking them in for the night

hansol:

kinda just there to have food. he's good with children tho, paying the right amount of attention to them and making all the exaggerated facial expressions that they adore. finds kids rlly adorable, but also just kinda sits there n munches on snacks half the time. asks the child how much english they know, quizzes them on the numbers from 1 to 100. all in all he's pretty good with children, feeding them on time and getting them to bed on time. ends up being so good that they fall asleep a long while before the parents come home, so he's just kinda sitting on the couch n staring at the wall for a while

chan:

literally acts like a child too (2). great with kids and matches their energy immaculately. isn't really into dressing up or chasing, but he's great at made up games and board games. once spent the entire evening playing snakes and ladders, bc it was a tense match okay and he was sure the child had to be cheating bc how were they always ahead of him?? makes sure they eat their food properly + very good at convincing them their veggies taste delicious. watches the child jump on their bed for a solid ten minutes, despite having been given express instructions to Not let the child jump on the bed, but really, how can he say no when theyre so adorable?

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[rubyreduji]

[i read a lot of svt fanfic]

choi seungcheol

Yours, But Not Yours - @gyukult (not finished, angst, fluff, smut, fake dating!au) Read All About It - @deedeekpop (5.6k, fluff, minor angst) Hello Tutorial - @97-liners (7.3k, fluff, rom com, suggestive, frat!au) Lover - @starlightxsvt (15.7k, smut, angst, light fluff, sugar daddy!au)

yoon jeonghan

Cigarettes and Coffee - @gyukult (3.4k, angst, fluff, smut) Fall Back Down To Earth With You - @97-liners (9.5k, fluff, romcom) How to Give a Blowjob - @multihoe-net (11k, smut, fluff, minor angst, f2l)

joshua hong

Vanilla - @milfgyuu (11.2k, smut, f2l) The Promise You Made Me You've Beaten Black and Blue - @chilligyu (5k, angst)

wen junhui

coming soon...

kwon soonyoung

Yes, Baby - @milfgyuu (3.8k, roommate!au, smut, fluff, humor, f2l) best friend hoshi x reader - @97-liners (2k, smut) The One For Me - @starlightxsvt (9.2k, romance, fluff, pining, slight angst) ☆Bluff and Nonsense - @thepixelelf (17k, romance, angst, fluff)

jeon wonwoo

Payment Due - @solarwonux (56.1k, smut, fluff, angst) Stray Cats and Reminders - @luvidzy (2k, fluff) Sharing Is Caring But I Don't Care - @gamerwoo (5.4k, fluff, hybrid!au) Outward - @gamerwoo (4.6k, fluff, very minor angst, high school!au) Roommates with Benefits - @shuaflix (6.4k, smut, fluff, humor, collage!au)

lee jihoon

Enouement - @wooahaes (13.7k, angst, slowburn, college!au) ☆Just Us and the Moon Till the Sun Starts Waking - @97-liners (10k, smut, angst, romance) Hydrangea - @woogyu (4.6k, painter!jihoon, college!au) Green Tea Latte - @twogyuu (9.7k, fluff, angst, high school!au) I Bet You Think About Me - @suhnshinehaos (2.5k, angst, fluff) The Last of the Real Ones - @gamerwoo (6.4k, superhero!au, angst, fluff) At the End - @strawberryjmilk (3.1k, paranormal hunter!jihoon, ghost!reader) Between Season - @wonwoonlight (6.5k, angst, break-up!au, hurt comfort) ☆Then Came You - @lovelywoos (7.9k, highschool!au, fluff, comedy, angst) To Dye For - @wooahaes (2.4k, soulmate!au, minor angst) Snake Eyes - @meltwonu (smut, fluff, angst) ☆Yearning - @jihoonotes (smau, fluff, humor, angst, sunshine x grumpy) Paper Rings - @fallinwoozi (4k, fluff)

lee seokmin

Yuck! - @lipglossjun (7.6k, fluff, romance, smut)

kim mingyu

☆New Rules - @leejihoonownsmyheart (26k, fluff, angst, smut, fake dating!au) It's All Fun and Games - @dontflailmenow (8.6k, smut, humor, f2l, fluff) We Don't Usually Hold Hands - @gyukult (16.8k, angst, fluff, smut, fwb) The Zest of Life - @cheolbooluvr (6.3k, fwb, colleg!au) Sugar and You - @97-liners (4.5k, fluff) I Can't Run Away - @gyukult (15.7k, angst, smut, fluff) Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You? - @dontflailmenow (3.9k, smut, e2l)

xu minghao

Playing Cupid - @sluttywonwoo (4.5k, smut) Tamed Studies - @flwrboi (4.3k, smut) Historical AU - @husbandhannie (smut)

boo seungkwan

Mercury, Mercury - @irrcgulars (6.7k, assassins!au, smut, angst, romance) Tilt - @irrcgulars (12.2k, hero/villain!au, smut, angst, romance, fluff) Falling To You, I'm Always Diving - @fallinwoozi (8.5k, fluff, romance)

vernon chwe

Buy a Boyfriend - @fallinwoozi (4k, smut) Hit - @smileysuh (9.1k, smut, fluff, slowburn) The Lover's Playlist - @gamerwoo (not finished, fluff, angst, idol!au)

lee chan

Bitchless - @milfgyuu (7.2k, smut, humor, roommate!au) ☆Ten Dates: Unmatched! - @xunolic (17.9k, romcom, angst, smut)

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[wonwoonlight]

Can you do all the members reacting “to finding out your sick by the internet” cause the other one was so good! maybe a series your choice though.

hi hi, i'm sorry i'm not accepting reqs rn so i'll answer this as a headcanon instead! thank you for enjoying cheol's version ❤❤ with that said, i'll start with jeonghan's and you can read cheol's here if you haven't already

jeonghan: would immediately call you while fuming, his jaw set and he badly wants to scream when you pick up but his worry overruns his anger so he exhales a deep breath and demands you to tell him whatever the fuck happened <//3

shua: is too worried to be angry, calls your manager, your family, and everyone who might know what happened bc you're not picking up his calls. asks if he can come over and brings a whole catering w him when he does

jun: will be very annoyed, if anything, bc he's been telling you to rest and he lowkey wants to ignore you when you apologize, but gives in and says he'll be at your door as soon as his schedule is finished; promises you a series of naggings that you will never hear the end of

hoshi: is eerily quiet when he gets to your place, which makes you feel even worse bc you know he's only quiet when he's on his edge, about to burst and barely able to keep it together. he'll take care of you in silence, asks quietly if you need anything, but will still hug you to sleep at the end of the night

wonwoo: texts your manager first to make sure what really happened and how it came to be. he wants to have all the info before he scolds you even though he got the gist of it already. after making sure (with your manager, not you lol) that it's okay for him to visit, he appears at your place unannounced, wraps you in your blanket, and refuses to let you move from your bed

jihoon: looks at you, deadpanned, with eyes that scream "i told you so" as you return his look with a sheepish one. he's not sure what good would scolding you right now be, and he doesn't want you to listen to him being annoyed when you're sick. so he holds it in and takes care of you without asking, making a mental note to himself to talk to you about it once you've recovered.

seokmin: is upset about the whole situation and the fact that he has to find out through the internet. like jun, he kinda wants to ignore you, but he compensates by taking care of you while complaining about the fact that you're not taking care of yourself under his breath. he'd be somewhat less upset had you told him you're not feeling well, so he makes you promise that you're not gonna hide your condition from him again

mingyu: unexpectedly would be calm, i feel like; kinda sees it coming, too. he's told you not once, not twice, but thrice that he's worried and you're gonna be burnt out if you don't pace yourself. so it's you apologizing to him once he calls you before he even says anything, he'd just sigh and sends you food and vitamins because he can't visit you immediately.

minghao: would actually ignore you loool only because it's a topic that he's brought up many times but you chose to ignore. so it's him ignoring you in return even though, like hoshi, he still takes care of you silently. he doesn't really talk though; doesn't ask anything, either. he hands you what you need an it's only when you hug him from the back and apologizes sadly that his wall dissolves.

hansol: annoyed but doesn't show it; he asks about your condition, wants to make sure what went wrong, asks about what the doctor said and everything in between before he asks how you're feeling. he sounds like a dad reprimanding their child, voice laced with worry but felt the need to scold you nevertheless.

seungkwan: arrives at your door with hoards of fruits and vitamins. he demands you tell him why you didn't tell him first that you're not feeling well, why you're not taking care of yourself, and what makes you think you're some superhero that doesn't need rest. and when you tell him you don't need him doing this right now, he asks what would you do if it was him in your exact same position so you'd understand why he's upset.

chan: would call you and asks how you're feeling, tries to hide the fact that he's upset even though you can tell at once from his voice. he sighs when you apologize, then reminds you that it's yourself you need to be sorry for because you're not taking care of it properly <//3

A/N: once again apologizing bc i realize i'm the Weakest when it comes to headcanon <///3 hopefully you enjoy this anyway <3

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[jeonstellate]

timestamp: inverse

it’s 6:36 am when you let wonwoo go.

๑彡 jeon wonwoo x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 royal!au, greek mythology-inspired!au — depictions of physical violence — angst

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.8K words

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๑彡 whenever my muse shifts to darker angst, i usually avoid writing anything for idols. (opting to write for superheroes instead.) but, uh . . . i haven't posted for kpop for like 3 months, so . . .

๑彡 i'm not entirely satisfied with this, but i hope you guys still find it satisfying enough anw :]

In another life, you and Wonwoo would be a successful case of the enemies-to-lovers trope. The one where ‘leave me alone’ eventually turned into ‘never leave me.’ The one where ‘you against me’ eventually turned into ‘you and I against the world.’

In another life, you and Wonwoo would be your own Hades and Persephone. A child of the dark and of the light. A child of the moon and the sun. Complete opposites, but in love nevertheless.

In another life, you and Wonwoo would be cuddling as you read your respective books. Unbothered by the world that existed outside your shared home. Satisfied that your love was strong enough to triumph over the eons long divide between your people.

In another life, you and Wonwoo would be living without fear of being forced apart.

But, alas, not in this life.

In this life, you and Wonwoo were still a case of the enemies-to-lovers trope. The one where ‘I can’t stand you’s eventually turned into ‘I love you’s. The one where ‘my immortal enemy’ eventually turned into ‘my eternal companion.’

In this life, you and Wonwoo were still your own Hades and Persephone. A child of the underworld and of the sky. A child of hell and of heaven. Complete opposites, but in love just the same.

Except—

In this life, you and Wonwoo weren’t enough to overcome the eons long divide between your people.

In this life, you and Wonwoo were left with no choice but to hide in a remote corner of his people’s realm. Just to have a chance to love each other in peace.

In this life, you and Wonwoo lived with fear of being forced apart.

And then you were.

"Wonwoo!" You screamed his name when men of your realm drove a punch right onto his gut, making him double over in pain. You stepped toward him, but was immediately caged by two others. "Unhand me! Now!"

"Your Highness," one of the men that trapped you with his arm addressed you. Try as you might, no amount of trashing around shook your guards away, "we were ordered to take you back by any means necessary — including hurting you."

Neither of you knew how they found your hideaway, as you had been thorough with your undercover, but they did. And they decided to storm inside without any warning.

Neither of you knew what their game plan was, but it was easy to guess how they plotted their so-called rescue mission. They wanted to restrain each of you and keep you separated until they could drag you away.

"Don’t hurt them," Wonwoo pleaded as blood dripped from his mouth. "I swear to Thanatos, if you hurt [First name]—"

Another punch landed on him, effectively cutting the rest of his sentence. "You aren’t worthy to have their name grace your filthy mouth, Prince."

"Stop!" Your voice held a strong authority in it, yet also desperate. "Leave him alone!"

You looked at Wonwoo. You took in his bloodied appearance: his busted lip, the black eye threatening to form, the cut on his cheek.

He looked nothing like the boy that constantly got under your skin. Nor the man you love with your whole heart.

All because you didn’t love him enough to let him go.

Wonwoo’s expression changed the same time yours did. As if he could read what your mind just decided on. "No. [First name]. Don’t—"

You looked away from him. As you wouldn’t be able to build your resolve strong enough otherwise. "Release him and—"

"Look at me, [First name]." Wonwoo demanded, his voice pleading. He knew you were avoiding his gaze for a reason. "Look at me!"

"—and I’ll come back with you," you finished. Your voice broke by the end, which you thought lessened your credibility. Thus, to make up for it, you repeated your demand with more conviction. "Let him live and I’ll return with you. I swear on the River Styx."

No one expected you to make an unbreakable oath. Not the deities curious enough to watch everything unfold. Not the men your father sent to retrieve you. And certainly not Wonwoo.

Thunder rumbled outside, notifying you and everyone else that your oath had been sealed.

In another life, you would swear the opposite. You would swear to never leave; to never be apart from Wonwoo.

In another life, you would tie your lifeline with his. So neither of you would need to live without the other.

In another life, you wouldn’t need to concern yourself with looking at the man you love one last time. Because there would never be such.

It was only then did you look back at Wonwoo. No one was holding him anymore, but he stayed kneeled on the ground, as if he couldn’t command his legs move. His eyes were wide, disbelieved.

What did you do?

In this life, you swore to leave Wonwoo. You swore off your own happiness. You swore off your own freedom — your own life. All because you thought that was the least you could do, after you selfishly returned his affections and ruined his life.

In this life, you swore to let him go, in exchange for Wonwoo’s second chance at life. A life without you in it.

I’m sorry. I love you.

#jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #jeon wonwoo imagines #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo oneshots #wonwoo oneshots #seventeen oneshots #royal!au #greek mythology!au #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen

[dalkyeom]

(part 2) of my spiderman!vernon thoughts ft. his friends.

2/3 of BooSeokSoon adopts Vernon as an honorary member of the radio gang since he and Seungkwan come as a package deal at this point

Vernon feels kind of bad just being a member in name so he’s listed as a photographer together with Wonwoo

Unfortunately, his pictures always come out blurry. He’s not exactly fit for this role but they keep it as keepsakes. Seokmin decorates their prompt board with the pictures.

The only pictures he takes that are of decent quality are those that feature Dokyeom the pigeon

He got his first suit upgrade indirectly through Seokmin. The latter being part of the theatre org.

They kind of plan their halloween outfits in advance and that set off the lightbulb in his brain. Vernon’s known as kind of a nerd, so claiming a superhero costume wasn’t unexpected. (Cheol helped him with the electrical parts; Joshua and Jihoon helped with assembling the cool parts bc of their cosplay experience)

Sobs bc BSS ft. Vernon and Wonu halloween cosplays

Vernon made 2 costumes btw! He dressed up as a jaeger pilot for halloween.

They can’t hang out at the radio booth all the time so their 2nd hang out base are the dorms (and eventually the apartment)

That’s how they meet Lee Chan, Seungkwan’s dorm mate. He’s the unfortunate victim to his midnight theories of who and what Spiderman is.

He’s very observant though. Most likely the first one to put two and two together and uncovers Vernon secret to being the masked spider slinger.

#chia.diary #.svt #spiderman au #hmm shall think on how to integrate the other members to this web of friendships lol #imagining Dino in his pjs listening to Seungkwan go on a mad rant #like he sees the red string and very blurry 140p pics of spoods on the wall #oms thinking abt when vernon slowly opens up to them and radio gang staying up to patch him up #seokmin heating up the pizza while boochan dress up his wounds #soonyoung phoning 95z to let them know they’re having vernon stay the night #bc they spent too much time gaming (even tho it’s a lie) #shua: this is your 3rd sleepover this week??? #hoshi: 😩😩😩 smash bros got too intense #but also if 95z are also superheroes 🤔🤔🤔

[haechanhues]

https://uquiz.com/quiz/wnuM69?p=3098061

I took this quiz and it’s scarily accurate.... in a way that I’m kind of scared for my life. was i made in the lap

wonwoo

you're a nerd. if i were to guess, i'd peg you for freaking out over classic nerdy shit like star wars or superheroes, OR, you are really into film development and film analysis. if it's not either of those things... i'm going to blame it on you being difficult to read. you're definitely quiet, and tend to have a stoic energy to you. there's a good chance you've been described as "intimidating" even though you know you're a bit awkward and clumsy. you've probably been "adopted by an extrovert" and you have comedically opposite dynamics. but, you make it work. you're so easy-going that people are very comfortable around you once they get to know you. sure, your resting bitch face may be a deterrent, but i'd bet you probably have bad eyesight, too. you probably loved reading as a kid, but you read so much that now you can barely sit through a single page. not a good look for your scholarly/nerdy image.

#i got wonwoo #nerdy yep #LOVE film analysis #not even just film - anything #quiet? yes #stoic energy - fucking ayyye #you have no fucking idea how weird it is when someone says 'i'm intimidating' #adopted by an extrovert gang yes #easy going yep #loved reading as a kid #shit eyesight #i stopped reading for awhile too but like i got into it again #kpop uquiz #seventeen uquiz

[thetypingpup]

WIP Tag Game

Now Jackie (@mint-yooxgi) I have way too many WIPs for this shit (seriously tho thank you for the tag I appreciate you 💖)

Game: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have wips.

I'm gonna sort them by the date they were last updated bc that makes the most sense to me. The parenthesis means the title is just a placeholder. 

*cracks knuckles* ok here we go

2019:

Storm Clouds- mythology!au exo fic

Watch and Learn- professor!ailee x student!chungha x student!reader

(tutor!wonwoo x reader)

(masquerade!wonwoo x reader)

(Loopholes)- phantom of the opera!seokmin x opera singer!reader

(demon!seungcheol x fallen angel!reader)

2020:

(wine concept)- i think this is minghao x reader but these notes are so scrambled idek 😭

Waxing Poetic- professor!seokmin x student!reader

A Taboo Rendezvous- professor!wonwoo x student!reader

Hit My Phone- reader x seungcheol

Impact- dom!joshua x reader

Agent of Darkness- inbucus!taemin x fallen angel!reader

2021:

(alraune!ailee x reader)

Façade- murder mystery svt fic with detective writer!minghao

Hint of Green- siren!baekhyun x reader (probably gonna change that)

(johnny x reader oneshot)

(catwoman!kai) - why is this still here??

2022:

(Taste of You parts 2 and 3 rework)- incubus!yuta (and eventually demon!xiaojun)

Fire and Sun Au- lots of assorted drafts here

(Haechan party fwb fic with ouid)

(fox!reader x bunny!jaemin)

(beagle!reader x fox!renjun)

(superhero!you x yan!scientist!yuta)

Green Means Go- free use fic. no one specific yet

damn a lot of this is from when i still wrote for svt 🤧. anyway that’s way too many wips to tag someone for every single one, so i’m tagging @ncteez @pusoatbuwan @mrkis and @hall0ween-twn

#please ask about some of these i would love to talk about them #tag game #wip tag

[miraclewoozi]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE, BB! i’m here to submit a smut request for soonyoung + “i’ll be good, i promise,” especially if he’s the one who says it 😵‍💫

no pressure! thank you for opening this up to us 💕

BEST BEHAVIOUR. -k.sy

500 follower party <3 ( accepting until 14th March ! )

pair : soonyoung x fem!reader.  prompt : ‘ i’ll be good, i promise. ’ SMUT. MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT. wc : 1.1k! heads up / smut tags : swearing. desperate sub!hoshi. reader’s a little mean but it’s with love. thigh riding. wrist binding (m rec). handjob (m rec.). touch denial. notes : jade. i love u. thank u for sending this, pls know that i feel *so* insane over this prompt + hoshi that i have thought about it pretty much every single day.<3 ( also sry this is barely proofread ;-; )

Soonyoung’s abs ripple underneath your palm as you sit astride one of his thighs, using his sturdy frame for leverage. Your fingers curl down against his skin, both pinning him to the mattress and succeeding to help relieve some of the pressure building up inside you; you’ve been rolling your hips down and dragging your cloth-covered core against his muscles for the better part of twenty minutes now, and you have to admit… This is starting to feel like just as much of a punishment for you as it is one for him.

But then, you look up at him. At his face, first, and how his bottom lip is pinched so harshly between his teeth that it must be painful, eyes squeezed tightly shut enough that his skin creases at both the inner and outer corners. With his cheeks flushed, nose scrunched, the veins down the side of his neck bulging, sweat beading on the column of his hickey-covered throat... he’s wrecked, but at the same time, he looks so fucking pretty. Almost pretty enough to convince you to stop the games and let him rail you both into next week.

Almost… but not quite.

After selfishly letting yourself admire him a little too long, your gaze comes to land at his wrists. They’re not only tied together: they’re bound to your headboard, secured with a length of satin (a makeshift restraint, borrowed from the belt of your dressing robe) and depriving him of the one thing he’s been craving since he saw you step out into the living room in your pretty little getup for Wonwoo’s superhero costume party.

To touch you.

To be the reason you make all these sweet little noises. To grip at your soft skin and feel every inch of you as he loses his mind in everything you have to offer.

You knew what you were doing when you bought that Catwoman outfit online, but his reaction was far better than you could have possibly hoped for. He sprung a hard-on within seconds of setting his eyes on you and tried to convince you to let him fuck you before you left the house, but with a roll of your eyes, you told him to be patient and wait until you got home. For about half an hour, you thought he was going to obey that order, too.

But as the evening wore on, your pretty little boyfriend found it more and more difficult to keep his hands off you, stealing sneaky little gropes and pressing himself against you every chance he got. And that’s why you won’t let him touch you, now. That’s why he has to suffer knowing that you’re getting yourself off on him, and not thanks to him. Not because of him. Not with him. 

The more your heady arousal soaks the air around you both, the less control he feels like he has. As well behaved as he’s tried to be since you got home and sternly told him to strip, you just know it’s not going to take much more of this before he starts to crumble.

True enough, barely a minute later…

“Please – untie me,” he begs, the crown of his head still pressing hard into your pillows. “I’ll– I’ll be good, I promise.”

Soonyoung almost never looks you in the eyes when he gets like this. Now and again, he’ll glance at you, but it’s always at your lips or your tits or your hands, if you’re using them to punish him in some way. Tonight, he chooses to stare at the insides of his eyelids. And it’s not because he’s too shy, or he thinks he’s above being polite. He can be very well mannered, if you tell him to be. 

Rather, it’s because he knows you’re going to say no.

Sometimes, except he’ll never disclose this fact out loud, it feels so good to be denied that if he looks at your face as you say it? It’s all over for him.

Even though it agonises you to do so, you lift yourself off him and break all contact, hovering over the slick mess you’ve made, staring down at him. He tries to buck upwards. Tries to slot his thigh back between your legs, just to feel the heat radiating off your pussy again: even if it’s not wrapped around his dick, it’s so much better than being completely neglected that he’s probably willing to let you do this to exhaustion if it means you don’t fucking stop.

“And why…” you begin, sighing, trailing your fingertip down the soft hairs below his navel and pausing just above where he wants you. “...would I believe you now?”

He whimpers at the gentle drag of your nail, dropping his hips back down onto the bed sheets.

“Because–” he starts. You travel even lower and for the first time tonight, you touch his length: from the base, you trace the thick, throbbing vein that travels up the underside of his leaking cock and he shudders, hands balling into fists above his head. “Because – I promise this time. I promise. I promise, I promise–”

When your fingers wrap fully around his shaft, Soonyoung lets out a choked little sound that interrupts his stream of begging. You grin at him, squeezing your fist, and finally now, he looks at you. His eyes continue to beseech what his mouth no longer can. 

But you shake your head at him, not dropping your wicked smile. You drop your weight back down onto his thigh and continue to grind yourself down against him, at the same time now stroking his dick languidly. Nowhere near fast or firmly enough to get him off: you’re sure if anything, he probably wishes you weren’t. It’s harrowingly slow. Painfully light. You watch precum continue to bead at his tip and dribble down onto your fingers as he falls back against the pillow, turning his head to try and conceal his desperation in his arm.

“When I think you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll untie you,” you promise, flicking your wrist near the head of his cock and hearing him groan into his own skin. “Until then… be really, really good for me. Okay?”

#💌 - mailbox. #jade 🔮 #mw500party! #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #kpop smut #j writes. #HOPE U LIKE THIS I AM KISSING UR HEAD AND I LOVE U A LOT GOODBYE <3333 #*

[dropsofletters]

getaway man [jww]

summary: blended into crime-filled nights, only to hide behind an office desk, no one knows what hides behind the mystery of jeon wonwoo, but maybe, someone from his past will be able to devise that there is more to him—this certain kind of love for justice that can only be compared to that of magic.

and it exists within him.

title: getaway man pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader genre: superhero!au; superman-esque!au ; spiderman-esque!au ; journalist!au ; early 2000’s!au ; brief 1990’s!au type: fluff ; angst ; drama ; crime ; noir ; humor if you squint word count: 12,850 warning: there are a few mentions of death and whatnot, just for the sake of the plot.  note: this is a kofi request. 

She wants the truth out as much as she desires to get out of this moving getaway car.

Lonesome strikes of moonlight fall on top of the sleek black car, washed over and over again just one day prior to this night, because her coworker is just like that. Perfect. Organized. With no spot for wandering, insecurities or guilt. Angels don’t hide in names like Aeri Song, building profit and success off words that mingle with lies. But, they’re heads of the world, natural leaders, the one driving the car that feels like it’s going a little too fast in the awfully rainy night.

Tugging at the collar of her nude turtleneck, she tries to concentrate on something else. The warmth of her boots, the heater and its wonders on making her hair feel a little bit too humid. The people rushing from side to side to get to their homes in a city that has looked abandoned for years. No one can save the pollution, the density of the heat even when it rains, the crimes that take up most of the newspapers in the entire city. And those who don’t cover those crimes are awful liars.

“I don’t think this is right.”

The boss of the boss, that’s not who Aeri Song is, but she’s important for The Noir Secret. Their magazine that has been selling less and less with the passage of time. Come to think of it, people care less about billionaires and their discoveries in the early 2000’s. Everything is so new, yet so unimportant—the world is starting to feel like it may end soon, coming with new technology and more things to worry about. The conventionality of disaster has tainted this generation thanks to the wrongdoings of those in the past.

Aeri is a contribution, rolling the plastic of the granola bar she had just eaten in between her palms before swiftly opening the window and throwing it to the street. “Well, we’re not journalists to wonder what’s right or what’s wrong. We’re here to write and make money. Much like writers, but with less words and more media.” Pushing her curled short, shoulder-length hair off her shoulders, Aeri licks her plump reddened lips, a bombshell in comparison to a lot of people around this town, before sighing. “Your idea is not bad, but it’s not profitable. If we wanted media suicide, we would write about the city’s contaminated waters and how the government fails to clean the streets, stop companies from throwing their waste into the waters before feeding them to us but…” Aeri shrugs her shoulders, looking over to her side and driving with just one hand. “We all have a pot and a stove at home, sweetheart. Heat it before you drink it, and that’s about it. Goodbye Salmonella, hello bigger paycheck.”

A seven-month long investigation had led her to discover just how poorly treated was nature around town. The lakes were overflowing with garbage, from plastics to bags, to anything in between. The streets were dustier than ever, resulting—in what accorded to her visits to public hospitals—in a higher rise of allergies, asthma cases in children and the develop of pneumonia. That, along with the fact that she has cameras filled with pictures of how dense and unclear the water the town drinks is, had led her to believe The Noir Secret would be up for a bang.

To blame politicians, make them shake in their perfectly wiped shoes and finally do something instead of eating with silver spoons.

“You’re not thinking about the bigger picture.” She utters, scratching her earlobe just as her other hand snugly wraps around the seatbelt. This ride home is going a little bit too fast. “Children are dying because of this. Everything they have done. What would you think if it was your family? It’s 2003. If we let this go on, we won’t live up to twenty more years—”

“My family is somewhere in Europe right now. Lost communication with them and I really wouldn’t mind it if my dad got one of those…things that you claim are happening.” Aeri answers, turning on a corner when she scoffs. “Stop printing out articles and putting them on my desk. It won’t happen. I don’t want a knife to my neck and your pretty words to go to waste on something we won’t be able to change.”

“This will kill us, as a population, in the long run—”

Aeri quirks a defined, slim brow. “So, work your ass off so you can get a house underground and run when a nuclear explosion happens.” The chuckle that leaves her lips is somewhat deep, utterly terrifying, much more when a light suddenly casts down on them, harsh and blinding, coming straight from Aeri’s side of the car. “What—?”

Some moments just go by a little too soon, enough to have her asking questions only when she feels the collision against the car. Aeri’s face rakes peace when the car comes hauling directly at them, and it’s such a paradoxical little thing. How her body shakes in place, eyes closed as she feels the car moving without Aeri turning the steering wheel or stepping on the pedal. She doesn’t hear shouts, but the brakes of the car. Pondering if Aeri had stopped the car, if a drunk driver was coming directly at them, if the world was blaming them for shutting their lips and gave them a taste of their own medicine.

Her head pounds by the time her eyes close again, and the first thing she gets to do is what she has been taught from the moment she was born. Wailing, with her heart beating in rapid motions, her hands coming forward to grasp the windows, cracking noises coming when her fingers wrap around the tainted material.

“A—Aeri…” She gasps out the name, trying to numb the pain with the comfort of knowing someone is there with her. Nonetheless, her eyes close again. Aeri is not in her position in the driver’s seat, a big hole in the window in front of the car letting know more than what she ever bargained for. “F…Fuck…”

Though, steps lighten her senses, a soft whine leaving her lips when she tries to extend her body away from the crashed car. Her chest hurts, but at least she can move. Enough for her to be halfway out of the window, with the shards poking holes through her shirt when she hears it.

Two gunshots not too far away. Blasting their light onto her face.

That’s one thing; one of the first actions we learn is crying, walking, grasping and running. The fourth one comes as a defense mechanism, and when she hears such noise, all she can think about is that she’s next. Not caring about the bruises that leave the shards on her skin, bruising her bottom lip in between her teeth, she gets away from the car, plopping down on the flooring when she sees it.

Not it, but her.

Slim hips fill dressy black pants, strands of professionally cut blonde hair covering the woman’s straight and protruding shoulders. When she turns around, the shotgun rests in directly in between her fingers, though she has a hard time making out the figure on the floor. Laying in between the shadows, she could have stayed perfectly still as the woman neared her, or she could find another route, like the almost-forgotten forest, smelling of burnt wood and iron.

Her hands bring her up from the floor when she hears a gunshot thrown her way, evaded by her defense mechanism, running until her lungs give out as tears stream down her face, walking through the forest in the desperate need of staying alive, but the memories come rushing back to her.

What had happened to Aeri Song?

###

One second can feel like a lifetime; the moment the doors close, as he’s one step away. The days his magazine decides to put his articles on the first few pages, only to realize they are down-casted by a picture. Underappreciated, quite like time for him, as he rushes with his office clothes barely hanging over the ridiculous clothing one of his friends had designed for him.

Inhuman strength and speed never solved his issues; the shyness that paralyzes him, the fear of not being enough—things of Jeon Wonwoo, whom he really is, but can’t let appear in moments as much. In those seconds when the world he deemed as helpless needs a glimmer of hope. The train doors close right behind him, speeding through the empty train station to get there on time at eleven at night.

He failed his mission.

It didn’t happen like in the comic books his best friend, and reading enthusiast, Diane said. Wonwoo didn’t fall into chemicals, didn’t have a grand moment of solitude where his powers decided to make an appearance. Throughout his life, he saw the same glimmering lights of the train, barely holding on, as the world around him destroyed itself and the people he cared about. And he did what he always could, what would be expected out of someone like him.

Fixing his glasses, turning a blind eye, and expecting for the ceiling to fall down on him. Blame the entirety of humanity, because he isn’t special.

One hand lifts the edge of the plaid jacket on his shoulder, curling onto himself when his eyes close. The train is empty, swinging softly with every rushed step it takes. He’s tired of running, but it’s what he is meant to do. What he aimed to reach when he realized just kind of powers that he had over him, only wishing to make a change.

Late, he had been. The lifeless corpse of a woman inside a car left the trail of what he had followed after but could not reach.

Wonwoo gives a step forward, sitting down on one of the seats with aching legs and a peak of the tight suit under his clothing reflecting on the window in front of him. There, just as he fixes the collar of his shirt and turns himself back into his normal persona, he sees her. Trembling, with her knees up her chest and her chin digging deep into the crevice in her bones, absolutely hopeless.

Faces that merge into memories of when the world was easier for Wonwoo—when every rationality that came from his being, was just a mere shrug of his shoulders. Five or four years younger, sporting a backpack over his shoulder and a smile on his face, with bigger glasses and better vision, and the need to be human. No one expected him to be perfect, to save the day, to be there.

She was in his journalism major, somewhere within the campus living like most didn’t. Stuck in thesis, in projects, trying to reach for more, to be the perfection he always missed to be. Wonwoo relished on blending into the background, while she ached to have a voice, to speak louder than the rest and be heard for those like him. Those who would have preferred to keep silent than to make noise, even if it costed them their freedom.

Fickle is the woman who should have been a hero instead of him, ripping cries out of her mouth, with her hair done a mess as it falls on her shoulders. He sees half of her face, reminiscent of the nights in which he’d sit on the library across from her, gorgeous coincidences that became less and less apparent in his life.

Scraped arms and the wound on her forehead that bleeds like a madman have him standing up, not because he deems himself a good hero. Not because he could have the power to heal all wounds, but because there is something over everything else that he is that makes him valuable as a person.

“You alright?”

Empathy, in the form of a man holding onto the train for dear life, doesn’t reach her in the most humane of touches. Almost as if she had forgotten there was carefulness in this world. She kneels even more, covering her body when her gaze lifts up; those irises of strength that have him lifting his own eyebrows. For, he’s not sure what happened to her.

A smile plays on her features, strong as strong can be, and he would almost envy her if he didn’t despise the power that was pushed upon him. “Alright is a word I can define perfectly well, but don’t know if it would fit me at this moment.” She whispers out, a sigh following her statement before she straightens her back, her hold on her limbs softening when her eyes switch to recognition. “Jeon Wonwoo?”

He hasn’t heard that name in a while. Not in that tone of absolute nostalgia. These days, people are more interested in the man in a tight black bodysuit, who climbs on buildings and rushes through ceilings to save the day. Super, until he isn’t.

“That would be me.” He says, quirking a finger towards her and asking for her name. Wonwoo knows it, but it’s never too late to try to be casual, right? “Not the first thing I thought I would ask you once we met again, but is that a bruise on your head?”

Her fingers reach for her forehead, patting the spot where it hurts the most, bathed in blood when a trembling grin appears on her features. “Hadn’t realized.”

“Strong as ever, I see.”

He takes a fabric from the depths of his jacket’s pocket, one he keeps there just in case, before giving it to her. In the matter of seconds, she’s patting it against her skin, a scoff leaving her lips. “You haven’t met a lot of people if you think I’m strong, Wonwoo.”

If only she knew. Wonwoo runs his fingers through his dense black hair, once pushed back to utter perfection but now falling on his forehead, a little bit longer than what he had in university.

“I’ve met plenty, but when thinking of strong-willed, I happen to remember a girl in the UNI’s library thinking she was going to change the world.”

Those words make her drop the smile on her face, settling the bloodied tissue down on her thigh when she says: “The world was a little too big for my hands.” The hopelessness of her tone has Wonwoo stopping, staring into her face in the hunt for something that could have broken her—that determination that had once taken over her.

“What happened to you?” He questions, only to have her shrugging.

“Was at the wrong place at the wrong time.” She whispers, licking her dry lips in the process, as if stopping a cry from appearing to join the tears that are now drying on her face. “That translates into nothing, I imagine.”

“It’s not nothing if you’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing if no one saw me.” Upon the opening of the train doors with a swish of invitation, she stands up. Much too close are their chests, where each heave from her sends a dagger through his heart, in the empathy of meeting a face that had once given so much to this world. Promised more than it deserved, really. “It was nice seeing you, Wonwoo. Maybe, in another time, I would have sat down to have late-night dinner with you.”

That, to her, is a goodbye. To Wonwoo, it’s a question mark—and more than strength, he likes challenges. A good question to answer in a puzzle that he wants to resolve. Which is why his elegant, yet worn-out brown office shoes tap against the flooring as he rushes after her, calling out her name even when this isn’t his stop.

“W—Wait up.”

“Sorry, Wonwoo. I have to get myself cleaned up and I don’t really have the time for chatter.”

“I—It doesn’t have to be now!” He exclaims, just as he stops at the entrance of the train station. That makes her stop, her back turned to him as her hands remain balled in fists. As if ready to fight what had once been taken away from her. Her brawn. “If you ever need to talk, I happen to be an excellent listener. And not much of a talker, either.”

He swears he sees her shoulders shaking in laughter, looking over her shoulder in a matter that would have taken his breath away had she not been utterly destroyed. Her beauty had always been elegant, quite the sight to look at, the kind of book people passed by but he somehow wanted to pick up in the classics section.

“What are you offering?”

He rummages through his pocket, finding his bent, used introduction card before sighing. “Well, my number and some coffee, if you fancy that. A friend to talk to, if you’re willing to.” Wonwoo extends his hand, warmth spreading on his digits when he places the card on her fingertips. It may have gone up to his ears, too.

“I’ll think about it.” The words barely come out of her mouth, paired with a stifled grin from her own before she’s turning around and leaving again. A memory of easier and better times, too.

With the doors closed and another train to take, Wonwoo leans that he hadn’t saved the world that night, but he had saved someone’s hour from turning ever more horrid.

###

Tall, sturdy buildings and unstoppable lives. Days after her accident, with aching limbs yet a racing mind, no one seemed to think twice about her presence. She was just another article-writer in a newspaper that needed to get her job right, not a person to be heard when she slipped inside her gray cubicle, with a skirt a little too tight and a button down that felt constricting. Unlike herself, her fingers hover the keyboard and what does she get?

Absolutely nothing.

“Fuck.” Cursing, she tosses her head forward, leaning her forehead against the cream white of the computer screen before sighing deeply. She needs to write the news, but what roams her head is how ignorant people seem to be about Aeri’s death. A funeral and some words later, and no one ever asked her what happened. Another name ticked off the list, for no apparent reason.

Blonde strands of hair and the steps following after her had given her the hindsight of what she needed to figure out. It wasn’t an accident, but Aeri Song was a very politically correct individual. Nothing that went out of her mouth was ever to be taken as an offense—unless it was her, of course—, but no one hated her. No enemies. No lovers. Nothing.

“Think I heard someone going through an existential crisis.” Looking up, she sees the new man in charge of Aeri’s position. Kang Hyungmin. He had done everything in his willpower to be her boss, but his lacking narrative and eye for problematic interviewees had taken him out to Aeri’s strengths. Nonetheless, he was the second-best option, and by the new suit on his body, he is feeling himself. A little bit over his forties, only a few glimmers of gray appear on his brown hair. “Where’s my article?”

From the moment they met at Aeri’s funeral, he had been eager to get her to work. She hoists herself up in her seat, coming face to face with the man in question. “Sorry, I, uh, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately…”

“I understand.” Hyungmin coos, though he leans on his elbows, face extremely close. She doesn’t know if his perfume smells good or extremely repugnant. Layer after layer combined with early morning sweat. Marvelous. “But I don’t need you to be yourself. I need you to be a journalist. Get the eyes out of people and put them back in their skulls, y’know? Some hard-hitting truth that leaves us in a good spot with investors but make us look…uh…reasonable?”

So, apparently, there is a profile for the spot. To be an absolute liar. “Listen, I will fetch something up, but I don’t need to write about Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt at this moment in time.” Swinging the printed notes that Hyungmin had given her earlier this morning in between her fingertips, she scoffs. “I’m a journalist, and I will tell my truth, just not under your terms.”

Hyungmin pulls away, crossing his arms across his chest as a mocking grin appears on his features. He blends well with the gray background of the office. “I know one true, sweet, little pea.” He swings his thumb in the air before pointing towards the entrance door. “That’s the door, and this is my column now. You either do as I say or you go through that door.”

“But—”

“I didn’t ask for opinions. I asked for truths, and I’m telling mine.” Hyungmin whispers, using the same tone as she did before turning around. “I’m sure you can fetch Brad and Jennifer’s article from Aeri’s office. She was actually a journalist and not some woman trying to have a voice so…maybe,” He stops, shrugging his shoulders. “Copy that. Couldn’t care less.”

She now regrets not swinging at him, but with clicking heels and still, trying to move in that tight skirt, Aeri’s office seems to get closer and closer, abandoned by the ever-ambitious and anti-feminist boss that wanted bigger, better and more spacious.

Her jaw tightens with each step she takes, blaring anger at everyone around her, with frowned eyebrows and mumbling lips. Opened and closed, the door welcomes her inside the office that remains intact. As though Aeri never had a family that cared about her, and now that she thinks about it, that may be the case. Skipped holidays and Decembers spent at the office, it wouldn’t surprise her if Aeri basked in solitude.

Cream and pastel, feminine over anything, the vanilla scent that overtook Aeri lingers with the last few cigarettes she smoked. Her fingertips trail over the edge of the desk, turning off the computer that no one dared touch, and she closes the curtains, shadows eating what was once alive. Though, once the darkness engulfs everything, her eyes connect to the drafts printed and laid on the desk.

She expects Brad and Jennifer. She expects to talk about the new café in town. The newest Nokia model. What she doesn’t expect is for her draft to be printed on paper.

What she had sent Aeri’s way.

DEATH VALLEY: How the government has turned our city into a trashcan, and what it has done to our children.

By Aeri Song. June 24th, 2003.

She doesn’t know if cussing a dead woman is right, but it’s what she feels like doing.

Seated on the chair that had once weighted the boss down, thus opened her wings to betray her own friends, she reads over the paper. Her months of investigation plastered in the exact same mannerisms—her tone, her voice, her will. Aeri planned to release it as her own, get the love or the hate that she needed. Attention, really, is the worst drug of humankind.

She had sent the first draft a little over a month ago, she recalls, and revises even further when she slips through her e-mail and sees it. There, copied and pasted as Aeri’s work, sent two weeks ago to a man named Changkyun.

Changkyun from The Time of Science.

That’s a magazine, as far as she’s concerned.

Were they planning to unite hands, for him to further emphasize what she had already written and prove it from a scientific viewpoint?

From: Aeri Song.

To: Changkyun Jo.

Greetings Changkyun,

You can find my newest article here. I’ve been working on it for a little bit over a year, doing research throughout town and I think you would be interested. I know you said we would be a great team together, and I can only imagine how well this would sell in the proper hands. Please, read over the first draft and may we talk about adding your viewpoint.

P.S. I hope that coffee you promised is still on the line.

Sincerely,

Aeri Song.

She recalls something, burning with anger, when she turns off the computer.

Jeon Wonwoo worked for The Time of Science. She had read some of his articles.

Her purse is the next thing she goes hunting for, breathing heavily with the printed, editorial versions of her work under Aeri’s name pressed to her chest. Once she reaches her cubicle, with the landline on one hand and her purse on the other, her fingers hook around the one number she had tried to avoid, afraid of what Wonwoo would think.

She’s not blind. She knows what Wonwoo thought of her when seeing her. The power of an ambitious woman destroyed under the devastation of the world she lived in, as if the weight of hardships had been enough to stop her. Back in her more youthful days, she would have said that was impossible, but with an article stolen and into the hands of one of Wonwoo’s colleagues, she can’t help but fear for good.

Fear the day he doesn’t pick up the call, for she needs to redeem herself. Find that north that will help others, in light of whom had been lost along the way, for Aeri Song may have been an absolute scumbag, dare she not say a complete bitch, but she had a purpose…and it was so shield her from the stardom of what was about to come. The success, the recognition and the new era of a journalism boom of truth and resilience.

If Jeon Wonwoo picks up, it may become easier.

###

The city looks even more disarranged in daylight, as he stands on top of the highest skyscraper, a man in his hand and hanging from his clothing.

“Want to tell me exactly what you were doing inside that car?”

A Honda Accord from 2003, the newest and second most relevant car of the year. So far, that is. He recognized it from the accident he was meant to stop, followed by none other than Jinyoung Lim. One of the secretaries of the aspiring senator, Mr. Lim, her brother. He had envisioned her in one of the events he attended as a journalist, creeped out by the mere egocentrism of the woman and the tick of her eye, the jut of her chin, as if looking above everyone. She wasn’t as important as her brother, but everything that he ever said was planned by her, organize by her meticulous mind and Diane smacks him on the head each time he says this, but that woman is wicked as wicked can be.

It came to no surprise that she had left a man in the car when she ran away, following after someone whom he would never recognize, with Aeri Song’s body laying halfway out of her own vehicle. The man, now whining, crying, fiddling and everything in between as Wonwoo holds him with one hand, not exactly eager to throw him down but for answers, had ran away from the moment he saw Wonwoo, not exactly in his normal attire, but in the kind that his best friend dares call spectacular.

That’s why this man, this asshole didn’t clean up after Aeri’s death.

And that’s why he hunted him down in his two-room apartment, dragged him all the way out, used his strength and rapidness to get to the skyscraper and now, he’s the ridiculous man with some spandex outfit—in midnight black, covering his face, contorting to his every worked muscle—that holds this chauffeur as a puppet.

“Man,” The youthful man says, holding onto his hand for dear life. “I swear I wasn’t there! I—Please, let go of me!”

Another screech. He may start to believe that this one is just a drop-out kindergarten student dressed like a man in his thirties. “I saw you there. You ran away when you saw me, remember?”

“I was just passing by!”

“You said you weren’t there.” Letting go of one finger does nothing to his hold, but a small smile can’t help but appear on his lips when the man in question screams even louder. Okay, so Wonwoo isn’t the bad guy…but he had been mistreated by bad guys his entire life. May as well have fun with it while looking for justice. “And now you’re passing by? Tell me the real story, Theo.”

“I—Oh God, please. I think I may pee my pants.”

Wonwoo checks down, quirking an eyebrow, unperceived by his mask. “I don’t see pee.”

“It may come out.”

“So, tell me quickly before you give a golden shower to everyone underneath you, you gross fuck.”

“I—I was…I was driving the car! I admit it. I…man, I don’t want to go to jail. My wife is about to have a baby, and I really, really want to hold him outside of jail.” He rolls around as he says this, held by Wonwoo’s strength as the man interlocks his hands around his forearm. “But it wasn’t my fault! I was…I was serving someone else.”

“Who was it?” Wonwoo asks. “You tell me, I let you go.”

“I can’t tell you!” He whines, his hat falling off his head and dropping to the ground, meter after meter, until it becomes nothing. That may scare him enough. “If I tell you, I’ll get killed.”

Resting his abdomen at the edge of the ceiling, using both hands to keep him upright, as if to give Theo some sort of hopefulness, he says through the wind. “If I drop you right now, you also die, Theo.”

“B—But you won’t!” Theo dares say, looking up at the man. “You’re the good guy,” A nervous chuckle follows after this. “They aren’t, you won’t drop me!”

“Good call, buddy.” Wonwoo says, letting go of one hand. “But there’s always a first time for everything…”

He’s lying. A pacifist, over everything, Wonwoo wouldn’t dare drop the guy…but hard times need harder solutions.

“No!”

“Tell me, then.”

“You’re awfully calm for the situation we’re in.”

“I’m not the one peeing myself.”

“Asshole!”

“If you pee out of your asshole, we may need to get you checked…”

“Jinyoung Lim! That bitch paid me a whole fucking lot to kill the two journalists! Come on, just let me go!”

“Pull you up or let you go?”

“Man, now we’re talking linguistics?!”

His second job can be fun sometimes.

As much as it can be devastating, he realizes when pulling Theo up, seeing the man go down the set of stairs like a madman with tears running down his eyes. Serves him right, and if he hears him speak about him, he may have to give him another visit. Though, just as he’s about to jump to another roof, with the wind burning at his lungs and his mind rushing, a question comes to mind.

Two journalists in a car. One of them was Aeri Song, part of The Noir Secret, and he can’t help but think of the beaten-up ex-classmate he met up with in the train. Too close, far too close for it to be a coincidence, but she had always been an electable member of the journalism society. Why would they go after them…after her?

Coincidences do happen, or maybe it’s called destiny, because when he gives two steps back to have an initiative rush for the jump from one roof to the other, his Nokia rings.

The secret to this is hiding it on his ankle. Diane’s advice.

“Hello?”

“Wonwoo?” The sound of her voice has him stopping, like whiplash, looking around in that damned mask before breathing out her name.

“…I didn’t think you’d call.” He breathes out, crossing one arm under his bent elbow before he hears her chuckle. Not heartedly like she did when she was in university, but trembling, almost scared.

“I didn’t think I would, either.” She confesses, only to have her sighing soon after. “I know something bad, Wonwoo…and I don’t know who else to say, but someone you know has to deal with it. And I need help.”

She never needed help, and that’s something he granted to her. The way she always made it seem like she’d find all the answers in everything that was ever put in her way. This time around, he feels the connection…the absolute need to help her, for he feels like the most untainted of journalists, perhaps not a friend but dear in a way, would have something happening to her.

“Coffee sounds nice to you?”

“I despise it.” She breathes out, a spat-out tone making a smile appear on his face. “…But you like it, don’t you?”

“Live for it.” Wonwoo conquers. “…Maybe, I could order you some tea.”

“I’m fine with water.”

“You’re fine with blandness, then.”

“Welcome to the new world we live in, Wonwoo. Everything is bland.”

“Thanks, eager to go into the next era.” A moment of silence completes them, only to have Wonwoo sighing. “Meet you at the ‘Steamin’ Latte’?”

“Sounds good for me.”

…If only she knew his way of arriving was by jumping through rooftops.

###

Voice monotone, mind conserved, she had never been the kind to scream out loud. There, as the city gets filled with cigarette smokers, car sporters, ambitious daydreamers with big cups of coffee that they leave splayed on the sidewalk, she feels like shouting. Perhaps, it’s the imminent fear of death and its flying egocentrism, or it’s something else. It’s the fact that she has never stopped being heard, and now, secrets gather at the roof of her mouth.

The Steamin’ Latte is not too far away from her office, perhaps two blocks away, with eccentric entrance doors in bright pink and brown walls to be alike of that kind of coffee. People chatter outside, clear in their misery, the stress that embargoes those who need to be better each day. And she would have joined them, had it not been for the sound of something—if we’re being rational here, a cat—bumping through the trash-bags in the alley at the left of the café.

She can already feel the allergies creeping up, but curiousness is something a journalist always has. The only thing she has to do is move one of those bags to the side with the sole of her shoe and then, that cat is liberated from its confines.

Though, just as she slips inside, she sees that it’s not the trash-bags exactly that had been stepped on. Someone is behind the trashcan, doing God-knows-what, strands of black hair peaking out like slices of night.

“Hey!” She says out loud, aware of how common crime is in this city. “Get out of there!”

Braveness comes to her and fits her like a ring, but it doesn’t exactly stay when she hears a very familiar voice. “A—Ah, give me a minute!” Then, she hears another smack against the iron of the trashcan, a wince coming from Wonwoo’s lips.

She gives one step forward. “Wonwoo?” A hum comes from him. “What are you doing there?”

“Ah, um…” A zipper closing can be heard. “My phone fell around here. I was looking for it.”

“Let me help you!”

“No need!” Wonwoo stands up at that moment, as per usual, the collar of his shirt is done a mess, but his slim features highlight by the smile on his features. Elongated nose, slim lips and of course, the glasses that he puts on once he connects his gaze with hers. “I—I…uh…give me a second?”

She crosses her arms across her chest, leaning in the nearest wall. “Are we playing a game of hide and seek?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Then?”

He waves his phone in the air. “Was looking for my phone.” Though, just as he’s slipping away from the trashcan, a blush rakes over his cheeks, tinting them crimson red. “Uh…I thought you’d get here after me.”

“This café is close to my workplace. I sneaked out just to come here.” Confession after confession, she quirks an eyebrow at him. “How did your phone get there?”

“You only ask the good questions, don’t you?” Wonwoo fixes the collar of his button down, slipped inside his pants messily, with the occasional dark blazer fitting his wide shoulders and yet, covering them from daylight.

With one hand on her waist, she chuckles. “I happen to be a good journalist.” Though, her journalist ways had been the cause of Aeri’s death. Betrayal masked by guilt, a cocktail of feelings she doesn’t dare decipher now. “So?”

“Slipped out my hold, that was all.”

“And you walk through an alleyway full of trash?”

“I never said I took good decisions.”

“Can notice it now.” Waving her finger towards the side, she says: “You owe me something to accompany my cup of water, so we better get inside before they finish those lemon cookies I like.”

Wonwoo extends one of his veiny hands. For someone who speaks about science in a magazine, hiding behind specs and a computer, he surely does work out. “Lead the way.” It takes her those words to look away from his hands. God, she had never looked at Wonwoo from up close.

Was he always good looking?

“Are they good?” He asks.

Step after step, she tries to recall what they were talking about, hands fisted deep in the pockets of her blazer. “What?”

“The cookies.”

She tilts her head to the side, her mind vacant until it clicks on her just as Wonwoo opens the door of the café for her, the air conditioner doing wonders to frighten her heated skin. Delightful, really. “Oh, amazing.” She says. “They melt in your mouth with each bite you take, but they’re not gooey in any way. Just the perfect acid taste with a sprinkle of sweetness. Similar to pie, but not quite there.”

Wonwoo runs his fingers through his unkempt hair, somehow never in place when she sees him, but each time she had captured a glimpse of him at the campus, he was always the most put-together man she had seen. “You sure know how to sell things.”

“You’d be surprised.” She says, a sigh ripping from her throat when she approaches one of the tables at the corner. “…I happen to have sold something against my knowledge.”

Wonwoo flickers through the menu like it’s a newspaper. An avid reader, that he is. “So, sue them.”

“Wish justice was that easy to accomplish.” Nimble and nervous fingers press onto the collar of her jacket, pulling it upwards, downwards, playing with it like a toy in a child’s hand. Shit, she should really try to hide her nervousness. “What do you know about the contamination of waters in the city, Wonwoo?”

Never had she inspected him from this close, where the crease of his brows makes him feel more pensive and his lips trail after his teeth when he gives it a bite, pondering and thinking. Wonwoo is, by no means, someone that she passed by in university…but he was always somewhat of a distraction. One of those bite-sized memories that help daydream at night, but never become much more than that.

“That it happens. Not only here but around the world. And that it has been the cause of a lot of sickness this past year.” He confesses, putting the menu down and taking the time to breathe in slowly. “What do you know about it?”

“I know it’s not only the waters.” She announces, unveiling the secret that Aeri died for. “I know they are been experimenting with the harvesting grounds around the city. That we have more contamination than ever. I know the prices of cigarettes have significantly gone lower in the last half of the year and that means, at least, forty-six percent of our population smokes.” Each and every word that leaves her lips scares her more. “But I know the prices for a hospital bed are…phew, to die for. Literally. We have cut out most of our population in need of help thanks to the problems presented and ignored by our rulers. That’s what I know.” She pauses, leaning back on her seat and crossing one leg over the other. “And I know that I know too much.”

Some silences are uncomfortable, some are the opposite, but this one stands in between. The fear of impotence lingers within the duo. Wonwoo interlocks his hands in front of him, each long digit, somewhat calloused and with sprinkles of red on his knuckles—God knows why—, perfectly uniting with the slot in between his other hand.

“You do.” He confesses. What she already knows, really. “Who did you give this information to?”

“I wanted to publish it. Greedy and ambitious old me thought it was a good idea to give it to my then boss.” The realization of the night in which she barely came out alive contracts her throat. “I don’t know if you’ve heard about her…but Aeri Song?”

“The woman in the car crash.” Wonwoo, as clever as ever, completes for her.

He may have read it in some newspaper. “Precisely.” Trying to battle back her anxiety, she keeps speaking. “I sent a first draft to Aeri and I was in the car with her—”

Wonwoo pauses for a moment, quirking a defined eyebrow. “The police and all newspapers say she was on her own.”

“I ran away.”

“Why?”

“Because when you’re getting followed and you happen to realize the car never stopped, you know it was planned. That, or a very drunk driver, but the woman in the car wasn’t drunk in the slightest.”

“A woman?” Fairly interested, with a glint in his eyes that can’t be recognized, Wonwoo whispers. “There was a woman in the car?”

“Yes, but that’s…I need to organize my thoughts.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Extending his hand over the table, the warmth of physical touch falls upon her palm, his thumb rubbing at the space between her pointer finger and thumb. A relaxing point, apparently. “You’re alright, I imagine?”

“Some scratches, but that’s…that’s the least of my worries.” She licks her lips. “There was a woman inside the car, but she was too untouched. Someone else must have driven the car. She followed after me and I ran away. That’s…that’s when we met at the train.”

“Knew something had happened to you.” Wonwoo says, his messy hair falling across his forehead with one swift motion.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you a thing, but when you’ve just gotten out of a car and you had to run away from someone with a gun, you just…you just can’t trust anybody.”

“I know.” The soberness of his statement has her swallowing deeply.

“But I need to trust you now, because Aeri was killed thanks to my article.”

Wonwoo pulls away at that moment, and she doesn’t know if she has scared him, but the truth is the truth. “What?”

“Aeri planned on releasing the article under her name and sent it over to someone in your magazine. Changkyun Jo. I imagine he must have given the information to someone else that clearly didn’t want it out.” Deep in thought, Wonwoo brings a hand up to his chin. Alright, she may be scaring him to death, but he’s the most intelligent person she knows— “And here we are. Aeri is dead. I have the article saved in my purse but I have a feeling there is something grand here, Wonwoo.”

Running his fingertips through his dark as night hair, he grabs the folder with the article inside once she pops it out of her purse. “And you want to keep quiet?”

Determination fills the shake of her head. “I want it out. I want those fuckers to pay for what they have done, and for my silence to be a benefit, not something they can choose out of me.”

Delicate motions of his eyes trail after every word when he hums. “This is very detailed. An ultimatum to the government.”

“Yes.”

“Why did you think they would want this out?”

A scoff leaves her perched lips. “A few years ago, Wonwoo, when we were preparing for this job, journalism was about honesty.”

“It’s about sales and business connections.” Those words have her stopping. Has Wonwoo changed to be someone that blends into this devastating world? His rosy lips and almost immaculate skin welcome the tiredness of his job. Dark bags and insecurity. “Changkyun is one of our researchers. His work has been published all around the continent. If someone knows science, it’s him.”

“Then he must know how important it is to have this information out—”

“He works for the government.” Wonwoo completes, a shrug to his shoulders. “It’s not that hard to miss that he must have given it to someone else.”

“Or…maybe he didn’t want it out?” Conspiracies fill her tone when she leans forward. “Wonwoo, someone died.”

“That’s the way people shut up the truth these days.” Wonwoo says, closing the folder with a final sigh. “I’ll take care of it. Just…they were aiming for you two. Aeri and you. They must know someone else was in that car and they must be looking for you.”

She scoffs. “So, let them look.” Carving a finger to her chest, determination paints her features. “If I have to die for the truth, Wonwoo, I will.”

“But I won’t let you.”

“I didn’t ask for your permission.” She uncurls her legs from their hold before clearing her throat, mimicking his actions of interlocked hands and determined eyes. “So, Jeon Wonwoo, if you have a plan, count me in.”

“Let…I don’t have a plan, y’know? Maybe, we can talk about this anonymously and let the bigger forces take care of it.” He stops, looking down when a beam of pink rises to his ears. “Wasn’t there a new hero in town?”

So the word says. This town has met hope believing in the heroes appearing around town, people in ridiculous costumes who claim to have superpowers. Stupid to believe in, either.

“I’m no damsel in distress.” She adds. “…So, you’re in?”

With swivels of wind playing around his face, his tranquility merging with his incredible and fastened train of thought, Wonwoo presses his thin lips together before mumbling:

“I must follow you ‘til the end of the world, don’t I?” He prompts. “…I’m a journalist and I vowed to tell the truth, so the truth I will tell.”

Somehow, even with all his mysteriousness, she believes him.

###  

Diane says he needs to think of a name. You know, the typical superhero name that people shout out when he’s in his super-suit (uh…spandex suit) and they ask for his help. So far, he has only investigated from up close, and used his faint knowledge of technology to connect to the radio of the police officer’s cars. That, and a lot of presumption about what could happen in this town.

Dare he says what all superheroes would shout at him for, but he likes his name. Jeon Wonwoo. It sounded professional, with the right amount of seriousness but with a bit of a casualty. It was given to him, for fuck’s sake, that should be enough to like it. It’s what everyone has called him, it’s his real persona. He wants to be able to divide the two—say that his introverted, quite reserved, a bit nerdy self that is in the office is completely different from his strong and hidden in the shadows alter-ego, but he knows something…

When he was younger, he wondered if there would ever be justice. Real, considerate, calm. In the form of someone who knew the difference between right and wrong. He never imagined the duty would come to him, that he would save one life and then, would come others.

Maybe, he should go for something like James Bond or Personal Investigator JJW because following Changkyun Jo around was definitely not how he thought he would be spending his Sunday night.

His body contorts when he climbs onto the rooftop of Changkyun’s mansion, somewhere in the nicest part of town. The wind knocks at his lungs when he grabs himself from the edge of the railing, turning his body upside-down to look through the glassed windows and into his office. If he falls from here, he wouldn’t break one or two bones, but his entire body instead, yet, he believes in his powers and his suit enough for him to dangle and look inside.

Changkyun is not there. Now, the issue is getting inside.

His eyes—the only thing uncovered in his mask—inspect around the office. Pristine and vintage, with orange walls, light wooden desks and a few coats thrown around here and there. A portrait of the like of Jackson Pollock rests in front of his desk, his chair—empty for now—turned to the windows. This man really believes an enemy wouldn’t shoot him through this window and get him through his chair, so Changkyun is confident he’s protected enough not to die.

Missed opportunities for Wonwoo in his magazine went straight to Changkyun’s lap, for he had more experience and, in retrospect, more to give. With his puffed-out chest, enormous grins, gray hairs and faint stubble, he made it seem like he was professional. A wife to his side and a lot of money in his bank account, as well as trips all over the globe…Wonwoo was the speck that covered the success of Jo Changkyun.

Speck, is that a good superhero name?

No. Diane would have his head.

Plastering his hands to the windowsill, he looks back into the city. Someone must be looking at the house from time to time. Changkyun was in a business trip to a congress of some type that Wonwoo barely paid attention to, but the house couldn’t be alone. Mrs. Jo had to be there, right?

How does he open a window without breaking the glass?

Glass? Superhero name?

God, he needs to concentrate!

He presses his thighs to the window, taking leverage to grab onto something else. The brick walls help him stay in place, looking down and yet, not paralyzing in fear. Heights are fun when you have enough strength to battle gravity but still, he fears pushing this window open. If they see him there and they have a gun, it’s game over for him.

Or well, not really, he’s very fast and could run away from a bullet on the rare occasion, but—

Oh, fuck it, he’s just going to try to push the window open!

His wide hands, gloved and sweaty, press into the window, ankles curling into windowsill to hold himself together before sliding in. Not that he had much space to do it any other way. No warning sirens or red rays appear once he’s inside, but he shrinks into the curtains, just in case there are cameras.

A brown eye peeping lets him know there are.

Shit.

Now, what to do?

He slides on the walls, careful not to appear in the cameras, shrinking when he’s in the line of sight, and avoiding them at all costs, before his eyes capture a glimpse of the coats, a smile appearing under the mask when he takes them in between his fingers and hangs them over the cameras, making sure they don’t move. Three cameras down, now he has to get to his desk.

The first thing he sees are receipts of money. A divorce paper that Changkyun hasn’t signed and, of course, a lot of articles written by himself. Most of which were interesting to him once but after his friend’s revelations, he’s not quite sure that he respects Changkyun in the sly level he once did.

But nothing shows anything of importance.

Maybe, if he checks Changkyun’s e-mail, he can see whom he had sent the article Aeri had “written”—stolen, actually—for review.

Or for gossiping and getting a woman killed.

Though, Wonwoo is not the best with a computer. Good for typing in it, but once the screen pops up in blue asking for a password, he’s frozen.

Alright, time to call someone. He has already done much of the work.

Slipping his fingers into his shoe, he gets his Nokia out before putting it up to his ear, knowing the number from the top of his head.

“Diane?” He asks once the other person picks up. Blasting music ends up in the other edge of the line, a chuckle following soon after.

“What’s up big boy? How’s the mission going?”

“Big boy is not going to happen for my superhero name.”

“Bulky boy?”

“I’m not a boy.” He whispers, only to move the mouse around the screen. “I have a question. I’m in the office, I want to get into the computer but it asks me for a password. How do I guess it?”

“The odds are fifty-fifty, honestly. Do you have the pen-drive I gave you for your birthday?”

Stopping, he checks around his suit, patting around until he finds it. Somewhere near his calf, too, uncomfortably digging into his skin. “You always tell me to bring it around. Why?”

“Put it inside the computer.”

It’s not the first time he follows after his roommate’s orders, so bending down, he puts it inside the CPU, sighing deeply.

“Done.” Readying himself to follow after orders, he hovers over the computer screen. “What do I do now?”

“Wait.” Diane smugly replies, only to have him scoffing.

“I can’t wait. Don’t you think I could get caught—?”

“Chill, Wonwoo. Really. How are you a superhero when seventy percent of your fight or flight reactions consist of panicking?” He can imagine her leaning back on her seat. “It’s a virus. I got it from one of the porn sites my ex-boyfriend visited. It will steal all your information and passwords, leaving you completely bare. The computer will turn off…” And just as she says this, the screen goes black. “And then, it will restart itself. Without a password, possibly with some porn pop-ups but you can close your eyes if you really feel uncomfortable, kiddo.”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes in the process, holding his mouse in place. “Ha-ha, very funny.”

“Speaking of. Someone came to visit you just now.” He hums into the speaker, entering the screen and closing the tabs that appeared, turning off the speakers just in case any moan came around as he rummages through his computer and e-mail. “So pretty. I was almost blinded by beauty. She’s around here, I’m brewing her some coffee. She said her name was—”

“She hates coffee.” Wonwoo replies before he could even think about it. “What’s she doing there?”

“Isn’t she supposed to?”

He gave her his address for when they needed to talk, but he thought she would call him first. “She can come over, but she doesn’t know I’m actually…you know, a superhero? She was the one that told me about this guy’s doing, but I pretend I’m helping her as a normal guy, not as someone who can climb walls and rooftops.”

“Ooh,” Diane coos. “I’ll ask her what she thinks of this hero in spandex just to check if she’s into you.”

“Diane, do not—”

“I did wonders with that suit. Your ass looks like it’s…this round, big, juicy peach and I can’t help but pat myself in the back for it.” Dropping her tone, Wonwoo can already feel his body cringing. Note to self? Change roommate. “I’ll get you the girl, don’t worry.”

“Di—”

She hangs up at that moment, just as he sees it at the edge of the website. An e-mail sent to Jinyoung Lim.

So, Jinyoung was the one that killed Aeri, but she must know now that she didn’t kill the other person in the car.

…Jinyoung must be looking for her.

That brings him up his feet, closing the tabs and leaving through the window, elongated steps rushing him through the dark-lit night, not caring that he has to take off his suit, but her wellbeing instead. At least, he knows she’s with Diane, but what about the rest of her days?

What will telling the truth bring to her life?

###

October, 1999.

The smell of a new book is almost addictive.

The campus’ library oozes the imagery she has of what will once be her home. Comfortable, tranquil, with the sly scent of wood mingling along pages of wisdom. The faint swoosh of words connects to the air but barely meet her ears as she keeps her back straightened in one of the red wooden seats, scribbling down notes for a test and dying in the process of trying out one of the new textbooks in the library’s collection. First in line and she got to use it first.

Though, people start to disappear through the curved doors of the library by the time eleven strikes around, just when her eyes start to close but her will electrifies her. Perhaps, her dreams reach for too many parts of her brain, taking up her doings to become the best of the best in the field she aspires to be in, but it’s the hope of knowing her future is in her hands that keeps her going.

Only when she hears someone pushing a book a little too harshly into its personal slit in the shelf three rows away from her table, does she realize she’s not really alone. Not at twelve fourteen at night, at least. Her fingers hook around her pencil, twisting it once or twice, letting her thoughts roam about who could be so potentially scared of failure to be here at this time…

Then, that entire bookshelf falls. Tremors of heavy books and wood shaking the ground underneath her. Widened eyes are not enough to show her surprise when she stands up from her seat, oddly scared of a domino effect in the shelves that could have caused one to land on her, but when she turns around, she sees him.

Black curtains 0f hair drape across his eyes, parted and the slightest bit fashionable, but what interests her are the pair of worrisome eyes behind big specs. The typical attire of a university student falls on him, an oversized black t-shirt and jeans accompanying him, but Jeon Wonwoo always makes it seem like he gets proper hours of sleep.

He doesn’t…because she does not, and he’s always here studying whenever she’s doing the exact same thing.

“Oh gosh,” She dares trip out a mumble, moving towards him with opened palms, ready to help him fetch up the books that had fallen to the ground. The librarian is a man in his eighties, so it will take him quite a while to get here. “You’re alright?”

“A—Ah…” He looks down at his hands, as if finding out the secret to life in his skin before returning his gaze up to her. She inspects his palms from up close, searching for scratches or wounds. “I’m alright. I just—”

An avid journalist, she asks the good questions. “How did you make it fall? That shelf’s heavy.”

From up close, Wonwoo looks like a promise. You kn0w, the kind the world needs. Someone who brings honesty and justice to the table, with sprinkles of truth and just the nicest amount of guilt. Because that feeling has been long lost these days, when people drive to their imminent doom—guilt.

To have that feeling creeping up on anyone is already a rare occurrence. The word ‘sorry’ has become a sign of weakness. People don’t realize that for them to build a future, a proper one let’s say, they have to accept their mistakes.

“I pushed the book a little too hard.” And almost to prove her right, Wonwoo pulls his calloused hands away. As far as she remembers, he does play a bit of guitar, doesn’t he? “…Sorry.”

“No. Jesus, no.” She shakes her head when a chuckle trips from her throat. “I’m more worried about you. You must be hitting the gym hard if you’re able to push shelves like that.”

“I’m okay.” Wonwoo says, scavenging to talk to the librarian, fuming in rage with a reddened face and tiny balled fists. “I—Uh, I’ll leave you to studying, okay? Thank you for checking…checking up on me.”

The nervousness of him brings a smile to her face, not that he notices it, with his back turned around and practically hunching over to spit out apologies to Mr. Kim.

He’s weird. So weird. But the nicest kind of that word.

###  

Her mind roams in places he would have never thought could be possible—not thirsty for the truth, but for reality. The worst kind; the one that people turn their eyes to just in fear of what could be their inherent doom. While Wonwoo pretends not to know a thing, and that Changkyun is innocent, he reunites with her in his apartment almost every day. Looking for clues, investigating the latest resources about health and ambience. They’re doing something, according to her. He’s protecting her, according to him.

Diane would roll her eyes at this moment and tell him that his superhero name is ‘Loverboy’ because apparently, to her, he’s just had this flammant crush thing since high school and not to say he’s denying it, but he’s also not confirming it. Last relationship he had was long-term, finished a little over a year ago, and while it would be delightful…he’s not sure if he’s ready to give that step quite yet.

Loverboy is not going to be his superhero name, but he may consider the crush connotation as he enters the kitchen with Diane by his side. The journalist let her head rest on his old coffee table, with her hands extended under the bent head, promising neck pain for the night. Her legs bend under her thighs, her work attire a little unkempt, lips parted in tiredness. She had been doing so much research, while he pretended innocence on not knowing a thing.

Just for the sake of keeping her safe.

“I want her for you.” Diane says, moving her braid over her shoulder to look him in the eyes. Almost his height, with golden skin and thickly brimmed glasses, it’s no wonder they met when they were kids and keep on being friends. “Honestly, Woo. If you’re not doing something, I’ll do it for you.”

He leans his weight against the doorframe that connects the kitchen and the living room, sipping on the warm chocolate he had prepared. With marshmallows, not to forget. “I don’t know if I’m ready.” He confesses, only to have Diane scoffing.

“Running away from love won’t do you any great, either.”

“Have you ever had a…a dream you’re too afraid of talking about, Di?” He asks, only to have his brown-haired best friend shaking her head.

“Or, well, relatively, yes.” Diane admits, shrugging her shoulders. “Kinky ones, but that’s not what you’re hinting at.”

“Why didn’t life make me a villain just so I could kill you?”

“Harsh. You love me, you can’t. So, what’s this dream?”

Wonwoo licks his lips, battling a smile as he inspects her features. For once, there is not a frown in between her eyebrows. “Her.” He confesses, as low as ever, with a glint in his eyes that he doesn’t realize. He never could. “…And if something happened to her, I would want it to be perfect. Not like this. Not when she’s on the run and I’m…I’m figuring the whole superhero thing out.”

“You’re losing your time, Woo.” Diane mumbles. “What if she dies today?”

Harshness tightens around his jaw. “That won’t happen.”

“Who are you to know?”

“I’ll protect her.”

Swinging her hips, Diane chuckles as she moves to her room. “Then, prove it.”

Soft steps near him to the woman on his coffee table, in no way perfect, but herself. So powerful, rigged, beautiful that he finds his breath stolen when his hand goes forward and caresses the bridge of her nose, up to her forehead only to move away the hairs that had fallen on said skin. That must tickle her, stirring awake some of her senses when she scrunches up her nose, Wonwoo’s name calling her out softly.

“Hey…” He mumbles, patting his fingertips to the warmth of her neck. “You’ll get a strain. Wake up.”

Like flowers opening up in spring, her eyes flutter awake. Irises connecting to his own, inspecting him for the briefest of seconds before patting around her mouth, as if afraid of salivating. Wonwoo can’t help but grin at this. “What time is it?” She asks.

“One fifteen.” He replies, as soft as ever. “I have some hot choco, but I think I’ll have to lend you my bed instead.”

Embarrassment seems to creep up on her and before he could apologize for the—innocent, yet wrongly sounding—implications of his words for two colleagues and friends, she stands up. “Actually, could you take me home? I don’t think I want to catch the train at this time. May be dangerous.”

“Not ‘may’. Will. Definitely.” Wonwoo replies, letting the two cups of chocolate rest on the coffee table she had been taking a place on before grabbing the keys to Diane’s motorcycle. “Di, I’ll use your motorcycle for thirty minutes. I’ll be back!”

“Okay!” He hears her shout from afar, but his gaze is too concentrated on the woman before him. Her professional attire, the dressy pants and elongated jacket, the few bits of makeup left on her face, trying to be erased by sleep. All unapproachable beauty.

“Let’s go?” He asks.

“Only if you let me take a nap on your back.”

He would have never said he’d be the kind to feel this hard. His heart almost plummets a hole in his chest when he’s rapidly driving through the dark streets of an abandoned, sleep-ridden city. The swoosh of air does nothing to ease the heat on his face, the warmth that spreads through him as her arms hook around his waist, snugly keeping her chest pressed to his back. Her cheek molds into his shoulder-blades, somehow fitting him as if made for him.

As if made for each other.

The stars do nothing to conceal the illusion behind his eyes. If things were different, or if she had not tried to snoop through matters more powerful than her will, he would have tried it out. Yet, he’s only proved right when he’s midway through the trip down to her apartment complex, when he hears gunshots passing by the motorcycle, hitting the pavement and continuing on with the roaring of an engine.

Only when he feels the lights casted on them does he know the bullets aim her way.

“W—What’s going on?!” She awakens quickly, scrunching her body behind him, trying to keep herself safe as little squeals leave her mouth. “Wonwoo, they’re following us!”

“I know. They’re looking for you.” And for him, perhaps. Not him, but his superhero persona. Not that whoever is following him knows that. His eyes concentrate around the street, picking up his speed until he sees a small street down the left. Darkened, forgotten, with no street-lights turned on.

“What are you going to do?”

“Just trust me.” He pivots the motorcycle into the street, not daring turning it off when his hand wraps around her waist and cages her to his side. “I need you to trust me, okay? And not scream. Hold onto me and let me do the job.”

“Wonwoo—” She presses her lips together when he lifts her up. Her legs immediately hook around his waist, but he has no time to think about the connection, voices mingling behind them as the engines roar closer. His hand extends to hold onto the walls of one of the homes, lifting them up with his legs and one hand. “W—What? We’re going to fall.” She whispers, only to have Wonwoo shaking his head.

“We won’t. Just follow my lead.”

He doesn’t know if it was the adrenaline that had him doing this without a suit, and definitely with someone at his hip, but his calves don’t burn by the time he reaches the rooftop, strengthening his hold around her and rushing down the rest of the roofs, long legs jumping easily and stealing one or two curses from her

“How…how can you do this?”

“I’ve been doing it for a while.” Wonwoo says over the wind, looking over his shoulder and seeing that the car lights are a bit far away. “Remember when I accidentally threw an entire bookshelf to the ground? Well, discovered my powers then.”

“Powers?” She questions. If he’s not mistaken, they’re not too far away from her home. He just has to check the rooftops a little too closely. “Uh, no. I’m not—Wonwoo, you don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”

“Then, scientifically explain why I climbed to a rooftop with one hand and your weight on me and why we’re going faster than a goddamned car.”

She pauses at that moment, his eyes connecting to hers to notice that she has her arms wrapped around his neck. Well, at least she’s trusting him. “I can’t.”

“I can’t, either. But it’s what I have and I have decided to use it for good.”

“You’re…you’re that guy in a black superhero suit that goes around town?”

“Keeping it protected since three years ago.” Wonwoo replies, unhooking his hold around her when he reaches her home. Or, the roof, really. He sits her down at that moment, relishing on the freedom of not having to control his heart. He crosses his arms across his chest, as if shielding himself. “…And I need to keep you safe now.”

“They were looking for me?” She asks, only to have Wonwoo humming.

He turns around to look at the night sky. “You investigated something important, that’s just it. Secretive and important. Jinyoung, the senator’s sister, is behind a lot of these things and…even the senator, who knows? I’m sure politicians don’t care about this. Changkyun just works for them, and he sent the article Aeri had written over to them. They wanted the proof to be destroyed, so they went after you two. Aeri died, you didn’t.” Too much information, even for him, he closes his eyes tightly. If things could only be different.

“…They’re…They can’t do that.”

“But they will.” Wonwoo sharply replies, turning around. “This city is corrupt, and I can’t wait here and see how they get you. I thought I could protect you, keep you away from this—”

Her face tightens, standing up to be face to face with him. “I can protect myself, Wonwoo.”

“Not from people like this. Not from groups of people who can easily access your information. You can’t trust anybody, as simple as that.” He recognizes, running his fingers through his messy hair before sighing. “I think you should leave. I—We can pretend your death or something. We just….we just need to get you away before they kill you. I wouldn’t forgive myself if that happened.”

“And what about my life?” She wonders out loud. “What about my dreams, my truth, what I aspired to be? Does it go down the drain?”

Fiddling his fingertips, he shakes his head. “I wish it could be different.” He admits. “I wish I could…I could just give you the world you always desired for yourself, but I am trying to change this. Little by little, until this city goes back to what it was supposed to be.”

Her eyes inspect all over his features, as if insulting him or scrutinizing him. The night fits her beautifully, even in her dilemma, before she closes her eyes and breathes out her nose. “I’ll leave. But only because there’s just one person I’d trust to better this place…” She stops. “And that’s you. You…apparent superhero. God, you really need to get a doctor’s appointment. I’m sure there is something wrong cell-wise.”

Wonwoo chuckles at that, moving forwards without much of a thought, wrapping his arms around her and cradling her to his neck. “I’ll get it checked.” He replies, only to breathe in her scent with closed eyes. “Thank you. For everything.”

If only things were different, maybe, they could have been each other’s.

###

When she dreamed of her resignation letter for The Noir Secret, she always imagined it would be thanks to a better job.

Bitterness overcomes her when she leans back in her office chair, well, at least her apartment’s office, every letter written mixing in her vision when she picks up the piece of paper and puts it up to her eyes. She has to fax it before they actually fire her for not going—hence, she said she was sick, but still—. Yet, it feels insufficient, as if she needs something else to calm down her senses and think that she went with a bang.

Maybe, an article.

Her typewriter should be changed for a computer soon enough, but her eyes drown in feelings by the time she runs her fingertips on top of the keys. If only things were different, maybe, she wouldn’t have to run away. Yet, that’s why words exist, why her fingers move with certainty, trying to plaster the biggest news in the city into paper, as if to answer her questions or ease her nerves.

Or because she wants to prove to herself that there is more in her life than what she’s letting go of.

###

Goodbyes should never be like this. At midnight, with his office clothes, as if ready to go to work once this is over. But with her, would it ever be over?

The buzzing of people is distant as they talk about life. Their memories together, the ones that could have been, the ones that they lived separately. Wonwoo relishes on the faint closeness, in the way she holds onto the sweater he gave her, and how she doesn’t put it on even when she’s shivering, instead hugging it to her chest. For the first time, he sees a tremor to her eyes, an air of insecurity, that only eases itself the more he talks about them, about his powers, about what could have been.

The world is a connection of all the bad with the good. These past few years, the bad has outshined the good, but he needs to balance it out. For that, he needs time, and time will heal all wounds for when they meet again.

At least, that’s what he convinces himself of thinking when he hears her flight being called for. Wonwoo stands up just at the same time she does, hands interlocked in front of his body while he studies her expression. Relaxation doesn’t overtake her, but there is some kind of peace within her. Something of the like of being given one more day to live.

It shouldn’t have been like this for her.

“Promise you’ll call me?” Wonwoo asks, a thread of hope following after him and connecting the two of them.

“Of course.” She nods, a scoff coming soon after. “Who else would I be talking to?”

“Maybe, some new friends?”

“None of them are quite as super as you.” She jokes around, a tight-lipped smile taking over her features when she moves one step forward. “None of them will ever be you, Jeon Wonwoo.”

He doesn’t know what to say, but maybe words weren’t needed, because they would have ruined what comes next. Soft and tender are her lips against him, not quite like a goodbye, but with a promise of seeing each other again in some time sooner than later. Her hand holds onto his interlocked ones, easing his nerves when she pulls away, eyes dizzied, twinkling in lights of dreams.

“Read my latest article.” She tells him, giving a few steps back just as he questions her.

“Why?!”

“Just do!” Chuckles leave her lips by the time she goes away, and Wonwoo has to put a hand to his chest to calm it down.

Since when had he felt this way?

Luckily for him, they sold the newspaper outside the airport, money practically slipping from his fingertips with the need of knowing what was on the front page. Thus, his eyes widen when he sees a picture of his silhouette on top of one of the rooftops in the city, with his suit on and his chin perched up. An entire front page just for his persona, reading.

PENUMBRA: Who is ‘Penumbra’, the getaway man that has been protecting our abandoned city?

Huh, so that’s his superhero name now, isn’t it?

He’s not angry about it.

#wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #kpop scenarios #writing #wonwoo au #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #seventeen au #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #superhero!wonwoo

[erreversible]

pairing: wonwoo/jeonghan words: 5032 chapters: 1/1 tags: superhero au, partners in crime, character study

summary:

“You must be the Trickster. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Jeonghan smiles pleasantly. “Likewise. Call me Jeonghan.”

Wonwoo’s eyes narrow near imperceptibly. “Isn’t it protocol to use our aliases?”

The smile stays in place. “I prefer Jeonghan.”

(Jeonghan and Wonwoo are sent on a mission to take down Dr. Arthur's secret lab. They learn how to be partners along the way.)

#seventeen #fanfic #going seventeen #gose 2021 #wonhan #wonwoo #jeonghan #fluff #romance #tension #banter #partners in crime #scifi #superhero au #superpowers #invisibility #cyborg #ao3 #otp #mission fic

[selfproducingfanfictionauthor]

5. things you didn’t say at all - wonwoo x reader

MASTERLIST

things you said series

seungcheol - jeonghan - joshua - jun - hoshi - wonwoo - woozi - dokyeom - mingyu - minghao - seungkwan - vernon - dino

Wonwoo’s hands are shaking, dancing an inch from your skin - afraid to touch but terrified not to. If the situation is any different, you would’ve smiled fondly at his hesitation to touch you and said “Come, feel me.”

But everything hurts right now, down to your bones and even beyond it. Pulsing pain, each more painful than the other. Radiating from the your arms to down to your toes, the ruins of the building pressing down on you.

Distantly, you could hear Seungcheol directing the others to get the survivors out of the building. You could hear them rush back and forth, as loudly as you could hear each creak above you.

There isn’t enough time.

“Wo—wonwoo.” you gasp, eyes shut, “You need to go. I— I can’t hold this any longer.”

Wonwoo’s always been a rule follower. Mischievous, but always a rule follower. It’s part of the reason why he never pursued anything with you. Conflict of interest, he said.

Heroes and sidekick relationships have always been frowned upon, went unsaid.

He’s logical, objective, perhaps a little cold. Your opposite, you joked, that’s why you make the perfect team. You with your brute strength, he with his strategic attacks.

He’s the logical, and level-headed part of your pair, so he knows - he knows - that he should get out of the collapsing building. He knows by the flickering glow under your skin that you wouldn’t last long with the weight of thousands of tons of concrete and metal but—

“No. No, no. I—“

You, with your blurry eyes, could see his shaking eyes looking and looking and looking for a way out. Above you, the building creaks ominously.

If this is the end, would it be selfish to say the words you long to say? Would it be a relief or a burden to let your love form into words, to let them hear them before you go?

The thought stews in your mind, before the weight in your arms doubles as the building, folds into itself.

No. You can’t do that to Wonwoo. It’ll break him, you think. And for all his impressive height and sharp tongue, he is fragile, your love.

“Wonwoo?”

Wonwoo snaps to attention, crouching as the ceiling dips lower. He’s off duty, you notice just now, without his armor and his mask - how could you not notice that?

He must’ve been at home, resting. Living a different life without you and beyond this job you promised yourselves to. An entire life you don’t know about.

(At this point, you try not to think of how you knew how he likes his coffee, and how his hand tremors or how he looks like with his lips bitten and kissed)

Because, here’s the truth. You, with your brute strength, is the only one capable of holding this building and he, with all his strategic mind, cannot replace you.

And so, “Wonwoo?”

When he turns, you shift your weight to one foot, your muscles protesting and your arm snapping under the weight. You shift your weight to your left foot, lift your right, and kick Wonwoo’s chest — and at that moment, as he flew out into the light-  you see the betrayal in his eyes.

And then, everything is covered in rubble.

And you are gone.

#wonwoo x reader #superhero au #might continue this au #reader has superstrength #things you said series #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #svt x reader

[rubyreduji]

since i recently watched the new spiderman movie (i know its been weeks but who is counting), what marvel superhero do you think svt's members are?

i feel like a few of them remind me of spiderman, but im really curious who would you think is spiderman

oh em gee i LOVED the spiderverse movie i literally made a post about what kind of spidermen svt would be (found here)

but im gonna be honest...im not really a marvel person 😭😭 i am mainly a spiderman guy, but i can try my hand a couple of them

seungcheol - captain america; he's got the leadership, he's got the muscles, he's got the ass

jeonghan - not a superhero but loki lol i dont think i need explaination for this one

joshua - antman; dude i can't explain it but i feel like he fits nicely as like a humble silly normal guy who became a superhero

wonwoo - hawkeye; wonwoo is observent and can make logical choices and while he may not be as standout as some of the extroverts he still makes his mark and he always wins

jihoon - dr. strange; he's smart and powerful and despite being emotionally constipated, he still has a soft spot for the people he cares about

seokmin - starlord; i can def imagine him as a funky guy from the 80s but he also has the cheery optimistic personality and a lot of love for the people around him

mingyu - ironman; he's smart, good looking, and creative

vernon - spiderman; he is the most spiderman that ever spiderman-ed, he's our charming dorky new york boy (i also wrote a fic about him being spiderman here)

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #wonwoo #woozi #dokyeom #mingyu #vernon #rru.requests #marvel #marvel mcu #rru.lists #rru.writes #★ sfw

[ask-svt-hearteu]

Superhero School! Svt (and how they meet you;)

The Rosenity School for the Supers is the world’s most prestigious academy for the training of the future’s next superheroes. At Rosenity, the staff are dedicated to training and understanding our students and their powers and hope that with the proper guidance, they will one day, truly save the world~

Admin note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!! This wasn't requested but I had the idea so here it is, a special au for Halloween! If you want full au versions, we might be considering doing those once requests are back open:)

Seungcheol- Super Strength

always has a lot of expectations and responsibilities put on him

comes from a long line of superheroes

everyone knows he’s going to be “The Chosen One”

has the power of super strength and could probably lift a whole building without breaking a sweat

his responsibilities take a toll on him though 

doesn’t ever want to disappoint someone or appear weak when he is not

that is until he meets you, a super with the power of telekinesis

you can easily move anything with your mind

you also think he could never disappoint anyone:)

one day, you accidentally use your powers on him, making him accidentally run right into you…

Jeonghan- Reality Manipulation

has the power of reality manipulation

can make people see snow on a sunny day or a rainbow on a cloudy one

can show people exactly what they want to see

or he can show them their darkest nightmares

isn’t sure exactly what to do with his powers

besides pranking his friends by making it look like there’s chocolate right in front of them when there isn’t

until one day he gets dared to prank you

a super with the superpower of aversion

little does Jeonghan know that you can not only weaken and completely stop his power from working on you

but you can also reflect his powers back at him...

Joshua- Atmokinesis

used to literally walking around with his head in the clouds

power to control the weather

making it sunny on the day of an important field trip or making it snow on the day of an exam

super helpful ;)

can make mini rain clouds indoors

legit can make the sun shine down on him like a halo

thought he had things under control until one day he creates a storm that’s big enough to destroy the whole school

and he can’t seem to figure out how to get it back under control

until you, a super with the power of energy manipulation, take his hand

and the energy he used to power the storm gets changed by you into a bright light as the storm disappears…

Junhui- Telekinesis

used to getting what he wants

with telekinesis

can easily summon a can of soda from the school’s vending machine or his favorite snacks from the cafeteria

all without leaving the comfort of his room

but doesn’t know how to fully control his powers

especially scary when he finds out he can control people as well as objects

scares him into almost not using his powers at all

until he meets you, a super with the power of emotion manipulation

he learns that he’s not the only one who can control what people think and do

and that there are scarier things than loss of control, losing you…

Soonyoung- Pyrokinesis

can be kind of a hothead, literally since he controls fire

makes for some great party tricks on the weekends though

everyone’s roasting marshmallows using his hand as a fire pit

very flashy and vibrant personality, gets in trouble just as many times as he plans on saving the world

might joke around a lot but truly believes he can be an amazing superhero

even though some people say that his power is dangerous since fires destroy stuff

too loveable that no one can hate the guy though and super competitive

wants to win the school’s physical powers showcase for the title of next best hero

but his biggest competition is someone who is faster, gone one second and teleporting in the next second,

you…

Wonwoo- Telepathy

knows everything and anything

including the times anyone has cheated on a History of Superpowers’ test

or skipped class to party

knows because he hears what people are thinking

and he can talk to people without saying a single word aloud by speaking to their heads

for some reason he doesn’t say much aloud at all if he can help it

his best friends are the books in the library, stories he chooses to listen to

it’s quieter in the library until he meets you, a transfer student from a different school who also has telepathy

the weird part for him is, you seem to be able to read his every thought

but he can’t read yours…

Jihoon- Super Speed

the world has always been too slow for Lee Jihoon

a super with super speed

can have all his hw finished in the span of 0.789 seconds

take a round trip around the world for ramen in Japan

and still make it back before you finish saying his name

for someone who seemingly has an endless amount of time since he works at speed levels faster than everyone

he can’t seem to understand why he suddenly wants everything to slow down when he meets you

a super with plant manipulation 

why did suddenly meeting you make him want to take a slow walk in the park with you

and just watch the flowers grow around you?

Seokmin- Aquakinesis

one of the most well-known supers on campus because he’s literally so friendly and everyone loves his happy personality

can control water which is probably why he’s not allowed to compete on the school’s swimming team

his favorite trick is turning on the sprinklers every morning and making the water reflect rainbows everywhere

always has a water bottle next to him so he can use his powers to water some of the planters on school

likes these planters because they give him a tad bit of privacy from his busy life where he can just unwind

and forget his superhero-in-training responsibilities for a while

loves telling jokes to the plants that he later uses to make everyone else laugh

even though flowers aren’t good listeners lol

one day Seokmin finds you flying around on the roof watering some of his favorite flowers

and he can’t help but think you’re more beautiful than any flowers he’s ever seen….

Mingyu- Teleportation and Invisibility

 a super rare case because he actually has two superpowers

and it’s super funny when a giant tall person suddenly disappears and people don’t know if he teleported

or just went invisible

good for playing pranks on the upperclassmen or lowerclassmen

but he’s so loud and goofy he would probably die laughing before he pulled off the prank

once got locked out of his room after a shower

legit freaked out for a whole five minutes before he remembered he can turn invisible

is sometimes pretty klutzy when it comes to teleporting

and accidentally goes invisible while teleporting and doesn’t know how to become visible again

and no one can see him to help him, except for you, a student with super-vision….

Minghao- Precognition and Photographic Memory

low key a mystery to everyone bc he can not only see the future but he also remembers everything

super powerful and everyone wants to know what he knows

can see any future timeline if he focuses on it

his predictions change often because the future is not set in stone yet

but sometimes he’ll get a really strong vision where there’s no denying it he knows it will happen

like that time he predicted how it would snow in the dead middle of May (people didn’t believe him until Josh accidentally had a brain freeze from eating ice cream too fast and actually made it snow)

Minghao also has photographic memory and can remember everything which makes studying for tests real easy too

and one day he gets a really strong vision of the future, one that he knows would be impossible to change

of you, a super with super speed who’s in danger and might die

and he refuses to just sit by and not try to change the future and save you…

Seungkwan- Shape-shifting

shape-shifting is an incredibly rare power, and it’s extremely powerful

which has people confused as to how such a young kid like Seungkwan could have such a strong power

not that he uses his powers immaturely (ok maybe just a little)

just small things like spying on his friends by transforming into literally a fly on the wall

or changing his appearance to look like the History of Superpowers professor and making everyone laugh at his impressions

easier for him to change into animals than other people of course, it takes a lot of energy to mimic people versus animals

which is good, since he once almost got away with being Hansol for a whole day before two Hansol’s walked into the cafeteria and suddenly Seungkwan’s prank was exposed

doesn’t really feel comfortable in his own appearance and doesn’t really know how to use his powers for good rather than laughs

until one day on a school field trip he accidentally bumps into you, a super with mind exchange powers

and you get stuck with his powers and he gets stuck with yours, and you both don’t know how to change it back….

Hansol- Super Healing

everyone always uses Hansol as a backup plan

if they sneak out past curfew to train their superpowers against real criminals and villains outside the school, they bring Hansol

that way if anyone gets hurt, he can help them

but he’s still really new to the whole superpower thing and when he exposes some students for not following the curfew rules

he gets a lot of shit for being responsible and trying not to hurt anyone

even though all his friends and Seungkwan constantly tell him he did the right thing

doesn’t want anything else but for all his friends to be happy and safe and healthy because as a super healer that’s his job

really loves animals and volunteering in the infirmary at the school because he gets to see how other people’s powers work but also gets to help heal them if they’re hurt and make them feel better

and one day he meets you, a mysterious student who has been in the infirmary for weeks in a coma, and no one knows what your power is

until Hansol tries to heal and wake you up….

Chan- Power Mimicry

the youngest student ever to walk the halls of Rosenity

everyone is kinda scared of him because he can copy anyone’s powers even if it’s only for a few minutes to an hour

he makes a few close friends though

twelve of them in fact, all with different powers and he learns how each works

and sometimes uses them to prank all the older kids

super intelligent too because he knows how it feels to use a variety of powers

is really actually a squish and needs to be protected

he honestly doesn’t even know if he can be considered a hero since his powers don’t last very long when he copies someone’s

which you can relate to since you’ve been Rosenity’s only non-super student ever in history, with no superpowers

or at least you assumed you had no powers, until Chan tries to mimic you and discovers something even you didn’t see in yourself

MASTERLIST

#ask svt hearteu #ask seventeen #written scenarios #kpop scenarios #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #superpowers au #superhero school #svt imagines #Seungcheol #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #hong jisoo #jun #junhui #hoshi #soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #jihoon #seokmin #dokyeom #mingyu #minghao #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #chan #dino

[papermatisse]

→ started: 7/13/2021

→ updated: 5/11/2024

↘ 𝗕𝗬𝗨𝗡 𝗕𝗔𝗘𝗞𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡

♔ Inquiring Minds || [One-Shot], [F], 2.7k

The students of SM University have their attention on the popular history professor and his secretive lifestyle. Student Beomgyu finds a person who may hold the answers to what's on everyone's minds.

♔ Lost and Found || [One-Shot], [F], [A], 3.5k

Love comes with all kinds of sacrifices, and after everything she'd sacrificed for her own hopeful romance, all she really wanted was a lover to live with for the rest of her mortal existence. Though the universe—and for that matter the gods who inhabit it—has a cruel sense of humor.

↘ 𝗢𝗛 𝗦𝗘𝗛𝗨𝗡

♔ Just Another Greek Mythology Story || [One-Shot], [F], [A], 28k

The story of Hades and Persephone, but I made it Sehun.

♔ Oasis || [Series], [F], [A], [Crack] WRITING!

EXO: the nine member superhero gang protecting the city of Exodus. For years, they've done just that. A sudden turn of events leads them all stressed, confused, and paranoid beyond belief. A paranoia which could either lead them to answers or turn them against one another— turn them against their city.

↘ 𝗬𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗞

♖ Opia || [SMAU], [F] COMPLETE!

yn falls for ballet dancer, hyunsuk, but gets way too into her own head.

↘ 𝗝𝗜 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗠𝗜𝗡

♘ Sandbox || [Semi-SMAU], [F], [Crack] WRITING!

Two streamers, who share many commonalities, meet and befriend one another. They're faced with both criticism and support for something not even they are necessarily aware of just yet.

↘ 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢

♘ apartment 5d || [One-Shot], [F], [Crack], 8k

(y/n) had just moved into the city and was still getting accustomed to the onslaught of noises all around, coming from both outside her apartment and within the building itself. through the thin walls of her new home, she becomes inadvertently invested in the lives of a couple who live just next door and seemingly don't know she can hear everything they say, as well as everything they do.

↘ 𝗪𝗘𝗡 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗛𝗨𝗜

♗ False Pretenses || [One-Shot], [A], [F], [Regency], 19.5k

Wen Junhui was the epitome of perfection. Tall, handsome, intelligent, kind, a gentleman, and the list goes on for miles on end. So it is only expected that this man of everyone's dreams was regrettably taken already, right? Betrothed to another, and so condemned from being pursued by any other? But what's to happen if he himself begins the pursuit with another?

↘ 𝗞𝗪𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚

♗ Bliss || [One-Shot], [A], [F], [Hanahaki], 7.6k

Waking up with no memories, no recollection of who she once was, was a terrifying, near debilitating experience, but maybe with the help of a kind stranger, recovery could come sooner than expected.

♗ Let Me Try Again || [One-Shot], [A], [F], [Exes to Lovers], 30k

Soonyoung leaves for college, abandoning everyone he loves. He comes back and everything has changed. he attempts to find semblance in the myriad of change, as well as a home in a place he left behind him.

↘ 𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢

♗ The Ultimatum || [Request], [One-Shot], [A], [Forbidden Lovers] 6.3k

Wonwoo is living a peaceful and happy mundane life with his partner, though outside forces and responsibilities prompt wonwoo to make a tough decision.

↘ 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬𝗨

♗ Snowbound || [Series], [A], [F], [Crack] WRITING!

"I was at peace before you came; why have you disturbed me? You have given me new wants and now you trifle with me as if my heart were as whole as yours..." Mary Shelley, from 'Matilda'

↘ 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗕𝗘𝗢𝗠𝗚𝗬𝗨

♧ As You Are || [One-Shot], [A], [F], [Regency], 6.7k

A lady is expected to wed early, lest she grow out of a desirable age before meeting her significant other and producing offsprings. So what happens to someone who manages to surpass this narrow age range without having married?

↘ 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

† Masterlist || [Anthology], [H], [A]

An Anthology of the thoughts which keep me up at night.

NETWORKS: @k-labels caratlibrary

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[solarwonux]

10.  “I still remember the way you taste.”

31.  “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

villain!wonwoo x superhero!f!reader

w.c: 2.6k (it was mistake okay I got carried away we should know this by now)

warnings: fluff, talks of death, ghosts, torture if you squint, graveyards, digging up graves (don’t do that yall), angst a little, it’s hinted that the reader can communicate with ghosts. (if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes this one is not for you)

note: I CAN EXPLAIN OKAY I KNOW YOU WANTED JOKER WONWOO BUT LIKE IT STARTED OFF THAT WAY AND THEN I GOT SOFT. Enjoy let know your thoughts please, they mean so much to me. 

Also i will answer asks at some point, school is just keeping me super busy, BUT IM NOT IGNORING THEM THEY MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.

masterlist || drabble game

Wonwoo wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly as he stared down at the empty grave. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Vernon asked, digging his shovel into the ground with the heel of his boot. He rested his forearm against the handle looking at Wonwoo through his sweaty bangs. 

“There is no reason, I was just bored.” Wonwoo shrugged, his cheeks were dusted with dirt and his white dress shirt was anything but white. The truth was he had a reason, he needed a way to meet you halfway and causing chaos was the only way to get you out of that shiny tower in the middle of the city where all the heroes resided. But his reasoning would never be voiced out loud, especially not to Vernon and so he lied like it was second nature to him. 

Wonwoo missed you, He missed getting under your skin with his snarky remarks and idiotic plans to take over the world. Or at least the city. The world was his end goal, but in order to do that he needed to succeed at taking over the city first and so far he had failed. Mainly, do to you and your teammates interrupting his plans. Though along the way something unexpected happened. He had undoubtedly fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with you. It had annoyed him at first, his mind was constantly enveloped with thoughts of you. Interrupting everything he spent years working on. 

It took him months to come to terms with his unwanted feelings and if he hadn’t snuck into the masked ball held every year at the tower; he probably wouldn’t have. But the second he saw you come down the grand staircase of the ballroom wearing a dress so blue, it put the night sky to shame; he kissed you before he could stop himself. Despite the mask he was wearing you had spotted him in the crowd and led him down an empty hallway when his urges got the best of him causing him to sin. When he pulled away he was shocked just as you were, but he was definitely floored when you had cut his apology short and kissed him again. 

“So you decided to dig up an empty grave for fun?” Vernon pushed his dirt stained hand through his hand, leaving behind little specks of dirt in its wake. “How did you even know this grave would be empty?” 

“It’s mine...well used to be mine. Obviously I’m not dead.” Wonwoo’s nonchalant tone sent shivers up Vernon’s back. Once again he found himself wondering why the hell he always found himself going along with Wonwoo’s schemes. He knew there was a reason. Wonwoo never did anything without calculating all his moves beforehand, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the true reason, more so if he was going to find out soon anyway. His suspicions were confirmed when he caught sight of you. He should’ve known that this was just another one of Wonwoo’s ways to get to you. 

Vernon didn’t understand your relationship with Wonwoo, scientifically it didn’t make sense. In simple terms Wonwoo was hated by everyone and you on the other hand were not. But the two of you had snuck around for years up until the accident five months ago. Ever since then Wonwoo’s spirits were low and he was going mad. If he wasn’t holed up in his tiny room at the apartment he was bent over a desk mumbling to himself, trying to come up with ways in which he could see you again. All of Wonwoo’s attempts before this one had failed and to say he wasn’t surprised to see you sit down, legs hanging over the edge of the grave while looking down at Wonwoo lovingly, he would be lying. Though, he supposed it had to do with the fact that Wonwoo’s grave was dug up. 

“You guys having fun there?” Wonwoo jumped. He rapidly smoothed down his shirt, leaving behind streaks of dirt, and fixed his hair before turning around. A smug smile adorning his features. Vernon shook his head and rolled his eyes. Sometimes he missed the days in which Wonwoo wasn’t in love. 

“Princess what brings you here?” He winked. His clammy hands grew more wet as he leaned against the shovel, before it failed underneath his weight causing him to trip. Seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, the pictures he kept of you and looked at every night did you no justice. For you shined brighter than the stars in the night sky and it always made Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat. 

“Cut the shit Wonwoo, I know you’ve been turning this city upside down at least once a week to get under my skin.” 

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You haven’t been answering my calls, texts or emails.” Wonwoo threw his hands up in disbelief and you rolled your eyes at his ignorance. 

“Apologize, that’s all you had to do and you wouldn’t be here digging your own grave...literally.” You huffed crossing your arms in front of you, ripping your eyes away from his. Suddenly the memory of the accident came lingering back. You knew, given his nature, Wonwoo was calculated. He used his powers to affiliate pain on his victims without moving a muscle to get what he wanted. Though, he had never used it on you, until that night. 

He had been blinded by rage and pain and you had never seen him use so much power in your years of knowing him. It scared you and when you had tried to coax him out of whatever state he was in. He did the one thing he promised he would never do. 

He used his abilities on you. 

Wonwoo sighed before hosting himself out of the hole and taking the empty seat next you. “I wanted to do it in person, but you never showed up.” He looked down at his hands playing with his fingers, twirling the ring on his pinky. His body was consumed with guilt as your screams of agony replayed in his head. Just like they did every night. He had never once felt anything but satisfaction and bliss whenever he used his powers on someone. In fact he loved the way his victims begged him to stop, that was until you were on the receiving end of his torture. 

“You know where I live. It’s a big shiny tower in the center of town. Pretty hard to miss honestly.” The airy playfulness of your voice made his stomach swirl. He truly missed you and not just on nights when the two of you gently explored each other's bodies, but just in general. 

“I know but you know how much I hate the others, especially Joshua. He always has to stick his nose into matters that don’t concern him.” He huffed, flicking a tiny spec of dirt off of his trousers. “And I was scared.” He confessed lowly, shocking Vernon who had now taken it upon himself to sit on the soil filled ground to watch the spectacle in front of him. Wonwoo never admitted his fears and though Vernon sometimes could feel them radiating off him. It was different hearing it come from his friend's mouth. 

“Of Joshua? Dude’s only got super strength and-”

“No of you. I was scared to see you suffer and to turn me away. I was scared that if I did show up putting aside indifference for your friends just to hear you say that you didn’t love me anymore.” Wonwoo let out a deep sigh at the ending of his words. He dropped his shoulders feeling the weight being lifted off them. He felt your body shake next to him and it confused him greatly, even more so when it was followed by your laugh. Though he loved it and missed it greatly. He couldn’t deny the anger he felt towards you as you laughed at his vulnerability. 

Slowly, he felt his heart close up again and brought himself up to his feet faster than he could blink. His feet moved faster than the doubt racing through his veins and your laughter came to a stop. 

He now remembered why he swore to never love again all those years ago. 

“Wonwoo, wait come back.” You hurried to your feet, smoothing down the creases on your leggings. Vernon copied your movements. He could sense the fear coming from your body, and it overwhelmed his senses. Behind his soft eyes he quietly told you to hurry before Wonwoo did something he wasn’t supposed to. Even though Wonwoo always did without planning ahead of time, there were a few instances where he didn’t care and acted carelessly. And he found himself fearing more for your heart rather than his friend's safety. 

You sighed tugging on the sleeves of your sweatshirt before turning around and ran after the only man you had ever loved. You passed many tombstones, silently paying your respects until you stopped in the middle of a small clearing, home to one familiar tombstone and Wonwoo. His hands in his pocket, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth chewing down on his teeth. 

“After she died, I promised her I wouldn’t love anyone again.” He whispered, “but then you came along and ruined it.” He turned his head, his eyes glossy with wanted tears. “Do you know how much I beat myself up every day for what I did to her. For what I did to you. I hate myself for it, I hate that I can inflict pain on everyone else but myself because I’m not one that should be suffering, not everyone else.” 

By now he had finally let his tears go. They raced down his cheeks rapidly and it shattered your heart. 

“It hurts me that you think that way about yourself. She didn’t die because of you, you tried to save her and-”

“I was too late.” Wonwoo snorted and rolled his eyes. He stared intently at the tombstone in front of him, reading his little sister’s name over and over again, letting it burn feverishly inside his mind. He missed her dearly and sometimes he wondered why you never told him anything about the conversations you would have with her whenever she visited you. But you had told him that it was a family secret between the two of you and he never questioned you again because you had used the word family and it made him feel all giddy inside.

“Let me talk Wonwoo.” You said closing the gap between you and Wonwoo. You grabbed his face in your hands and wiped away his tears with the pad of your thumb. He had always been there to comfort you on your lowest days. His sweet words and warmth grounded you back onto the Earth, but you had never gotten the opportunity to do the same to him. He always kept himself closed off and reserved. It had taken almost a year into your secret, not so secret relationship for him to tell you about his sister’s unfortunate death and a few more months after that for him to say that he loved you. Despite all those small passing moments of vulnerability he had never once cried in front of you. 

“I love you and you’re stupid for thinking that I would love you any less because of what happ-”

“I hurt you though,” Wonwoo cut you off, earning a ground shattering glare from you that sent shivers up his spine. “Sorry you can continue.” He whispered. 

“Thank you.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him freeze. You were the strangest person he had ever had the pleasure in knowing because normal people would never be as comfortable as you were in his presence. “I know the kind of person you are Wonwoo, through this cold exterior there is the most loving and sensible person I have ever known. I mean, baby, you spent a whole day sulking because you forgot to water your plant.” 

“You gave me that plant for my birthday, therefore he’s our child.” 

“This is exactly my point, you have the biggest of anyone I have ever known. Unfortunately, you have been dealt a bad hand in life and I really don’t understand your obsession with taking over the world. But you’re not a monster.” 

“I hurt people though, sometimes for fun.” He whispered against your skin. In the midst of your speech he had given in and circled his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving the two of you in an awkward and uncomfortable position. 

“And who are those people?”

“Bad people.”

“Exactly baby, they’re the scum of the Earth and you have helped stop them.” 

“Okay, but that doesn’t make me a hero. I’m just doing what you guys can’t do. On top of that Joshua’s super strength is useless, he only gets praised because he’s hot.” Wonwoo finished and raised his head, smirking. He sent you a playful wink, tears long forgotten, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Mingyu takes forever to get ready, but that’s besides the point. You’re not a monster so stop treating yourself like one.” 

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pouted batting his eyelashes at you. 

“Yes you big idiot.” 

“Then...why haven’t you kissed me yet?” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises, making you laugh. “Hey I’m waiting and you know I’m impatient.” He spoke through pouted lips as he leaned in closer, his lips hovered over yours teasingly until you finally caved and kissed him. He sighed happily against your mouth and deepened the kiss. He had spent five months without the feeling of your touch and it scared him that he would forget how it felt. Yet, now as he kissed you with everything in him he realized he hadn’t and it overjoyed him to the point in which he accidentally let out a moan; making you pull away quickly and eyeing him down. 

“Control yourself, your sister, her friends and Vernon are here.” You scolded making him pout. 

“I’m sorry, i just...I still remember the way you taste, and I got excited.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Before he could plant his lips on yours again he was met with your hand pushing him away. He whined as you tore his arms away from your waist, his body growing cold. “Nooo, one more kiss.” He reached out making grabby hands at you like a child. Instead of giving into what he wanted you turned and started walking away, “Wait, where are you going?” He stumbled against his own feet before following you. 

“Home.” You looked over at him and stuffed your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. “You have a grave to cover up with Vernon.” 

“But I haven’t seen you in five months, just give me five more minutes please.” 

“Wonwoo you just didn’t look hard enough baby.” You said giving him a knowing smirk before leaning over, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He felt his eyes grow in realization as everything started to click in his head. If what you had hinted was the truth and you had shown up to every single sight he had caused trouble in, then he had to give it to you. You were a lot more clever than you led on. “Don’t think about it too hard, I’ll leave my window open for you.” You smiled widely giving his cheek a pat and disappeared through the trees. 

“You live on the twenty fourth floor.” He yelled after you, his hands falling down at his side in defeat. He heard someone snort next to him and suddenly he remembered that Vernon was there silently observing everything, just like always did. 

“Figure it out baby, you always do.”

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