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kdj-225 · 2 years

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OH OH JAY-NIM IF YOU'RE STILL TAKING PROMPTS CAN YOU WRITE ABOUT THE OLDER!KDJ AND YOUNGER!YJH AU BUT WITH KDJ INTERACTING WITH YMA??? I wanna know how YMA feels about KDJ in this AU 🥺 I feel like KDJ would pamper and spoil YMA as much as he can in this AU, even when he was younger 🥺🥺

[ahhh I had too much fun writing this short thing, thank you so much for the prompt!!!! YMA is truly the cutest wahh 😭💖💖💖]

For those who missed it, here's the first part!

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“Oppa.”

Dokja blinks sleepy eyes open at the sound of a little girl’s voice, and finds Yoo Mia toddling over to him. She’s so, so tiny, it’s almost scary to look after her…

But Joonghyuk lets him into his home to escape his relatives, so this is the least he can do.

“Mia-yah,” he greets, smiling when she successfully reaches him. Chubby arms splaying out over his chest, chubby legs bumping against the bed—she’s so adorable, it makes him wonder how similarly Joonghyuk must have looked when he was a baby.

“Oppa,” she grumbles. “Get up.”

“I don’t want to,” he sighs. He rolls over until he’s on his side, facing her. “I wanna sleep.”

“No.”

“Wow, you sound like Joonghyukie.”

She brightens up at his words, round cheeks emphasized with the force of her grin. So tiny, and yet, already a brocon…that’s going to be dangerous in the future, isn’t it?

“Let’s sleep,” he whines, closing his eyes again.

She smacks a chubby hand onto his face. Ow.

“That’s mean,” he says, squinting his eyes open to look at her. Those round eyes of hers stare down at him like he’s an ant, and he huffs out a breath. Isn’t she too young to be influenced in such a bad way by Yoo Joonghyuk? That little brat, what is he teaching his baby sister? “You shouldn’t hit people like that, Mia-yah.”

“You were rude first,” she grumbles. “Don’t ignore me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were trying to sleep!”

Her nose scrunches up, lower lip wobbling like she’s going to cry. Of course, he panics; this is Joonghyuk’s little sister, and he doesn’t want to make her sad. “Ohh no, no no,” he says in a rush, sitting up—

And immediately crumpling down with a groan, only barely managing to support himself up with a hand to the bed’s edge. Shit, he shouldn’t have sat up so quickly. How could he have gotten so dizzy just from that? How weak is he?

“Oppa? Oppa!”

“S’fine, I just got dizzy,” he says, closing his eyes to ward off the dizzying sight of the world flashing black and colorful in front of him. He waves a hand in dismissal at Mia’s worrying. “Uhh, this oppa is still tired, so maybe Mia can play here with me instead.”

“...okay.”

She climbs up onto the bed with him with no prompting, before gently urging him down onto his back with small hands patting at his chest. “Um, Mia-yah..?”

“Sleep,” she insists, successfully managing to push him down. What ridiculous strength from a child. Through his squinty-eyed vision, he can see her glaring at him. “Oppa, you’re too weak.”

Damn. That’s more painful than a smack from her, to be honest.

“I’m not that bad…”

“You are.”

Ugh. These horrible siblings, just because they’re ridiculously smart for their age…

“Oppa,” she says again.

He keeps his eyes closed. He’s petty, what can he say? “Mm.”

“You should take care of yourself.”

Something tells him that Mia’s face must look really sincere right now. That she must be serious about this, or maybe even worried about him.

It’s exactly why he doesn’t open his eyes.

“I am,” he says.

“Liar.”

He laughs, raising both hands to rub at his closed eyes. “Maybe. But I’m doing what I can.”

“...do better.”

“Again, sounding just like Joonghyukie.”

He wheezes out a breath when he feels the sudden weight falling upon his chest. When he opens his eyes to check, Mia is already resting on top of him, arms folded underneath her chin as she squints at him in seeming disappointment. “What? You’re a little heavy.”

“My oppa doesn’t say that.”

“That’s because he’s your oppa who spoils you.”

“And you don’t?”

“Hey now…”

“Dokja-oppa,” she says again. Those eyes of hers are huge, still so innocent, he feels guilty enough to look away. She’s just a baby, and yet, why is she the one trying to look after him like this? He can’t be this pathetic.

“Dokja-oppa.”

“Yes?”

“Take care of my oppa.”

He looks back at her, confused. All of a sudden? “Joonghyukie? I mean, he can take care of himself just fine—”

“I’m talking about you.”

“Huh?”

She buries the lower half of her face behind her folded arms, gaze looking away from him. Blurrily, he can make out hints of pink on her cheeks…is she blushing?

“You’re my oppa too. So, take care of him for me.”

“...ah.”

She glares at him. “Yes?”

He looks back.

Then, he smiles. It feels awkward on his mouth, a little too big for his preference, but he can’t help it.

Isn’t she being too cute right now?

“Okay.”

She holds out her hand to his face, pinky finger extended. “Promise?”

Well.

He raises his own hand, and curls his pinky finger with hers. Even if not for himself, maybe he can try just for her.

“Promise, Mia-yah.”

#kim dokja pov #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #fanfic #my writing #request #yoo mia #kim dokja

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lizhly-writes · 3 years

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there’s something wrong

roleswap x canon, I guess! that is, both kdj and yjh think that they’re dealing with the protagonist of their favorite novel. they’re both wrong!

“We have to make it a little further,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, just a little desperate. The protagonist was supposed to have swept through this area already, so why were there so many demonic people left? It’s as if Kim Dokja hadn’t touched the horde at all.

Behind him, Kim Harin curses. “Hey, what’s all this about?” she screams. “Weren’t we supposed to have a fighting chance? Aren’t the numbers here too much against three people?”

[Sorry,] the supervising dokkaebi says, not sounding particularly sorry. [The difficulty of the scenario was raised since the group ahead of you proceeded before the scenario was ready. It’s no fun if things are too easy, is it?]

“It’s also no fun if we’re wiped out in the first wave, right?” Han Younghwan grits out. He’s already taken a hit; if this goes on for much longer, there’s no way he’ll make it far enough on that leg.

The dokkaebi pauses. [True. Then what about this? I’ll be generous. If you make it halfway to the bridge, I’ll adjust the scenario difficulty back down again. How does that sound?]

“Are you fucking serious? You call that gener—”

“Deal,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, loudly enough to drown out Kim Harin’s voice. It’s no good arguing with a dokkaebi. They’ve all seen the results on national television.

[Good! I’ll leave you to it then!]

“Great!” says Kim Harin. “Now we’ll only maybe die.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Han Younghwan says. “Me, on the other hand—”

Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t have a stigma or skill that can deal with this. He’s got coins from dealing with that terrorist, but even if he spends everything he has, it might not be enough to get through. They’re not actually doing badly right now — the start of the scenarios has still given everyone a boost — but they can’t keep this up forever.

Far ahead of them, there’s a figure struggling to deal with the oncoming hordes. It’s a salaryman, average in all forms, panting as he throws himself out of the way of black-ether enhanced limbs. There’s no way that isn’t Kim Dokja. But if that’s Kim Dokja, what’s with this situation? He should have been able to take care of this entire horde without a problem.

There’s something wrong.

“Shut up shut up shut up,” Kim Harin says viciously. “We’re going to make it out alive if I have to kill every single one of these fuckers with my bare hands. Look, there’s this skill I have, I don’t know what it does, but if I just look at the name, maybe—”

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[Character, ‘Kim Harin’, has used stigma, ‘Bacchanalia Lv. 1’! ]

The onslaught of demonic people slows. Their movements become clumsy and swaying. Some of them collapse onto the ground, some walk in dizzied circles, and the ones still trying to attack — well, they’re easy enough to avoid now.

Kim Dokja wipes sweat off his brow and contemplates the three people in front of him. Yoo Joonghyuk, he expected. But the other two… no. Yoo Joonghyuk was supposed to come alone. Yoo Joonghyuk was supposed to be strong enough to come alone, but that clearly wasn’t the case here. Even when Kim Dokja had been similarly occupied, he’d been able to see that even with these two other characters, they’d been having a hard time. There was no way that this Yoo Joonghyuk could have slaughtered the entire horde, like Kim Dokja had expected. If that woman, that ‘Kim Harin’, hadn’t used her stigma, it would be likely they wouldn’t have made it.

There’s something wrong.

“Harin-ssi,” the other unexpected character says, hurrying to Kim Harin’s side. ‘Han Younghwan,’ apparently, according to the Character List. “Harin-ssi, are you okay?”

“Thaaaat’s so much better than I thought would happen,” Kim Harin slurs, landing on her knees with a hard thud. “Bacchanalia, you know, that’s — that’s a sex thing. Thought we might end up with. With a sex party. A zombie sex party. That would be gross.”

“You,” says Yoo Joonghyuk.

Kim Dokja turns his head just enough to see Yoo Joonghyuk staring at him, eyes narrowed.

Han Younghwan snaps to attention. “Another survivor?” he says, just as guarded and suspicious.

“There’s no need to look at me with that much hostility,” Kim Dokja says mildly. “I’m just thankful that your companion activated that skill, I wouldn’t have made it out either if she hadn’t, you know?”

Kim Harin flaps a hand absently in his direction. “Don’t mention it,” she says. “Just don’t try to kill us or anything and it’ll be fiiiiiiine.”

“I don’t have a reason to do anything like that,” Kim Dokja says. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to do anything until I crossed this bridge.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Han Younghwan says.

“It’s a Deus Ex Machina called the Even Bridge, you can only cross it in even numbers. I can’t cross it by myself, you know? If you’re really suspicious, we can all cross at the same time.”

“Is that so,” says Yoo Joonghyuk.

…

This isn’t right. Yoo Joonghyuk expected the Deus Ex Machina. But in the novel, it wasn’t the ‘Even Bridge’ that Kim Dokja had let his companions cross without him, but the ‘Tragedy of Three Bridge’ — a bridge of light that only let people cross in groups of three.

There is something very wrong here.

#orv #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #yjh #kdj #my writing #everything #roleswap au #roleswap x canon #mentally i've been referring to this as double roleswap au #but then i realized that wasn't accurate #what IS a double roleswap #isn't that just... not roleswap?#i'm still going to refer to this as double roleswap au in my head tho because it's so much catchier than roleswap x canon

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wavesmp3 · 3 years

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[yjh] are you happy?

jeonghan x reader post-apocalyptic au | wc. 2.3k | warnings: death, gore a/n: originally posted as a tbz fic as a fake title request, so thank you to the anon who sent in this title

time has a funny way of waxing and waning through your life. it slows and stops for years and years and years. and then it's running past you, a blur of moments painted before you in hues of pink and blue. time was slow when the rekshi came. when they appeared five years ago, stealing the scream from your lips and people from your life. you swear time stopped when they got seungcheol. and sometimes it feels like time hasn't restarted since. like you're still stuck in that moment, the stench of gasoline, the rekshi's screech, seungcheol's. burned flesh smells terrible--you know that now. people, no matter how small, have a lot of blood. you know that too. you learned about amnesia after trauma in a psychology class seven years ago. you wish it'd happen to you already. that you could wake up and forget all of it. every wretched second of the time that hasn't moved since the rekshi took seungcheol from you.

but then again, time isn't always so unbearably still. other times it's quick, like a bullet. like disaster. it's knocking your door down and pushing you against the wall, gun to your head and knife to your throat. time can be faster than any car or ship or aircraft. it's faster than you can run. faster than anyone. but the funny thing about time is that once it does finally start, it doesn't know how to stop.

time re-started, a year after seungcheol and five days after meeting jeonghan through a close call with a rekshi that you just barely saved him from. near-death experiences do that to people. bind them together like red threads of fate. "it's a good thing we don't meet a lot of people then," you had told jeonghan, five days on the road with him and the soulmate metaphor still falling off his lips.

"why's that?"

"everyday is near death."

he had laughed. and you swear that alone made time start again. a distant ticking of a clock buried under the sound of his giggle.

and time hasn't really slowed down since. it didn't slow when you told him about seungcheol nor did it when he told you about joshua. time doesn't even hesitate when you kiss jeonghan for the first time, doesn't stop to breathe when he kisses you back. it doesn't pause when you and jeonghan meet seokmin. and when the rekshi take seokmin, the same sickening way as seungcheol, time only seems to speed up.

"no one else." you whisper against jeonghan's neck one night, a month after seokmin. a vow to yourself between the lines of your request to him. a vow to never make yourself feel that pain again. "only us two from now on."

"okay." he whispered back, just as solemnly, just as heartbroken, just as lost. "only us."

the mutual promise is broken by you and him five months after that night. but neither of you could turn away when the little girl asked for help, neither of you could walk away when it was so obvious that she had nowhere else to go.

but even then, time doesn't slow down. time doesn't stop or break or pause when the rekshi get her too, a year after you both found her. time doesn't wait for you to catch up. you want to take your fist and shatter the entire concept. you want to take the entire idea of time in your arms and throw it off the tallest cliff in the farthest corner of the world. you want to be something else altogether, something beyond time. unaffected by it.

things change after the little girl goes. a gut-wrenching realization that lands like a rock in the pit of your stomach when jeonghan's laugh no longer manages to bury the ticking clock. jeonghan laughs, and you can only wonder how much longer you have with him. it's been three years now, almost as long as you had seungcheol before the rekshi came.

you remember what he said to you all those years ago, when you were both still strangers, before you knew his heart like your childhood home, before his name sounded like prayer slipping off your tongue. you remember how he said near-death experiences bind people together like the mythical red threads of fate. is that what it means to be bound to someone? is a soulmate, for all its nuance, simply just the person by your side in the face of death? to stare death in the eyes like an old friend with his hand in yours?

you remember what you said after. how everyday was near-death. and when you said that, you thought you had no more than a year left in you. that even if you had managed to survive past the rekshi, you wouldn't have survived your own head. give it a year, you had told yourself a week before meeting jeonghan, a year before grief wraps me like a blanket and suffocates me with its falsely warm arms. it had been a dramatic sentiment, you were dramatic back then and sometimes you still are. but you believed it. and you kept on believing it until a year had passed. seokmin still alive and you still alive too. grief hadn't encompassed like you thought it would. instead, it slithered away the way the cold does between february and march. a surprisingly warm day. and then another. and then it's may and you're laying in the sand with jeonghan under the sun. seokmin gone, but still not cold. not the way you were after seungcheol at least. you lay beside jeonghan, eyes closed and relishing in the light of the sun, and wondering when grief stopped being a weighted blanket that sat on your chest and threatened to crush your lungs. you wonder when grief became a small presence that sits at your feet, unbothered, until you decide to take it your arms and hold the freezing thing against your cheek and heart. you wonder when grief stopped being the default. when it became a choice, not one made to feel sad, but rather, one made to remember.

that day, in the sand and under the may sun, you remember turning to jeonghan and saying it was more than soulmates. he was more than just bound to you and especially not by some wavering red thread. he was your air. your water. the sound of laughter. a reason to keep on running after time. someone to hand the cold weight of grief to, passing it back and forth like kids playing catch, someone to hug when you held it for too long. someone to remind you to set grief back down and that it's okay to occasionally forget about the lives that were. about seokmin and seungcheol. someone to catch you when you spend too long staring at the grief by your feet, someone to push your chin up and tell you to look at the sun. look ahead. look at me. someone to say don't go. someone to stay for.

but that was nearly two years ago. that was before the little girl. before he looked at her and saw what you see in him. things change after the little girl, but it's less to do with you and more to do with jeonghan. more to do with the fact that the girl is gone and you aren't enough to stick around for.

"stop the car." you say one day, abruptly, the words coming out like a confession. he does. as suddenly as you said it.

you're out of the car immediately. running through a field of tall grass and white flowers. you run and run and run. it's been five years since rekshi appeared, not much less since they took seungcheol. four years since you met jeonghan. three since seokmin died. a little over one since the girl. you run past those memories, collecting them in your arms, carrying each of them, their burdening weight slowing you down because you can't breathe anymore. so you do the next most reasonable thing. you grab the grief at your feet and swallow it, let it inflate your lungs. then you keep running. the field is infinite like time. but you run, never faltering, ripping out the grass accidently, tearing every moment of the past five years apart. and then you stop. at the edge of the cliff. at the rim of the word. you stand in the face of death and beside time itself. finally you've caught up to it. finally you gather it in your arms, fit the seconds between the memories and throw them all off the edge of the world.

you remember a documentary you watched once. you don't remember when you watched it, but you remember it now, at the edge of the world while watching time fall. the documentary was about buffaloes, how they travel in herds and fall off cliffs together. how they must not know what they're doing. how they must be blindly following the buffalo in front. you wish to be like that now. to run and throw yourself off the side of this cliff and have it not be a choice. you've spent so long chasing after time, that now, it almost feels natural to run off the edge of the world behind it. it feels like the only thing left to do. to follow the one before you and fall.

"don't jump!" you hear jeonghan scream from behind you.

you turn and he's already running towards you, through the field you just tore through, the same one you just stripped bear. he runs to you like he could hear how much you were thinking about the jump--or more accurately--thinking about the fall.

"don't jump." he repeats, breathlessly, coming to a stop ten paces away from you. too far away. he looks scared. hesitant. as if he knows that if he comes any closer you just might. "please. don't jump."

neither of you say anything after that. you stand facing jeonghan and your back turned to the edge of the world. you both stand in a field beyond the rest of the world and beyond time. you both stand like you're the only two people who matter. and maybe that's not just a stupid simile. maybe that's the truth.

you step towards him once. twice. a third time. he doesn't move. he stands seven paces away from you now, but it feels like worlds apart. like he's at one end and you're at the other.

finally, you ask, "would you?"

and a timeless silence follows.

despite the world between him and you, you still hear every break in his voice when he chokes out, "it's just been so long."

he falls to his knees.

and you cross the world to get to him. you've always been willing to.

he cries next to the flowers. face half covered by the grass. you stand above him. wondering whether he wishes he was like a buffalo too. wondering if he's waiting for you to fall so that he can follow. for how long have you both been standing at the edge and refusing to fall off for each other?

"jeonghan," you kneel down in front of him, "where did you go?"

"i knew her." he sobs. you stare at him. "the girl. she was from my hometown. she didn't remember me. she was so young, but i remembered her. and i knew her mother and her sister. i knew. and it felt like she was untouched by this world, that they couldn't touch her. she gave me hope. like we weren't just sitting and waiting for death, like maybe there's an end to all this. but she's gone. in my head she was invincible. but still, the rekshi got her. and they got seokmin and joshua and everyone. and i don't want to wait for them to get you too."

you don't say anything. you sit in front of him silently. waiting for the flowers to soak up his sobs. you wait for him. long enough for your memories to have crawled back up from the edge of the world and take their place beside you. the girl was his seungcheol, a tether to life before. you're beyond time. have spent the past four or so years chasing after it, and finally today you caught up and threw it away. all this time, you thought jeonghan was right behind you, running after time, after you. but you were wrong. he's been stuck in time since the rekshi got her. and before he could catch up to it, you threw it off the ends of earth. you look behind you. you wait for the time you flung past the cliff to crash. and then you wait for a new clock to start clicking. you laugh, for a number of reasons, but mainly to drown the sound of it.

time is a funny thing. you always thought it waxed and waned, slowed down and sped up. but really, time is a circle with you in the center. and time is the only thing standing between you and jeonghan.

you take the grief at his feet and place it next to the memories beside you. you hold his frozen grief in your hands the same way he's done before with yours.

"deja vu." he mutters, like he can see what you're doing. but he can't. there is no tangible grief for you to hold. it's a metaphor.

"are you happy?"

he sighs. "i was. i am. it's just--"

"no. jeonghan." you take his face in your hands, holding him in your palms. this isn't a metaphor. in a world of things that are, this is real. "are you happy?"

he must hear the clock ticking. he frowns. "are you?"

a/n: there are probably so many typos in this, i apologize, if anyone thinks i should expand on this then lmk cause ngl i am toying with the idea

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #jeonghan fanfic #seventeen #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan scenarios #svt scenarios #svt fanfic #kpop fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #mine #are you happy?#lowqualityseventeen #omg i havent used that tag in so long. miss my lowqualityseveneen days

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wovenstarlight · 3 years

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⭐️💫⭐️ \o/

(ask for author's commentary on a section of my writing!)

FDBJDKGLGFN OH SHIT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO ANSWER.... uhhhhhh [frantically looks through fics] OH YES I HAVE ONE

ok so this is from fire-forged! the fic i wrote for sona about an ORV dragon AU! wherein hsy and kdj are raised by dragons and yjh is a royal knight out on an unknown quest. i wanna talk about yjh perspective in this scene

That’s it. In a fit of irritation, she reaches out when he comes near again, and she smacks his ear. He twists immediately, snapping at her fingers in a very non-human reflex. Then he freezes mid-bite, looking extremely confused. And. The eyes. The hair. The magic. Oh. That’s… that’s where she knows that voice from. “Han Sooyoung?” Yoo Joonghyuk has gone from confused to vaguely alarmed. It’s not very obvious, but she knows how to read his tone. (She never forgot.) “Are you crying?” “I’m fine. Listen, when—” She chokes on a breath. “How old did you say you were?” “Why do you—” He stares at her for a second. “I’m twenty-eight. Is there a problem?” He’s walking towards her now, a cautious look on his face. “Should I call one of the—” “No,” she hears herself say. “No, it’s fine. See ya around. My brother’s on his way. Tell him I said to be nice to you.” She turns and she walks away.

(discussion under the cut)

this part is when hsy figures out that yjh is 99% likely the reincarnation of her childhood dragon friend joonhyun, right. and i was very amused while writing this because hsy is canonically 2 years or so younger than yjh but here i made her at least a couple years older which means she has Eternal Noona Rights. and the concept of yjh being told to call her noona instead of Han Sooyoung (derogatory) made me literally lose it while i was writing this part

LIKE YOU KNOW HE WOULDN'T DO IT UNTIL WAY LATER AND HE'D BE REALLY MAD ABOUT IT THE WHOLE TIME it would 100% be noona (derogatory) because he just, talks like that. but aNYway the POINT was,

yjh was bitchy throughout this whole interaction because he's not been getting sleep from Plot Related Shit giving him weird dreams and also they'd been riding a fair while before they got here and he was all sore and achy, and on top of that hsy was (derogatory)ing at him with every word she spoke, so he was in a Bad Mood bad mood, yeah? not functioning at full capacity. so when he almost bites hsy he literally has a moment where he's like SURELY I WASN'T IN THAT BAD A MOOD and genuinely is about to apologize? with like, a not-quite-apology but you can tell he's a little regretful

AND THEN HSY STARTS CRYING ON HIM AND HE'S SO TAKEN ABACK THAT HE FORGETS TO BE POLITE AND APOLOGETIC AND JUST GOES "ARE YOU CRYING" in the worlds MOST incredulous tone

which, like, rude. and he's like Yeah my chances of being well received are dropping by the minute i should appear at least vaguely concerned for her wellbeing so he tries to approach her to calm her down but Oops she left!

yjh stews in his extreme confusion and vague regret and lingering irritation for like half an hour and then storms off back to the inn he's staying at in the village where ysa's dropped by and is convincing his party members to unionize. then kdj shows up within the next 10 minutes, having heard that He Made Noona Cry, and on TOP of that he also literally wasn't there when kdj came to find him, so like. kdj mad in the.... have you seen that post which is like "i love when it's busy at starbucks and the gay baristas get mean"? that sense

and i did mention like a few paragraphs later that he changed his name as a kid but to be entirely clear dragon'sblood!yjh is a trans guy

also also because you sent two stars technically,

Her dragon sister and brother begin swearing at her, both telepathically and out loud. Yeomryong tilts back his head and raises slow hands to slip off his mask. He’s crying, she realizes with a jolt, but he has a smile on his face as he stares up at her. He mouths something. It looks a bit like sister.

he's, uh. he's saying "i hate my fucking sisters."

[jazz hands]

#work: dragon's blood in my veins #answered #obstinaterixatrix #star.txt #its cause both hsy and uriel pulled this shit on him the first time they figured it out and he's like #Can You Bitches Show Off Without Almost Dying For FIVE MINUTES #hes laughing a little bit too! but hsy can't see it from that far up #she spotted the glint of his tear tracks which is how she could tell #thank you for sending asks im sorry it always takes me like a month to respond T-T #orv #han sooyoung #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #abyssal black flame dragon #thinking abt part 2 where its revealed how the fuck joonhyun got to be joonghyuk.... The Lore Is So Tasty I Can't Wait #yjh trans hsy cis with a question mark and meanwhile kdj's gender is like. dragon(query) ykwim

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mieohmy · 3 years

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drafts... // yjh

to start with: hi everyone again 💕 you can probably tell by the title but sometimes I can’t write shit so I have a bunch of wips/horrible writings that I’ll never finish or just straight up hate -which means I’ll just post them so they can rot away and I never have to look at them again(and no they are not proofread) 🙂

D I S C O N T I N U E D

yoon jeonghan x matchmaker!reader

genre: fluff, humor, angst, strangers-to-lovers?

warnings: cursing

wc: 1.9k

summary: yoon jeonghan- your toughest matchmaking customer yet. flash forward thirteen dates and still insatiable. your only choice is to further investigate the reason behind all his failed attempts....but maybe it’s because he only wants you?

“How was your last date?”

He leans back with a bored sigh. “Uninteresting. She looked like her face was gonna melt with all that makeup on.”

And as much as you were starting to ‘dislike’ his presence here, yoon jeonghan was still your client and a fucking funny one at that.

You press your lips to prevent the laughter and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the shake of your head to collect your thoughts.

If there was anyone else in the room, literally anyone, they would’ve known exactly who jeonghan wanted really to go on a date with. (Hint hint: actually- no. you don’t even need one.)

“Well, i know she wasn’t the best choice, but we’re running out of options.” You hated forfeiting, but this guy was truly giving a run for your money.

“Are there other choices? Anyone?”

You rub your temple in frustration, scrolling through the options of contenders.

Honestly, you had no clue why he was constantly coming back to your office.

If you’re just gonna reject and complain about every girl, then why are you still here?

But you are indeed a professional- so the only thing you do is smile that polite worker smile and say, “Okay then. There’s another available person that’s willing to go out. Should we try one more time?”

The look on jeonghan’s face is unreadable. It almost makes you nervous. Does he.... does he not want to-?

“Okay,” he simply states.

When he gets up to leave, your eyebrows furrow. But you didn’t have the time to dwell on his strange action when his voice interrupts your further thoughts.

“Just text me the details. I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait-! You don’t even know anything about them....” your voice falters.

After a solid five minutes of making sure he was truly gone, you whip out your phone, furiously typing for the familiar contact on the screen.

“...yes?”

“Josh, I’m fucking quitting my job and moving to Alaska.”

There’s a pause.

“Is it that one guy again?? Jungle juice or whatever?”

“..... his name isn’t even hard to pronounce, and yes. More than 13 dates and jeonghan hasn’t found a single match. You know how stubborn I am but maybe it’s time to give up. I mean, is he just extremely picky or what?? I don’t get it.”

You spin circles in your chair, a perfect representation of how your mind felt.

“I don’t know y/n... could the problem might not be his dates but more him instead?”

The chair stops. “Him? What do you mean?”

The voice on the other line suddenly gets quieter. “I dunno, maybe there’s something wrong with junkyard and that’s why no one wants to date him?

The urge to correct him again is strong but the newfound thought distracts you.

“Huh.... Joshua, you might be onto something. I’ve never had problems with my clients being straight up horrible at dating though. But then again, thirteen failed dates and not a single success?”

You stare at the twirling ceiling. “But he must really want to find love, why else would he keep asking for my services?”

Joshua’s voice turns suspicious. “You’re right... why else would he keep coming back to you?”

You snap your fingers, the perfect plan in mind. “I’m a genius, josh. I’ll take him out to really see what’s been happening on all the dates. Then we can figure out the problem.”

“So... you’re saying you’re gonna ask him out on a date to see what he’s been doing wrong on his other dates?”

The chair squeaks. “Oh. Uh. I guess so?”

“Okay.... just be careful. See you later.” There’s a certain edge to his voice that you notice.

After the call ends with a beep, you stare at the black phone screen.

Did josh mean something when he said that?

Shrugging it off, you text jeonghan a few minutes later, surprised when he responds almost immediately.

You hesitantly tell him the reason for the so-called “date”, not expecting him to agree so quickly.

“Jeonghan, I-“ you stop and instead pass him as many tissues as you can, purposely avoiding looking at him and his very much see through shirt.

After a tense silence of just cleaning up, you mutter, “Did you really not wear anything underneath?”

He laughs. “So you were looking?”

“Haha, funny. And no. But when a mad person throws a drink at your white shirt, what do you expect?”

You soften, helping him with all the used wet napkins. You admire his strength to stay calm and not get angry in a situation like this.

“Are you really okay though? Do you have a jacket or anything to cover up with?”

He shakes his head.

Coughing, you reach behind you, giving jeonghan a sheepish look.

“Well, I brought mine?”

Once you reach your car, you finally bring up what’s been buried in the back of your brain for quite a while, actually.

“Jeonghan.”

He looks at you curiously, your jacket still draped around him.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

You exhale, trying your best to seem unaffected and upbeat.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can help you anymore.”

His heart stops.

“...what did you say?”

“I think we should stop the whole matchmaking stuff, whatever this is. It’s not working out, which was obviously proven today. How many dates has it been? Why waste your time when we both know that it’s most likely not going to lead to anything?”

You smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “I suggest you find someone else to assist you if you’re that desperate for love. Once again, I’m sorry.”

Even with the feeling of defeat making you sink inside lower and lower, there was just simply nothing else you could do.

And jeonghan watches as you drive off, leaving him alone in the parking lot. The jacket -no, your jacket still wrapped around him, but suddenly it feels a lot colder than before.

But when you thought jeonghan finally left your life for good, he shows up once again, this time at your house.

What’s even worse is that it’s late at night and pouring outside. And you were stuck at home in possible the most embarrassing and ratty clothes to be caught wearing.

“What the hell jeonghan? What are you doing here?”

You examine his soaked body, aghast.

“I came to see you. And return your jacket, but mostly to see you.”

“Did you walk in the rain or something? Go back home. It’s so late -you must be crazy.

“No.”

His hard-set expression only makes you more frustrated.

“Listen. If you’re looking for more help, I can’t do anything. You- yoon jeonghan- are my hardest customer. I really don’t know what you want from me. I’ve tried everything and nothing’s worked.”

You can tell he’s getting increasingly annoyed, eyebrows furrowing and teeth gritting.

That causes you to sigh, arms crossing and uncrossing.

“I’m sorry. You’re just a case I can’t help. It-”

“The case isn’t about me. The case is that I’m in love with you.”

His voice is strained and controlled, like he’s barely able to hold it back.

.....huh?

You stare at each other for a solid minute.

Then comes the uncomfortable feeling of his eyes boring into yours and you feel the urge to close the door.

Unfortunately, that’s the one time your body actually listens to your brain and you swing the door shut in his face.

Even more unfortunately, it takes a minute for you to come back to your senses and let out a horrified, muffled scream.

Your hands scramble to reopen the door again.

There’s no one in sight, only the rain still coming down strong.

“Jeonghan?” you call out tentatively.

You walk out under the safety of your front porch, glancing for any sign of him.

After a couple more seconds of no results, you sigh and turn around to go back inside-

“Oh my god jeonghan.” He was to the side of your door, barely out of your peripheral view.

Jeonghan looks up from his small huddled position on the ground.

The sight of him looking like an abandoned puppy makes your heart squeeze.

Coughing, you attempt to smile feebly.

“I’m so sorry. Please come inside? It’s raining hard and you’re very much wet.”

Luckily he doesn’t protest much and follows you in. You force him to take a shower while you dry his clothes. There was some spare clothes found that might possibly fit him? It was better than nothing. You really did not want to see nothing. you don’t think you could handle that.

It all makes sense. Why he kept coming back to you. Why he was so eager to go out on that fake date with you, even if it was only an experiment.

But that’s not the real question. The real question is, how did you feel?

When the bathroom door finally opens, you start from your anxious seat on the couch.

But when he sits next to you, you slowly feel a wave of anger course through your body-no matter how good he looked.

“Are you stupid?”

His effort to dry his hair with the towel stops with your words.

He only stares at you.

You stand up, snatching the towel from jeonghan and beginning to dry his hair for him.

Quite forcefully, he notes.

Jeonghan heats up from your touch, noticeably getting softer and gentler. On the other hand, you were very much annoyed while also focusing on drying his hair to your best ability.

“Who the hell just goes in the rain like that? And shows up at someone else’s house without notice? And then proceeds to confess their love for them?”

Jeonghan says nothing. Eventually, you finish drying his hair and throw the towel to the side.

“How long?” Your voice is tight, attempting to hold back the emotions. But the look in your eyes is different-desperate, curious. You really just want to know.

This. This isnt what you expected. Your job is to find someone perfect for him, and that someone couldn’t possibly be you yourself, right?

Out of all the people in the world, jeonghan only wants you. That one thought is enough to make you shiver.

For the first in a while, jeonghan speaks up. “Since the first time we met.”

“Stop lying. I know for a fact you don’t give a shit about love at first sight.”

He laughs. “That’s why I like you. You get me, my jokes, and pranks. Basically everything I say and do. Ah, and it was like after three failed dates or whatever. What can I say, I really liked seeing your face after all those boring dates.”

It’s hard for you to hold back a smile.

“Alright, since I believe you this time, I guess I’ll accept your confession.”

“Wait, what? You like me back?”

“Well,” your voice cracks and you shoot him a crooked grin. “I don’t know, but we can always try?”

He stifles a laugh at your obvious attempt to hide your shyness, looking back at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Okay. Bet.”

Your head tilts in confusion.

“I bet I can get you to fall in love with me in one week,” he says, trademark smirk pasted on his face.

And jeonghan already knows -you’re not one to back down to challenges.

“Oh, it’s on, lover boy.”

a/n: EWWW ALSKJFASL anyways- sorry for typos and yes there are so many random cuts and scenes (ones i liked and didnt want to delete) that probably make no sense since my unproductive ass doesn’t want to rewrite the whole story-like there is nothing going on with this aHA that’s all :)

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For the Ficlet giveaway: Vet Clinic AU + FitzSimmons in honor of Iain's days playing Young James Herriot

@ronandhermy said: Drabble prompt: The debate over what type of pet to get rages on.

what a cute idea, using YJH for inspiration! I also included the second prompt, too, because it seemed to go so well. ;-)Anniversary Ficlet 2/8.Rated G. FitzSimmons. Vet Clinic AU.

Jemma sighed and rolled her eyes to the side so she was staring pointedly at her husband and fellow veterinary clinic co-owner. “It’s never going to happen.”

Hands busily trying to fix his newest diagnostic machine, Fitz let out a grumble that bordered on a whine. “But if we just advertised in the right places –”

“Zoos don’t bring monkeys to ordinary clinics, Fitz! That’s not how they work!” She threw up her hands, nearly letting the lab coat she was holding fly across the room in her incredulity.

Generally, Fitz took care of the clinic’s technological research and development while Jemma headed up the veterinary duties (along with her assistants), but they both worked together on the actual operation of the clinic itself. That necessitated discussions about the kinds of clients they attracted and accepted (an equal mix of high-end clientele and free care for those who could not afford the kind of treatments their pets certainly deserved). Today, Fitz had apparently decided that they should angle for more monkey clientele, and Jemma was torn between being amused and vaguely exasperated by this idea that he’d taken to like a barnacle to basalt.

“I was just thinking,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken, and she fought to keep a grin off her lips, “that if you got to examine one, I could help!”

“You don’t like the veterinary part of our job,” she reminded him, and he waved a dismissive hand at her.

“I wouldn’t do anything, y’know, with fluids, or – or needles. But what if they need to be calmed down? Monkeys can have high levels of anxiety, y’know, just like humans, and I could be very helpful with that. Give them bananas and that sort of thing.” With a little flourish, he finished making his adjustments and turned to her with a wide-eyed look of hope that almost made her want to give in. Almost. “You’re always saying we need to diversify our clients, to keep the rich ones comin’ so we can afford to treat the rest. People who have monkeys have gotta be rich, right?”

Warmth spread briefly through Jemma’s chest, and once he’d put down his screwdriver she reached out to take Fitz’s hand, feeling their wedding bands slide coolly against each others’ skin. He had been the one to suggest focusing on finding ways to treat pets whose owners couldn’t afford to pay, and even if sometimes his ideas centered around slightly unrealistic things (like an unceasing desire to befriend at least one monkey in his lifetime), his heart truly was always in the right place.

“We can look into exotic pet stores on the east coast,” she said slowly, and his face lit up in excitement. “And you can call the National Zoo, if you want, although I still don’t think that will be fruitful. We can go from there once we have more information.”

“Brilliant,” Fitz breathed, stepping quickly forward to wrap his hands around her arms and plant an enthusiastic kiss on her mouth. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” she retorted cheekily, and leaned up for a sweeter, slower kiss, taking advantage of their rare moment of solitude at the busy clinic. “I wouldn’t agree if I didn’t love you quite so much.”

“I know,” he parroted, her gentle whack on his shoulder not diminishing the brightness of his smile. “And when we go to Borneo for the holidays next year –”

“Ugh, Fitz!” Jemma exclaimed, twisting away from him and towards the door as she figured out his true ulterior motive. “We’re not bringing home a monkey!”

“I’m just saying the extra experience in care wouldn’t hurt.” He traipsed cheerfully behind her, swiftly reaching out to grab the door handle before she could do so and gallantly holding it open for her. “After you, Dr. Simmons-Fitz.”

Sighing, Jemma shook her head as she strode past him into the main room. “You owe me a massage.” She paused before they got anywhere near their other employees, and waited for him to catch up before she spoke again. “A full body one. Feet, too.”

Fitz’s grin morphed from childish glee to something far more mischievous. “At your service.”

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