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daegall · 2 years

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pairing: best friend!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, crack, bff2l!AU

warnings: trespassing into an area

word count: 1.6k words (sheesh)

a/n: for my 1k event ! it might be a little messy and not as good as my other works, but that's because i've been re-writing and editing this for 3 days LOL

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @ficscafe @kflixnet @k-radio @nct-writers + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @addictedtothesummernights <3

"Why exactly are we going through this route again?"

You genuinely don't have any idea what you're doing at 2 in the morning, trespassing into the public swimming pool pass open hours, but you suspect it 100% definitely has something to do with your best friend, who trudges along the edge of the pool.

Donghyuck clicks his tongue throwing you a look. It's a bit dirty, but at the same time it's slightly amused and fond. "I thought you were listening before! We're going to the convenience store because I am craving the fried chicken they have there and I thought you wanted ice cream!"

You indeed, did not hear that before you agreed to go on this little midnight trip with him, but he's right. You are craving ice cream.

You have two reasons why you weren't listening to Donghyuck before. The first, being the fact that the dumbass woke you up at the literal ass crack at night, mumbling stuff you couldn't process after waking up way too early. And the second, being that Lee Donghyuck looked way too cute while waking you up.

Messy hair, pouty lips, and with your favorite sweatshirt you would always borrow from him? Yeah, whatever he was saying was going in one ear and out the other.

"Why… why are we using this route though?"

"Because it's the fastest way there! If we just go through the back door like how we always sneak in, the convenience store is only just a block away."

The sounds of water, gravel beneath your feet, and Donghyuck's voice is almost enough for you to drop asleep right there, but the urge to eat that ice cream is keeping you awake. "Even then, why are we walking? Couldn't you just borrow Mark's car or something?"

A soft huff slips through Donghyuck's lips, before he sighs and chuckles sheepishly. "You really are forgetful when you're sleepy, aren't you?"

Your eyes trail back to Donghyuck, and they have a glint of mischief, and if you're not mistaken, he's kind of looking at you with fondness. It makes your insides churn and your heart flip at the little detail.

"Last time we went for a drive with it I crashed it into old man Kim's fence, remember? You were in the car with me,"

You do remember, you remember it very vividly. He had crashed because there was some ducks crossing the road, and didn't want to crash into them. You remember this so very vividly because, well, it was basically a crash. Also the fact that Donghyuck was asking you if you were okay every 10 seconds, was all over you checking each and every limb to make sure you were okay.

Oh yes, and the 5 brownies you baked the next day (recipe kindly given from Felix Lee, one of Chenle's best buds) as an apology to Mr. Kim.

"Right." You mumble. "Gotta admit though, it was pretty fun," Donghyuck can't help but agree, grinning at your words.

There's a silence after that, though it's not that quiet. The sound of crickets, the pebbles beneath your shoes, the swaying water in the pool, if anything it's the loudest silence you've ever witnessed.

A little detail perks up your attention, and that's the way Donghyuck's foot dangles over the water, the tip of his shoe just barely grazing at the water.

"Hey," You grab at his wrist. "be careful,"

At this, Donghyuck laughs for a moment, grinning at you, before he lightly brushes away your hand off his wrist and moves closer to the pool. He looks back at you, and as expected, you have a sour expression plastered on your face, as you reach back out to grab his hand once again.

"Jesus christ, Donghyuck! You're gonna fall!"

"What, like this?"

Your best friend proceeds to stick one of his legs up, both his arms squirming about in the air. He makes a shocked face, though you know it's completely masked, and a soft gasp slips from his lips.

"Hey!"

Before Donghyuck knows it, he's being dragged back away from the edge of the pool, and is met with your shocked expression. He doesn't miss the slight glint of amusement in your eyes, though. "That was way too close, I'm not saving your ass again if you actually fall, alright?"

And as expected, Donghyuck only cackles at yoru words, before walking back to the edge to repeat the same thing. "What, like this?" He continues moving his limbs around, as if he was falling down, his eyes staying on you as he continues his act.

"Hey! You two!"

A sudden voice pierces through the quiet atmosphere, and in an instant, Donghyuck tumbles into the pool. "SHIT!"

He quickly resurfaces, and is met with you, kneeling by the pool with your arm stuck out towards him. "YOU IDIOT!" Instantly, Donghyuck throws one of his arms up, tangling it with yours, after realizing the pool ladder was just too far away.

"PULL ME UP, PULL ME UP!"

"SHUT UP, I'M TRYING!"

The rattling of the gate opening to your side panics you even more, but looking at the slight grin on Donghyuck's face, it's not as scary as it seems.

It takes about 20 seconds, 2 of your arms, and Donghyuck's pathetic leg flailing for him to finally get out of the pool fully, and only just about 4 second for him to stand up and pull you up with him. The security guard catches up to you two for just a moment, and you're not sure how fast it takes for the two of you to escape him.

All you know is that you two are fucking crazy, Donghyuck is on the verge of slipping, and you need to be faster if you want to escape this guard.

Squeezing your eyes shut, your fingers around Donghyuck's tighten, as you push your legs to go faster albeit the cramp your feel coming. There's adrenaline pumping through your veins, along with fear, excitement, and so many other emotions you can't seem to name at the moment.

And even though you know the security guard had given up already the moment you ran through the gate, you're still running for your lives. Laughs slip through your lips, and at one point Donghyuck starts yelling about his wet clothes being so very uncomfortable.

The only worker on shift at the convenience store is mildly bothered by how your best friend is quite literally soaking from head to toe, but decides not to comment because that's just what you get for working the night shift.

And as planned, Donghyuck gets the fried chicken he craved, you get your ice cream, along with a few additions of a towel, and some clothes.

You're only a quarter done with your tub of ice cream when Donghyuck walks out the tiny bathroom stall in the corner of the store, a towel plopped on his head as he wipes a hand over his eyes.

He approaches you quietly, his wet sneakers hanging by his fingers, and hopes that he doesn't leave any more wet trails behind him. The chuckle that slips through your lips causes Donghyuck to snort as well, before he plops down in the seat next to you.

He leans down unexpectedly towards you with an open mouth, but despite that you instantly know what he wants. With a roll of your eyes, you scoop a spoonful of your ice cream, before feeding it to Donghyuck.

"Mmm," He hums, wiping at the corner of your lips. "cookies and cream, nice choice."

He knows for a fact that the reason you chose cookies and cream is because it's his favorite flavor, because he always knows your favorite will always be vanilla.

You place your tub of ice cream on the table, before you scoot closer to Donghyuck and reach over to the towel on his head. As he takes the first sip of the soda of his choice, you start to dry his hair for him, shaking the towel all over his hair.

The actions doesn't only have Donghyuck grinning and laughing, but you're snickering along softly, shaking a little harder when he attempts to stop you.

Alas, he takes your wrists in his hold, tearing your hands away from his head. "I think that's more than enough," He mumbles with a smile, his eyes shining brighter than you've ever seen them.

You're beaming as well, it's almost like Donghyuck can see the love swirling in your eyes, almost like you actually do love him when you twist your hands to entangle your fingers together softly.

And when he takes another glance into your eyes, he knows, he knows that you do love him. "Thanks for saving my ass,"

You can't stop the curling of your lips at this, and you definitely can't stop the small chuckle along with it. "You can thank me with a kiss,"

He knows you're joking, you know he knows you're joking, but something in him just really, really wants to kiss you right now.

Maybe it's because you look absolutely ethereal right now, or maybe it's his fever he knows is kicking in because of how soaked he is, or maybe, just maybe it's because he knows he's loved you for years already.

It only takes one second, one mere second for your whole friendship to be ruined. That one second chance that Donghyuck is already risking, just tugging you towards him with his breath already fanning at your lips.

And as your lips seal together, you know it's already destroyed. It's crumbling apart as you pull him closer, falling through your fingers as Donghyuck almost smiles against your lips.

But it's for a good cause. You know this as Donghyuck pulls away to ask for some more ice cream, you know this as he pecks at your cheek when you give him some more. It's gone, only for something far better to bloom right after.

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wonwoonlight · 2 years

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something warm / lee chan

➝ Reader & Chan (platonic) // feat. a lot of other idols

➝ coffee shop!au // slice of life // fluff // nonidol!au

➝ word count: 3.4k

➝ haven cloud masterlist (can be read as standalone)

➝ What’s playing in Haven Cloud

➝ A/N: didn't mean to upload this now but i wasn't in a good mood so i hope this make someone feel better out there. i suppose haven cloud is finally open for business! thank u @twogyuu my luv for beta reading

it's almost been a year since you started working in Haven Cloud and you look back to the day you find yourself on its doorstep.

“It’s already been nine months since you started working here, huh?”

You jump at the sudden voice, having been busy zoning out as it’s a pretty slow day in the cafe. You turn to see Chan leaning on the station, his boyish smile and messy hair reminds you once again that this boss of yours is younger than you are.

Other than the fact that he’s literally the owner of this cafe you’re working at, the way he carries himself often makes you forget that he’s younger than you. He’s very mature regardless of his age, and you often find yourself admiring him when he readily solves unexpected problems in the cafe.

Be it logistics because your supplier somehow messes things up in the warehouse to entitled customers who would show up from time to time, Chan is always ready to face them; always engaging the staff if they have other alternatives even though you all know you almost always go with his opinion because it is the best one.

It’s only recently that you’ve become a full time worker, the first six month passed by in a blink of an eye even though you’re initially just here to find something to do. Being in the last year of university, you’re left with only a few classes to attend as you focus on your final paper. Perhaps you should be more thankful you don’t have any classes to redo, passing them with good enough scores that your worst grade is a C+ (Statistics be damned).

That’s good enough.

But that means you’d be a little too free for your liking; and it was months ago that you were talking to your roommate about wanting to take a part time job so you could find things to do and some side earning because why not. You’re not interested enough in academics to apply for the TA or tutoring role so those two are a no go.

“Mm. I think Mingyu mentioned his friend recently opened a cafe or something, do you want me to ask?” Lisa had offered, and you tried to recall a Mingyu even though there’s too many in your university. She’s probably referring to Mingyu from the basketball team (he’s one year above you, you think, but you’re not really aware of people who aren’t in the same department as yours), and she confirmed your assumption when she mentioned she’d ask him after he’s done with practice.

Next thing you knew, you’re already starting day one in the cafe with Chan patiently helping you through the week. He’s the owner, you were told since the beginning, having established the cafe just a little over a year ago. But because the cafe is still small and it is his main job, Chan still runs the cafe on a daily basis. He does just about everything; covers for the barista when he’s not available, cleans the table when you’re too busy in the cashier, even keeps track of inventories when he has free time.

That said, you’re only the third full-time worker in the cafe, the first one being Boo Seungkwan, the barista, and Yoon Jeonghan, the pastry chef. Later on, you found out that the three of them started Haven Cloud together. Jeonghan is actually the co-owner though he preferred to bake and serve than do “his fancy job” (his words, not yours) as the co-owner, while Seungkwan helped invest a little and offered to be the barista instead because he’s just finished taking a course for it.

“It has, huh?” You grin before going outside the station to help Ryujin clean the tables.

Ryujin is a part timer that has joined before you, though she says she’s happy with being a part timer when Chan asks if she wants to work full time with him. She’s a very attractive girl who also works part time in a hair salon (she’s been asking if you want to dye your hair because she’s just perfected a new technique), and you think that’s why Ryujin refuses Chan’s offer; she likes to try new things and she doesn’t want to be chained to one job (or anything, for that matter).

You talk some more with her and Chan as the three of you do your own stuff, your resident barista nowhere to be found–presumably in the kitchen with Jeonghan. It’s around three in the afternoon, which is a weird time for the cafe to be slow, because usually at least your regulars are already in around these hours. Right now, there’s only one customer in the cafe, a regular that’s basically a friend to all of you at this point, and he had his headphones on, focused with something on his laptop (which is why the three of you can just talk without having to worry you’d bother him).

The familiar tinkling of the bell echoes through the empty cafe, and Ryujin readily greets the customer as you get back to the cashier and Chan goes to call Seungkwan from the kitchen.

“Hi, how can I help you?” you smile at the newcomer, a pretty girl with long, black hair that you’re sure have never been here before. You’ll remember her if you have; she’s easily the most beautiful girl you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Hi! Saw this cafe by accident and thought I’d drop by,” she happily indulges you in small talk, eyes busy roaming the menu board on the wall. Gosh, even her voice sounds nice. “What’s your specialty?”

“Do you want caffeine or?” You’ve always liked this question, happy that someone trusts you with their order. Also, to you, it validates your position in the cafe; like, wow, someone look at you and think you’ll know what’s good. Maybe it’s a little weird to think of it that much, but you just like to know that you are a part of this cafe. That’s how dear Haven Cloud is to your heart.

“Mmm, I don’t mind either but I’m not really in the mood for a cold drink, to be honest.” She blows air into her cheek, and you almost embarrassingly squeal at how adorable she looks. Gosh, it’s not funny the amount of cafe crushes, as you and Ryujin label them, you’ve had since you started working here. There are too many people dropping by here who are way too attractive for them not to be celebrities.

Sometimes you get giddy when they return for a second time, though you don’t give them any special treatment or anything. At most, you’re just more friendly and smile a little wider when you talk to them.

You hum, pretending to consider it for a second even though you already know what you’re going to tell her since she’s said she wants something warm.

“If you like something tingly, our hot rum mocha is always a favorite even during summer.” You offer with a smile, and she just nods and says that she’d happily have that–asking for an extra cinnamon on top. “Do you want anything to go with it?”

“Our dark chocolate chip cookies are to die for.” You jump at the sudden voice, and you turn to see Jeonghan with a fresh batch of croissant (when did he even come out of the kitchen?), a flirty smile on his face as he winks at her. “I’d know.”

You roll your eyes at this tendency of his, though your customer seems to not think much of it as she shakes her head and tells him she’d get some if you recommend it. You laugh when Jeonghan mocks a broken heart, telling her he’s hurt and she’s not allowed to order the cookies for that comment and then trots back to the kitchen after he’s successfully put the tray on the rack.

“Sorry, he’s always like that.” You scrunch your nose in amusement, glad that the girl simply grins and says she doesn’t mind at all and finds him funny.

“I’ll get that dark chocolate chip cookie then,” she muses as she scans the pastry display.

“Sure. Can I get your name?”

“Oh! Jisoo,” she informs you with a smile, muttering something about how she would be coming back to try out the pastries because they all look appetizing.

You thank her when she hands you the bill to pay for her orders, and it’s then that Chan comes out of the kitchen and says that Seungkwan is apparently out to the minimarket down the street because he needs to stock something real quick. You’re not sure when did he go, but you assume he might’ve left from the backdoor and that’s why no one but Jeonghan is aware that Seungkwan’s left.

“It’s fine, I can make the drink by myself,” you shrug nonchalantly, though the thought of making a drink still makes you excited everytime it happens. “It’s one of the recipes that I’ve perfected, anyway.”

Chan grins in amusement, though he nods and leans on the station and says he’ll watch you make it. It has been quite some time since he saw you make a drink; the chance doesn’t present itself often enough because Seungkwan is there most of the time, and Chan is better at making most drinks than you are.

“To think you used to be scared to even touch the foam machine,” the younger guy teases you, and you laugh as you start to prepare the drink, your mind taking you back to approximately nine months ago when you’ve just started working in the cafe.

The weather was super nice that day. But you’re inside Haven Cloud as you sat awkwardly in front of the younger guy, having some kind of interview though you guessed he’s really just trying to see if your personality matched well with his. In a workplace this small, you suppose it’d be better for him to be with someone he knew for sure he could work with. Skills could be trained, but attitudes were another thing altogether.

Lisa had kindly offered to come with you, and she’s currently talking to Seungkwan at the counter about the pastries within the display because everything seemed delicious to her.

“I don’t… know anything about working in a cafe,” you confessed right from the beginning. Chan intimidated you for reasons that you didn’t understand, because he seemed very warm and nurturing despite his age, so you really didn’t know why you’d feel intimidated.

But you were. And you thought it’s his sharp eyes and the aura surrounding him that made you want to just bow a little and give respect to the guy. Even though he’s smiling and there’s nothing threatening about him, you know he’s not the type of person that you’d want to be enemies with.

“Always a first time,” he shrugged with a kind smile. “Do you at least know the difference between latte and mochaccino?”

“Mochaccino contains chocolate, right?”

“That’s enough basics then.” The grin he gave you was so assured, like he’s not gambling if he decided to take you in. What if you’re extremely clumsy and you ended up wasting a lot of his ingredients? “Plus, you won’t be working as a barista though it is necessary that you know the difference between our menus. Just consider it an oral exam or something.”

“What… would my work entail, exactly?”

Chan hummed, as if wondering how to answer without scaring you away. “I need someone to help me, basically. Mostly, you’d be in the cashier; but you’d need to help around with just about everything because we’re still small and I only have one part-timer at the moment.”

The way he looked at you was the first time you felt that he’s a little unsure–would you be okay with this agreement? He probably thought. You appreciated his honesty though; glad that he didn’t feel the need to conceal that you’d be working as everything you need to be if you decided to work here.

Frankly, it’s a better strategy than to trick someone into working only to find out later on that you’d have more baggage than you signed up for; who knows how long someone would stand being in such a position? He’d have a harder time looking for a replacement for god knows how often if he decided to go down that road.

“How many of you are there?” you dared to ask to get a picture of how much you’d be helping out exactly.

Chan smiled sheepishly before he answered. “Just 4. Me, the barista, the pastry chef, and the part-timer I told you about. Sometimes my brother helps when the cafe is extra busy; but it doesn’t happen that often because it’s only been a few months since we opened. We’ve picked up a few regulars though, so I think it’s a safe enough time now to recruit another help.”

For all its worth, you really did appreciate his honesty. You liked knowing what you're up against, even if it might be overwhelming at times, and you’re starting to warm up to the idea of working in this small, cozy cafe due to the fact that the owner had this much integrity. Though you’re a little worried that he might be taken advantage of one way or another by how open this guy seemed to be.

Plus, you had always wondered how it’s like to work in one after watching one too many romcoms.

After talking some more about your shifts, salary, and so on, you promised Chan you’d come back in a few days after thinking a little more. You’re not even sure what you’re going to ponder over, but you felt like it’s necessary for some reason. The pay was good considerably, and Chan even said you’re free to arrange your shifts with Ryujin as necessary, and that you’re allowed to do your assignments in the cafe too if it’s not too busy.

Maybe you’re just scared you wouldn’t be up to this job because of the vague description of ‘helping around’; the line between questioning whether you had it in you to do it and whether you wanted to do it was a little too blurry at that point.

The next day, you dropped by as a customer because Lisa had apparently fallen in love with the cafe after one visit and wanted to try the Lemon Cake that’s apparently this month’s special but wasn’t on stock yesterday because you came when Jeonghan was still baking a fresh batch.

“Oh, hi!” Chan greeted you happily, and you told him you’re here to try their delicacy and maybe some latte. “Sure! It’s a little busy today but you shouldn’t wait for long.”

Evidently, there was no line at the cashier; but it’s true that the cafe was pretty packed. You counted only three empty tables, the rest full with customers though it’s not noisy. They’re all talking in hushed tones, the soft song playing in the background still vivid in your ears despite the fact that these people were talking.

Lisa told you to find a seat after asking for your order, telling you she wanted to ask a few things to the cashier and the barista so it might be better for you to do so. Sitting down on one of the empty tables by the window, you had only just realized that you liked the ambience of this cafe. It’s not those kinda crowded, boisterous cafes even when it’s busy.

You didn’t really get to look around yesterday, but now that you had the chance, you noted that Haven Cloud was the kind of cafe you’d go to when you want to be alone with other people. You wondered if it’s because it’s still small and fairly new, but the mood of the cafe made you warm inside. You wouldn’t make a business appointment here, it’s much too homey for that. But you definitely would bring your laptop and sit down to focus by yourself.

The sound of something breaking brought you out of your mind, and you saw a little girl tearing up at the glass shards on her feet. She almost bawled when Chan came by, her mom already apologizing profusely because she accidentally dropped the plate when her kid continuously tugged on her dress.

He smiled kindly at her, you noted, telling her it’s fine then you saw him squat down to meet the little girl’s eyes. You couldn’t really hear him, but you assumed he told her there’s no need to cry and that he’s not angry at her. He looked up to the mom and, at her nod, he carried the girl in his arms so Ryujin could clean the shards; you could hear her apologizing to the customers for the inconvenience.

“Do you want a cookie?” Chan’s soft voice traveled to your table as he stood nearby, the mom too apologetic to let Ryujin clean by herself. Perhaps he asked her if he could take the kid with him for a moment–who knew? “I’ll give you one if you promise to not cry and not bother your mom when she’s holding glassware, okay? What if you got hurt?”

“You’re not mad at me?” her small voice asked, sniffling a little.

“As long as you promised to say sorry and be careful from now on,” he patted her head. You almost melt at the way she offered him her tiny pinky, and you could see that Chan himself almost squealed at how adorable the exchange was. He accepted her promise, and you saw her hug him shyly before telling him, yes, she would like to have a cookie.

You heard the woman offering to pay for the cookie, but Chan shook his head and said it’s fine and it’s an honest mistake so he’s not blaming her for anything. She still felt bad though, you suppose, because you saw her drop way too many tips on the jar that Chan definitely couldn’t refuse.

“You okay?” Snapping out of your memories, you turn to see Chan looking at you in question. He looks almost worried, though you shake your head and tell him you just zoned out for a bit there. “Mind sharing your thoughts?”

“Mmm. Just got reminded of Hanna,” you grin as you finally work on Jisoo’s order.

“Little Hanna? Mrs. Jang’s daughter?” He tilts his head, unsure why you’d suddenly thought of her.

You nod, hands busy as you tell him you just returned from a walk down memory lane. Nine months seem so long ago now that you’re here. Chan sends you a questioning gaze, but you tell him you’ll tell him later and call for Jisoo because her order is ready.

“I don’t think I’ve told you,” you start, leaning back on the counter right next to Chan as you both watch the cafe. You see Ryujin wiping the glass door, and you could’ve sworn you can hear Jeonghan cursing faintly from the kitchen followed by the sound of something thudding. “But I decided to give working here a try because I saw how you handled that situation with Hanna.”

“Really?” He seems surprised, his eyebrows shooting up behind his fringe.

“Yup. I knew you wouldn’t get mad at a kid. But I didn’t expect you’d be so gentle about the whole thing?” You reminisce, still remembering how your admiration for the guy begins to grow from that point onwards.

Chan doesn’t seem to get it, his brows creasing with a confused smile.

“You think it’s just the obvious thing to do, don’t you?” You guess with a coy smile, which Chan answers by a sheepish grin and a scratch on the side of his face. Gosh, can he be more adorable? “Well, you could’ve handled it much worse. But you didn’t. You did more than good and I admire you for that.”

“Thank you, I guess?” he says with a hesitant tone. You always find it funny how bad he is at receiving compliments no matter how deserving he is.

“Thank you,” you counter back, a genuine smile etched on your face. You’ve never expected to talk about this with Chan; not because you meant to hide it but because you simply didn’t think the chance would present itself. But now it’s here, and you’re glad it is because you think you owe Chan a lot for giving you a chance. “For letting me join the cafe.”

You pause for a second before you continue, meeting his eyes as you do so with the warmest smile on your face.

“For letting me find a home in Haven Cloud.”

A/N: ahh it's been so long since i write anything for chan so i hope this wasn't too ooc?? excited to start this series and pls do tell me your thoughts <3 tried playing around to make the banner but lol i had too much fun doing it without considering it's good or not jsdhfbds well, anyway.

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tranquilpetrichor · 1 year

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you were immersed in your work, fingers tapping rapidly on your keyboard. lo-fi music was softly playing from your airpods, and you took a sip of your coffee, feeling extra productive.

maybe you'd finish this idea proposal before you were going to go out for lunch with wooyoung. until then, you had to keep typing, because right now, your brain was in a state of flow. it was astonishing how fast you worked sometimes.

suddenly, you heard a knock at the door. they were quick taps, just like your brother used to do when he wanted to harass you from outside the door of your room. without realizing it, you reacted impulsively, flinching and curling up into a ball in your seat. the door opened, and you looked up to see... wooyoung?

ah. it was only your boyfriend. you felt ashamed that a simple knock had fooled you and sighed to yourself.

he gave you his usual energetic greeting. "hey y/n!" then, he noticed that you were still curled in a ball. "woah, wait are you okay?"

you could feel your heartbeat rapidly increasing, so you tried to steady yourself before speaking. "yeah, i'm fine. i just, well, i thought it was my brother knocking. so, that's fun.”

you closed your eyes and took a few more deep breaths, trying to keep yourself grounded. that’s better.

wooyoung quickly realized what had happened. "oh shit, i'm sorry. really! i didn't mean to scare you. i know you've told me some stuff about him and he’s definitely an asshole.."

"it's not your fault, really. he just always knocked like that." you reassured him, fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie. "ah, but i think i need a hug."

you stood up and buried your face in his chest, and he pulled you in closer. "you'll be safe here. i promise. i’ll knock slower.”

he won’t hurt me. he won’t hurt me. he won't hurt me. you repeated it again and again.

you sighed in relief, but your hands continued to fidget. “you’re the best, but you don’t have to do that, you know? ah, i wish i had a camera installed, that way i’d always know whenever you‘re at my door.”

he looked at you with a smile, playing with your hourglass necklace. “if you’d want it and it'd make you more comfortable, we could definitely get one. also, are you still okay to go get lunch?”

your breathing had thankfully returned to normal, but at this point, you were starving—it wasn’t fun to work on an empty stomach. “yeah. just let me save the files i was working on.”

“alright, sounds good!” he headed for the door, but paused. “you know, if you ever need to talk about anything, i’m here!”

man, i don’t deserve him.

you squeezed his hand one last time. “love you! i’ll be out in a minute.”

as you checked on your work one last time, you reflected on what had just happened. wooyoung always managed to astonish you with his patience and ability to calm you down in spite of his energy. honestly, you were still trying to erase your brother’s influence from your life, but sometimes it was difficult. you had to remember that he couldn't bring you down anymore, mentally and physically.

at least now, you had jung wooyoung by your side when all felt hopeless, and that was all you could ask for. you shut your laptop, ready to leave today's misunderstanding and some bad memories behind. “i’m ready. samgyeopsal can’t wait for forever!”

57 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

unsolvable mystery

— welcome. you are authorized to view the profile of haku shota.

the file is corrupted. would you still like to view anyways?

this story is part of the +world universe.

synopsis: shota had always proved to be a source of confusion for those around him, but what could anyone do about it?

genre: sci-fi, supernatural powers!au, virtual world!au

wc: 483

a/n: i deliberately focused on how the group is struggling with their perception of him and therefore it's more from the group's perspctive.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

underneath the innocent playfulness shota (or soul, as he liked to be called) showed was an existence that was quite difficult to unravel. because of this, he was, for lack of a better words, a subject of curiosity for his fellow team members.

for one, he routinely spoke to jongseob's drones, the way one would speak to a pet they owned. (surprisingly, the drones seemed to like him a lot, if such an adjective were possible for machines like these, swarming around his head like bees to a brightly-colored flower.) he was a strange kid, usually curled up in front of a tv with snacks or busy with his rollerblades. the boy seemed to have a new interest every day.

also, his power wasn't obvious. jiung found soul one day levitating a phone for a couple seconds, which was strange because he had never seen the boy do that. ever. when did he get that ability?

the language barrier didn't help much either, but to soul's credit, his korean was really improving. still, he naturally was quiet around most of the team and it was hard to get a read on him.

presently, intak, jongseob and theo were watching soul from behind a column. he was playing with the drones, skating back and forth and watching them try to chase him.

"hey, how come soul is immune to alcor?" theo, the eldest asked. not even they, with superpowers that helped them out greatly, were completely immune to the alcor disease that had spread across korea.

no one had the answer, but intak had a question of his own. "everyone saw soul for the first time here, right?" he paused. "was there anyone who first saw him in the real world?"

jongseob suddenly remembered something, pulling out his phone. "look at this," he said, and what theo and intak saw astonished them. it was a grainy video of soul, but since the camera quality on jongseob's phone was good, it seemed unusual for any subject to appear pixelated, to the degree that they almost couldn't tell it was him. "i took this when he was sleepy last time."

“when he was sleepy?" intak said.

the boy continued in his fun with the drones, ignoring the trio that was examining him intently.

what an enigma soul is, jongseob thought. but so adorable. somehow it’s surprising that the two of us are really the same age? still, we don't know what he can do, so we have to proceed carefully.

really, it would help if the team figured out what his deal was. because unfortunately, they didn't know everything they needed to about alcor, and seob had a feeling that soul might have some of the answers they needed.

for one second, soul turned around, an innocent smile still on his face, and resumed what he was doing. it seemed that he would remain a mystery.

62 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

perfectly imperfect

synopsis: in which yunho helps you let go of your fears, one 8-count at a time.

cast: dancer!yunho (ateez) x dancer!reader, mentions of other ateez members.

genre: comfort, some fluff, friendship with implication of a mutual crush

wc: 1.7k

warnings: some negative self-talk, descriptions of physical exhaustion, cursing, some parts not proofread

a/n: sometimes we do indeed get lost in our own heads. there's so much to think about when you dance for a class/career lol but honestly at its purest form (for me) dance should make you feel good. also. there's such a fun feeling fooling around with people after dance practice. anyways enough from me! this one is a little rough, sorry y'all. school is annoying.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

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77 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

love is ....

— in which love is defined on your own terms.

cast: jongseob (p1harmony) x reader, appearances from soul, theo (p1harmony), junghwan (treasure)

genre: slice of life, slight humor, fluff

word count: 1.4k

warnings: n/a (lmk if i missed any)

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77 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this or that tag

tagged by the lovely @restlessmaknae

tagging (no pressure, ofc!): @sxcret-garden @sungbeam @ethereal-engene @bookishcalls @svt1117

122 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #pls it wasn't even a story that was the top

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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oKAY IM SURE YOU’VE SEEN MINGYU’S VLOG BUT CAN I KINDLY REQUEST FOR AN IMAGINE REVOLVING AROUND THE VLOG LIKE YEA WE SEE MINGYU’S LIFE THROUGH THE VLOG A BIT BUT LIKE IMAGINE A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH MINGYU AND THE CUTE HEART MELTING THINGS YOU DO BEHIND THE CAMERA WHEN HE’S FILMING THE VLOG OR WHEN HE ISNT VLOGGING PLEASE IM SOBBING AS I TYPE -🐼

bittersweet day;

✎ pairing — idol!mingyu x reader

✎ genre — lots of fluff!

✎ warning(s) — none!

✎ word count — 1.36 k

this is also for ficscafe’s scenario event!

↳ #17 - when they wake up to an empty bed

↳ #22 - when they smile into kisses

✎ a/n — hi 🐼 anon! i’m really slow on requests atm but this prompt was super cute. i don't have many left but they are not coming out the way i want them to :( i wrote this first because the mingyu vlog was pretty recent! i hope you enjoy~

also thank you everyone for 100 followers! i'm going to try to do something once i finish up whatever is in my inbox <3

5:00 PM~

“Your mask is inside out by the way.”

Your boyfriend whines at the way you giggle and point at him from the side of the car you were sitting on. Your giggles slowly melt into laughter when you catch the driver grinning from the rearview mirror. Mingyu pouts as he lowers the camera and adjusts the mask before playfully poking your side in fake annoyance. “You couldn’t have told me that before I started filming?”

“I wanted you to keep it in the vlog, it’s cute.”

“You’re lucky that you’re cute yn, or else I wouldn’t be taking you out to dinner during my day off.” You lightly tap Mingyu’s nose and take the camera from his hands. Mingyu fondly stares at the way you grin while flipping through the footage.

“Please, you know you love me,” You say as you continue to admire your boyfriend’s effortless, yet captivating appearance from the camera’s gallery.

“Yeah, I do.”

You glance up to see your boyfriend facing the window while hiding the blush that was creeping upon his cheeks. You feel your own face start to heat up as you place the camera down to admire him, realizing that this view was much better than anything captured on a screen.

8:00 PM~

“Are you sure you don’t just want to head to bed right away? You look tired.”

“Just a little longer, I rarely get to spend time with you like this.” Mingyu pulls the blanket over the two of you as you watch a drama. Somehow, even with the darkness surrounding you both and the faint glow emanating from the screen, you don’t find yourself getting sleepy. You rest your head on Mingyu’s shoulder and focus on the way his chest rises and falls. Your thoughts begin to slowly move farther away from the episode’s plot as your mind finds itself getting lost in his presence.

“Don’t you think they could have solved all their problems like two episodes ago?”

“Yn! Stop with the commentary and just enjoy the show.” You smile at his response before falling back into silence for the remainder of the episode.

At some point, Mingyu envelops you into his arms and you two fall back on the couch in a mess of amused whispering and hushed giggles. You move your hands to entangle your fingers in his hair as Mingyu nuzzles his nose into your neck. The soft breaths you feel against your ear keeps your thoughts occupied with him—and only him.

10:00 PM~

“Stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“Looking like some model who’s advertising that cleanser.”

“I’m just doing what I normally do.”

“That’s the worst part.” Your words don’t match the soft expression on your face while you hold the camera to film Mingyu as he did his nightly skincare routine. You knew that your boyfriend was handsome, like, stupidly handsome. And you were pretty certain that you had saved a country in your past life to have been blessed to be dating the most endearing person in the world. How Mingyu managed to make putting on moisturizer look like a commercial for a luxury brand product, was beyond you.

“Your turn.” You yelp in surprise when Mingyu suddenly steals the camera from your grasp. He checks the footage before turning it off and guiding your shoulders to face the sink. He pauses for a moment, as if thinking about his next actions, before placing his hands under your arms and lifting you to sit on the counter.

“What are you doing?” You say more out of surprise than in search for an answer, since it was pretty obvious from the way Mingyu held your face and began to cleanse it, following the same steps he was doing previously. You close your eyes and get lost in the moment, as you feel the way his hands cup your cheeks and you cherish the feeling of being taken care of.

When it was time to apply the moisturizer, you wrinkled your nose when Mingyu accidentally squeezed too much, causing the bottle to shoot the product onto your face. The sound of Mingyu’s laughter echoes throughout the cozy atmosphere you two have created, and you scoop some extra product onto your fingers to dab it on his nose in revenge.

11:30 PM~

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“It was your day off and you spent the entire time taking care of me. Tomorrow I’m going to make sure that you have the best rest that you’ve ever had.”

“No need, I like taking care of you. It doesn’t have to be a two-way thing all the time.”

You don’t have any more words to say after that. If someone were to ask you what love looked like, you would say it was the way Mingyu was looking at you right now—a million words left unsaid, but communicated through a crinkling eye smile. If someone were to ask you what love felt like, you would say it was the warmth that swelled within your heart when you looked at Mingyu—a million truths burning with passion passing between you both.

11:00 AM~

You don’t wake up to the feeling of your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around your middle like you normally do.

When Mingyu told you yesterday about his day off, you expected to take things slow and to just relish in each other’s presence for the limited time you two had together. Oftentimes you would only catch your boyfriend early in the morning before he was to head off to start the day packed with schedules. And by the time he came home in the late evening, exhaustion would leave no room for words to be exchanged between the two of you.

So you couldn’t help but huff out in disappointment at waking up to an empty bed. A chuckle sounds from the doorway and you look up to see Mingyu holding a tray of breakfast. He walks over to your side and leans down to kiss your forehead before setting the tray over your lap.

“Did you miss me?” You roll your eyes at his cheeky grin and shoo him away before taking a sip of the coffee. Ahh, it tasted exactly how you always prepared it, but you knew that anything prepared for you by your boyfriend would taste perfect regardless. “Yeah, right.” You say it without any real meaning. Contrary to your response, you reach over to tug Mingyu’s sleeve and drag him back underneath the covers with you.

“I have to go back to work tomorrow,” Mingyu wraps his arms around your middle as you continue to sip the hot beverage and you giggle when he buries his face into your neck and whines. “Don't worry, there will be another day right? Let’s just enjoy this for now.” You can feel Mingyu smile against your neck and you cherish the feeling of his warmth as you feed him a couple bites of the pancake over your shoulder.

“Do you want to bake some cookies today? We can pack you some for your next appointment tomorrow.” Mingyu hums in agreement, “I’ll snack on them and think of you.”

You spend the rest of the morning in peaceful silence. At some point, you finish your breakfast and Mingyu takes it as his cue to launch himself at you and tackle you with kisses. “Ack! Mingyu, you know I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

Mingyu responds by engulfing you in a hug and peppering your face with more kisses; his weight and your surprise causing you two to collapse back down on the bed. You hear the ruffle of the blanket when Mingyu sits up on his elbows and hovers over your figure, watching you in complete awe as you pout at him. “Please don’t be so cute.”

He starts placing kisses all over your eyes, nose, cheeks; anywhere but where you wanted him to be. He laughs when you whine and cup his face, pulling him down to meet your lips. You feel him smile into the kiss and you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to share the warmth.

#ficscafe scenario event #ficscafe #mingyu x you #mingyu x reader #kim mingyu #kim mingyu scenarios #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fluff #mingyu #kim mingyu imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen #mingyu x y/n #fallinchan fic: bittersweet day

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neo-shitty · 3 years

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obliviate — h.js

prompt. #19 — when they let the enemy go from ficscafe’s scenario event

description. in which you found yourself alone with han jisung again; still fighting the same battle, but this time on two different sides.

pairings. gryffindor!han jisung x slytherin!gender-neutral reader

genre. hogwarts!au, angst, a pinch of fluff, LOVERS TO ENEMIES >:)

warnings. betrayal, mc doesn’t have a happy childhood (not written in detail but hinted), mentions of dead parents, mentions of death and killing.

word count. 2.8k

notes. events here occur within the timelines of order of the phoenix and half blood prince. i also altered canon a bit to make this fic possible.

The hall leading up to the Room of Requirement was dead quiet, just the way anyone would expect it to be in the dead of the night. The moon’s rays beamed through the enormous windows, illuminating the floor you walked on. A gust of wind swept through the hall, sending shivers down your spine as it touched your exposed skin. It made you unsure if your quivers were from the sudden drop of temperature, or the shrill nervousness as you headed to your destination.

You were still halfway down the empty corridor when the arched door began to show itself on the once-barren stone wall. The wooden door further revealed itself with every step you took closer. And by the time you were right in front of it, it had grown back to its full size—like the door had always been there.

There was a moment of hesitance before you pushed the door open. The rough wood felt familiar beneath your touch, taking you back to the last time you stood before it—over a year ago, when things had been so different.

Even with Dumbledore gone and the pink abomination that was Dolores Umbridge in his place, Hogwarts’s halls still had the traces of warmth and coziness that it once had. Boisterous laughter of those who made a hobby out of bending Umbridge’s rules would still echo down the hallways. All efforts made to make the pranks possible always became worth it at the sight of her pink fuming face. At the time, it had been so relieving to see all four houses unite against one single common enemy.

The tides turned when news of the Dark Lord’s return started circulating around again—this time with more concrete evidence when he appeared at the heart of the Ministry of Magic along with a few of his loyal followers.

Now, the halls of Hogwarts were cold, dull, and quiet. Even in the day, you observed that the number of students hanging around at the hallways gradually lessened as the year progressed. The only ones left were tight-knit established bunches, but even they didn’t appear as joyful as they used to. The inter-house interactions that you’ve gotten used to in the past year barely happened outside the walls of the classrooms.

You snapped yourself out of your own reverie. You were getting too lost in your thoughts, too distracted, too soft. If you dwelled on it any longer, the task you had on hand would only become more and more unbearable.

The door budged easily when you pushed it open. You half-expected to see the same familiar room you used before. But the hall before you was far larger than the training room. If anything, it carried little to no resemblance at all. The warm fireplace was nowhere to be seen; neither the mirrors on the walls nor the two enormous knight statues. The ceiling was so far up all you could see was a blanket of darkness overhead. Beyond you, the hall appeared never-ending—stretching out endlessly in the other directions that you couldn’t quite see where the other three walls were.

It wasn’t your first time visiting the Room of Hidden Things—it might’ve been your third in that week alone—but you still haven’t gotten used to seeing it instead of the training room. You were immediately greeted by stacks upon stacks of various objects that seemed both scattered yet arranged. The piles were tall, but you could still see its peaks if you tilted your neck. You cautiously walked down the path that mazed through the room, careful not to accidentally nudge anything as you did the nights before.

The object you sought sat right where you left it, obscured from plain sight beneath a veil of black and blue. You tugged the sheet off with ease.

The first thing you noticed was the unlocked notch of the cabinet—a sign that someone had opened it between the last time you used it and now. You felt yourself go cold, the feeling of paranoia that you’ve been found out comes back and this time, it stays in the form of panic and doubt. Your breaths came quicker, oxygen entering your system in abnormal intervals that made your head feel light. Your mind was clouded in thoughts—when, where, how?

Either way, it was too late now—both for you to back out and for them to evade the impending doom looming over them.

“Is that the reason why you started getting distant in the past year, _____?”

You see your hand visibly shake upon hearing the familiar voice that echoed the room. You had your wand at the ready, pointing it at the black wooden doors of the Vanishing Cabinet in front of you. The words you needed to utter to activate it were at the tip of your tongue, but they died down in the presence of the other person in the room. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. At least, not while he was around.

You didn’t have to turn to recognize who the question came from. His voice was something you would recognize anywhere. Having heard it so much in the year prior, it was almost impossible not to.

His footsteps drew closer, thumping on the marble floor and echoing all around you. You tried your best to remain calm, even when your heart was threatening to leap out of your ribcage. He stepped out of the shadows before stopping a few crates away from you. His face was illuminated by the light at the tip of his wand.

“You have no business here, Han Jisung.”

There was a tinge of coldness in both your voices that would lead anyone into thinking you’ve both been sworn enemies right from the start. But you recalled how his was once warm as it uttered witty jokes at the back of the class, as it whispered sweet nothings in your ear that slowly chipped away at every wall you raised around you.

You remembered being the only Slytherin around—getting mixed glances of both disgust and fear whenever you moved around the Room of Requirement. Jisung had been the only one who approached you and took you under his wing throughout the days you spent training in Dumbledore’s Army. Though you’ve already mastered half of the spells they were teaching around, you had trouble with one in particular.

“The Patronus charm is easy,” Jisung once said.

It wasn’t to you, at least. That fact alone said a lot about your childhood.

He pointed the wand he held at the marble floor in front of you before chanting the spell—Expecto Patronum. Bluish rays of light shot out of the wand’s tip, dancing in the air around the both of you until it began to take shape. A furry thing, nothing more than two feet, began to prance around in the direction Jisung pointed his wand. The little thing circled around you, stopping in front of you with its cheerful face before it finally disappeared.

Your face might’ve given away your amusement because Jisung was smirking when you looked back at him. “Your Patronus is a wombat?” you asked.

“Quokka, actually,” he corrected, and so began the hours of endless training just to get you to produce a Patronus.

You gave up on it eventually, settling with the thought that you’d never be able to produce one until you had a happy memory to keep in mind. Jisung took it upon himself to help you with that.

And so began the ploy to purposely piss off Dolores Umbridge on a day to day basis, because seeing her pissed off had always been so amusing to you and to everyone else whose days were ruined by her mere presence. Jisung never gave her, nor the other mischievous folks of the other houses, a break. He was a nuisance at best; giving the Gryffindor prefects daily headaches and costing the entire House 10 points every time he got caught.

Somewhere along the way, his charm got to you in ways you didn’t expect. You were in a constant state of denial for the longest time; convincing yourself that what you smelled was nothing but soap when you caught the familiar scent of Jisung’s cologne when you brewed Amortentia in class. You denied it every time you would feel your heart leap to your throat whenever he got too close. Denied it until the day he stole a kiss under your nose before he bid you farewell the day before Christmas break.

The moment left you dumbstruck; glued to the same spot on the floor and blinking at the space before you, even long after Jisung walked away. But you don’t let him out the doors of the Room of Requirement, muttering a spell under your breath that kept the wooden doors locked until you released them yourself.

He finally turned to you when he realized he couldn’t pull them open, not even bothering to undo the spell with an Alohomora as he knew you were a much stronger wizard than he was. He was met by a glare and a pointed wand.

“Go on, hex me,” he taunted playfully, but the quiver in his tone told you he wasn’t too confident in his words.

You didn’t.

Instead, you took the flurry of emotions rushing within you from the moment before—and maybe from all the other moments prior—and channeled them into the wand you held before you. And you casted your first successful Patronus that night, a tall stallion that headed straight to Jisung before you dismissed it with a flick of your wrist. You could still remember how brightly he smiled at you afterwards.

Things have changed so drastically that you couldn’t believe it had only been a year ago since then. But some things remained the same; like the location of the room you both stood in—7th floor, west wing of Hogwarts Castle, and your fate—seemingly intertwined with the rest of your family no matter how hard you tried to escape it. Being born into a family with a history of meddling with the Dark Arts, it almost seemed like you were destined to be on evil’s side in the Second Wizarding War. The throbbing mark on your arm made sure you remembered it clearly.

You kept your eyes focused on the cabinet. As the clock ticked with every second that passed, you envisioned the people at the other end preparing outside the Vanishing Cabinet’s twin back at Knockturn Alley—awaiting your signal. With one spell, the Death Eaters on the other end would be able to enter Hogwarts and carry out their plans to spread chaos and destruction. To kill the Headmaster as they had long planned.

You didn’t know if dragging the deed helped any side at this point. But you couldn’t chant the spell while Jisung was still around. He’d be dead the second they burst through the cabinet’s doors and discovered him there.

“Get out! I don’t want you here!”

You whipped your hand, sending a burst of magic straight at Jisung’s direction. He was quicker than he used to, avoiding your attack at the last second before immediately conjuring a counter spell to disarm you. You were quick to deflect it, sending a few things toppling at another aisle.

Jisung took cover behind a row of stacked objects, missing yet another hex from you. “How could you betray all of us like this?”

“It wasn’t my choice to make!” you answered, illuminating the dark room with a single ray of light to spot where Jisung hid.

You caught sight of his silhouette dashing across the next aisle and you cast another spell in his direction. With heightened senses, he evaded it easily again. Jisung turned to you, attempting another disarming spell. He misses—barely—hitting the pile beside you and sending it falling into the aisle where you stood. You moved out of the way just in time.

“You can choose not to let them in and you can choose not to do this,” Jisung shouted back, keeping his own wand up but not casting a spell—a weakness in his fighting that you always noticed. He always allowed a moment of vulnerability. A mistake like this on the battlefield would be fatal.

Yet you decided not to use it against him.

You lowered your own wand, allowing him to round back to the same aisle you stood on. “They’ll kill me if I don’t,” you said. The thought alone made you quiver, and you were once again reminded of your task. You glanced back at the Vanishing Cabinet behind you. You only needed a moment to utter the chant that allowed the Death Eaters passage and you’d be over and done with your heavy task. The rest was up to them and you could pretend that you hadn’t done anything to contribute to the madness.

But you knew Jisung wouldn’t be able to leave the Room of Requirement alive. Stubborn as he was, he’d stand his ground even if it meant certain death.

“Family won’t kill family,” he reasoned out and it almost made you burst out in laughter.

“Like you would know how family dynamics worked when both your parents are dead?”

Jisung visibly flinched, stilling as he was once again reminded of the cruel truth. He was more dumbfounded when he heard those words from you—especially you. But your expression remained stone cold, hiding every bit of remorse just to make sure it was enough to shake him off for good. You told yourself it was for his own good but you were sure that the hurt in his eyes wasn’t something you would easily forget.

The shift in Jisung’s voice told you that your words struck a nerve. “Even if my parents were alive, at least they wouldn’t kill me for choosing not to do something,” he answered, but it was obvious who already won the argument.

“But they aren’t, right?” You wanted to bite your own tongue. It’s for his own good. “Just get out. Warn Dumbledore, warn everyone, whatever. It’s the least you could do.”

Finally, he took tentative steps backwards—away from you and in the direction of the exit. “I don’t want to face you on the battlefield,” he muttered.

You and I both, you wanted to reply. But giving him a sliver of hope that you had a bit of your humanity left behind would only make it harder for him to leave—at least without taking him with you. “You don’t have a choice now, do you?”

He made it to the wall where the exit was but he didn’t make the move to open the door just yet. “Do me one thing before I go.” The least you could do was hear him out, so you did. “Erase yourself from my head. Make it seem like you were just another Slytherin who betrayed the school for the Dark Lord.”

You locked your jaw, teeth gritting against one another. His request was a lot to process—both making you sad and furious at the same time. You feel the familiar sting of tears beginning to form. Had the room been properly illuminated, Jisung would’ve clearly seen how teary-eyed you were getting.

“Han.”

The word felt foreign in your lips and you realized that you never called him by his last name alone until tonight. Calling him by a nickname didn’t feel all the more comfortable either.

“What? It’s the truth,” he replied. The coldness in his voice remained now and it was enough indication that he was down to his last straw with you.

He was right, though. It was the truth. You were just another one of the many other pureblood Slytherins tasked by their families to do unforgivable deeds for the Dark Lord, even when they refused to. Either their own lives or their entire clan’s were put on the line—all in the mercy of head Death Eaters that tried to keep every family in check and on their side.

It was something you wished Jisung understood. But arguing with him now felt like pushing a brick stone wall.

He only got snarkier when you didn’t reply. “You can’t be selfish now,” he said, leaning against the far wall of the Room of Requirement before he continued, “Go on, hex me.”

A flash of déjà vu crossed your mind. The same place and the same taunt, only at a different time and a different state of mind. This time, you obliged.

You allowed yourself a moment of weakness, letting a tear fall down the side of your cheek as you muttered an apology. He wouldn’t remember it anyway. Jisung’s face softened for a fleeting moment when he saw you wipe a tear with the back of your hand—maybe out of concern or maybe out of confusion.

But before he could say or do anything you had already flicked your wrist, casting the Memory Charm designated to make him forget you.

“Obliviate.”

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jeonronwoo · 3 years

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joyride → j.jh

pairings: frat boy!jaehyun x female!reader

wc: 1.5k

genre: fluff, humor, suggestive.

warnings: slight cursing.

summary: being stressed from the exams and wanting to study, your mischievous boyfriend had other plans in mind for you.

part of ficscafe’s scenario event.

scenario used: number 34. “when they go on road trips.”

song recommendation while reading: joyride by sonia ammar, 0 mile by nct 127, blue hour by txt.

you were studying for your upcoming finals, you were starting in five days and you had to make sure you would get a good grade and pass the tests because you won’t take your mother nagging you about your grades and comparing them to your friends’ grades and maybe take away your phone too.

you heard something like knocking, you took off your earphones and listened closely, you shrugged and was about to put the earphone back in your ear but the knocking sound came again, it was coming from the window.

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened the window and saw your boyfriend leaning against his car and when he saw you, he smiled, your eyes widened upon seeing him.

“jaehyun?! what the fuck are you doing here?” you exclaimed quietly and he just smirked at you.

“i tried calling you but your phone was turned off, come on, we’re going out.” he said and you stared down at him shocked.

“um, maybe you haven’t noticed but it’s past 10 now, and i’m studying, mom is gonna kill me if she knew i went out with you!” you hissed and he just stared at you.

“i’m not taking no for an answer, either you come down now or i’ll personally come and get you,” jaehyun said and you huffed knowing fully well that he was capable of doing so.

“fine! but we have to be quick,” you said and closed the window.

you looked through your wardrobe and grabbed a sweater pulling it over your head. you left your room and checked on your mom in her room to find that she was in a deep slumber, you sighed and quickly left through the front door.

you saw jaehyun waiting for you in front of his car, you walked over to him with a displeased look on your face, he laughed taking you in his arms.

“why do you look so angry?” he asked and you looked up at him and replied whining a little.

“why? i’m gonna fail this class because of you!”

jaehyun chuckled and kissed your forehead saying, “no you won’t, you’re too smart to fail.”

he opened the door of the passenger seat for you and you sat buckling up your seatbelt. jaehyun also jumped in the car seat and started the car as he gave you his phone.

“play some music for us.” he said and you grabbed the aux cord and connected it to the phone.

you looked for the playlist you made two days ago, it was a playlist filled with slow songs. you smiled when you shuffled the playlist and your favourite song played.

“where are we going?” you asked.

“nowhere, we will just keep driving around for a while. the weather is good tonight, and i know you’ve been stressing over exams, and because i’m a good boyfriend, i decided to take you on a small road trip.” jaehyun replied and you smiled and held his hand intertwining it with yours.

the next few moments were spent in silence, so jaehyun decided to break it by asking you a question which he knew you weren’t going to stop talking about.

“so tell me, what happened to aiden after he escaped from the thugs?”

he smiled when he saw how your eyes lit up when he brought the topic of the novel you were currently reading and started telling him all about what you read excitedly.

“he finally met ally! he felt so bad when he saw her and apologised for hitting her with the rock. he also knew what the dagger can do, he found out that it can transport him anywhere he wants in the kingdom just by jumping into a gap, he knew that claudius isn’t who he thought he was. also ally fell ill and he took care of her in nova’s hut. i stopped there.”

jaehyun heard you talking intently asking about some details which you happily explained to him. he smiled when he remembered what his friend johnny told him a few hours ago when he asked him to borrow his car but jaehyun refused, telling him that you were stressing over exams and he was taking you on a road trip.

“oh my god, you’re so whipped for her!”

jaehyun didn’t mind being told this, ever since he met you he knew that you would do this to him, he tried to stay away from you not wanting to get you involved with him but he found himself not being able to stay away from you and asked you out.

he was everything you looked for in your future partner, he was caring and loving towards you, he always made sure you were okay, and on nights when you call him crying because you fought with your mother, he would always be there for you making sure that nothing of her words get to you.

before you he was lost, he found his way back because of you, he wasn’t the same reckless hot-headed boy he was before you, he was a better version of himself, he changed to the best just for you.

“aren’t you such a bookworm?” he teased playfully and you just rolled your eyes.

“oh shut up, i know you secretly take peek sometimes!” you argued and he smiled playfully shaking his head.

“you have no proof.”

“whatever. can we get something to eat? i’m so hungry,” you said and he smiled nodding and drove to the nearest diner that would be open at this hour.

he parked the car in front of the diner and left to get the both of you some food. you smiled when you looked down at his lock screen which was a photo of the two of you together on your fourth date.

sometimes you wonder how you managed to have such a wonderful person as your boyfriend, he deserved someone better than you. but whenever you said that jaehyun would scold you assuring you that no one would be better for him other than you.

ten minutes passed with the soft music playing, you saw jaehyun coming back with the food, he got inside the car and you took the bags from him opening them taking a bite from your sandwich. jaehyun smiled and also started eating.

“how is the subject you’re studying?” he asked, you took a sip from your coke.

“eh, not bad, i managed to finish the characters. i guess i will be continuing later,” you replied. “i just hope that professor lee is going to give me a good grade, that little bitch doesn’t give anyone good grades except for her pets.” you rolled your eyes and jaehyun laughed.

“her husband is even worse.” jaehyun said and you nodded in agreement.

“i believe so too, what a lovely couple!” you said sarcastically.

your phone dinged and you saw a message from your sister telling you to return home because your mother was asking for you. your eyes widened and jaehyun looked at your phone groaning in annoyance.

“i hate your sister.”

“me too, but i have to. come on, finish eating quickly.” you said you took a big bite from your sandwich to finish it quickly.

after ten minutes, you two were finally done and finished the food. jaehyun started the car and drove you home.

once you reached your house, he stopped the car and you turned to look at him with a grateful smile.

“thank you so much love, i really needed this,” you said and hugged him tightly.

“of course baby, anything for you.” jaehyun said and pulled away kissing your cheek.

you got out of the car and stopped in front of his car, you looked up at him and stared deeply into his eyes. you have never felt so much love towards anyone like this before, and you couldn’t stop the eight letters that escaped you.

“i love you.”

jaehyun felt the air being knocked out of his lungs when he heard those words, he stared at you for a few seconds before grabbing your face kissing you on the lips.

you smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him even closer, it was a passionate kiss, nothing like any kiss you shared before. jaehyun’s hands held your waist massaging it. his tongue slipped inside your mouth and explored every inch of it, you gently tugged at his hair, causing him to release a soft groan.

finally, the two of you pulled away and jaehyun looked at you smiling fondly and whispered.

“i love you too.”

“y/n?!”

your eyes widened when you heard your mother’s voice and jaehyun looked at you and winked, running to his car driving away.

“y/n get inside the house now!” your mother demanded.

you were too lost in your mind to care about the scolding you were receiving from your mother, your mind was too occupied with the kiss you shared with jaehyun and how he also loves you like you love him.

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yuzukult · 3 years

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yours. || jww & reader

title: yours. pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader genre: angst word count: 1.2k warnings: reader doesn’t end up with wonwoo. *cries* a/n: i’ve never written for seventeen before but here we go peeps (also i didn’t proofread it don’t come @ my neck yo) for the scenario event for ficscafe!! using the prompts below: 6. when they slow dance in the living room. 22. when they smile in kisses.

This cup of coffee doesn’t taste the same.

The dark liquid is bitter and cold—the ice cubes that float atop of the mug clack against the ceramic with each stir from the wooden stick in your hand, attempting to sweeten it with the bags of sugar you pour in.

Even with five packets it doesn’t taste as sweet as it was when you had it with him.

What’s missing is his smile from across the table, mimicking the way his eyes curve into crescents like the moon in the night sky, surrounded by sparkling stars that never outshine him. The sight of him leaning against the granite top, his own designated mug in hand, with his dress shirt tucked in his trousers for work while mocking the amount of creamer you have to pour into your cup to get rid of the bitterness is what you long for.

But the apartment remains gloomy and quiet.

Jeon Wonwoo isn’t around anymore.

Yearning for someone you can’t have, especially after you’ve gotten a taste of what it feels like to be loved by them is like going through withdrawals. There’s a plethora of moments that replay through your head—from the first meeting, to the first date, first kiss, and the first night he stays over. He’s like a dream, each time you reminisce, and it’s gotten to the point that you can’t tell if what happened between the two of you was reality.

Wonwoo was a friend of a friend; typically, you’re never interested in these outings, but something about that one time had you intrigued and willing to go. He was hard to ignore, with his ashy blonde hair, oversized camel coat, and an expression that seemed bored, but as he watched his friends banter and holler, a smile tugged at the edges of his mouth and warms his heart as it does yours.

When you’re assigned teams for a stupid drinking game, he greets you, introduces himself and the moment he says, “I’m Wonwoo,” with that deep, buttery voice, you were caught. He doesn’t have to do much to have you swooning over him, heart swelling in your chest, bursting you at the seams.

Jeon Wonwoo makes it hard not to fall for him.

Asking for your number has his hands shaking, and he vaguely mentions how he has tremors in them. Tapping his digits into your phone was the start of it all—the start of a fall that would lead to a heartbreak that would be difficult to recover from.

He’s so pretty under the somber autumn skies; leaves falling in a surfeit of oranges, yellows, and red hues, practically matching his neutral muted toned attire all year round. Fall is the season that fits Wonwoo the best, and it’s not just because it’s the beginning of falling for him.

“You look lovely tonight,” he complimented, hands dug deep into the front pockets of his trench coat, brown like the swirls of chocolate he calls eyes. His round, thin metal frames sit on his nose, and you think back to when you saw your expression through the reflection for the first time—pure happiness smeared across your face. “Should we get going?”

He’d take you for dinner, carbonara pasta, and to his favorite dessert place that serves the best iced coffee with a strawberry jam pastry, so he claims. It’s sweet like him, melting on the tip of your tongue just like you did when you first heard him speak, and truthfully, you’d grow nervous in that very moment. It’s perfect—this thing you have with Wonwoo. It’s blissful, quiet, and brings warmth on a cold day, but it feels passing.

It’s temporary.

The way his lips taste are like cherry lollipops you’d get at the doctor’s office for being a good kid. His arms around your waist when he pulls you in resembles the snug feeling of a blanket around your frame. Nose brushing against yours, you could feel the quickening of his heart rate, fingers at your hips tapping against the exposed skin under your shirt in anxiousness, yet at the same time, all of this feels right. Wonwoo feels right.

When your lips finally press together, the hairs on your arms straighten. Chills go up your spine, and your stomach does cartwheels. Fireworks don’t go off like they do in stories, but whatever this is you’re feeling is way better than that. He feels like home, truly a home, one you find in a person and not in a location. And what takes it away is when you feel his lips pull up at the edges, a soft chuckle mischievously escaping from his firm chest before he picks you up and twirls you around.

Wonwoo is reserved. He often doesn’t share much, but when he’s with you, it’s different. He has grown to love asking questions to your stories, hum along with you in the car to your favorite songs, and do things he wouldn’t normally do because you like doing them and he enjoys doing them with you.

Your favorite has to be that dreamy dance.

Fingers locking behind his neck with his own finding home on your hips, you can’t help but always lay your head on his shoulder with your bodies pressed together. You have no sense of direction, he usually teases you about it, so in the middle of your living room while wearing matching fuzzy cat socks, you plant your own feet on top of his and let him guide. He’s not romantic, yet somehow with you, he does his best at it.

He’s a beautiful love, one without effort, one without having to feel like a burden. His place in your bed sheets remained, even until this day, because Wonwoo’s love leaves an imprint. His impact stays strong, leaving behind the ache in your chest that you feel each time something reminds you of him.

That letter in the mail changed the course of your relationship.

He’d been offered to take on his dream. And who are you to tell him no?

He has to go. He must. There’s no argument about it, but Wonwoo insists there has to be one. He doesn’t understand the baggage that comes with a long distance relationship, especially one that’s thousands of miles away with a huge time zone difference.

So you tell Wonwoo to go.

And as badly as you wished for him to turn around and say otherwise, you don’t let him.

Although it’s been two years now, your feelings stay the same. Despite the many guys you’ve encountered, all the dates you’ve been on, it doesn’t change. There’s a gap in your heart, a Wonwoo-shaped hole that no one seems to be able to claim, and sometimes you feel discouraged.

His face is on almost every magazine—how someone so young and successful also be handsome amazes everyone. He turns heads whenever he walks by, his name is in everyone’s mouths, and he’s nothing short of the description of perfection in the eyes of anyone you’ve met.

It’s cold again. For the second time. The leaves descend slowly from the trees, branches frail and naked, but the ground is decorated with those ironically warm pigments during such a chilly season. The wind is brisk, smacking against your cheeks, tinting them to a soft pink. It kind of feels like a slap to reality. Wonwoo still isn’t back. He’s still there, far away, making his dreams come true.

You’re just another one of those people in the queue, now.

Waiting for your turn.

Maybe to be his again.

For him to be yours.

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minghaofilm · 3 years

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fruit punch ; hvc

pairing: vernon x reader genre: angst word count: 0.8k warnings: implied alcohol consumption ; vernon’s a lil tipsy

10. when they fall in love with someone they’re not supposed to.

26. when they tell them to leave.

48. when they say that they’re just friends.

↳ part of ficscafe’s scenario event!

“I would’ve been fine, you know? Mingyu’s house isn’t too far from here,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest as you continue walking beside Vernon. He merely nods and lets a quiet hum pass his lips as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Just wanted you to get home safely,” he replies in a voice hardly above a whisper. You narrow your eyes at him before returning your gaze to the sidewalk, hugging the jacket he gave you closer to your body.

The smell of his cologne nearly makes you dizzy, but it isn’t too much to make you actually feel the need to pass out. He smells like pine and some mix of the drinks served at the party, but you can’t remember the last time a guy hasn’t smelled like this. Nonetheless, you clutch the jacket closer to your body, awkwardly stepping over the cracks on the sidewalk.

You don’t know when things got tense between the two of you. Maybe it was when you stopped calling each other pretty because it didn’t seem like a “friend” thing anymore, or when you stopped cuddling on his couch at midnight during your weekly movie nights. Or maybe when you stopped holding his hand for comfort because… sometimes, you did it for more than just the comfort factor. Somehow, your hugs turned into high-fives, your high-fives into handshakes, then those handshakes into nothing at all.

You stop at your doorstep and turn around to look at him. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils are almost cloudy, which you can conclude is because of the punch Mingyu served at the party. While you don’t know what was in there, you’re sure it wasn’t just “fruit punch.”

His body sways back and forth as the wind blows and the streetlight casts a faint glow over his face. His hair sweeps off his forehead and goosebumps rise on his skin. You only shiver as the breeze bites your nose and cheeks. Vernon’s face is flushed a faint red as he voices his next three words.

“I love you.”

His sentence is hardly audible over the sound of cars whooshing down the road, but you still manage to catch onto it. Your cheeks flare with heat, but you stand your ground, squinting your eyes at him once again. For someone who drank three glasses of punch, he surprisingly looks fine, but you know better.

What would you guys turn into if you reciprocate his feelings?

You gulp.

“You don’t mean that,” you whisper, a bitter smile crawling onto your face as you tug on a loose thread of the jacket you were wearing. Vernon’s face is wracked with confusion, his eyebrows knitting together as he tilts his head.

“No, I do,” he protests with a slur of his voice, reaching out to take your hand in his. You instinctively take a step back, almost tripping on the felt mat outside your door.

“You don’t. You’re drunk from that drink Chan gave you tonight,” you mutter, avoiding his eyes while his never leave your figure.

“I love you, Y/N, and I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.” His voice is laced with desperation and you feel a pang of guilt for saying your next words.

“We’re just friends, Vernon.”

“Do friends look at each other the way we do?” He suddenly asks, a look of disbelief washing over his features. Vernon steps forward, leaving little to no room between the two of you. Your eyes drag upwards to meet his and you feel your heart leap up to your throat.

“What the hell are you even talking about?” The words stumble out of your mouth, almost making yourself believe you had some of that punch.

“Do friends love each other the way we do?”

You lower your eyes in shame, refusing to believe that you let yourself fall for your friend. You take in a breath then swallow dryly, hardly building up enough courage to keep talking.

“The punch is talking now, isn’t it?”

Your voice is shaky and your nose stings as you feel an onslaught of tears approaching. You reluctantly slide the jacket off of your shoulders then shove the fabric into his chest, causing him to stumble on his own footing.

“Go, Vernon. Please just leave.”

He takes the jacket into his hand and a sigh passes his lips. He looks like he sobered up from the small incident and you fear he’ll remember everything when he wakes up.

“I’m sorry, I—”

“I don’t want to hear a pathetic excuse. Go home, rest, and talk to me when you’re in a better and sober state of mind.”

When you meet his eyes, you’re afraid you were too harsh on him, but you know it was for the better. Before you unlock your front door, you pull out a reasonable amount of cash and place it into Vernon’s palm.

“Take a taxi back home.”

He opens his mouth, but you already know what his next words are going to be. “There’s no need to repay me.”

His lips purse into a fine line before he nods and simply waves, stepping back onto the main sidewalk. You watch him walk down the street with teary eyes.

It was for the better.

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escapewriter · 3 years

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golden hues

pairing : jun x reader

summary : watching the sunset with your boyfriend, except your eyes were on him instead of the horizon.

genre : fluff, established relationship

type : drabble

wc : 388

scenarios : when they watch the sunset , when they smile into kisses

a/n : HAPPY JUN DAYYYY, i literally wrote this like right now so it is not edited lfekkdkkw i apologize for grammar or spelling typos. also, the scenarios are from the ficscafe scenario event!

main masterlist || svt written masterlist

The cool summer breeze brushed by, skin feeling cooler under the sun that was about to set. The waves crashed along the shore, the salty air sticking anywhere it could. Sand that was once burning with heat, soaked up the cool waves and dimming sky. Light flashed a golden hue against the buildings, a feeling of warmth and comfort engulfing those watching the sunset.

Jun sat on a towel, sand clinging to his feet as he gazed towards the horizon. It just so happened that on this beautiful day, he was given a beautiful sunset. The view was blinding, really, but he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from it.

With the glow on his face, his eyes shimmering in the sunlight, he was the view for you. As he gazed out into the ocean, you longed for his eyes. The dark orbs that make you fall in love with him over and over again. Those orbs full of happiness that you love to see, especially when you’re the reason behind it.

Your gaze moved from his eyes, to his sharp nose, and down to his smooth lips. You smile as he grins from the sudden breeze, his arm instinctively wrapping around you to keep you warm.

“How long have you been staring?” His grin never falters, eyes still looking forward.

“How long have you noticed?” He finally pulls away from setting sun, his dark orbs now gazing lovingly into yours. You grin, a soft giggle making its way past your lips. His eyes flash for a moment, pupils dilating. You knew he would smile.

He beams from ear to ear, an airy laugh escaping his lips. His eyes glance down at yours before making eye contact again. Cupping your face with his free hand, he leans in, closing the gap.

Kissing him back gingerly, you let out a sigh, a feeling of warmth bubbling in your chest. You felt his lips twitch, a smile creeping up to his lips as you grin. Pulling away, you both release a fit of giggles, the golden hue now slowly fading away. Jun turns to watch the sun disappear, his eyes smiling with glee. However, your eyes were still on him, and no matter how many sunsets you see, or how many breathtaking views you come across, nothing compares to Jun.

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wonwoonlight · 2 years

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something smooth / boo seungkwan

➝ Reader & Seungkwan (platonic) // feat. a lot of other idols

➝ coffee shop!au // slice of life // fluff // nonidol!au

➝ word count: 2.4k

➝ haven cloud masterlist (can be read as standalone)

➝ What’s playing in Haven Cloud

Seungkwan's the best barista you've ever known and you wish he'd own it already.

Don’t get you wrong. Seungkwan is a very handsome man.

But it’s really not your fault that your first impression of him is one that includes the guy toppling over the basket decoration and almost knocking his head on the counter. Long story short, you really just see him as a brother you need to take care of from time to time regardless of your age.

That said, you’re trying your best to hold back the teasing grin as you see girls gush over him during this workshop. Seungkwan is dashing, and it doesn’t help that he’s very charming with words that people just tend to admire him. But this is different, girls are at awe and some of them aren’t very subtle with their blatant stares. You don’t think those stares are meant to be subtle, too.

Seungkwan sends you a knowing glare from where he’s at, and you shrug innocently, snickering with Jeonghan who’s sitting beside you just to annoy the younger guy who’s demonstrating how to grind coffee beans. The both of you grin sheepishly when Chan reminds you to tone it down because otherwise Seungkwan wouldn’t be able to focus.

“Alright. If that’s clear enough, who wants to try it out first?” Seungkwan offers, his tone low, and you have to stifle a laugh by hiding your face into Jeonghan’s shoulder before Chan actually scolds you. You can’t really explain why, but it’s just funny listening to Seungkwan being this… formal. You love him with all your heart, you really do, but you’re too used to his usual loud, silly self that seeing him cool and serious is a little funny even if you admit he’s very charismatic that way; perhaps even to the point where you almost see him as a man instead of a brother.

“Can I?” A soft voice chimes first, and you see Seungkwan looking almost relieved when he spots the girl who speaks up. She’s fairly focused, you notice since earlier, and you think she’s one of the few people who actually signs up to learn how to make coffee and run the machines instead of coming here to ogle at the three men in your cafe.

It’s really not subtle the way some of them keep on glancing at those men, nor the annoyed glance they throw your way at how close you and Jeonghan are sitting with each other. Jeonghan doesn’t actually have anything to do during workshops, because Chan closes the cafe until lunch to focus on this instead. Though, truthfully, he did ask the older guy to come to attract people. That hyung of his is overly handsome and there’s no way he’s not going to exploit his looks.

Ryujin has the day off because there’s an important exam that she needs to prepare for tomorrow, but you’re sure they would’ve ogled at her too if she’s here. Honestly, sometimes you wonder why Haven Cloud isn’t a hit yet, you thought people would definitely talk once they know how the owner, the pastry chef, and the barista look like, but you suppose the people who come here wants to keep the cafe to their own–hope for the cafe to be their own little place and you’re kind of glad it’s that way.

“Oh, let me,” Seungkwan says carefully after the girl successfully did her task in one go, about to move the filter into the brew head but is failing miserably to fit the tool there. “Don’t panic, you’ll spill the grounded coffee and we don’t want that, do we?”

Jeonghan yelps when your fingers dig the skin of his arm, though whatever annoyance he harbours immediately disperse at the sight of you biting your lip to contain your squeal.

“You look like his mom.” Jeonghan shakes his head before telling you to stop gripping his arm. “Why are you even this excited? Have you never seen him do a workshop?”

“No. Last time he did it I was sick. And, because I’ve never seen so many girls swoon at him this openly. He’s, like, my son.” You match his dramatics, and Chan shushes you again because apparently you both are distracting some of the students. You want to defend yourself by saying the ones distracted are already distracted to begin with because they’re there to see Jeonghan, but Chan looks at you sternly and you pout at that. “Gosh, I know he has his own share of admirers, but it’s a little weird to see people shamelessly stare at him like that.”

You catch Seungkwan’s gaze from behind the counter, pressing his lips together to muffle a triumphant laugh. The jackass probably sees Chan scolding you even though he can’t hear anything from there.

The workshop goes quite peacefully after that, because you decide to tune in and listen to Seungkwan even though you’ve actually got this lesson already–and pretty much exclusively, if you may say so, because Seungkwan needed to train you the basic of running the machines and how to make some basic drinks when you just started working.

“Hi, handsome.” You wink once Seungkwan is close enough, the workshop finally taking a ten minute break, sitting down between you and Jeonghan and forcing you two to move just to be annoying. But of course Jeonghan is unbothered, so it’s really just you who moves to the side and makes way for Seungkwan to sit.

“You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes, though there’s really no malice in his voice. You share a laugh with Jeonghan, and you both tease the younger guy on how charismatic he was, teaching girls (and two guys) how to make coffee. Seungkwan pretends to not care about it, though you can tell that he’s fighting a smile and the tips of his ears are getting red from the attention.

“Seriously though, they’re all looking at you with heart eyes.” You nudge at him, and then hover in front of the younger guy to pretend to whisper with Jeonghan even though Seungkwan is literally right there between you two. “Right, Han? I think some of them are looking this way because he’s here with us.”

Jeonghan nods a confirmation, and Seungkwan huffs another sigh of annoyance though his chest bubbles with fondness at the two of you. If he’s to be honest, he’s always liked attention; and he knows with all his heart that the two of you often take turns teasing him to supply that, knowing full well Seungkwan likes it when he’s the center of attention. It’s obvious because the two of you don’t do it as much with Chan and Ryujin even though the two are just as expressive.

“What are you teaching them next?”

“The usual.” He shrugs, cracking his neck from side to side. “Latte. I always follow that route for a one time class.”

“Are they going to learn the famous Boo Seungkwan’s latte? The smoothest coffee known to mankind?” you nudge him annoyingly with a grin, which Jeonghan joins not a second later as you both continue to shower him with praises.

Chan shakes his head in amusement, not understanding how he’s the youngest between you four. For all its worth though, he can’t be more grateful knowing everyone gets along to this extent. “Alright, give it a rest, guys. He needs to continue the workshop in a bit and I don’t want him all red in the face.”

It’s funny, to be honest, because Chan and Seungkwan actually bicker a lot more than one could imagine though it’s all in good heart. But you suppose this is another reminder that Chan is just born to be a leader–he knows when to draw the line and when to let it be; doesn’t really hesitate to voice his concern out loud even if he might be considered as a killjoy at times.

The four of you talk a little after that, wondering if it’s a good idea to open a baking workshop for a change because Jeonghan is… well, Jeonghan. He’s a very good baker, but you’re not sure if he’s fit to lead a workshop. He’s flirty and he likes to joke around with your customers–sometimes a little too much, but the only reason why he gets away with it is because he’s literally Yoon Jeonghan–plus, you’re sure 90% of the applicants would just come to watch him instead of actually learning how to bake.

Seungkwan gets back to his station after that, glaring at you once again when you cheer softly for ‘the world’s smoothest latte’. It’s always fun with Seungkwan, and as much as you tease him, you’re being serious when you say his coffee is probably the best you’ve ever tasted and, as a university student with trouble staying awake, you’ve tasted shit ton of coffee.

He’s a friend who’s very self-assured, but quickly turns abashed the moment you praise him for his talent. It’s the perfectionist in him, you think; it burdens him to know people expect a lot of something that he knows he’s good at. As much as he knows his worth, he’s an even stricter judge when it comes to his own craft.

Well, you’ll never tire to remind him his coffee is probably god tier. Sometimes that’s really all Seungkwan needs to hear.

Listening to Seungkwan talk about steaming milk and how to make latte art to other people feels like watching a lecture–a very interesting one that gets you concentrating even though some stuff just goes past your mind. You can tell how much the guy adores his coffee, how passionate he is and how he actually wishes these people would actually understand what he’s demonstrating and get something out of this course.

He shows them how to make latte arts, and even has it in him to show off his skill by making a bear out of the foam. You roll your eyes at his smirk when people ‘ooh’ at his latte, though deep down you’re just really proud that Seungkwan is owning his skill and showing people what he’s got. Because, frankly, you think he’s been too modest with what he’s got.

You see him gently guide a few students with the machine and then their arts, heart swelling with pride at how professional and in his element Seungkwan looks. Perhaps it has to do with your talk not too long ago.

It kind of hurts to listen to Seungkwan talk about how he thinks he’s not as good as Chan or Jeonghan makes him to be–that it makes him nervous and floods doubts into his head. Seeing him like this, you feel like you can now confidently pick a memory that serves as a reminder someday for Seungkwan that he’s good where he’s at and everything more.

Almost two hours later, you, Seungkwan, and Chan are huddled together on the sofa seat. The workshop has just ended fifteen minutes ago, and Seungkwan is lying on your lap as you play with his ear because it’s something that has always helped him relax. Chan sits on the sofa across you while Jeonghan is in the kitchen to get some freshly baked pastries for Seungkwan.

“You’ve worked hard.” You tug on his ear lightly, making the guy whine. He’s been standing for almost two hours straight, and now that the rush of teaching other people about coffee has finally left his body, the exhaustion catches up and he claims he can’t really feel his legs–hence the position you find yourself in. “You were very cool, you know? Never thought I’d say it out loud.”

He pouts at your words, though you know he understands what you’re trying to say. Chan is going through the feedbacks the students left, and you laugh as you see Seungkwan hides his face in your middle at the constant praises Chan is reading out loud.

“This one says ‘I really like the way Seungkwan explains things passionately. It didn’t feel like a workshop at all. I actually applied because I had nothing to do and came across the ad on Instagram, but I’m glad I came. I got to learn a lot and he’s very handsome too ;) Totally makes it easy to concentrate. Will he be making my drink if I come as a customer?’. Cherrie, have you been counting how many of these have called Seungkwan handsome?” Chan asks teasingly, making Seungkwan buries his face even deeper to your stomach.

“Ah, I think I’m about to lose my title as the Handsome Chef,” Jeonghan joins in effortlessly, telling Seungkwan to get up and eat the croissant because they need to open the cafe in a bit. “But it’s okay. I think Handsome Barista has a better ring to it. And because it’s Seungkwan, I will gladly step down from the title.”

You laugh at how warm his neck feels, immediately telling the guys about it only to have Seungkwan get up from your lap and huff at you guys for picking at him the whole day. You giggle at his pout, though he bites into the pastry anyway and hums in appreciation. You scoot closer to lay your head on his shoulder, taking a bite when Seungkwan offers the delicacy to your lips.

Jeonghan and Chan get back to the kitchen not long after that to get ready, though not before ensuring Seungkwan it’s okay for him to rest some more because they still have about 30 minutes to go and he’s basically been working since morning. Chan’s brother is coming in a bit to help, anyway.

“But, really, you were very cool, Kwan,” you say softly, head still perched against his shoulder. This much, you hope Seungkwan knows how sincere you’re being. “I hope you don’t doubt yourself ever again. If you do, just take a look at these feedbacks and remember how all of your students sing praises to you when the only question asked was how they felt about the workshop.”

Seungkwan smiles through his nose before his hands start to play with the pile of folded cards full of feedback regarding the workshop. You pick some that is basically a confession letter, and Seungkwan snatches it from you before you can tease him further–you’ve done that enough for the day.

“Thank you though,” he whispers out of nowhere, eyes still focused on the card in his hands. He’s smiling shyly to himself, not having it to look at you when he says those words. “For always reminding me all is good.”

You pull away and beam at him, dropping a kiss on his cheek before telling him that’s just your duty as his friend–that you’ll remind him a thousand times more if that’s what you need to do to make him believe he’s the best barista in your world.

A/N: this was actually finished back on august but i considered having an actual schedule so i've been just keeping it but i decided to just post whenever now hehe. enjoy and pls do tell me your thoughts <3

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seokmingiggles · 3 years

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be your enemy.

Anon requested on 210315: "hii queen!! i just saw that your requests were open for the 65 song lyrics prompt thing! if it's okay with you, i'd like to request an angst drabble with mingyu + 39 on the prompt list pls!! thank you soo much!!"

Song lyric prompt 39: “Close your eyes; if you’re tired, lean on me for a second.” TAEMIN, WENDY; Be Your Enemy.

Find the rest of the prompts here!

I’m also using @ficscafe’s scenario event prompts:

2. when they have to fight off a villain. 10. when they fall in love with someone they’re not supposed to. 46. when they apologize.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x gender neutral reader

Genre: angst, minimal fluff, special agent!au/assassin!au, dystopian!au.

3.05k words

Warnings: major character death (I would not consider the scene to be detailed, but please be wary of this major warning), the use of a gun as a weapon, mentions of blood, overall themes of deceit, two curse words, a fairly awkward kiss.

With the downfall of the world, rates of crime have increased drastically, particularly where you live. You’ve become something akin to a weapon, readily available to eliminate each target you find yourself assigned by your strict boss.

Alternatively, working as a special agent of a corrupt organization initially seemed to have its perks—maybe the work was more laborious than you and Mingyu once thought.

A/N: I’ve been trying to avoid using the song titles directly as my own, but this one in particular greatly helped inspire the direction I took with this fic. I tried a new method of writing here, which also aided in the plot progression; the story eventually became something I’m genuinely fond of. This is the longest piece I’ve written (especially for a request) since January, but I also feel like my writing skill has drastically improved within these past few months I’ve been posting on Tumblr. I’m quite proud of this one (despite being intimidated by a genre I don’t typically write for); I hope you enjoy it too.

A special thank you to @wonwooslibrary for beta reading this in its first version and letting me ramble about the ideas I couldn’t think of how to include at the time.

Here is the song that I used to inspire this fic, along with its lyrics.

As I’ve mentioned in the warnings of this fic, there are some heavy themes below the cut which some may find uncomfortable. Nothing is explicitly detailed, but please be wary if you find any of the above topics to be triggering.

•• You can close your eyes," you mumbled, not to startle the silence surrounding your exhausted bodies. "Lean on me, here."

You patted your shoulder, shuffling as close as you could get while confined by your seatbelt in the backseat of the car.

A day's end meant aching muscles and heavy eyelids. Luckily, you didn't work alone; you had another agent with you: Agent Kim, who, along the way, had proved himself more than worthy to work alongside you.

You were somewhat skeptical of the agent's abilities initially—him being your subordinate and you being top-of-the-line; it was an awkward match at first. His height alone was both a strength and weakness: it allowed him to take longer strides, moving faster, stronger; however, he certainly wasn't the stealthiest of the bunch. The latter reason ticked you off more easily than you'd like to admit.

And yet, when he'd so sweetly apologize profusely to you—wide eyes and lips in the ghost of a pout—you believed him when he said he was sorry.

"I believe this is your stop," your driver for the night—another agent in your field, Lee Seokmin—spun around in his seat. "Try to have fun, but not too much fun, okay?"

Another liaison whose mouth got on your nerves.

The driver's face contorted in what you could only guess was a grin from his teasing words; the chain around his neck caught your eye as it shone beneath the streetlamps before it plunged into the depths beyond his shirt's collar.

You mumbled out a quiet "Thanks" while your work partner expressed the sentiment much more graciously.

•

The movement from getting out of the car to the hotel's elevator provided another quiet moment between you and Mingyu. The doors shut behind you as you shuffled inside; the agent pressed the button to head upwards to your floor, and you were off. Your stomach lurched with the pull of the elevator—you were already feeling uneasy since this morning, but the sensation intensified now. The walls seemed to creak, shuttering and mirroring the stirring of your stomach flip-flopping beneath the surface. Palms clammy, you shoved them into your pockets to remove them from your sight, yet you continued to stand up tall, face as neutral as could be.

The metal doors of the elevator opened with a chiming ding, freeing you from your temporary prison. Mingyu stepped out of the elevator first and turned left in the direction of your room; you trailed behind him with much lighter footsteps.

He's still rather clunky despite all those years of training; if you let yourself relax, you might have rolled your eyes at the thought.

It wasn't unusual for agents to share hotel rooms. It saved on money; it was convenient if either of you were called to action in the middle of the night.

Tonight was no exception; Mingyu was just another one of your coworkers with which you've had to bunk.

"I'm going to use the bathroom quickly."

You knew you didn't need to say anything, really, but the unease in the pit of your stomach said otherwise, forcing the words to expel out of your mouth before you could realize it.

Mingyu hummed an "Okay" as he fiddled with the room's curtains, sliding the drapes to take in the night view over the city. It was one of the few times in which he felt small, insignificant; a moment where he could get lost in observing the endless specks of the amber in the streetlights and red of the moving traffic disappearing on the grid-like roads.

You turned the corner to reveal the small bathroom. The light above the sink buzzed at the flick of the switch by the door frame. Shutting the door behind you, you padded softly towards the sink: a ceramic dish with limited counter space neighbouring it, small trails of rust were beginning to form at the base of the faucet.

You turned the—what you would imagine once to be a blinding platinum tone—handles, a short squeak releasing before the flush of cold water engulfed the sink. You cupped your hands, water pooling and slipping between your fingers. A quick splash of cold water over your face was enough to bring you back to your senses. You grabbed a pristine white towel from the adjacent shelf, patting your face and hands dry.

You didn't bother checking your reflection before nearing the door and leaving the room, another click of the light switch silencing the static buzzing.

You momentarily stopped, squeezing the towel in your hands, "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

Your pace quickened as you approached Mingyu with his hands fiddling through your belongings, "Why are you going through my stuff?" You tossed the towel to the bench on the side.

The lump in your throat that you had just managed to push down gradually bubbled up to the surface once more, agitated, fists suddenly clenching—

"Care to explain this?"

Your medallion, silver and shining in the dim hotel room lighting suddenly became the most blinding piece of jewellery you'd ever laid your eyes on.

Mingyu swallowed hard; he knew he was pushing his luck—this particular medallion, the swirling insignia inscribed on it—could mean nothing good. Maybe someone else planted it there. Maybe it was just a mistake.

He was hoping it was just a mistake.

Instead of his wish, he was surprised when a scoff left your mouth. An unusually sly smirk decorated your features when you spoke, "What is there to explain?" Maybe playing coy would pay off.

But Mingyu saw right through you immediately.

The boy's eyebrows furrowed in an instant, hand still clutching the silver chain of the pendant and slowly lowering it to his side.

"You're not stupid. You know what that is, what it signifies," Mingyu looked at the necklace once more. "Have you not been"—he wasn't sure what to say to make the situation better, to ease his accelerating heart rate—"truthful all this time?"

Your arms only crossed over your chest at his question, enclosing yourself into internal apprehension and threatening to shut him out for good.

"Truthful," Mingyu tried again, "to me?"

"You would've found out at some point, Gyu–"

"Please don't call me that."

One step backwards and then another—dropping the necklace in the process, Mingyu no longer cared as a hand found purchase on his gun still held securely in the holster latched tightly around his waist.

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed when he cleared his throat, "Did Seokmin know?"

All you could do for a moment was continue to gaze downwards at the mention of that name, staring at the ugly pattern on the hotel carpet—a sub-genre of spirals that looped around and around and were good for nothing other than making your stomach churn even more. Your nails dug into your palms at the pressure enclosed within your fists.

The agent across from you repeated his question, evidently becoming more exasperated, breath hitching and tears prickling in his eyes.

"Yes," you kept your tone low, suddenly ashamed, and voice quieting as your words continued, "yes, Seokmin knew."

Mingyu didn't so much as flinch. A stern and solemn gaze still plastered on his face despite his watering eyes, his voice tasted bitter when he asked, "So, what are you going to do now, huh? Are you going to shoot me? Are you going to forget that we've been working together for the past year? Push past all of the—all of our good memories? Push past that you know me? That you're my friend–"

"You've never called me your friend."

"Not outright, but fuck, let's not have this conversation now!" Mingyu's tone began to rise as he shifted on the edge of the bed. "We both know that there can't be a bright outcome from this," he paused to catch his breath. "Don't we?"

You both also knew it was a rhetorical question.

The medallion—so shiny and pretty, so dainty and silver—also came with a cost. A promise with blood, your life was nothing short of sold to the band of hired assassins who were linked with that very symbol. Their hospitality was good; the money was better.

Yet, it came with the price that you couldn't have predicted: that you would one day have to eliminate your very partner in your field—he who didn't wear the same medallion.

"Just get it over with, (Y/N)," shifting again, his weight sunk the mattress down; the crisp duvet now crinkled, no longer unscathed. "If you fail your mission, who knows what kind of trouble you'll get into."

"But you can't just give up on everything–"

"What other choice do I have?"

Your mouth opened but only to close once more, suffocating like a fish out of water. Floundering, you couldn't find the words to answer Mingyu.

"What other choice do you have?"

He was right. What other choice was there?

Slowly, you unclenched your fists, breath steadying—in through your nose, out through your mouth. There you go, just like that. It'll be okay—like the boy in front of you had taught you when you had come back from a particularly exhausting mission last summer.

You had been stepping through the corridors without the intention of being stopped. You had wanted nothing more than to wash up and be alone for the rest of the evening—that was until the rookie had seen your dishevelled appearance and had asked you what was wrong.

You didn't even realize you had begun crying that night until his hand raised in-level with your face and wiped away a falling tear.

You didn't expect to let your guard down to him then (and that certainly wasn't the last time that Mingyu would check in on you from time to time).

You had been taught to kill. You had been taught not to get attached to the enemy.

Never would you have thought that your supposed enemy would be sat in front of you with familiar brown eyes.

Those same fawn eyes which you found yourself becoming more and more comfortable around as the days passed. You found yourself inexplicably drawn to him.

Sure, the world had gone to shit with the government being overthrown and the significant spike of violence, but at least you had Mingyu in your life: a beacon of optimism that drowned out the screams of the city and cries of terror that quickly smothered out any and all remains of joy this world had to offer.

He gave you hope. He ignited the fire in your heart that pushed you forth to keep going day after day. He made you laugh when you felt as if there was nothing left in the world that could bring you delight; he allowed you to cry when you were convinced the act was nothing more than a sign of weakness.

You felt like you owed the boy your entire life and then some.

You cleared your throat, "Could I try something?"

You're not sure where the newfound idea came from, but staring at the gentle slope of Mingyu's nose, trailing down to the slight peak at the bottom of his cupid's bow above his pink lips, maybe this was the least you could do.

The least you could do—it would be a lie if you said you didn't want to either.

You strode over to the agent with a blooming surge of confidence. Gun in tow still strapped to your side, you took a seat next to him on the bed. Mingyu typically towered over you when you stood next to each other—sitting here was no exception.

You slid your palm over your clothed thigh before carefully cupping the side of his face. Waiting for one, two seconds before you gradually leant in only to feel Mingyu's lips unexpectedly meeting you halfway. You wished the gesture was romantic, but your hand was still clammy as you held your buzzing nerves in your palm along with Mingyu's cheek. Your mind became even more confused and unsettled and swirling with the pit of your stomach as the seconds passed. You felt a tear slip down the boy's face as it met your thumb despite him bringing his hand up to support the back of your head, deepening the kiss, pulling you closer to him.

He momentarily froze when he felt the cold end of your weapon meet the bottom of his chin. The two of you parted from the kiss but remained to hold one another, still close enough to feel the hot breath of his exhale fan across the bottom of your lip.

"I don't have to do this, you know," you whispered, nearly recoiling at the stale taste of your mouth, suddenly hyper-aware that you had kissed Mingyu with that same mouth.

Your grip on your gun's handle was weak but tightened when Mingyu enveloped your hand with his.

"Then allow me to help."

He cocked the safety release, not once removing his eyes from your gaze.

Another tear fell, this time from your eye, yet only to be swept away by Mingyu's thumb before it even reached your chin.

"I think–" you weren't sure where your words were going. Your eyes pressed shut, face slightly lowering, "I think that I–"

"Don't say it."

Looking up once more, you couldn't bear to see the delicate grin dancing on Mingyu's face.

He briefly glanced out of the window adjacent to the bed, admiring the pretty lights one last time before turning to you again. "I know," he mumbled with a smile. "Me too."

It was that same smile that welcomed you last summer. That same smile that wormed its way into your heart shortly after. That same smile that belonged to the boy—arguably the only boy—to which you felt yourself growing attached.

Mingyu squeezed your hand—your finger—before you realized what was happening, followed by a deafening bang of the gun, still ringing and pounding in your eardrums despite its silencer.

Eyes shut tightly from the sudden noise, you didn't want to open them to reveal the mess that you knew was waiting for you on the other side of your eyelids, decorating the mattress ahead of you like some kind of cruel masterpiece made by an artist you hated.

Now that you think of it, you never enjoyed painting.

Instead, you placed your hand on the boy's leg that was still lightly touching yours from where he continued to sit. He was still warm.

He still felt alive.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry, I'm–" the words repeated until you ran out of breath. "I didn't want to. I didn't mean to–"

You abruptly stood, head spinning for a moment before you turned in the opposite direction. Then, finally, trusting your vision, the rest of the room came into your sight as you stepped with shaky legs to the bathroom.

You moved one foot in front of the other until you made it to the sink, hunching over the short countertop. Deep inhales and swallowing the air, your hands shook as you gripped the edge of the sink. You raised your head to peer in the mirror, only to see speckles of scarlet painted on your face, gradually drying and progressively becoming darker as time passed—a timer ticking upwards from the moment the gun was fired.

You couldn't recognize yourself.

The same squeak emitted from the faucet as your weak grip turned the handle. You began with your hands, washing the red from them, then splashing the water on your face to rid yourself of all evidence of the last ten minutes—especially when Mingyu's lips were on yours: that was what you wanted to forget the most.

A sudden ring from the hotel's phone made your heart lurch; your last meal, too, nearly came up in the mix.

Tracing your hand on the wall for stability, you remained in the bathroom, slowly striding to the phone next to the toilet.

A clear of your throat before a wavering, "Hello?"

You wiped the droplets of water beading down your face with your sleeve—it was a mistake when you examined the fabric, stained with splatters of death.

"You did well."

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at the voice laced with the grin you loathed. You didn't respond.

Instead, the voice continued, "I'll send someone to dispose of the body. You've done enough, Agent."

"Thank you, Sir."

The line went silent. You slowly removed the phone from your ear and put it back in its holder on the wall.

All you could do was slink down until you made contact with the tiled floor; coldness seeped through your soiled clothes—you wished for it to numb you.

You let yourself sob into your arms, finally breaking down. You knew Mingyu would allow you to cry.

Although now, you knew that it no longer mattered what Mingyu thought.

•

Parked in his car a few blocks down the street, Seokmin peered through the hotel window once more as he fiddled with his phone. A similar grin from that he wore earlier decorated his features when he dialled another number.

"(Y/N) managed to do it," he leaned back in his seat, gaze still trained through the window despite the action beyond the glass having ceased long ago. "Mingyu was the last one. We're good now. Safer."

The mobile conversation ended with a beep beneath Seokmin's thumb.

His plan had worked: his group of assassins wiped out the rest of the agents under an opposing leader—the weak links who weren't part of his newly established medallion clan. It was a long shot—which Seokmin knew—but he also knew that with the reduction of agents in the field, he'd gain more power.

There was now no one else in his way; he'd become the top of the line in this city. He'd no longer be a laughing-stock. He'd be feared.

Seokmin fiddled with the chain around his neck, thumb finding the medallion's smooth surface as it gleamed beneath the moonlight.

The ghost of a smile curled upon his chapped lips.

He turned the key in his car's ignition, driving away and quickly consumed by the darkness of the city.

After all, the lights weren't so pretty up close.

••

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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hi! could you do a woozi comfort fic, the reader has been having trouble eating (I understand if you don’t want to tho!!) thank you!!

↳ good day!! my twt timeline was full of jihoon so could i request for jihoon being stuck in the studio for days and you both live together so he hasnt been going home lately... -🐼

all yours;

✎ pairing — idol!jihoon x reader

✎ genre — a little angst but mostly comfort

✎ warning(s) — they have an argument but it doesn't last very long

✎ word count — 1.61 k

this is also for ficscafe’s scenario event!

↳ #32 - when they don’t come home for dinner anymore

↳ #20 - when they cry into their arms

✎ a/n — hi anons! i combined these two - i hope you don’t mind so it may be a little different from what was originally requested! i’m so slow right now with requests but after i take my driver’s test this weekend i’ll be a bit more free! wish me luck! i’m going to be honest, i’m not super happy with how this turned out, sorry about that...

Jihoon has been in the studio for days.

Now you have your own problems to worry about. University wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either, but you figured that since Seventeen was preparing for a comeback, and that your boyfriend had produced all their songs, Jihoon had it much worse than you did.

In reality however, both of you weren’t handling the stress too well. While Jihoon spent all his time locked in the studio adding the final touches to some songs, you hadn’t left your apartment because of exams. Neither of you had caught a glimpse of the other all week. During seasons of extreme schedules, you and Jihoon were used to spending some time in your own little worlds, but no matter what, you two always found a way to spend time together and relieve the stress.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had slept, eaten, or done anything remotely responsible for that matter. And it was normal for Jihoon to spend hours on end perfecting the most minuscule details in his music, but he hasn’t been coming home, and you were worried.

Pulling yourself together, you decide to surprise Jihoon at the studio on the one day when you didn’t have an exam to take. You prepare a homemade lunch using all of Jihoon’s favourite foods, topping it off with a handwritten note to encourage your boyfriend in the midst of the busy comeback season.

Now the original plan was to surprise Jihoon at the studio and somehow coax him into coming home for the night. However you knew that once Jihoon had set his mind to something, he wouldn’t rest until it was completed. That was why you also prepared a bunch of blankets and pillows to bring over to his workstation, in hopes that he would take a short break just to cuddle and catch up with you.

Now that was the new and improved plan. However, once you knocked on the door and were met face to face with a very grumpy looking boyfriend, you immediately search for a mitigation strategy.

“Jihoonie! Surprise!” You knew you had to be a bit more energetic than usual, in order to mask the combination of sleeplessness and hunger that were burning out your system.

“Yn don’t you know its comeback season? I’m still working on some stuff right now. And shouldn’t you be home studying for your exams this week?” If you were being honest, Jihoon’s state wasn’t very far from yours, which only encouraged you to press on further to get him to take a break.

“Ah...I thought you might need a little refresher before you go back to work.” You weren’t bothered with Jihoon’s initial reaction. Even his members would complain to you that he was a little irritable later in the day. “I brought some food! After maybe we could cuddle for a bit⁠—”

“Don’t you know how much work I have to do? You may watch our performances all the time but you don’t understand—”

“Stop right there Jihoon.” It wasn’t often that you called him by his full name and by the look on Jihoon’s face, you knew that you had just halted him from running his thoughts further. You hold yourself back from sighing in frustration. Was it so hard just to spend some quality time with the person you loved?

“Of course I understand the amount of hours you put into writing, and producing, and practicing and making everything perfect. I’m not asking you to take the day off, I’m just really worried that—”

“If you weren’t so airheaded all the time yn, you would understand that unlike some people, some of us are actually trying to do a good job.”

Pause. Jihoon pauses too. His eyes immediately widen after he registers the last thing he said to you and he quickly tries to remedy the situation with more words. However you stopped listening to everything that left his mouth after that. Your head is only ringing with the last thing you hear and god does it sting.

“I just wanted to bring you some food and get you to take a short break.” You’re sniffling now, and it doesn’t take long before you feel hot tears welling up. You knew that your body was tired from studying all night, but your excitement to see your boyfriend had distracted you from the exhaustion that was beginning to take its toll on your body as you became a stammering mess.

Jihoon reaches for your arm but you jolt back and turn away, you didn’t want him to see you crying. The last thing you wanted was for Jihoon to think you came all the way over to his studio to annoy him.

“Yn, oh I’m so sorry yn please look at me,” Jihoon is quick to take your hands in his. His heart aches to see you crying because of him. “Let’s go inside yeah? I want to talk about it.”

You nod your head and you’re partly grateful for the fact that Jihoon basically pulls you into the studio with him because you can barely see past your own tears. Tears that came from not only the current situation, but also from the exam stress that was beginning to weigh on your heart.

Jihoon closes the studio door and takes the bags from your arms. You feel everything suddenly go limp as you practically collapse on the couch as Jihoon wraps his arms around you and starts whispering a million apologies. “I’m sorry I said that, you were only trying to help and I didn’t appreciate it. I’m so, so sorry.”

You continue to nod and bury your face in Jihoon’s chest. You could feel your body weakening as the lack of rest, food and the extreme stress began to consume you whole. It wasn’t the first time you were stressed over university, but it was definitely the first time you felt this kind of exhaustion. Despite your efforts to fight away the fatigue, Jihoon’s soft caresses have you losing yourself to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

You open your eyes to find yourself bundled in one of the blankets and lying amidst the pillows you brought. You blink a few times to register your surroundings and upon noticing the dimmed studio lights, you feel your heart sink when your mind immediately goes back to the fight you had with your boyfriend.

Jihoon nervously glances up a few feet away as you slowly wake up. You notice that the homemade lunch is nowhere to be found and you feel a small wave of relief wash over you at the thought of Jihoon eating something proper for once. At least one of you would be taken care of, the sharp pang you feel in your abdomen attests to your last thought.

“Have you been eating yn? You look...exhausted,” Jihoon moves closer to you and brushes the hair away from your face as you stay in your resting position on the couch.

“It’s...difficult. Like I know I’m hungry but there’s so much work to do and I can’t bring myself to have a bite of— anything. I’m so tired Jihoonnie.” Jihoon kisses your forehead and pulls the blanket up to your chin. You tug his sleeve and try to invite him to join you under the covers.

“Not yet, I’m heating the food up right now. Let’s eat together, yeah?”

“It’s already late Jihoon, have you not eaten all day?”

“I could say the same for you.”

You pout at him and he gives you a small chuckle before moving in closer until your noses were touching. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier yn.”

“It’s okay Jihoon, I know you were just frustrated,”

“But what I said was not okay, you shouldn’t excuse any of that—”

“Okay then I forgive you Jihoon.” Jihoon pecks your nose with a kiss and squeezes your hand under the covers before heading out of the studio to bring back the food. Once he lets himself back inside, the atmosphere becomes much lighter, and you exchange small smiles before you scoot over to allow Jihoon to join you at your side.

Jihoon opens the first container and takes the chopsticks into his hand. You don’t fail to notice the hesitant glances he was making at you and you turn to face him, “Is there something wrong?”

Jihoon’s face flushes a light pink and you giggle at the way he avoids your eyes, “I know you’re— uh tired and all, so do you want me to feed you or something?”

You, feeling much better after your nap, cannot hold back the laughter that erupts from your gut and it echoes throughout the studio, much to Jihoon’s embarrassment. “Stop laughing yn! I’m being serious!” You weren’t used to seeing this side of Jihoon and while you always knew he was sweet, his attempts at being openly affectionate were too much for you to handle.

“You don’t need to go all mushy on me Jihoonie, I’m feeling much better now so I can eat by myself.” The sigh of relief that Jihoon does not attempt to cover makes you giggle and you grab your own pair of chopsticks before snuggling in closer to his side.

It’s not long before you and Jihoon finish your meals, satisfied with the fulfilling feelings in your stomachs and your hearts. Jihoon didn’t come back to the apartment with you as initially planned, but you wouldn’t have it any other way; a studio scattered with blankets, pillows and the embrace of your beloved was what made you a home for the night.

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a-cupof-jo · 3 years

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Dyspnea

Parings: Potion Master!Jaehyun X Medicinal Herbalist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Intended Angst, Magic!au

WC: 4.1K

Warnings: magic inaccuracies, food mentioned, tiny bit suggestive

For @ficscafe fic scenario event!

Summary: The candle flickered as Jaehyun’s breath caught the flame. The life you two lived together was simple, but he wouldn’t change anything about it, “Happy birthday, Jaehyun. Make a wish.” The flame flickered out. He hadn’t known it then, but he should have used that wish more wisely.

Prompt: 38. When they test out a love potion on their partner.

It wasn’t fair that so many people get to enjoy this day while he is stuck behind the shuttered windows dark shadows. He doesn’t hate this day. How could he? It was Valentine's day- and his birthday but that never mattered. Not to the everyday people who slip through his door hours before this day begins. He can’t blame them. For they came in search of something only he can provide.

Love.

Or at least some figment of love. For some it was a way to prove their love. Others used it to try and get their long time crush to like them back. Jaehyun can’t help but laugh every time a young teenager pushes open the door to his shop for the nth time that week saying that they wanted to test this “love potion” on another person. Of course he doesn’t give them a full love potion. Just something diluted down closer to an addictive, like honey. It barely lasts 15 minutes.

He hears a bell chime from the other room. Whipping his hands on his apron he walks through the separating doorway. “I’m sorry,” he glances toward a cracked window that no longer had sunlight gleaming through it. “I am actually closed.”

“Oh,” a man just shorter than Jaehyun stood in the middle of the room. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I’ll just come back tomorrow.” He bit his lip lightly glancing around the room.

“Nonsense,” Jaehyun waved his hand. “You are already here. Might as well make good of the trip. Besides. I don’t mind.” He grinned at the man, trying to ease the tension that laced through the newcomers face.

The man sighed before stepping closer, “I still feel bad.”

“Don’t,” Jaehyun gave a light laugh. “Gives me something better to do than stir pots,” he watched the man warily as the sentence left his lips. “Magical beings” were still a wary subject for some people even if they had been able to practice in the open for nearly 50 years now. When the man just gave him a small smile Jaehyun stepped behind the counter that held his potions and elixirs. “What can I help you find today Mr…”

“Oh, Lee. But just call me Taeyong,” he waved his hand around peering through the glass at the display. “Well here’s my situation.” He glanced up at Jaehyun. “I have a date coming up and my date said there is this potion that allowed a person to change their hair color just by drinking it,” Taeyong looked amazed as he stared up at Jaehyun. “I wanted to try it out for our next date. That, and I’m not sure how much more bleaching my scalp can go through.” He combed his hand through his hair giving it a light tug at the bangs afterwards.

Jaehyun grimaced as he watched the straw like strands fall back into place, “Well you’re where you need to be. I have a lot of potions for that.” He moved down the row to where a shelf full of colorful bottles filled every inch. “There’s all of these, plus I can also create other colors if you don’t see one you like here.”

Taeyong peered back through the glass eyes wide with wonder. He glanced around the box a few times. "What about white?" He rested a hand over a bottle he assumed to hold the potion.

Jaehyun grinned, "One of my best sellers." Reaching for a little black jar Jaehyun scan the man. He would obviously look good with white hair. He probably looks good with any color of hair. "You just want to try the white?"

Taeyong hummed a second glancing toward the moonlit window, "Yes, just the white."

Jaehyun set the bottle is a small leather pouch, "2 shillings." The coins clinked as rested on the counter. "Enjoy! Have a good night." He watched the thin man walk through the door and past the window before latching the door shut. Taeyong had been pleasant and kind but Jaehyun couldn't help but be slightly peeved with the man. Unlatching the door he peeked his head out; he glanced to his left and, yes, there was still the sign with hours stating 'Dawn to Dusk' hanging off the building.

The moon was bright tonight and he couldn’t help but stare at it. How could it be that a ball of rock could bring him such peace. Maybe it was just the ambiance, but a little part of him wants to believe that there's a little man that lives on that moon and watches over the earth. It might seem ridiculous, but he could brew color changing elixirs and make people fall in love, so it couldn’t be that far fetched.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” Jaehyun jumped lightly as arms wrapped around him from behind. He sighed as you placed your chin on his shoulder. “Sorry I wasn’t back earlier. I got stuck talking to Johnny at the market.” Your finger traced little patterns on his stomach as you both stood in the dimly lit doorway. “Come on, I’ll make dinner.” You pulled at his arm. Jaehyun closed his eyes taking a deep breath of clear night air before turning and giving you a soft smile. “I may have something for you. You know, considering it is valentines day.”

“Only because it’s valentines day,” He raised an eyebrow at you as you glided through the small store.

You were once an enigma to him. Someone he couldn’t reach, couldn’t touch. Your brother, adoptive brother, Johnny was Jaehyun’s best friend growing up. You were the aloof younger sister that Jaehyun hardly knew about until you made it to your apprenticeship. For as long as Jaehyun had known you, you’d have always been enamored by plants and flowers. So, when he found out you were studying herbal medicine, he wasn’t surprised.

“Of course, what other day would it be,” you gave him a small smile as you stood near the pot Jaehyun had previously been working at.

Jaehyun's relationship with you had been moments of fleeting looks, paths crossing, and unspoken rules. Two lives bending and swaying, following the same path, but never touching. Until you broke the pattern, you veered off course.

He had just finished his apprenticeship with the, now retired, potions master Kim. Mr. Kim had taken Jaehyun in from a young age, raising him when Jaehyun’s parents decided they didn’t want anything to do with someone containing magical properties. Johnny had planned a small party congratulating Jaehyun on his success. He didn’t know you were going to be there. Even if you were Johnny’s sibling you never showed anything but indifference to Jaehyun. Music had played from a small group of boys too loud for the space they were in.

You had sauntered over, a small flute of champagne dangling from your fingertips. "Can you do it?" Jaehyun had been surprised by your bluntness. "Take over for Kim. There's gonna be a lot of pressure," you noted, not unkindly.

"There will be, but Mr. Kim wouldn't let me take over if he didn't have at least some confidence in my abilities," he swiped the glass from your hand and swallowed down the contents. "Besides, he's still going to be around. He hasn't cut me loose yet."

You grabbed his hand in yours and tugged him towards the outskirts of dancing people, "A dance?" You didn't wait for a response as you twirled him closer to the center of the floor.

Jaehyun was not surprised at your fluid movements. Johnny had always bragged about how his sister was a natural dancer and the best in their city, perhaps the world. He smiled at you now sharing Johnny's sentiments. You gave him a small grin in return as the music died, "You're going to be great."

A whoop went up from one of the musicians, Donghyuck, Jaehyun's brain supplied. Your grin grew as you raised your voice in a louder whoop. Jaehyun watched as the sentimental atmosphere changed. You grabbed his hands leading him to a lively dance, "Beside, you can't fail, not when I'm just a few doors down."

"You mean cause Ms. Joy is a few doors down," Jaehyun teasing corrected.

You shake your head at him, "I'll be a few doors down."

You were, and a line that you didn't know existed between you both was crossed. Jaehyun wasn't sure who started the late night rendezvous or the unspoken pact of always standing by each other, but turned into late night talks which turned into early morning coffee, and later, shared lunches.

You guys fell into a rhythm, a three year rhythm that morphed into passing kisses, soft hugs, mornings of gentle coaxing and nights of soft loving.

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you glancing into the pot full of a clear liquid, thicker than water and smelled of sweet syrup, "Busy?"

You spun to face him shaking your head as you fixed the collar of his shirt, "Everyone was too busy being in love to be worried about visiting me.”

“Ah, the prettiest healer on the street doesn’t have love on this day,” Jaehyun furrowed his brow. “I knew this would happen. You would leave me because I have given love to everyone but you.”

You gave him a light giggle kissing the corner of his mouth, “I would never leave you.” You spin out of his arms walking further towards the house that sat behind the shop. “You are my soulmate,” you gave Jaehyun a look full of adoration and love.

Jaehyun was sure that his face read the same, “My perfect half.”

You motioned for him to follow you, “Come, I made something for you.”

“Made something for me,” Jaehyun stepped into the small living areas entryway. “What is the occasion?”

“It’s Valentine's Day,” you had shrugged, pulling a large dutch oven out of the convection oven. You turned and furrowed your brows at him, “and I think there’s something else going on today. Any idea what that is?”

Jaehyun shrugged, “None that I can think of.”

“Hmm,” you opened the lid letting more of the aroma fill the room. Your mouth popped open in mock surprise, “Oh, that’s right. It’s your birthday.” You placed vegetables on the table before scooping up some hot soup. You widen your eyes at him, humor dancing through them, “I can’t believe I forgot about it. Especially because I got you something special.”

“Something special?” Jaehyun placed cups on the small table as you set down the plates. “Where is it?”

You grinned and leaned in close to his ear, “That’s for me to know and you to find.” You laughed as Jaehyun let out a choked breath and scanned you up and down. “Now, let’s eat. You’re going to need all of your energy.”

“You are going to be the death of me,” Jaehyun gave an astonished laugh grinning as you sat across from him placing a small cupcake in front of him.

The candle flickered as Jaehyun’s breath caught the flame. The life you two lived together was simple but he wouldn’t change anything about it, “Happy birthday, Jaehyun. Make a wish.” The flame flickered out. He hadn’t known it then, but he should have used that wish more wisely.

Jaehyun hummed under his breath as the sun shone through his shop's open windows. Spring was just around the corner and Jaehyun’s happy mood couldn’t be dimmed. Warm bright weather brought in more customers. More customers meant that he was busier, and brought in more revenue, but mostly he was busier. That was one reason Jaehyun loved his job. He was working with his hands all day. There was never a moment where he was bored.

He watched as a little boy walked between the two aisles the shop held. It wasn’t much, but the little trinkets and common potions that lined the shelves made Jaehyun proud of how far he had come. He could still picture the small store from when he was around the young boy's age. Laughter sounded through the store as the boy tried to escape his mother's hands. "Have a good day!" Jaehyun watched the giggling pair walk out the front door. Turning to the backroom he sighed looking at the pot that sat there.

The weeks he had spent trying to develop a new love potion was wasted as he, once again, failed. Since before Valentines day, now nearly 2 weeks ago, he had been cooped up in that backroom, trying to find a better love concoction. You, while fully willing, were starting to become an annoyed test subject. Jaehyun couldn't help but get testy when you complained about the new love potion. If you were gonna tell him it wasn't good or right then maybe you could give some ideas on how to fix it. Maybe he just needs to find a new test subject. Jaehyun looked through the list of love potions and ingredients that he had already used. Too many, he scowled down at the pages and pages of notes he had made on each variety of potion he had made.

"Hello," he heard the little bell connected to the front door ring and someone walked around the shop, obviously looking for him.

Jaehyun sighed, rolled his shoulders back and tried to put on his best smile, "Hi, what can I help you with- Oh Taeyong. Hello." Jaehyun scanned the man in front of him. "The white looks good."

Taeyong reached up and ran a hand through his bright white hair, "Thanks. I love it and so did my date." He tapped his index fingers together as he walked back up to the counter full of the colored potions. "I wanted to try more."

Jaehyun smiled as the man scanned the rows, "We've plenty to choose from."

Taeyong narrowed his eyes, concentrating on different colors. He eyes flickered up and met Jaehyun's, "I can't decide. What do you think? What would look good?"

"He looks great in pink," a hand wrapped around his bicep. "He knows it too, but not many can pull it off well. You might be able to," Jaehyun grinned at you. While you were right about pink being a difficult color to pull off, you knew more than that, the pink dye was the hardest one to make. Which is why when Jaehyun glanced down at the box, he saw only 2 pink vials while the others had at least 10. "What about red? Maybe a green?"

Taeyong watched the two of you share another quick look. Clearing his throat slightly he looked down in the box again. "Red and green," he nodded his head. "Yes, I think I'll try those. One of each, please."

Jaehyun grabbed the two vials and placed them both in a leather patch that you held open, "Okay, 4 shillings." Taeyong placed the coins in Jaehyun's hand. "Have a good day!"

"You too," Taeyong gave a half hearted wave.

Jaehyun sighed as your arms wrapped fully around him, “What’s up?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at his face, your eyes fluted around looking for an answer.

“I still can’t get this potion right,” he ran his hands up and down your arms. Jaehyun felt you press closer to you, your hands started running up and down his sides. “I want something different, something that shows who you are supposed to love, but how are you supposed to know that.”

“Soulmates.” Jaehyun startled as the voice rang through the shop. He turned to glare at the man who had made him jump, “Sorry.” Taeyong raised his hands. “I didn’t mean to intrude or overstay my welcome, but I can’t help but be fascinated by all of this. And also you can’t really-”

“It’s fine,” your arms dropped away from Jaehyun. You finger tapped your chin as you considered Taeyong words, “Soulmates… that may work, but, how could you put something like a soulmate indicator in a love potion.”

Jaehyun tapped his hands on the counter. Soulmates, while not nonexistent, hadn’t been thought about in decades. In fact, Jaehyun didn't know the first thing about finding soulmates or even if he believed in them. It’s not not very plausible, he can’t just give someone a potion and tell them that it will give them their soulmate. There's more to it than that. More to love and being in love then just having souls destined to be together, "I can't do that." He shakes his head at the two who had continued to excitedly discuss the topic. He watched as their faces morphed to disbelief and disappointment.

Your hands came up to rest on your hips, "And why not."

Jaehyun reached into the glass cabinet rearranging vials and avoiding eye contact, "There's no way I can reveal soulmates. Too many indicators and no defiant way to squeeze all of those into one potion. Soulmates and their indicators have been hidden for years and it's rare that people ever find or want to be with their soulmate. Besides, there are too many variables."

"Too many variables," you gave a light scoff.

"What if you didn't give them a way to instantly reveal their soulmate," Taeyong cut in. "What if, instead, you revealed soulmate indicators or made them stronger."

"What do you mean," Jaehyun sighed. He knew they weren't going to give this up. The hope and excitement in their eyes made Jaehyun more hesitant to even consider creating this potion.

Taeyong walked closer to the counter where Jaehyun and you stood. “Soulmates, they are predestined, we can’t control or decide who they are or how we get paired. Now, many of us don’t meet our soulmates, the bonds aren’t as strong and people can find people they truly love. What if you strengthen the bonds? Revealed them?” Taeyong lifted his hand wiggling his fingers. “Sometimes I think I feel a tug on my hand, especially when I am at home alone. I can’t help but wonder if, hope, it’s my soulmate.”

You watched him, an unfamiliar look in your eyes. Slowly you turned to Jaehyun and grabbed his right hand in both of yours, “Please Jaehyun, you can do this, we can do this. Help others find their soulmate, their perfect half.” Your eyes pleaded with him.

It really wasn’t fair. You knew that he would do anything for you, and you used that against him. Jaehyun sighed, “Okay, I’ll try. If you think this will work I’m willing to work on it.” Jaehyun couldn’t help the small smile that graced his face as you gave him a hug cheering along with Taeyong. He watched as you danced around the room bidding goodbye as you ran back to work. Taeyong also raced out of the shop, saying something about a ruby and some fish. As he watched the door swing shut the smile dropped his face. He couldn’t help the dread that filled his stomach and the distinct feeling that this would not end well.

Jaehyun stirred the sweet smelling syrup again. This was his fifth attempt at this potion. By this point he was frustrated. Nothing was working, all he kept making were diluted love potions, potions that made eyes change colors when they saw their loved ones, and a potion that made your heart glow from inside your chest. Both you and Jaehyun had been disturbed by the last potion. He had spent two weeks trying to figure this out. Both Taeyong and you had been helping when and where you could. You would get herbs and plants of magical origins, guiding and helping with the new ones that Jaehyun hadn’t seen before. Whereas, Taeyong would stir the potions or gather, obscure, ingredients- fairy dust, dwarf warts, pegasus hoof shavings. While impressive, Jaehyun was too scared to ask Taeyong how he got all real, authentic these ingredients or knew about all of these ingredients. As far as Jaehyun knew, Taeyong wasn’t a magic user. Though he wouldn’t be surprised if he descended from fairies or mermaids.

He sighed as the potion bubbled the mugwort he just dropped in hissed as it blended, “Make a potion, they said. It will help people, they said.” He pulled out another vial. He had it simply labeled “love”. A base potion that he used when creating all his love potions, but this wasn’t a love potion, not truly. People don’t fall in love because of it, they may not even be able to find love because of it. With that thought in mind he set the base potion down and pulled out a different potion. It’s more medicinal, healing than anything else. It was the first potion that you and Jaehyun had made together. A potion that could heal a bond. Chi bonds specifically. Maybe it would work. If he broke it down to its core parts and mixed it with the current love potion or maybe the one that made your heart glow just a few nights ago.

Jaehyun jumped from his seat racing around the room grabbing ingredients and writing down ratios and doses. The smell of linens and irises filled the room. Jaehyun could help but feel comfort from the two smells. It smelled like you. Like a warm day under the sun laying in the little meadow sitting on the outskirts of town.

“It smells so good here,” Jaehyun looked up as you entered the room. You closed your eyes inhaling a deep breath. “Like just after it rains and…” you took another deep breath, “and roses.”

Jaehyun tilted his head. That was interesting. The scent was different to everyone. Maybe it was a comforting scent or the scent of your beloved. It may have worked this time. Jaehyun stirred the pot a few more times before turning off the heat, “I just need to let it cool now.”

You walked closer to him peering down into the now pale yellow potion, “You think it worked this time?”

Jaehyun wrapped an arm around your waist. He shrugged, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, “Maybe. I tried something different this time. It may do the trick.”

You hummed as he swayed you both back and forth, “That’s good. I’m really glad that you decided to make this. Soulmates were intended to be together, to have each other and we’ve moved so far from that.” You reached up and played with his hair twirling it between your fingers a few times, “I know that it doesn’t really matter, but I’d like to know, to confirm what I know, you’re my soulmate.”

Jaehyun was so in love with you. So ready to spend the rest of his days with you. He took another deep breath, linens and irises, “My better half.” He kissed under your ear before moving to grab a ladle from beside the pot, “Would you like to ladle or hold the bottles.” You grabbed the ladle from him motioning to move closer to the pot. “Would you like to know what I used this time? What the heart of this potion?” He watched you nod your head urging him to continue, “Our first potion.” Your head shot up surprise lighting up every feature. Jaehyun laughed, “I still remember you rushing in here and demanding I help you. You had never had to make a medicinal potion for a chi before. I hadn’t either, but that didn’t stop us from trying. Maybe we were lucky, or maybe it was fate because that day I feel deeply and madly in love with you. You unlocked my ability to love.”

You stood still. Face slack jawed but eyes full of love, “You’re such a dork.” Jaehyun couldn’t say anything before you were in his arms, lips on his, and arms wrapped around his shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Jaehyun grinned at you, pulling further away from you. He looked over at the now empty pot. “Now, rock, paper, scissors for who has to drink the potion.” He held his hand up in a fist.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes at him. “Rock, paper, scissors.” You sighed as he held up scissors motioning to cut through your paper. “Fine,” you picked up the small vial tilting it in a small cheers before drinking the liquid inside.

Jaehyun waited, the air tense around the two of you. A bell rang, but he didn’t pay any attention to it. A small red string pulled at your previously bare pinkie, “Hey guys! What’s going on. It smells so good here, like fresh linen and Irises. Are you guys back he- oh.” The string led past Jaehyun and tugged tight where Taeyong stood, his hand lifted in surprise.

Tag List: @qianinterprises @stayctday @infnteen

#ficscafe scenario event #ficscafe #k-dinernet #knet-bakery #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #soulmate au #magic au

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qianinterprises · 3 years

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Smoke Detector

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Warnings: burnt food, tears, self-doubt

Scenario 1) when they (you) mess up cooking dinner for the first time.

Summary: you want to make dinner for Taeyong on your anniversary, but to do so requires help from the fourth best chef in NCT. Unfortunately, that isn't enough to stop disaster.

Genre: fluff, minor angst

Author's Notes: I am participating in the ficscafe scenario event! You may be seeing a few of these pop up as I am super excited to write these scenarios! Also, I apologize if this is kinda sucky. I wrote it in one sitting because I just had SO much inspiration, but there's a very good chance that this isn't very good.

Word Count: 2.6k

Tag List: @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

For as long as you could remember, you'd never learned how to properly put on a meal. Sure, you could make ramen in the microwave or throw together a sandwich, but anything involving more technical skills and you were screwed. For that reason, you never offered to cook for your boyfriend, which admittedly made you feel inadequate, but he was so an amazing chef that admitting your lack of skills was embarrassing to say the least.

Taeyong had no idea you had very little talent in the kitchen. You never told him about the time you nearly burnt down your mother's kitchen trying to make tacos or the time you forgot your scones in the oven until they were black as coal and hard as stones.

Taeyong's cooking skills were perfect. He could whip nothing into the most delectable meal you'd ever tasted. And that was daunting.

He should be with someone who he could partner with. Someone who could share the responsibility of the kitchen because you knew, when Taeyong got home after allday of schedules, the last thing he wanted to do was cook. But he did so anyway (unless you'd convinced him to get takeout). He never complained. Never questioned why you didn't cook for him. Never gave you anything but a happy smile and a soft peck on the lips.

Lee Taeyong was just too perfect. So perfect in fact that today, on the morning of your two year anniversary, he had taken the morning off and instead, bounced around in the kitchen cooking up all your favorite breakfast foods before surprising you in bed with them. He had roused you awake and placed the tray on your lap before crawling back in bed beside you and kissing your lips.

“Happy anniversary my love,” he had whispered against your lips.

The morning had been spent enjoying his well-crafted breakfast with sleepy cuddles and a slow, sensual, naked dance beneath the sheets before he had to peel himself away with a promise that he would be home in time to make dinner.

With that, he had left, and you spent the rest of the afternoon fretting. Taeyong had made breakfast. A breakfast that didn't consist of cheerios or toast. He had taken the time to use his morning to whip up a breakfast fit for a king. And now he was planning on two meals in one day!

Your stomach churned uncomfortably, fear gripping your heart. One day, Lee Taeyong would realize that he was too good for you, and then he’d be gone. Off to find someone better for him. Someone like Doyoung, who he could cook with without supervision. Or maybe even someone like Johnny, bigger than him, that could hold him tight and ease away all of his worries.

You were useless. At least, that’s what your subconsciousness whispered in the back of your head.

As two pm rolled around, you were tired of moping. Taeyong deserved someone better. So you would become better. That would just require a little bit (a lot) of help from someone who knew their way around the kitchen.

The first person you contacted was Kun, but when he didn’t respond, Doyoung became the next best thing. Quickly, you sent the male a quick text because you had no idea who Taeyong was scheduled with today.

‘Do you have 127 schedules today?’

Doyoung didn’t take long to text back.

‘Yeah, why?’

Always one to get to the point. But you liked that about Doyoung.

‘Just curious, wasn’t sure who Taeyong was scheduled with today.’

You huffed. The simplest choice went out the window. Had Doyoung been free, you would have invited the male over and had him help you cook a gorgeous dinner. Although part of you was glad you had to go with plan b. Plan b wouldn’t get irritated and yell at you quite as easily as Doyoung would.

‘How’s my favorite Dreamie?’ you sent, hoping Dreams schedules were clear that day because you were running out of options.

‘Jeno’s doing fine? Why?’

‘I’m not talking about Jeno, you nincompoop!’

These boys were going to be the death of you one of these days.

‘Haha, I know, what’s up? What do you need?’

‘Why do you assume I need something?’

‘-.-’

‘Fine. I need your help cooking dinner for Taeyong!’

It took the boy longer to respond and you assumed his answer was no when your phone began to ring. When you answered, he didn’t even give you time for a proper greeting.

“Why do you need my help?” Jaemin asked.

You let out a huff. None of the boys knew your dirty little secret, but you knew Jaemin (or Doyoung for that matter) would help you without an explanation.

“Because I can’t cook to save my life! And he cooks all the time! And I just want our anniversary to be special! Will you help me or not?!”

“How are you dating Taeyong hyung without knowing how to cook?!”

“Jaemin!” you whined, red creeping up to your cheeks.

He let out a breathy laugh.

“I can’t come over. Our managers gave us the next few days off and Renjun and Jeno have barricaded us all in here, but I can help you over the phone!”

Not exactly what you had in mind, but with Jaemin helping you, what could possibly go wrong?

Later on that evening after deciding to make something relatively simple for Taeyong, Jaemin helps you create a grocery list and sends you on your way. Grocery shopping was the easy part. You were exceptionally good at shopping. It was when you got back home that your hands began to clam up as you stood in the center of the kitchen, trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever was about to happen.

Your phone rang in your pocket as you were shakily pulling a pan out, placing it on the stove. You fished out your phone and answered, Jaemin’s face popping onto your screen.

“Ready to get cooking?” he asked, a wide grin spreading across your face.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled.

“Oh come on! You’ve got me here to guide you! It’ll be great!” you promised.

Hopefully, he was right.

“Ok so the first thing you need to do is heat up the pan over the stove. While that’s heating, start chopping the vegetables. Just be careful!”

Nodding, you turned on the stove. When nothing happened to sabotage you this early in the game, you let out a sigh of relief and set out chopping all of the vegetables that you’d bought, preparing a hearty, healthy, but tasty dish for the man that never ceased to give you everything you desired.

“Ok, now get the meat out of the fridge and put it in the pan.”

Nodding to him, you slid on a pair of rubber gloves and pulled the hamburger meat out of the refrigerator. Ripping open the packaging, you dumped the red meat into the now sizzling frying pan and let out a small sound of joy when you succeeded in not making too big of a mess.

“Great now-” there was a knock over the line and Jaemin’s attention turned from you to the door.

“What?” he asked.

“We’re going out to the sports bar down the road. Wanna come?” Jeno’s voice asked in the background.

Jaemin let out a whine in the back of his throat.

“I promised (y/n) noona that I’d help her make dinner for Taeyong hyung.”

“Sucks to be you!” the door slammed and Jaemin turned back to you looking like a kicked puppy.

Your heart clenched. Not only did you have to elicit Jaemin’s help in the first place, but now you were keeping him from spending time with his friends and having fun.

“Explain to me everything that I need to do and go,” you offered.

His face lit up immediately and he opened his mouth to speak before freezing.

“But I promised…”

“Jaemin, it’s not that big of a deal! I’ve got this,” you said, hoping he couldn’t hear the way your voice wavered at the doubt creeping into your soul.

“Ok so…” and he rattled off instructions, letting you write them down.

“Now are you sure you can do this?” he asked.

You nodded even though you were positive you couldn’t do this.

“Ok! Good luck! And Taeyong hyung is going to love it!”

With that, the call ended and you were left alone with a pan of rapidly browning hamburger meat and a pot of boiling water.

“Ok (y/n), you got this,” you whispered to yourself.

You didn’t have this. In no way, shape, or form did you have this!

The meat browned too quickly, and while you were trying to get it off the heat, the pot of water boiled over, sizzling and fizzing on the burner You slightly burned your hand in a rush trying to get the lid off of the pot of noodles, but while you were fighting with it, the smoke alarm went off, blaring loudly through the house. Frantically, you trembled as you tried to quiet down the alarm before you realized why it was going off.

The meat had become a dark brown lump emitting thick black smoke that pillowed toward the ceiling. With a little screech, you grabbed the pan of meat and hurled it into the empty sink, rapidly turning the water on and letting it spill over the now ruined meat as you turned back to turn off the stove. However, before you could, the water was boiling over the sides again.

By the time you got the water in the pot to settle, your hair was a mess atop your head and tears had gathered into your eyes at the mess of a kitchen. Water was still running over the burned black meat. The noodles in the pot had secured themselves to the bottom of the pot, refusing the budge, and the vegetables you’d put in the oven to roast had gotten done while everything else had gone wrong. Now they sat on top of the stove crispy with an aftertaste of coal.

Dinner was ruined. But perhaps you’d still have time to order takeout before-

You heard his keys jiggle in the door and your heart dropped to your stomach. Not only had you not succeeded in making one simple meal, but Taeyong was going to see just how awful you were in the kitchen.

You sank to your knees on the floor, leaning against the cabinets under the sink and drawing your knees to your chest, burying your face in your hands as the tears flowed easily now.

“Honey! I’m ho-”

The first thing Taeyong noticed was the smell. The bitter, burnt scent of burning food making his nose crinkle in distaste.

“Babe?” he asked, stepping further into your shared apartment, closer to the kitchen where the smell was coming from.

When he entered, the sight broke his heart.

You were trembling on sobs below the sink, quiet whimpers leaving your lips that only got worse as he moved closer to you. Water was running over a pan of burnt something in the sink and the pot on the stove was scorched. The vegetables on the over pan looked like shriveled prunes.

Slowly, so as not to make you more upset, Taeyong made his way over to the stove and quickly switched off the two burners and the over, all of which you must have forgotten to turn off.

When the stove was handled, Taeyong took another look around the kitchen. Your phone was sitting on the counter by the stove, a piece of paper with hastily scratched instructions beside it. There was an old sweater hanging over the back of the table chair that you must have used to calm the smoke detector that was now dangling from the ceiling by a single wire. The refrigerator was slightly ajar and making a small dinging noise until he pushed it closed. You were crumpled on the floor in the center of all of the chaos, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

With a small sigh, Taeyong moved closer to you. He leaned over you to switch off the water pouring onto the burnt pan before lowering himself to the floor and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Baby, did you try to cook for me?” he whispered.

He already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to hear a response from you. When you only nodded, another whimper leaving your lips, he pulled you into his arms and placed a kiss on your head.

“Why baby? I told you I was going to cook.”

“You cooked breakfast,” you mumbled.

“So?”

By now he was very confused. You never offered to cook. He just assumed you didn’t like to or couldn’t, which seemed to be the case.

“You deserve someone who can cook for you,” you muttered. “You always have to cook and I’m just useless not being able to.”

Taeyong was left speechless for a solid 30 seconds before he was pulling you into his lap, carefully spinning you around to face him.

“You are not useless. Baby, you give me warm hugs and kisses when I get home. You let me be the little spoon some nights when I’m exhausted. You draw baths for me and hold me while I relax. You are anything but useless. You do so much for me that I enjoy cooking for us when I get home. Even when I’m tired I love it. I love seeing your face light up when you taste something you like or watching you bounce in your seat over your favorite foods. I don’t get to take care of you half as much as you take care of me. Let me cook for you baby. I love it,” he said, letting his thumbs gently stroke over your face as he wiped away your tears.

Your glassy eyes looked up to meet his and he was drawing you closer, planting a soft kiss on your water lips.

“I love you baby. And I promise, just because you can’t cook doesn’t make me love you any less,” he said, kissing your forehead.

You nodded and dove into him, letting your head rest against his neck, holding onto him as warmth washed over you.

“I love you too,” you muttered, finally feeling relaxed after hours of stress that came with cooking.

“Who gave you those instructions on the counter? Did they not offer to help you?”

“Jaemin. Kun was busy. Doyoung was with you. I obviously wasn’t about to call you, so Jaemin helped me, but halfway through he had to go.”

Taeyong nodded and peppered kisses along your cheeks.

“How about we get dressed and go to the dinner where we had our first date? Then tomorrow, we’ll spend the whole day together. I might even help you learn how to cook!”

“You have tomorrow off?!”

“Mhm,” Taeyong cooed.

You jumped off his lap excitedly.

“That sounds perfect!” you grinned, dashing off to your shared bedroom to put on something other than sweats.

Laughing, Taeyong stood up and surveyed the kitchen once again.

You had the capabilities of cooking. That much was clear by the seasonings and well-chopped vegetables. Stress and distractions were your issues. And that, he could help you with.

With a smile, he made his way to the bedroom.

It didn't matter if you could cook or not. What mattered was that you were his. And if the ring tucked away in his pocket was any indication, he planned on making you his forever.

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neo-shitty · 3 years

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in the comfort of your apartment — h.hj

prompt. #32 - when they don’t come home for dinner anymore for ficscafe’s scenario event

pairing. hwang hyunjin x gender-neutral reader

genre. angst, slice of life-ish

warnings. none

word count. 0.4k

You turned your back on the door when it opened.

Hyunjin walked into the bedroom quietly. The only sound audible in the dead of the night were his footsteps as he made his way to the bed where you laid. He sighed when you didn’t acknowledge his presence; unsure if you were just blatantly ignoring him or if you were actually deep in sleep.

The mattress dipped and you felt him take his place beside you.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice laced with hoarseness that made his tiredness evident, “I’m so sorry.”

In return, he got nothing. Not even a side glance.

Normally, you’d just brush it off—say it was alright and that you understood—and all would be well. But tonight, it was hard to hide your disappointment when you got off of work early just to prepare a dinner that he didn’t show up to. While you knew he was a busy man with a hectic schedule, you just didn’t feel like understanding him, and whatever excuse he came up with, tonight—especially when you went out of your way to make time for him in your own schedule that was just equally complex as his.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, tugging at you so you’d turn and face him. But you just shook his hand off.

Now he knew you were awake, you just didn’t feel like dealing with him tonight. He gets the hint easily and he retracts his hand.

“Okay,” he uttered, “I understand.”

You felt your heart sink; a wave of guilt washes over you and you were close to changing your mind into dropping the act you were putting up. But you made no move to make up with him. At least, not tonight.

When you felt him retract his hand, you thought he would retaliate and give you a cold shoulder back.

But he tugged at the bottom of your shirt, making sure your lower back wasn’t exposed to the sheer cold, before pulling the blanket over your torso. Unlike the usual, he let you have the blanket tonight with no argument.

“Good night, then. Sleep tight,” he whispered before pressing his lips against the back of your head like he normally would, “I love you.”

You felt him shuffle behind you and you’re sure he’d turned his back to you. Not because he wanted to raise his pride and fight back. He’d take every opportunity to snuggle up to you; hold you tight and enclose you in his arms. But he gave you space tonight, just like any other night when he was giving you time to cool off.

You swore to yourself that you won’t let the fight reach breakfast tomorrow.

You muttered an ‘I love you too’ back but you’re unsure if he heard you.

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jeonronwoo · 3 years

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selfish → y.jh

pairings: non idol!jeonghan x female!reader

wc: 1.1k

genre: angst.

warnings: none.

summary: you thought going back to your ex’s shared house would be easy, you didn’t know that it was going to be one of the hardest moments you go through.

part of ficscafe’s scenario event.

scenario used: number 47. “when they return to retrieve their belongings after a breakup.”

song recommendation while reading: selfish by madison beer, before you go by lewis capaldi, sorry by halsey.

a sigh left your body when you stopped in front of the house you used to call home, it was your comfort zone and held so many memories that were attacking you all at once when you looked at it. it was all good before things took a new turn making it hard for you to stay.

taking a deep breath you knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously for a few moments for the door to open. you were thinking of just running away and never come back but you couldn’t do that, unfortunately. the door swung open and your eyes met the familiar brown eyes that you love so much.

“y/n? you’re early,” jeonghan said slightly awkward, you couldn’t blame him because you felt exactly the same.

“yeah, i’m sorry, there was no traffic,” you said slightly lying, but you couldn’t tell him you were early because you didn’t want to wait.

“it’s alright, come in,” he mumbled moving to the side and you walked inside the house.

it was a mess, you looked at all the alcohol bottles on the floor blinking slowly looking back at jeonghan who apologised for the mess.

“the boys spent the night here, i didn’t have time to clean up, sorry,” he said and you just stayed silent.

he walked in front of you to the bedroom, when you stepped inside you felt as if you were in a different room, it changed, the frames of you and jeonghan were removed and the fairy light he put above the bed because the two of you couldn’t sleep in complete darkness were also removed.

“take whatever you want, if you needed me i’ll be in the living room, take your time.” jeonghan said quietly before leaving the room. you swallowed the lump in your throat and began packing your things.

you sat on your knees and saw a box under the bed, you took it out opening it and saw the frames, the fairy lights, and your personal things there. was jeonghan really angry at you and your breakup?

you and jeonghan had dated for two years, he has liked you from the day he bumped into you in the store knocking down your cereal. you later found out that the two of you go to the same college, and jeonghan used this to his advantage and got closer to you and eventually asked you to be his girlfriend.

he had a reputation in college, this didn’t bother you because you know him better than anyone else, and even agreed to move in with him because you two were so in love with each other. after your first anniversary by six months, jeonghan changed, he no longer showed you affection, he stayed out late more than he should he was never home.

when you told your best friend she told you that he was cheating on you. when confronted him he immediately denied and apologised that he has been neglecting you and you two were good again.

but that didn’t last long, it seemed as if he was looking for a small mistake so he could break up with you, you remember when you met joshua, your friend at the grocery store. he walked you home because it was late, you remember how joshua left with a black eye because jeonghan fought him. this is when you began to realise that jeonghan wasn’t the same man who you fell in love with.

you also remember the time when you and your best friend were out for a girls day because the two of you haven’t hung out together. when you got back home jeonghan fought with you saying that you were the one now neglecting him and he left you alone crying in the house.

the two of you since then always had endless fights that either ended in rough, angry sex or him leaving the house to get drunk at the bar. you tried to talk to him but he always got angry and would start yelling, so you stayed silent.

until one day you had enough, and you faced jeonghan that you wanted to break up. you still remember how angry he got and he started calling you names and accusing you of cheating on him with joshua, and like always he left. but this time when he came back you weren’t there, but you left a note saying that you couldn’t be with him anymore and that your relationship was so toxic that it hurt.

you closed your eyes and began packing your things, reminding yourself that what you were doing was the right thing and it wasn’t your problem what jeonghan was going through because he put you through too much.

***

you left the bedroom and saw jeonghan sitting on the couch with his head in his hands and his body was moving up and down, you knew he was crying.

“i finished.” you said and he looked at you with puffy red eyes, although it’s been two weeks since your breakup, your feelings for him didn’t fade away completely.

jeonghan stood up and faced you, he took the box from your hands putting it on the floor, he looked at you again holding your face in his hands pressing his forehead against yours.

“please, don’t leave, let’s start over, i promise i will change, just don’t leave, you’re the only person that i can be myself around, please don’t do this to us.” jeonghan whispered not shy to cry in front of you.

your eyes started to water and you shook your head, “no jeonghan, this isn’t right, you did this to me, i can’t put my heart on the line again, you were the one who let me go.” you said and he nodded.

“i know and i’m so sorry, i truly am, just give me a chance, i won’t mess up this time, please, please y/n, i love you too much to let you go.” he whispered and you shook your head finally breaking down in front of him.

“i can’t, i’m sorry,” you whispered pulling away from him, you grabbed the box quickly but before you could run to the door, jeonghan stepped in front of it blocking your way.

“you promised to love me forever!” he cried slightly raising his voice.

“well you promised to never hurt me!” you yelled back and he stayed silent. you breathed deeply and managed to open the door.

you turned to look at jeonghan again this time he was crying so hard and couldn’t look at you in the eyes. you said before leaving.

“i guess promises are made to be broken, goodbye jeonghan, take care of yourself.”

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