#i expect you to be able to read URLs and i expect you to be able to think critically about the content of a post.

[blackwaxidol]

So do you have an example of how us peasants could catch out terfs without shinigami eyes or are we all supposed to be as psychic as you lol

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#what are you even referencing. what year was the post that made you mad written in. #also i do not expect you to be psychic i expect you to hone your observational skills outside a realm of blind trust in highlighters. #i expect you to be able to read URLs and i expect you to be able to think critically about the content of a post. #i expect most of all that you don't see using filters as an exchange of systems from highlighter to blotting a page out. #and that even without highlights and filters you should be able to exercise observation and critical thinking skills. #i read posts all the time that come off as strange in either contents or OP and they have no tags to them. use your brain. #answered #i cleared out all my filtered tags to show only these. appreciate the laboriousness of it. #i don't know how to explain what i mean here. #as i said i can think and observe for myself. these days it is mostly just alarm of seeing a post filtered under a mutual's reblog. #and then finding out it is a mundane tiktok of a woman in a countryside or something. #i don't think i ever mentioned that now that i think about it. #and before the high IQ misinterpreters log in i am not saying that a tag on an innocuous post alone makes it 'dangerous' and scary or such #i am saying that it makes the OP undesirable to platform further. #i don't know how many tags out of 30 i have left and i think i got my point across. end transmission.

[moxie-girl]

Star Wars clone wars-era tumblr dashboard simulator! this meme format is so old sorryyyy

🌳 treehuggr Follow

hate hate HAAATE that holoblr is so core-centric and you’re expected to post in basic or people just comment asking you to translate. I should be able to post in shryiiwook.

⬜️ senatesux-deactivated00192…

Hey, your choice of Shyriiwook as an “exotic” language to post in ties inherently into old colonialist views on Wookies and I need you to be aware of that, if it wasn’t intentional. Many people on the holonet these days…

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🌳 treehuggr Follow

hi! op here. I’m a wookie.

🪐 outer-rim-4lyfe Follow

HELPPPPPP

#core holoblr users stop assuming everyone is human challenge

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🛸 fuckthatoldman Follow

ok but whys grandmaster yoda kinda… 🥵🥵

🧑🏾‍🚀 sora-the-explora Follow

Everybody on here claiming to be attracted to GILFs is lying except for this guy

#everyone unfollow me i wanna be alone with them

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5️⃣ 55555555 Follow

some of the ppl posting on here against clone rights are so funny like do you have any idea how many clones are on holoblr?? have fun losing like all ur followers lmao

#what do u think we’re doing between deployments??? just standing around waiting to fight????? #clone rights #cloneblr

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🌃 coru-ssant Follow

I sure hope my pet piece of flimsi is doing well! good thing I left my apartment window open so he could get some fresh air while I was at work :)

🌃 coru-ssant Follow

by the stars this can’t be happening

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⚒ keldabekisses Follow

#anyways vote vanilla extract for mand’alor it’s what jaster would’ve wanted #mandalore #mando discourse #<- for those of u who have it filtered

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🦾 hero-with-many-fears Follow

anakin skywalker is 22??? he should be at da club….

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🌌 posts-from-a-darker-galaxy Follow

so was anyone gonna tell me they found out the chancellor is a sith or was I supposed to learn it from a CNL skit???

🌝 pizzathehutt Follow

posts that make you read op’s url

🚀 hyperdriven Follow

#op if you go asking at enough temples eventually a sith might answer

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#yall better like this i spent AGES on it #dashboard simulator #Star Wars #fives #boba fett #anakin skywalker #chancellor palpatine #yoda #the clone wars #arc trooper fives #swtcw

[staff]

Attention! Incoming, over the next week! An upgrade for all your blogs that are using the default Tumblr theme!

Any blog that uses the “Tumblr Official” theme with its default settings and no advanced customization will switch to using our new blog view on web. Why?

Easier access to gifting, tipping, messaging, and all of the other wonderful things your blog allows.

Consistency! It’s a similar view and experience to our mobile apps.

New default URL! Instead of yourtumblrname.tumblr.com, folks will access your blog at tumblr.com/yourtumblrname. 

This is optional and can be toggled off or on from your blog settings. No one who is using a custom theme will be affected by this update. But for those who are using the default, this is what the new view will look like:

FAQ

Why is this good? Why does this matter?

New and existing features such as gifting, tipping, and messaging will appear in the same spot across the board. This will make it easier for folks to navigate any blog and find what they’re looking for. Additionally, the newly-improved notes view means conversations happening around a post can be filtered, making them easier to use.

Does this mean you will eventually get rid of custom themes?

No! Being able to express yourself with the broadest array of possible options is an essential part of Tumblr. We’re proud of being one of the last places to allow custom HTML and CSS, allowing users to truly make their blog their own or select from a wide variety of pre-built themes. Again, no one who is using a custom theme will be affected by this update.

How do I enable the new default view if I’m using a custom theme?

Head to your blog settings on web and switch the “Custom theme” toggle off. Anyone navigating to your blog will now see the new blog view at tumblr.com/yourtumblrname. Your blog settings, ask button, archive, gifting, and blog-level tipping will live at the top of your new view, where your followers expect to find them. Anyone that navigates to your blog’s old view will be redirected here.

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[wingwaver]

A few tips for new Tumblr users wanting to write here

Yo if you're here from Reddit or Twitter or some other site and just wanted to give this a shot you may have seen some blogs that are dedicated to writing headcanons or short fics or even original works for their own OCs and you may be thinking "hey I wanna give that a shot! I like to write!" then I have some tips to make it easier on you and people who see your content.

1. First off, if you're writing a pretty long piece the you should probably put it under a read more, it'll look like this on mobile

and this on desktop

or you can write :readmore: on a line by itself and press enter.

2. Now if you're gonna write for a whole bunch of different fandoms and you wanna make a master list then I suggest making an actual list with the fandoms you write for and then making more lists with the actual content as a you go along because you can only have 100 links in one post (I know that sounds like a lot but as someone who has around 300 Transformers things written trust me you fill up a post quicker than you expect, especially if you take requests from other people). The way I typically do it is like this

The first pic is the MASTER master list that lists everything I write for and when they're underlined like that it means they're links. The second pic is after clicking the G1 link, it's a separate post that has the actual fics and headcanon links. Note the 6/100 in the tags, this is how I keep up with how many things I've added. You can of course just use the numbers options from here

or just number them manually from your keyboard like I'm doing with this post. Adding links has no barring on what else you add to the post so you can add yourself some fancy header or divider pics if you want.

3. Adding links! Links can look like this https://www.tumblr.com/wingwaver/721887224846778368/test-post-for-reasons?source=share or like this https://wingwaver.tumblr.com/post/721887224846778368/test-post-for-reasons depending on whether you're linking from mobile or desktop/browser Just highlight the text you wanna add a link to and a the little chain will move to the end, click it and paste your url you want to link to and press add link, then press post/save draft/save (whatever the blue button says)

Now you've successfully linked a post to another post!

4. Tagging! To get your fics and headcanons seen to build an audience you usually wanna tag the stuff correctly. If you're posting a fic about Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney then you'll tag it with #Ace Attorney, #Miles Edgeworth, and #Phoenix Wright in the tags area. But it's also a good idea to mention if it's a ship or general fic in the tags too. If so then putting ship names and #Miles Edgeworth x Phoenix Wright and #Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright in the tags will help everyone know this is a ship fic. Tagging with characters or fandoms that aren't apart of the fic just clogs the tags for people looking for content of said characters and fandoms so it's very looked down on here and will likely get some of your stuff reported for spam so only use the relevant tags. Also tagging for triggers can be tricky here because of how fucky tumblr is but please don't tag censor tags. Tagging things like #a**** or #a*use or even #abu$e doesn't work here because people who have #abuse blacklisted will be able to see this content because it wasn't tagged properly. Also if you're writing for OCs or reader inserts it's common courtesy to tag those appropriately too. Someone looking for a reader insert may not want to read an OC and vice versa. Also many people filter those out so try to add tags like #x reader, #*fandom name* x reader, and #*character name* x reader for easier filtering. Also people cruise those tags too so it'll help people who fo want to read that content find your stuff!

#tumblr tips #writeblr #twitter migration #reddit migration #reddit blackout #twitter refugees #196 #r/196 #Twitter #Reddit #fanfiction #writing #writing blogs #tumblr help

[atiny-piratequeen]

Doᥴtor's Assιstᥲᥒt

Summary: The Doctor needs an extra hand perfecting a new aphrodisiac.

...Well, you wont be using your hands, but that's besides the point

𓆩⟡𓆪 Pairing: Fem!Reader x Geb(Yunho)

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Against the Tide Verse (its an Au in an AU-), Non Idolverse, Smut

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Swearing

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: (Everything is Safe, Sane, and Consensual), Consentacle Tentacles (Vines), Bondage, Fingering, Consensual Sexual Experimentation, Aphrodisiac Use, Fingering, Objectification

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit/Mature (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 800+

𓆩⟡𓆪A/n: For any of my non AtTiny who want to know who Geb is and how he’s tied to Yunho…idk maybe read a bombastic in progress work of art that explains it all cough cough.

This was a popcorn commission from the lovely @atiny-dazzlinglight that I finished a bit ago but life happened and I didn’t post it till now. Sorry for the hold up and I hope you and all my AtTiny can enjoy~

𓆩⟡𓆪AO3| Taglist Form (Please make sure your urls are updated and able to actually be tagged) | Commission Sheet𓆩⟡𓆪

𓆩⟡𓆪Network Ping- @kwritersworld| @k-vanity | @cultofdionysusnet𓆩⟡𓆪

𓆩⟡𓆪©atiny-piratequeen. do not repost, translate, or use my works𓆩⟡𓆪

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“F-fuck, oh my God-”

“My, that’s an interesting reaction.” 

Had it had been any other day, you might have been able to conjure up a bratty response. Instead, you look up through the tears blurring your vision, lips quivering as you angle your head up for a kiss. 

“I see the purple one has a stronger effect on you than the red one from earlier did. Poor thing, you look like you’ll melt right out of my lap if I weren’t holding onto you.” Geb mused, his vines writhing along your skin, pulling and tugging you close to his chest as he angled his head down. 

You whimper, a sliver of pink slipping past your parted lips as you lick at his own, successfully enticing him to kiss you. 

“More.” You beg as large hands find their home on your waist, caressing and mapping out every curve, tracing every stretch mark, all while stunning ice-colored eyes remain fixed on your face. 

“I wonder what would happen if we mixed them. The warmth of the Flame Lily mixing with the stimulant enhancement in the Clivia-”He went off mumbling under his breath, humming as he wrapped his arms around you, idly rubbing your clit in circles as he talked himself through formulas for more nectar combinations. 

He was off in his own world, truly and completely, and it made goosebumps rise on your skin to both be doted on, and spoiled, but also to feel like you were just another object in the room as the good doctor‘s fingers pinched and rolled your clit idly. 

“Please-”

“Mm, maybe if I increase the dose by a few grams, it’ll last a bit longer, I don’t like how easily the other dose wore off.” He mused, resting his chin on your shoulder. You squirm, clenching on nothing, legs twitching in his vines. He didn’t say a word to you, muttering in English and another language you didn’t understand, sorting through his thoughts. 

You open your mouth to whine again, but a gasp of surprise tumbles through instead. His hand had worked its way lower as he distracted himself-and apparently you-with his mutters. Warm, slightly calloused fingers curl over your thigh, massaging for a moment, before working between your lower lips. 

You jolt the moment he touches you. It seemed the purple concoction he’d given you minutes ago had left you much more sensitive than you’d expected. 

The vines twitch and contrast around you, tightening and keeping your legs spread as those long fingers push into you, and you’re flustered by the way his attention snapped into focus at the whorish moan the action drew from your lips. 

“O h~ It seems like I found the perfect mix, did I?” He purred, kissing up the base of your neck and smiling as he worked those fingers in and out of you, scissoring them apart as you arch your back. 

You’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are, arching your back and gasping pathetically as he curled his fingers up. 

“My, this is wonderful news. I believe I’ve found the perfect balance for this.” His voice rumbles through your head, and it's now that you realize his fingers were coated in the aphrodisiac he’d been muttering out. You shakily glance down, cheeks flushed as the pretty liquid falls to the floor at his feet as you remain held up by the vines, joining droplets of your essence onto the floor. 

Your eyes flutter as you clench around his fingers. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he alternated between thrusting his fingers in with deep, near methodical motions, curling and searching for that delightful spot, and quick, off-beat thrusts. 

“Geb~ G-geb fuck, yes yes yes nn-” its now you realize you’re drooling, your arms being pulled behind your back by his vines as a slow, deceptively calm smile stretched across his face. 

“You can make a mess. We’re only just getting started.” He promised, kissing you and pushing more of the sweet-tasting nectar onto your tongue through it. You feel your body jerk and tighten, kissing him sloppily as you make a mess of his fingers, hand, and the floor. 

His eyes slowly drift down to the puddle that’s left behind before he ran his hand over the top of your head, kissing the tears that had fallen from the corner of your eye away. 

“Are you still alright, my love?” He rumbled, his gentle voice bouncing around in your head. You nod, body buzzing in delight as you look at him, whining in offense when he pulled those long fingers out of you. 

“No-”

“-ah ah.” He quiets you, holding your gaze as he ran his tongue over the mixture of nectar and cum on his fingers. 

“Like I said. We’re only j u s t getting started. Catch your breath. I still have many more to try with you.”

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[blueywrites]

4/19 UPDATE

As of now, all blogs that interacted with the illegal content discovered on Monday have been blocked by me and will never be unblocked. If you see someone you expect to be blocked interact with my blog content, it is an unintentional oversight on my part - please DM me and let me know. There were over 400 URLs in total across multiple posts (some repeated), and I may have missed someone.

I will now be beginning to vet my followers. If you are an adult follower of mine and you do not have your age or age range in your description or pinned post, you will be blocked. There will be no exceptions to this.

Please make sure to allow Mature Content to be shown under your Account settings before Friday 4/21, otherwise, my explicit 18+ content will be hidden and inaccessible to you.

I greatly admire all in this community who have spoken up and continue to take measures to protect adult spaces from minors and, by doing so, help to protect our vulnerable children.

Bluey 💙🌻

As I'm sure many of you are aware, there have been some concerning situations brought to light in the fandom these past couple of days. Many writers like myself are concerned about how people - specifically minors - are interacting with our work that has been clearly labeled 18+.

If you are an adult follower of mine, I want to make you aware of some changes I will be implementing to my blog this week so you don't miss out on my content. If you are a minor, remove yourself immediately from my blog before I do it for you.

First, I want to be clear on my stance in terms of the vile, horrifying content that came to light yesterday. It does not matter to me whether someone interacted with that content purposely or, as some claim, mistakenly. Everyone who has liked or commented on those posts that were tagged with illegal content will be or has already been blocked by me, and I will not be reconsidering this. At the very least, this should be taken as a lesson in being conscientious about what content you attach yourself to without fully reading it. I will be taking this action based on factual, reliable information. It is not a witch hunt.

Second, since the moment I first created this blog, it has been labeled 18+ only because I do not want anyone under the age of eighteen to interact with any of my writing or blog content. As a former educator, I know that kids don't always make the best decisions and will ignore our wishes, so I will be implementing the following changes that may impact you as an adult interacting with my blog.

I will not be fulfilling anonymous requests for smut prompts submitted in response to my 1k fic prompts entries from last month. If you want to resubmit your request off anon, you are more than welcome to.

My writing with sexually explicit content will be community-marked as sexually explicit starting Friday, 4/21. If you do not have 'Mature Content' in the community labels set to 'Show' under your Account settings, you will no longer be able to see much of my writing. If you want to continue reading my stories that have sexually explicit material in them, you will need to adjust that setting.

I will be removing all blank blogs and all underage blogs from my followers starting today. If you are an adult and you do not have your age listed in your blog, you will be removed. Please add your age or age range if you do not want to be removed. This will take time, but if you are a minor and you are following me, I will find you and I will remove you. If you'd like to see yourself out, please be my guest.

I will no longer be compiling tag lists. If you want to read a story of mine, please follow me if you are an adult. I typically announce drop dates and reblog several times, so you are likely not to miss it. If you are concerned about missing a drop, DM me directly.

While I know that some of these changes are inconvenient, it is important to me to maintain a blog that is a safe, comfortable place for all adults.

Thank you for bearing with me on this. This is a fandom full of many special readers and creators who love a very wonderful and special character, and I want to keep it that way. 🌻💙

#blueynews

[mrsrookhunt]

I’m trying to read the lab experiment baby series and can’t click on the other parts because of the old username and I’m wondering if you could either update the links on the posts with your current url so we are able to read them, or create a masterlist (if you don’t have one already, I’m not sure couldn’t fine one) with all of your writings in one place? Would honestly just love to read all of your writings but can’t seem to find them all

Omgg I'm so sorry! I don't think it's my user, actually. Those links just keep refusing to work after a while, I've changed them a few times. Give me a second and I'll update this post with all the fresh links!

I just haven't gotten around to making a masterlist lol. I'm lazy

All parts, in order! Enjoy!

[lo-sulci]

What are heaven will be mine & coquette dragoon?

oh my goodness, thank you for asking!! the short answer: they are incredibly good visual novels that I highly recommend, especially if you're a fan of mecha, sci-fi, great world building, yuri, and generally just amazing art created by transfems

long answer:

heaven will be mine (aside from being where I got my url) is the second VN made by worst girls games, best known for their first outing, we know the devil (also an absolutely amazing game). hwbm tends to ask a bit more from the reader than its predecessor- while wktd almost exclusively featured three characters and dealt with rather plainly stated themes of alienation, loneliness, and religious trauma, hwbm presents a setting cloaked in metaphor where human will literally shapes the universe and psychic mech pilots read spacetime like a narrative.

the cast is bigger, with the three routes allowing insight into each of the three main girls in addition to members of the factions they belong to, all in service of a beautiful story about queer people connecting with each other and finding/making their place in a world that would want to deny them their happiness (and a lot of other things, but I'm simplifying some here). begging to be replayed over and over, i've had different characters and details stick out every time ive played through the game, while also gaining a deeper understanding of and appreciation for hwbm's characters and setting. I've loved hwbm and wktd for years and expect I will for years and years to come, which, incidentally, is why I got a pair of tattoos based on these games LMAO. in other words: they're fucking fantastic and hit like few other things out there, imo

coquette dragoon is one of those other things, because holy shit does it excel at hitting incredibly specific and relatable emotional beats that are liable to absolutely tear you apart. created by ivy burgeroise, who (by her own fantastic description) makes art for sad perverts, coquette takes place during a seemingly endless war between the lilac fleet and the duchy of lucia, two spacefaring societies inhabited by animal people who have very differing opinions on magic.

focusing (so far) on xiomara rosales of the lilac and lady honey rose of the duchy, coquette explores painfully human stories from both sides of the war. (to that point, I'd be remiss if I didn't advise you to look out for the content warnings- coquette gets into some very heavy stuff and speaks about it very frankly and honestly, which is to its credit imo but i also understand that that is not something that everyone is in a space to deal with.) more than anything else, I feel, coquette is a work that puts words to feelings that you'd never before been able to describe, and, through the vulnerability of its author in making something so emotionally honest, makes me want to be more openly and happily myself. all of this in a story that examines war, exploitation, and the societal structures that prop them up, among many, many, many other things. I could keep talking in circles gushing about it, because I am so so obsessed with what's been released so far and so indescribably excited to see how it progresses in the future, but to keep myself from going on for too too long i'll cap this off with a tweet about coquette that i frequently think of and is one of the best recommendations I can offer:

OH and also coquette has wibbleburger, which, as we all know, is your favorite

#(the joke is that wibbleburger's slogan is ''it's your favorite'' i am not arbitrarily deciding what is or isn't your favorite) #anyways. i dont know how else to say this but theyre both absurdly good and make me cry a bunch #heaven will be mine #hwbm #coquette dragoon

[stellaronhvnters]

HERE IS A LIST OF OUR RULES & GUIDELINES . . . those who do not abide by our rules will not be able to join the network or will be banned permanently! please read these thoroughly before interacting ✦

i. no nsfw blogs, or encouragement of minors writing nsfw ( interacting with nsfw from minors. )

reminder that we are an ONLY SFW network, meaning no FULLY nsfw blogs, no minors writing/interacting with nsfw and people encouraging such. do not interact with us or apply for our network as you will be immediately rejected. every work under our tag should be sfw, suggestive themes are allowed as long as it doesn’t cross the line of suggestive content into nsfw.

ii. mdni blogs do not interact.

because the administration team is all minors, for our safety, comfort and security, mdni blogs are not allowed to interact with our network either. dnis go both ways, please respect this.

iii. minimum requirements before applying.

before applying, please make sure to have at least 1-2 sfw works published for a hoyoverse game!

make sure to reblog our debut post & follow this blog.

be at LEAST 13 years old!

iv. appropriate tagging / warnings is required.

putting warnings/tags for your content is necessary, as others could have triggers aligning with the themes of your content! members, please use #—stellaronhvnters. within the first 3 tags to make sure we can reblog your content accordingly. only members are allowed to use our tag! for fics, you can only use the tag if it exceeds 300 words.

v. plagiarism, copying, usage of ai, etc is strictly prohibited.

we expect for the content you publish to be your own; copying from other content creators, using any kind of ai program for said content is breaking our rules.

vi. applications are open from the 6th to the 13th of every month & acceptances are released on the 14th.

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[zonnemaagd]

zeenimf | Writeblr Introduction

Hello everyone~ New Name, New Theme, New Me! But still sticking to Dutch url's starting with z. Zeenimf translates, perhaps not unexpectedly, to Sea Nymph. Even though my prose could be described as lofty and swirling without clear direction, is there any difference between the currents of the wind, and those in the depths of the ocean? Regardless, life has thrown me two curveballs, but we're not out yet, and I'm excited to start posting a little more again~! much love x

⁕ I'm in my mid-twenties and speak Dutch, English, Japanese and Swedish. ⁕ I don't think I can pick a favourite book, but I just finished Malinda Lo's Last Night at the Telegraph Club and am currently reading the short story collection yoru ni kakeru. ⁕ My haiku can be found on my new blog @kitsuimiko. I will be slowly moving my poems to there in order to free up my main blog for... sapphic nonsense, probably. ⁕ zeenimf is pronounced [zeɪnɪmf], roughly zay-nymph. ⁕ Apart from writing I like to play musical instruments, games, and do anything that can be done with a cup of tea and a slice of cake. My integrity will melt into a puddle when presented with a strawberry shortcake. Do with that information as you wish.

※ Phei of the Wind ※

NA Introspective High Fantasy A lost spirit guide abandons her home in the clouds to prevent the surface world from collapsing under the weight of a betrayal long forgotten. There mysterious forests have swallowed cities whole, and the spirits she is meant to guide are nowhere to be found. Follow her as she travels east to learn about her ancestry, meeting a cast of eccentric characters and lush surroundings. introduction post | masterpost

※ Farewell my Eyjafjörður ※

YA Sapphic Supernatural Thriller A piano prodigy loses her connection with her instrument as she struggles with her sexuality and her relations to her three childhood friends. Only when vengeful spirits take over the secluded fishing town of þokuvík, is she forced to confront her own emotions in order to ensure her body remains just that, hers. re-introduction post coming soon, let me know if you'd like to be tagged

※ Where the Sea Ends※

NA High Fantasy An elf is faced with the death of her Mistress, leaving the realm without the one prophetised to save them all from the rising tides. She does what anyone else would do, travel through the foreign human lands in order to find a way to resurrect her Mistress and prevent the world from vanishing completely. And although gods and monsters are no struggle for her, navigating the world of human politics and relations isn't something she will be able to do on her own. introduction post | masterpost

※ Starpath ※

NA Mystery Science Fiction By smuggling antique furniture from his home planet, Brim can finally allow himself to take it slow. But when a deal goes horribly wrong, he is pushed into a conflict between the ruling corporation and cultists claiming the existence of an ancient home called ‘Earth’. introduction post

※ So Long, Traveller ※

Short Story A traveller finds himself in an eerie train station surrounded by faceless passers-by. Unsure how he got there, he ventures deeper into the station where the only way out seems to be the train departing from platform fifteen. Yet he can't shake the feeling that something—or someone, perhaps—wants nothing more than for him to get on that train, and didn't that conductor seem eerily similar? full story

※ The Tale of Rook ※

Short Story Everyone will walk a trail one day, but only when they are ready for it. But Rook did not expect to find herself walking the trail of the Fox, a creature whose existence itself is questioned. They've spotted a fox in the darkest and coldest caves on the island of Rinth, as well as in the centre of the scorching deserts of the east. But nobody has met the fox and come back to tell the tale. Yet Rook wakes up on the sandy beaches of the trail, without a fox to guide her, or the dozens other lost souls ensnared on the trail. full story

※ Other Projects ※

All my other projects, from short stories to poems will be archived using a separate post, which can be found using the link below. short fiction masterlist

#writeblr #writeblr introduction #fantasy #fiction #spilled ink #will fix links later

[subskz]

OMG YOU ARE AN INFJ!! yes we are considered one of the most compatible pairs hehe ( and yes the A stands for assertive)

I can see our common interests here and I really think we'll have interesting convos in the future!

skz pingpong-ing with out brains is so real. And I GASPED when I read "i’m guessing felix or hyune is your bias? 😸"

I mean my blog makes it quite obvious 😭

but I bias hyune and lino! the aussies are my primary bias wreckers but all of skz keep doing their thing tbh

elsa is actually such a relatable answer exactly because of her need for freedom! she was one of Disney's best written characters and she really resonates with me as a neurodivergent first born in a multicultural family who took responsibility way earlier than healthy haha

a little more about me is as you can see, I'm neurospicy, I am genderfluid and a Scorpio if you like zodiac! I have a lot of varied interests and am very intuitive thanks to the introverted intuition you and I share! (INxJ let's go!)

thank you for dealing with me kindly!

yes!! 😸 that’s great news i guess our t and f functions balance each other out well! intj-a is such a cool combo u must be such an independent n self-motivated person!

heheh i took a wild guess based on your url and pfp but you’re hyunho biased omg i didnt expect that!! my fellow linolover 😭💗being a stay is really just constantly living w eight little men camping out in your head isnt it 🙏

i fully agree! though frozen isnt my fave movie i love elsa a lot, there’s a lot of depth to her that’s not often explored in other disney characters! now that u mention it her struggles really do align with the pressure eldest children (esp of immigrant families) face…having to become like a third parent to her sibling and being so wildly misunderstood by ppl around her…i’m sorry to hear you’ve lived a similar experience to her but i hope like elsa you’re able to live the life you want now without any regrets ♡

WAH you’re a scorpio!!! yes i am into zodiacs hehe i know a bit more abt astrology than mbti! and scorpios are my absolute fave sign i love u guys 😭 u being a scorpio lino stan couldnt be more fitting!

ofc!! thank u for being so sweet too nyx i’ll look forward to talking to u more! inxj solidarity <33

#ask #stardustlixie

[sam-loves-seb]

weely tag wednesday

thanks for the tags @energievie @metalheadmickey @deedala !

which character from any media would you like to have as a father? jed bartlet (the west wing)

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? probably just a cat tbh i'm not a big animal person (i think they're neat, i just don't really have the desire to own any of them)

what is your Chinese takeout order? pork fried rice and chicken fingers

what's your favourite emoji? this one: ✨

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? a home theater. a library would be sick but i read mostly ebooks so i think a theater would get more use out of me.

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? Spongebob Squarepants. me and my sister used to watch this every single night with our dad when we were little, but if we wanted to stay up and watch it we had to be all ready for bed by the time it came on

what was your tumblr like when you first joined? it was a lot of reblogs of aesthetic photographs because it was 2012 and i was 14. not long after that tho it turned into a sebastian stan fan blog which is how i got my url, and over time that slowly morphed into the multi fandom madness you see today

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? god i don't know, my closet is a little bit of everything because i always wanna try a new style when i see it. i honestly don't think i have an answer for this one, i really do love fashion and my style is constantly changing

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? i have no idea. acotar maybe? solely because i've read those books so many times? yeah i guess i'll go with that

what is your favourite piece of art? café terrace at night

do you have a water bottle? what does it look like? i have a light blue wide mouth nalgene water bottle that is covered in stickers and has two friendship bracelets dangling from the cap strap. it's giving major camp counselor vibes.

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave? look, if i go on a quiet hunt for fics tagged aftercare every now and then, that is between me and god so shut the fuck up about it

do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it? nope. i don't have an office bag bc i wfh and on the weekends i absolutely despise carrying a purse. i have one of those phone cases with card slots on the back and it holds everything i could possibly need.

if you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be? sexually i think it'd have to be lip, but if i could platonically ship him with someone i think i'd pick fiona. idk i just think they'd get along better than anyone would think.

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did? friends to lovers kinda snuck up on me in my adulthood. i used to be very against it as a teen, but now that i'm grown and have actually seen the trope done well in fics and in media, it's one of my favorite tropes of all time.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian? yes 100% absolutely and anyone who says otherwise is lying. (did we all see noel's s11 body? we saw the abs right? mans was ripped in the last season even tho the writers like, never showed it, and it is my personal mission to avenge this wrongdoing) i'm kidding about the lying part but yeah, he absolutely can still carry s11 ian, being able to lift his husband is the only reason he still goes to the gym

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? debbie. i think carl wanted it, but he already has a gun so he gave it to debbie instead.

tagging: @suchagallabitch @gallawitchxx @callivich @michellemisfit @iansw0rld and anyone else who wants to play !

#weekly tag wednesday #q

[hongism]

update;

tldr: all i’ll be writing on this blog moving forward is mists of celeste. if that’s all you want to know about the status of both me and this blog, then you can stop reading here! i won’t be offended or bothered if that’s all you want to know!

however if you’re interested in a more in-depth explanation as to why i came to this decision then you’re welcome to keep reading to understand where i’m at.

why am i doing this?

there are multiple layers to why i’m taking this step. first off this is not a goodbye, as much as i’m sure many people are expecting that with how often i’ve been absent from this blog this year alone. one, i made a promise to myself when i very first started this blog almost 4 years ago that i would deactivate once i reached a certain milestone. since then, i’ve chosen not to deactivate and i think i will always leave this blog up as an archive even when the day comes where i will not be here or be posting anything here. i also have hopes and goals to finish mists of celeste and i think i will hit that milestone before i finish the story (maybe not anymore but, that’s beside the point). 

two, with being so close to such a significant milestone, i think there are certain expectations i have regarding my fics and the success of those fics. frankly, almost 90% of my following came from when i started writing for a.tz/s.kz, not b.ts. so it isn’t a disconnect in what people followed me for because i haven’t been writing for b.ts for several years by now. but even so, my fics still don’t do well. the reblogs mostly come from me, the feedback mostly comes from people who read from me regularly or mutuals, and the ratio of likes to reblogs is a never-ending issue that is never going to change. i’m grateful for anyone who stops to read and leave feedback on my works, and i am especially grateful to anyone who stops to read and leave feedback on my works that are not mists of celeste. and now with tumblr mucking up the tag system and preventing my works from being shown in the tags even when i do everything recommended, my works are going out to an even smaller audience that is not even 1% of my follower count. even with atinyblr being slow these days, i see other writers doing well and getting 500-1000+ notes with apparent ease compared to what i see on my own works. 

the shift in interest in the community has also affected me a lot. people are less likely to read a 10k+ fic that has plot mixed in with smut compared to a 1-2k pwp smut fic, which is fine. but that isn’t what i enjoy writing. and i understand that over time, i have lost the audience i used to have when it comes to writing that stuff. even for moc, barely anyone on the taglist i run with every update reads the updates. it’s an upsetting reality for me as the writer because i see my follower count go up and up yet my interaction and notes go down and down. which is primarily why i don’t like being here anymore to be frank. i have my friends from here but i talk to them off tumblr so i don’t feel a need or a compulsion to be here to talk to friends. i know that whatever i post won’t be received the way i wish for it to be received. and i now have this lingering fear that anytime i post anything at all tumblr will decide it shouldn’t show in tags at all.

and three, people are still dragging up things that happened in the past that i have tried so hard to move away from and want nothing to do with anymore. and belatedly, as much as i changed my url at the time, i realize that i won’t ever be able to fully distance myself from being involved in that in the past as long as i am calypso, hongism. i really hate that because i’ve had to come to terms with a lot of the bad things i suffered here on this website and in my real life relationships that were public here on tumblr, but i will always be known for my association with those things in a negative light.

what about your other series?

i won’t be writing them anymore! i appreciate all the love and affection given to them but frankly after blood masquerade i came to the realization that even if there are a lot of people interested in an idea, they aren’t all going to be interested in the final product. the ratio of votes to even likes on the fic itself was so grossly skewed that i found myself both baffled and discouraged to even continue writing it. aka; why am i putting so much heart and soul into something and not seeing an outcome that is balanced or fair? it wasn’t even an insignificant difference but rather something close to a 50+ difference in notes and votes.

will you ever change your mind?

maybe? maybe not? probably not. at some point in the distant future i might find myself wanting to go back to ideas that i had, like the wooyoung and san series i had planned for october this year but right now i have such a dismal and bad relationship with this blog in general that i don’t even want to think about posting anything here.

and one more note regarding moc:

i think i’m done writing interims. there has always been a disconnect in the readers of the main chapters versus readers of the interims, and i’ve always known that would be the case, but it is greatly disheartening as the writer to see such a divide on the work that i put my heart and soul into. so for now moving forward i just want to do main chapters and nothing else unless i feel so in love with an idea that i just have to put it out there.

overall i understand that this post as a whole is very moody and emotional and negative but i hope you all understand that this has been something i’ve been struggling with for the better part of a year here on this blog. i feel a disconnect and i feel no way to grab the ropes and tie myself back here the way i used to be here. even looking at other writers who have come up into the scene on atinyblr, i feel very lacking as a writer and i also feel a disconnect from them because i’m a writer who has been around here since 2020. it’s dumb to say that i feel ostracized in any sort of way but i do feel a bit distant, and i understand that in my attempts to curate a corner for myself on the internet, i created a very specific niche for myself in mists of celeste. i have always said that that is my magnum opus, and i still believe that to be the case. and at risk of sounding horribly arrogant, i feel i’ve isolated myself on an island that is mists of celeste and any time i try to broaden my horizons to do something outside of moc, it’s destined to fail. so for the sake of my mental well-being i need to step back and dedicate hongism to mists of celeste so that i can curb any expectations i might have had about other projects i wanted to do. 

so no, it’s not a goodbye, just a note that i’m slowing down and that the only thing i’ll be presenting to you all here on hongism moving forward is mists of celeste. it’s something that’s said a lot but it’s not something that i admitted myself until recently, but having come back multiple times this year with this mentality of ‘if i just push myself through this then it’ll be fine’, i now realize that if i don’t care for myself then how can i expect anyone else to care about me either? and i think i need to do this to care for myself and have a better mentality about my presence here.

#caly chats #as far as asks go #im trying my best to reach a mental space where i feel okay enough to #be calypso here

[blinkpen]

inhales deeply

PREFACE: i covered the URL for a reason, don't go trying to find or harass this person or i'll kick your ass, and i will be ACTUALLY rude to YOU, i am speaking in good faith right now, in the event this person reads this)

i don't want to sound aggro or anything but this is so needlessly pessimistic and devoid of nuance. if you're not comfortable with gifts, thats fine, but birthdays were a thing humans have celebrated across many cultures for centuries before modern capitalism

it is a celebration of the fact you were born, that you are alive, that you have survived to see another year and hope to see another, it celebrates you, and long long loooong long before people's lives had to revolve around Buying Shit they were having parties, sharing drinks, making special food, handing you, the guest of honor a small crafted object they'd been working on, crafted with love, all year, just for you. in some cultures, we make gifts for people who have died. their funeral is not a somber affair, but a celebration. a celebration of the life you lived. you're not even here, so why are we placing this pile of gifts around what is left of you?

it's sure as hell not bc capitalism told us to. we were doing it back when we were handpicking all those flowers ourselves, not buying them from florist parlors that didn't even exist yet. we picked those flowers for you. we picked them when you were born, we picked them when you pass on. sometimes, we picked them for no reason at all, so you may enjoy them while we both are alive.

but i'm getting off track

making personal affects from hand isn't always viable. sometimes it's not even pragmatic, for you, or for that person. and you can definitely blame modern capitalism a great for that.

but you know what the average 30 year old, in this capitalistic hellscape would love? some nice new socks. as you go on to say, you'd still accept food for your pet rats - because that is in fact a very practical gift you would appreciate perhaps, a kitchen appliance they could really use but can't quite afford, or maybe they just barely could, but always hesitate n balk before they get it despite how much use they'd get out of it.

and you see that, and you KNOW, you know you can get them that electric kettle, or that pristine new set of tupperware to finally replace the same curry stained containers they've been rotating for over a decade, and if you can get it with a decal of their favorite animal on it, you KNOW their face will light up even more, bc it assures to them that you weren't just thinking of them, or just wanting to do something nice for them as a token gesture, just out of obligation, but also, that you KNOW them, and that goes a long way

maybe it really is something as "useless" as a plushie, and so despite how much they'd love it, this little superfluous joy, they will never be able to justify to themself to spend that money on that one little nice thing, but birthday or no birthday, you can take that hemming and hawing away from them completely, you can get it for them, because you love them, not because you felt pressured by capitalism, but because you know, this is something that would make their fucking day. and frankly, when i do that, it makes my fucking day as well.

yes the expectation to always be buying shit is annoying and if someone acts like a brat bc they didn't get All the Things they wanted and the Big Bash they feel entitled to, yes, they're probably a brat, and yes, the sense of guilt if you want to get something but can't afford to sucks and is definitely manufactured, the fact we get conditioned to treat an inability to spend frivolously as a moral failing is BOOOL SHEET! i agree!

but this? this is not a "capitalists just make up a holiday so they can tell you you're obligated to spend money on said holiday" situation sometimes gifts ARE given for gift's sake, which is to mean, "i don't have a reason, i just want to give this person something bc i know it would make their life a little brighter, so i want to" and it aint got a damn thing to do with money.

because if you know their favorite things, you can still sit down and draw the person their favorite animal. whittle one out of wood. make them a pancake in the shape of that animal! it can be something as small as that, you know! you know their favorite animal, you know their favorite flavor of cake, you know they vegan, you draw that animal hilariously badly with icing by hand on that cake and you both can laugh.

capitalism sucks but going "i want to give something to this person, but i don't know what what. i want it to be a surprise, so i can't just ask them - OH! i know they love this! i'll get them something like that" is all you need

i say this sincerely : you don't need to preface every conversation that has anything to do with giving people something for any reason or no reason at all with asterisks about capitalism. we know it sucks. i promise you that you are allowed to lighten up on a post that just wanted you to share what kind of animals you like and would be pleased to have something in your palm that shared its shape.

#may delete la8r but man that was such a needlessly Um Remmeber the World Sucks on such an innocent post #you didn't need to do that

[atiny-piratequeen]

Find Your Way Home (Ch 𝟷/𝟹)

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary:

Wooyoung is a culinary student and he and two of his best friends have been brought along to Namhae to learn and study the farmers out in the countryside and disconnect a bit. Reluctant at first, he just wishes he could've been back in the city and close to his long-time crush Yeosang. Things change when he lays his eyes on the dimpled country boy staying with them that show them around and teach them more about Namhae's way of life, all with a spine-tingling Satoori.

Maybe things aren't so bad out here in the sticks, after all.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: WooSan + Endgame WooSanSang

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fish Out Of Water Tropes, Au, Mutual Pining, Country Boy San, Culinary Student Wooyoung, Poly Endgame (I promise ik Yeo literally isn't in this first part just trust me)

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Mentions of not-so-subtle Homophobia, Isolation, Prejudice, Anxiety, Swearing

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Sexual Exploration, Muscle Kink, Frottage, Groping, Body Worship, Dirty Talk, Dry Humping, Teasing, Praise,

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 12.7k+ (LMAO)

𓆩⟡𓆪A/n: This is part one of two commissions by the lovely @schone-lie! I know I went...way over what you asked for *wheeze* But your prompt was just so good, I hope you and everyone else reading enjoys this little two-parter xoxo

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Trees roll by, one after the other, some with blossoms sprouting from them, some with cherub birds sitting upon the branches, singing a beautiful melody that carried with the wind. The road is bumpy and nearly non-existent, and the chatter in the car is interrupted every now and again by the sound of chuckles and the occasional startled; ‘oof!’ that comes from someone mid-sentence. 

Wooyoung fucking hates it. 

“Fix your face, I promise a little fresh air isn’t gonna kill you.” Wooyoung looked up front, glaring at Kibum through the rearview mirror. 

“When you said we’d be learning on location for the majority of the summer I expected…more.” He grumbled. Kibum narrowed his gaze right back at him, unimpressed. 

“After several hours of you bitching, I was hoping you’d get tired. You could have, at any time, decided to not come.” He reminded him, turning the steering wheel. Changbin hummed from his spot in the front seat and Yeonjun, who sat in the back with Wooyoung, looked equally displeased, though he’d been primarily on his phone and had been keeping quiet for most of the drive. 

“And miss out on 80% of our summer course? Plus I couldn’t even opt in for the digital video courses because the internet connection in this place is ass .” 

Key turned into a driveway and parked, turning around to look at Wooyoung as if he was his own misbehaved son. 

“Right, so you wanted to come. Shut up, quit ya bitching, and take a walk on the beach or something later. Maybe you’ll pull that broomstick out of your ass. I’m your teacher and the three of you are my best students, but so far the only one who hasn’t made me want to throw him out of this vehicle while it's moving is Changbin. Take some time and disconnect for fuck’s sake.” He leveled him with a stare, and while displeased, Wooyoung didn’t say another word, simply crossing his arms in annoyance. Yeonjun’s brows furrowed as he failed to load something for the tenth time and put his phone away, muttering an annoyed curse under his breath.

“City boys, I swear.” Kibum grumbled, stepping out of the car and sliding a pair of sunglasses on his face. 

He’d pulled up to what looked to be a multifamily home, and if they weren’t so annoyed, Wooyoung and Yeonjun might have been impressed by the size of the home. 

“Tag! You’re it!” 

Four heads turn to the left as a little girl came bounding around the corner, her pigtails bouncing as she ran full speed down the street. She giggled and squealed until she ran into Kibum, bouncing off of the man and nearly falling, had he not reached out to grab her hand. Her lip wobbled for a moment before she looked up, staring at him. 

“Oh!” 

He smiled, kneeling in an instant. 

“Goodness, you’ve gotten big, Gahyeon. Are you okay?” 

“UNCLE KEY!” She latched onto him in an instant, her arms and legs wrapping around his torso like a koala. The three men behind him blinked in surprise before they looked up, hearing laughter come from upfront. 

“Baby girl, what did mommy tell you about running out like that? It can be dangerous if there are cars or bikes.” A short woman stood before them, her eyes catlike and intimidating as she sized up the three men. They all bowed without hesitation, and she smiled. 

“My name is Chaerin. This is my home. You three boys will be staying here with me and my family this summer. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” She inquired. 

“My name is Changbin, Noona.” 

“Yeonjun, it's nice to meet you.” 

“Wooyoung, thank you for sharing your home with us.”

Chaerin smiled in approval, looking at Kibum as he stood to his full height. 

“Let’s go inside, gentlemen. I’ll introduce you to my family and who you’ll be staying with up on the top floor.” 

The men filtered into the home, toeing their shoes off at the door and standing back as two little boys also rushed by, looking no older than four or five. They spotted the strangers and ducked behind Chaerin’s legs, peeking out after she laughed and placed her hands upon both of their heads. 

“Eomma, who are they?” they whispered. Chaerin smiled and ruffled their hair. 

“Your new hyungs.” 

Their eyes lit up, and in an instant, Wooyoung felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looked down, unsure of what to do as a wide-eyed boy looked at him, already missing one of his front teeth as he smiled up at him. 

“My name is Eric! You’re my Hyung? Are you going to stay? You can share my bed! It’s a racecar bed! Hyung do you like cars? Blue is my favorite color! I hear you're from the city! Do they have a lot of blue cars in the city?” Eric spoke a mile a minute and Wooyoung looked up in mild distress at Chaerin. She laughed and offered no kind of help, amused at the situation, while her other son, a small boy in a bear onesie, didn’t move from his spot, staring at them with a guarded look. 

“Jongho? My baby, won’t you say hi?” 

Jongho shook his head and hid behind her leg. 

“Not until Sannie comes home. I don’t know them, Eomma.” 

Chaerin smiled and picked him up, sending a courteous smile to them. 

“Don’t mind my baby here. He’s a bit more guarded. His favorite boy in the whole world is out working today so he’s in a cranky mood.” She informed them. 

“Who is San? Is he another one of your sons?” Changbin inquired, picking up Eric and laughing at his chatter before they followed Chaerin deeper into the house. She shook her head, setting Gahyeon on the counter before turning to them. 

“Yes and no, he’s a boy Jiyong and I took in. He’s a sweetheart, I’m sure you all will love him. He’s about the same age as you all.” She leaned against the counter, taking in the men across from her once more. 

“Namhae is a lot different from where some of you are from, I’m sure. I’m from Gangnam-Gu. So I know full well that this may be an out-of-sorts experience for you all, but I ask that you approach this little town with an open mind and a sense of exploration.” She sent them a smile, watching the three youngest and the way their eyes widened. 

“ You’re from Gangnam-Gu?!” Wooyoung gasped in surprise. Chaerin nodded, crossing her ankles. 

“My husband and I are fashion designers. We live in Gangnam for most of the year, but spend the summer months here in Namhae. San lives here full-time and takes care of the house while we’re gone, he's a good boy. Be nice to him, you hear?” She pointed a painted nail at all of them, smiling when all of them nodded without hesitation. 

“Miss Sannie…” Jongho quietly muttered from beside her, pointing at the stairs. Kibum smiled. 

“Are you gonna show us upstairs, Jongho?” 

He nodded and walked towards the stairs, occasionally looking behind him to make sure they were following. One by one, he toddled up the stairs before looking back. When he noticed them following, he sped up, guiding them to the upper floor. 

It was cleaned, not a speck of dust to be found, but one could tell that it definitely was lived in. Well-kept plants sat in the windowsill, with some of them beginning to flower. There were bowls lined up on the counter, seemingly in preparation for a meal for later. Three sleeping bags sat rolled up on the couch, with little cards attached to each of them. 

Jongho waddled all the way to the bags, grabbing the cards before he made his way back, looking up at the culinary boys. 

“One for Changbin-hyung….Yeonjun-hyung…Wooyoung-hyung.” His pronunciation had been a bit off as he handed it correctly to each man, and Wooyoung felt a bit of his annoyance melt away. Jongho truly was a cute kid. 

Turning his attention back to the letter in his hand, he noticed it had been lightly scented, and brought it to his nose without a second thought. When he did, he was pleasantly surprised to find it had been misted with a cologne that had some amber and vanilla notes to it. 

His favorite. 

Opening the letter, he scanned over it with a curious tilt of his head. 

“Hello and welcome to Namhae! I’m sorry I can’t be here as soon as you come in to greet you, and I probably won’t be back until close to sundown. I believe this is your first time visiting this little village and I’ll be happy to show you around and help you get accustomed to a slower-paced way of living! I’ll cook dinner tonight so you all can rest, and we can start exploring the village and the forest just outside then, too. If there’s anything I can help you with, let me know and I’ll happily do my best! 

These sleeping bags are for camping nights, by the way. There are two rooms that have beds big enough to share. Kibum-hyung said Changbin and Yeonjun can take one and Wooyoung and I can take the other.  

Let’s make this summer one to remember! 

-San” 

Wooyoung looked at the small mountain beside his name and smiled. 

At least everyone so far seemed nice. 

Jongho, satisfied with the small smiles on the men’s faces, nodded and turned to waddle away, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time. 

“Alright boys, that’s enough daydreaming, come help me unload the car.” Kibum’s voice called from downstairs, snapping them out of their collective bubble of thought. Changbin looked at his other two friends and jabbed his thumb toward the stairs. 

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad.” He gave them an optimistic smile. Yeonjun checked his phone, sighing. 

“It probably won’t be but I wish the connection were better. Soobin-”

“Soobin will be just fine without you blowing his damn phone up every two seconds. You can still send him messages, it just looks like it’ll take longer for it to get through.” Changbin lightly nudged hum, hardly flinching at the swat Yeonjun landed on his arms, both of them bickering as they headed down the stairs. 

Wooyoung tucked his note in his pocket and followed. If he were being honest, Yeosang would’ve probably loved this place, even if it did limit his connection with the outside world. 

-Later-

Wooyoung had been drifting slightly on the couch, curled up beside Changbin when the door suddenly opened. There was a grunt from someone, and the undeniable scent of garlic instantly drifted into his nose. 

“I’m home!” 

“OPPA!/HYUNG!” 

Wooyoung startled into a sitting position as a chorus of screams rang out. He watched Gahyeon, Eric, and Jongho go sliding across the floor, jumping up and latching themselves onto the person who’d just come in. 

Instantly, Wooyoung felt like he’d been grabbed by the throat. 

Standing in the doorway, was a man standing about the same height as he did, his dimples deep and prominent as he smiled, spinning the three children around as they clung to him. His hat had fallen off in the process, revealing inky black hair that clung to his forehead from the presumed sweat of the summer heat outside. Wooyoung could hardly see his eyes as he smiled, laughing as the three children began to excitedly chatter about the day without pause.

“Yah, let the poor man come inside and get comfy first!” Chaerin scolded, sticking her head out of the master bedroom. San’s laughter died down after another minute or two of cuddling, and it was then that he met Wooyoung’s gaze. 

Wooyoung awkwardly moved his hand, sending him a quite pathetic wave. 

“Hi.” 

The man’s face lit up and he crossed the room in an instant, bowing without dropping any of the kids. 

“Oh! You’re here safely! I’m glad!” He beamed. Wooyoung had been a bit taken aback by his energy, but nodded. 

"I'm guessing you're San?"

"The one and only~ I'll be your local guide 'round here. I'll take care of you all, don't worry." He beamed, hands on his hips. Changbin sent him a smile. 

"Thanks. Your letter said you'd make dinner. Did you want any help?" He inquired. San shook his head, lightly setting the trio of toddlers down. 

"No, no. First meal's always on me when it comes to friends and family. Do any of you have any allergies?" He looked at them with an almost doe like expression, and Wooyoung had no choice but to tease him. 

"Garlic." He responded, keeping his voice neutral. Namhae had been known for its production of garlic, amongst other things. San's eyes widened immediately, lips parting as a horrified noise left his lips. 

"Oh no , wait hold on I have to look into a different meal I'm so sorry , oh god I almost killed him-"

Wooyoung covered his mouth, laughing behind his hand as he watched San fret. Kibum looked up from the book he had been reading across the room, glaring at him. He sent Wooyoung a look akin to a mother about to hurl her shoe, and Wooyoung tried to stifle his laughs. 

“I’m kidding. I just wanted to tease you a bit. I don’t have any allergies.” 

San blinked owlishly, looking moments away from having a crisis, before his brows furrowed. 

“Oh!...Oh.” He crossed his arms, pouting as he looked at him. 

“Oh, haha. I’ll start cooking, I’ll call you all when it’s ready.” He set all three of Chaerin’s children down, kissing their heads before making his way to the upper floor. Wooyoung watched him go, noticing the lines of his muscles after he pulled off his jean jacket. 

Changbin gently nudged him, sending him a knowing look. 

“You’re so obvious about it.” He teased. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and leaned against him, playing an offline game on his phone. 

“If I’m gonna be stuck in the country, I might as well enjoy the view.” He muttered. Changbin chuckled and went back to idly drawing. 

The sound of simmering meat soon drew Wooyoung’s attention, alongside the scent of garlic and onions. 

Yeonjun lifted his head, sniffing a few times. 

“Hm…Bulgogi. And-” He sniffed once more. “Some kind of fried chicken and…soup? I smell broth.” 

Chaerin looked at him in interest before tilting her head. 

“You got all of that from a few sniffs?” She inquired. He smiled proudly and Kibum made a motion with his hand. 

“These three are my top students. Yeonjun has a very sensitive nose, Changbin can tell each and every ingredient you use in any dish, and Wooyoung has quite a photographic memory, you show him once how to cook a meal and he’ll never forget.” 

All three of Kibum’s proteges smiled and Chaerin put her hands on her hips, holding out a glass to them. 

“Alright then. Tell me what’s here.” 

Changbin took a sip and smacked his lips together. Yeonjun sniffed once and sat back with a smile on his face, crossing his arms. Changbin nodded and smiled, handing the drink off to Wooyoung for him to enjoy the rest of it.

“Oh, that’s good.” 

“Tell me what you picked up on, then.” She smiled, gesturing. Changbin wrote them down on a piece of paper she slid over to him from the counter and then passed it over to her, motioning for Yeonjun to tell her verbally. Wooyoung watched them, sipping the drink with a small smile on his face. He’d never had something like this before. 

“Rice, surprisingly, water, almonds, cinnamon, almond milk, evaporated milk, vanilla, aaaand agave. Right?” he inquired. Her lips quirked, sending him a thumbs up, showing them the paper and the identical list Changbin had written out for her. 

“That’s impressive, boys. It's called Horchata. I had a friend of mine overseas teach me to make it a few years back and now it's a personal favorite of mine and my husband’s.” She noticed the glass that had been passed to Wooyoung had been nearly completely downed, a small cream colored moustache left at the top of his lip

“-and apparently a favorite of Wooyoung’s too.” She smiled. 

Footsteps drew their attention to the stairs and San poked his head down, a towel around his shoulders as he smiled at them. 

“Dinner is almost ready.” 

One by one, they all filed upstairs, sitting around the table. San served each of them, with garlic fried chicken, bulgogi, a side of rice, and miso soup. 

“I know it’s probably nothing compared to city-style food, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It's what my Grandma and Grandpa used to make whenever we had guests over.” San set out glasses in front of everyone, letting them have their choice of what to drink while he moved to help the little ones settle into their chairs. 

Wooyoung took a bite and immediately felt warmth bloom inside of him. The meat was of good quality and had been marinated perfectly. It hadn’t been the most exquisite taste he’d had in the world, but something about it made him feel like he had been welcomed home after a long journey. 

“What brings you all here, anyway?” San inquired, breaking apart pieces of the unspicy chicken he’d made to the side so Jongho could eat. Kibum pointed his chopsticks at his three students. 

“These three want to join my restaurant team, and they certainly have the potential, but I want them to take the time to understand different types of cuisine, and sometimes that includes the difference in culture and region. There’s a certain soul people put into their food that’s different from person to person.” He explained. Yeonjun didn’t say a word, cheeks bulged with food. Changbin simply nodded while Wooyoung’s head had been lost in the clouds. 

San glanced across the table at the men before he nodded, listening to the light conversation at the table and adding his two cents here and there. 

The rest of the dinner had been light-hearted and casual, with San helping carry the tired toddler trio downstairs before returning upstairs. 

“If it helps, there’s some better connection in the southern part of the house. Not the strongest, but it’s something.” He offered, finding Yeonjun checking his phone once more. He perked in response to this, not-so-subtly excusing himself and jogging downstairs. Changbin yawned and retired for the night 

Wooyoung sat by the window, staring out at the village. Most of the businesses had closed already for the day, and there wasn’t the familiar sense of business that he was used to. Instead, the night was still, with the crickets and owls replacing the birds from earlier with their own nocturnal songs. 

“I hope I can help you enjoy this a bit more.” 

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, blinking in confusion as San sat beside him, one knee pulled up to his chest. He stared up at the moon through the window, humming for a moment as he looked for the words. 

“I’ve only met Kibum-hyung once last year. His proteges ended up leaving before the end of a full week. I don’t know what happened to them after that, or if they even stayed with his culinary program, but Namhae is a lot more special than it seems at first.” San spoke quietly, as if to not disturb Changbin as he rested just a few feet from them. Wooyoung sighed and rolled his tongue along his cheek. 

“I’m sure I’ll get over it. It’s just a bummer. Yeosang and I had plans this summer and instead, I have to be here.” the words sounded a bit more aggressive than he had meant it in his head and San pressed his lips into a line before the mildly offended look was gone a moment later. 

“Yeosang, you mentioned him earlier too when you were eating. Is he your friend?” He inquired, trying to steer the conversation a bit away from Wooyoung’s offending tone a second ago. Wooyoung realized how he’d come off and shook his head. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, what I mean is-ugh sorry. That’s really such a dick way of putting things.” He apologized and San smiled softly, lightly patting his knee. 

“Thank you. Continue.” 

Wooyoung looked down at his hand before he went back to answer the question. 

“Yeosang is my best friend. He loves things like this, I’m sure he would have been perfect for this kind of trip, but he has studies to do so he couldn’t take any time off this summer to come with.” Wooyoung sighed and San hummed, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

“I take it you two have been friends for a long time?” 

“Since childhood. I met Changbin and Yeonjun in high school and the four of us have been nearly inseparable. This is the first time since who knows how long we've been apart.” He mumbled. San nodded, gently squeezing his knee. 

“How bout I be your friend? You gotta see my pretty face every day for the next three months, anyway.” He winked. Wooyoung looked back at him and sent him a smirk. 

“Since you’re offering, I think that sounds lovely.” He shot back. San chuckled and removed his hand from his knee, standing to stretch. A sliver of his stomach drew Wooyoung’s attention as his t-shirt rose with the motion, with a definable dip in his hips and a neatly trimmed trail leading down from his navel and disappearing into the waistband of his pants. 

The moment he dropped his arms, Wooyoung looked up as if he hadn’t been ogling. 

“I’m gonna take a bath and head to bed. Will you follow me for a sec? I just wanna make sure you have the right room.” he beckoned Wooyoung to follow him before making his way out of the room, yawning audibly. 

The room was cozy, with some more plants sitting upon a desk along with some messily arranged stationary that matched the letters the three of them received. A smile came to his face, and he found it cute how much San had seemingly fretted about their arrival. His wastebasket was half full of crumpled paper, the remnants of rejected letters, and as San cleared his throat, clearly flustered, Wooyoung sent him a smug smile. 

“You really were excited to have us come, it seems.” He teased. San rubbed the back of his neck, not denying it as a blush crept up to his cheeks. 

“I don’t have any friends my age, so it's nice to have these summers where new folks may come by. Plus, just like I can teach you all about this village and our way of life, I’d like to learn more about city life, too. I’ve never been outside of Namhae.” 

Wooyoung’s smile fell, picking up on the lonely tone in his voice and the way he refused to meet his eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing would come out, and an awkward pause stretched between the two of them. 

“Erm. I’m gonna go take that shower now. I’ll try to come back quietly just in case you’re asleep before I get out.” San bowed and made his way out hastily, leaving Wooyoung stunned by the revelation. 

Wooyoung shook himself out of it a moment later, shuffling over to his bag to get something comfortable to wear to bed. It was large, though with two of them, they probably would be a bit snug. He hummed quietly and shrugged, climbing into bed and resting on top of the sheets. Once he did, he felt himself drifting, nuzzling the pillow. 

He was already long asleep by the time San returned. The slightly older man looked at him, gently draping a light blanket over his shoulders before he carefully made his way into the bed, tucking himself under the covers and curling up ever so slightly, smiling to himself.  

-6 am-

“Okay, time to wake up.” 

Wooyoung cracked his eyes open, a disgruntled noise leaving his lips as he looked up. 

“Wha-”

“It's time to get up and at em, we’re actually late.” 

Wooyoung squinted at his phone screen and sent San a dirty look. 

“Are you out of your mind-” 

“Nope~ Cmon, we gotta go!” San smiled from ear to ear, already dressed and heading outside to wake Changbin and Yeonjun. 

Roughly twenty minutes later, all three of the city boys were trudging downstairs, where Kibum had already been waiting, offering them cups of convenience store coffee. He had a knowing smile on his face as he looked at them. 

“Oh don’t worry, boys. Once you get the hang of it, your body will wake you up naturally.” 

Even Changbin sent him a dirty look as they took the coffee, following San outside to his car. It looked to be older than all of them if Wooyoung was being honest. San hopped up into the car, smiling from ear to ear as it started up. 

"I do a lot of work on ol' Atiny here. Don't worry your heads one bit. She'll get us there no problem." San winked. Wooyoung really did find himself liking the man's Satoori more than he should, climbing in the car without any further complaint. 

The drive to the garlic farm was a rather long one. San didn't put on the radio, keeping his voice down as he spoke quietly to Kibum up front, as if giving the city boys in the back the opportunity to fall asleep for the ride. 

Wooyoung appreciated the gesture, but he kept himself awake, listening quietly. 

"Have you been taking care of yourself?"

San smiled softly, looking forward. 

"I certainly have been trying. I just do what I can."

Kibum hummed, settled back in his chair. 

"You could always move to the city. Spend some time with some like-minded folks."

San drummed his fingers along the wheel. He didn't say a word for a while. 

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it after the festival incident. The years after that haven't been kind to me, honestly."

Wooyoung perked slightly at that, feigning disinterest as he listened quietly. San had such a sorrowful tone in his voice as he mentioned whatever this 'incident' was. 

Kibum shook his head and opened his mouth to say something before he thought better of it and simply closed his mouth and let out a small huff. 

"If you ever change your mind, you have my number. That or let Jiyong and Chaerin know and I'm positive you'll be able to get on your feet in the city."

San hummed a tune Wooyoung had never heard before, pulling up a winding dirt road toward a farm. 

"We'll see. I appreciate it, regardless." He parked the car and turned the engine off, sending Key a dazzling dimpled smile before turning to the back. 

"Alright, gentlemen! Time to get up and at em!" He rose his voice, startling the trio to attention. He smiled sweetly and pointed out to the fields. 

"First, is our lesson in farming. Today, we pick garlic bulbs to get them prepped for sale later down the line." 

The men piled out of the car, looking out into the field and finding some middle-aged and even senior-aged farmers already out and about, their baskets already a quarter of the way filled. San smiled and pointed to his left. 

“This way.” he guided them, smiling sweetly and waving and nodding in acknowledgment at some of the farmers that caught their eye. Wooyoung couldn’t help but notice some of them seemed…less than enthused to wave back, and some ignored him outright, watching the group pass with a small shake to their head once they believed they weren’t being watched by the group of young men. 

Wooyoung felt his lips purse in displeasure, looking at the back of San’s head. If he noticed, he didn’t seem phased in the slightest, handing each of them a small, hand-held rake-like tool. 

"You're lookin' for the ones that have some browning in the lower leaves. These garden forks can loosen up the soil around them so you can get the bulbs out. Once you do, set it in your baskets." San instructed, moving aside and kneeling. 

Wooyoung watched as Kibum got right to it, with Changbin and Yeonjun exchanging a look and pairing off to begin their harvesting. Wooyoung lingered for a moment before he stepped a bit closer to San, kneeling and glancing at him. 

San was much faster than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Wooyoung’s brow furrowed in no time. San noticed his lack of movement and glanced at him before sending him a charming smile, his eyes crinkling and his dimples deep as he slowly raked his fork over the soil, carefully softening it. He checked the stem, running his thumbs over the bottom leaves. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes, noticing the browning at the base. He burrowed his fingers into the softened soil, digging in slightly before he gently worked the bulb out, no longer trying to be subtle in his silent instruction. 

“Like this.” He smiled, chuckling at the way Wooyoung’s cheeks darkened ever so slightly in embarrassment. Wooyoung coughed ever so slightly and shied, looking down at the plants in front of him. He panicked, grabbing the first one and pulling, completely forgetting some of the steps. San opened his mouth to correct him gently, letting out a small ‘oop-’ when he watched Wooyoung rip the stalk clean apart from the rest of the bulb. 

He stared at the greenery in his hand before looking at the ground, an offended expression crossing his face. San snorted, a full-blown laugh leaving his lips as Wooyoung turned his gaze over to him. 

“You- are you laughing at me?” he inquired, letting out a scandalized gasp. San bit his lip, eyes drifting away from Wooyoung’s betrayed expression as his shoulders bobbed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was just very cute.” he reached down, softening the soil and gently digging the bulb from the ground. 

“What you want to do is gently work it out of the soil by the bulb, not the stem. When we clean off the bulbs later, we actually secure the stems together in bundles and then let them dry, so we want to try to leave the bulbs and stems as intact as we can.” San scooted closer, his knee brushing against Wooyoung’s as he used the garlic stem beside the one Wooyoung had failed to harvest properly. Wooyoung watched him closely, copying him step by step and triumphantly wiggling his own garlic bulb free. 

“I did it!” He grinned. San smiled and nodded. 

“You did it. I’ll be right here to help you out if you need it. Please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m right beside you.” San encouraged him with a gentle tone of voice that made Wooyoung’s heart stutter. He smiled in thanks and got back to work. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he groaned, sweat rolling down his brow. San had stepped aside to check on Yeonjun and Changbin, laughing at something Wooyoung’s ears couldn’t pick up on. The cicadas chirped loudly, the sound echoing through the fields as San turned his head, catching Wooyoung’s gaze out of the corner of his eye. 

“You look thirsty. I have some water bottles in the car, let me go bring them for ya.” He jogged down the trail, heading back to the car. Wooyoung looked down at his basket, proud of what he had already done, when an old farmer made his way up to them. 

“Good morning!” Kibum noticed him first, bowing in greeting. His three proteges followed suit, bowing in acknowledgment. The farmer sent them a pleased smile. 

“New folks, huh? It’s nice to see some city folks out here gettin’ their hands dirty. Here, I’ll share some with you all.” He reached into his basket, handing over some of the bulbs he had harvested, not so subtly checking how many they had gotten in their time out in the field compared to his own. He made a small hum, grabbing a few extra bulbs for Wooyoung. 

“Here ya go. I hope you lot enjoy our little village while you’re here. I will say though…” he lowered his voice, glancing in the direction San had left in. 

“I’d be careful around that one. He ain’t right.” He whispered. Wooyoung felt his smile fall, the hospitality the man had given him a moment before now revealing itself to be a ruse. Kibum narrowed his gaze instantly behind the man’s head. 

“What does that mean, exactly?” he pressed, keeping his voice even, though his tone didn’t raise above a stiff, neutral volume. 

“He’s an odd one, is what I’m sayin. I’d just be careful, just a word of advice.” He laughed at something none of them found humorous, making his way down the opposite path as San began to return, holding a cooler full of beverages for them. 

“Sorry for taking so long-” He paused, noticing the four men watching the farmer leave. Wooyoung’s brows pulled together in concern, shifting his attention over to San. Before he could think to ask him what the man could possibly mean, he watched San fidget, his grip nearly white-knuckled on the cooler’s handles before he shook his head and set it down, putting his dimpled smile back on. 

It didn’t reach his eyes this time. 

“C’mon, everyone. I packed some things to drink in here and Chae-noona made sandwiches and stuff for us. I think a break is in order.” 

Wooyoung shook off the bitter feeling that had manifested itself in his stomach and moved to sit beside San, sending him a smile. 

“You’re prepared. Thanks so much for your hard work.” He thanked him and took a seat in the dirt. Yeonjun and Changbin followed suit, all of them thanking San and sitting in a circle with him. San looked taken aback at first, eyes widening before he relaxed, sending them a thankful smile. Kibum smiled and nodded in approval, sitting with the younger men and enjoying their breaks together. 

-7pm- 

Wooyoung sat by the windowsill once again, sending messages back and forth to Yeosang, his mom, and some of his other friends at home. 

Or, trying to, anyway. 

He really did have to get used to being out in the sticks. 

San came in after a moment, yawning as he climbed into bed. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes. San layed down hugging his pillow, letting out a sigh as he put his head into it. Wooyoung tilted his head to the side. 

“That was a pretty big sigh there. You alright?” He inquired. San didn’t move for a moment or two, and Wooyoung almost thought he hadn’t heard him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but San shifted, looking at him. 

“Can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

Wooyoung unconsciously sat up straighter, looking at him with his undivided attention. 

“Go ahead, I doubt you’ll make me uncomfortable.” 

San paused for a moment, letting out a small laugh that didn’t sound genuine as he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung. 

“What did that guy say out in the field? You all looked…angry when you came back.” 

Wooyoung’s expression immediately soured. San noticed but didn’t say anything else, waiting to see if he would let him in on what had made them respond like that. 

“He came up to us and was really nice, but then he said some weird shit about you being ‘odd’ and ‘not right’ and it was really rude. Who does that?” Wooyoung crossed his arms and San looked away for a moment, sighing. 

“A lot of the people in this village think I’m a bit…off. I understand if you don’t wanna sleep in the same room as me anymore. I can sleep on the couch or somethin’.” He murmured. Wooyoung sent him an incredulous look, laughing. 

“Why? You’ve been nothing but nice to me. I’m not gonna just listen to some random person who’s clearly speaking in bad faith over someone who’s been nothing but sweet and kind to me. Besides, even if something about you was different , that doesn’t give anyone the right to act like that with people accompanying you. Jiyong-hyung and Chaerin-noona wouldn’t just let anyone be around their kid without checking their background thoroughly and making sure they were safe. As far as I see it, if they trust you, and the old man trusts you, I do too.” Wooyoung stood and made a point to come to the bed, plopping down beside San with a force that made them bounce for a moment before they settled in their respective places. 

San made a surprised noise and looked at him in surprise before blinking. 

“....Just like that? You’re not gonna ask?” 

“I think that may be the problem here. It's none of my business right now. If you want to tell me what he could be talking about, that’s perfectly fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too. I just met you, I don’t expect you to pour your heart out to me and tell me your entire life story in 24 hours because some guy was trying to be a jerk out in a garlic field. I’m going to learn who you are from this experience and our time together. You’re more than welcome to tell me whatever you’d like whenever you’d like, and I’ll be happy to listen if and/or when you do, but until that conversation comes, it’s none of my business.” Wooyoung spoke a mile a minute, and San just watched the side of his face in wide-eyed wonder, brows up in surprise. Once he was done, he smiled and the stress that had gathered in his shoulders melted away. 

“I’ll work hard, then.” He quietly responded. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and rolled to face him, their faces much closer and their hands brushing as he looked at San. 

“You don’t have to work hard. You just have to be you.” 

San searched his eyes quietly before smiling and letting out a small nod. 

“I see. I understand. Thank you.” 

Satisfied, Wooyoung nodded and rolled over, his back to San. 

“Now get some rest. I’m tired as hell and I know you’ll inevitably wake me up at ass crack o clock for more good ol’ farming.” He playfully cooed, trying to mimic San’s natural Satoori. San let out a hum and rolled over, as well. 

“Fair enough. Good night, Wooyoung.” 

“Mmm. Goodnight, San.” 

-The Next Week-

Wooyoung had woken up the moment San had begun stirring. The aches from the days before had settled in his bones, and he wasn’t in any real rush to get up. He’d been doing a myriad of different things since they’d started their work here in Namhae, and Wooyoung had long since stopped complaining about the manual labor. He actually found it quite enjoyable to be able to harvest some of his own food and then cook them later. 

The smile Kibum had let out when he admitted that one night during dinner prep made an embarrassed flush rush to his cheeks, but he simply huffed and continued cooking while explaining every step to his audience consisting of Jongho, Gahyeon, Eric, and San. 

Speaking of, in the present, San moved about the room quietly, scratching his head as he shook off his own tiredness. Each step was careful and deliberate, nearly cat-like in manner as he moved without a sound, navigating the room in the dark. 

Wooyoung watched him with half-lidded eyes, lifting his head slightly. 

Before he could open his mouth to greet him, San peeled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it into a basket situated near the door. Wooyoung felt his mouth go dry, watching the muscles ripple across the expanse of San’s back as he shuffled about the drawer for a different shirt. 

Anything he had to say immediately went out of the window as he admired the man, transfixed on his form as San muttered to himself about ‘looking good’. It took everything in Wooyoung to not blow his cover and just blurt that he already did look good. San finally found one, plucking a black T-shirt from his drawer and putting it on in one fluid motion. He grabbed the waistband of his sleeping pants and Wooyoung feigned rolling over, deciding to give the man some privacy. He’d oggled enough as is, and he’d feel like a creep looking at any more of San without permission. 

“Hm?” San notice his pseudo-rousing and paused in changing, looking over his shoulder. Wooyoung pretended to snuggle into the pillow, his heart thundering in his chest as he heard San shift somewhere behind him. He came closer, leaning down to gently push some of Wooyoung’s bangs out of his face. Wooyoung nearly twitched, his fingers flexing against the pillow as he heard San quietly sigh. 

“Don’t ruin it, San.” He quietly muttered to himself before he pulled away, clearing his throat and gently shaking Wooyoung’s shoulder, leaning a respectable distance from him. Wooyoung opened his eyes, making a few mutters that made him seem like he was disoriented and only just now awakening. San sent him a smile, though he didn’t meet his eyes as enthusiastically as he usually did. 

“Hey. Sorry, but we should probably get an early start today. We’re going fishing and it’s best to get out there before too many of the other villagers head out and we have to worry about the fish not biting from the crowd.” he let him know in a gentle tone. Wooyoung looked up at him, feeling a conflicted emotion as San turned and headed out with the pair of pants he was going to change into, clearly intending to change elsewhere. 

He ran a hand through his hair, ruffled it about, and then pushed himself up off of the bed. 

-8am-

“So you think he’s hot? I personally think it’s great.” Yeonjun crossed his arms as he sat beside Wooyoung, slightly queasy from the boat ride. Wooyoung nearly threw his hands up to get him to be quiet, making a series of noises that were unintelligible. 

“Shut the fuck up before he hears you!” Wooyoung hissed, smacking him in the arm. Yeonjun let out a  yelp and shoved his shoulder, scowling at him. 

“What’s the problem? We’re gonna be stuck here for months anyway, might as well have fun if that’s what you wanna do. Besides, if it keeps you distracted from the trainwreck back home with Yeosang, maybe you do need a distraction.” 

Wooyoung nearly hit him again, frowning. He’d been infatuated with their mutual best friend for longer than he could remember, but it seemed like he would always kindly rebuff his advances or was just flat-out too oblivious to realize that they were, in fact, advances in the first place. 

He looked down at his shoes and Yeonjun caught the crestfallen look on his face, frowning. 

“Look, I’m not speaking bad on Yeosang, I never would, but I just think if you finally have someone else in your sights that has caught your fancy, you should go for it. Besides, if it doesn’t work out well, who cares? You’ll be going back home after the summer is over and you can pretend you didn’t take an L if you do fumble.” Yeonjun tried to tease, but his playful smile fell as he watched Wooyoung’s gaze drift to the other side of the boat where San had been helping Changbin set up his rod. 

Wooyoung didn’t laugh along with his teasing and Yeonjun hummed, hugging him from the side. 

“Chin up, bestie. You’re not bagging anything with your eyes all puppy-dog-like and pouty.” He told him before he stood and cleared his throat. 

“San! Can you help Woo next? He’s really eager to learn!” he called. Wooyoung’s eyes widened and San looked over, smiling and nodding. He jogged over and stopped in front of the two of them, holding a rod in each hand. 

“Okay, I’ll be happy to help.”

Yeonjun took one rod and smiled at him. 

“I actually know how to fish. My boyfriend taught me a while ago, I’ll head over there, you can teach Woo, though.” He smiled and strode away, leaving San shell-shocked as he watched him go. Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at San, waiting for his usual eager instruction. Instead, he looked like his brain had shut down completely, blinking owlishly. 

“His-” He didn’t even finish, but Wooyoung could see the thoughts in his mind running a mile a minute as he opened and closed his mouth. 

Wooyoung tilted his head, ready to ask him if he was okay before everything clicked into place. 

-“You could always move to the city, live with some like-minded folks.”

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it after the festival incident.” 

“I’d be careful around that one, he ain’t right.”

“He’s an odd one, is all I’m sayin’.” -

Wooyoung reached and gently touched his wrist, startling his attention forward. San looked at him and he sent him a smile. 

“He means Soobin. They’re really cute. I think you’d love to meet him someday. He’s a pretty athletic type like you and Changbin. I think it’d be nice if we all got to introduce you to some people in our circles, to be honest. Chan and Yeji would probably immediately adopt you to like, best friend status.” He told him. San looked at him, then back at Yeonjun, watching him laugh and chatter with Changbin before he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung once more. 

“F-friends? All of these people are friends of yours?” There was a slight shake to his voice, a temporary fumble before he caught himself. Wooyoung took the fishing rod and walked to the edge of the boat. 

“Teach me how to cast this and I’ll tell you more. Early bird gets the worm, right?” he grinned. San nodded, clearing his throat and instructing him on how to safely cast his line after choosing his bait. Once their lines were all out, Wooyoung leaned on the rail, the sea salt twinged air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. 

“Let’s see. Soobin is Yeonjun’s boyfriend of like, three years? Chan and Changbin have been dating for like five, and Yeji joined their relationship like two years ago-” 

“Wait.”San looked at him, eyes widened in surprise. Wooyoung laughed.

“They’re polyamorous. It’s honestly so cute and mushy when the three of them are together, even if they do like to playfully bully Changbin, it’s all in good fun.” Wooyoung put his chin in his palm and looked out at the sea. San watched him for a while. 

“So…is the Yeosang person you keep mentioning your boyfriend, then? Unless you’re not into that I’m sorry for assuming-” San immediately began clumsily trying to backpedal before he even got a response. Wooyoung couldn’t help but to think he was cute. 

“Yeosang…I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. I don’t think he knows, though. I don't have a boyfriend right now.” He hummed, eyes looking at his line to make sure he wasn’t missing any potential fish biting. 

San looked at him, then fell into a comfortable silence, staring out with him. 

Wooyoung couldn’t help but to notice the smile that never left his lips as he enjoyed the lull of the boat and the ocean. 

-5pm-

“San, come here, I’ll show you how we make this stew. My mom used to make it all the time.” Wooyoung beckoned San over, smiling as he all but darted across the room, eyes wide like a child’s as he looked over Wooyoung’s shoulder. 

San watched his every move and soon stood beside him, copying him without a word, his eyes narrowed from his focus. Wooyoung laughed suddenly, drawing his attention up to his face instead of the fish he had been cleaning. 

“What?” He inquired. Wooyoung sent him a teasing look. 

“You look really handsome when you focus like that. You get this cute little furrow in your brow.” He complimented. San paused, a blush creeping up to his ears. 

Wooyoung smiled devlishly, proud of himself as he turned his attention back to the fish. 

“So then after you clean it-” he continued on as normal, watching as San cleared his throat, trying-and failing-to hide the face he was caught off guard by Wooyoung’s flirting. 

Chaerin poked her head into the kitchen a few hours later, smiling as she saw all of the young men working together, watching as Yeonjun taught San some of the fruity drink recipes and Changbin let him taste test the meat he had been searing on the other side of the kitchen. The four laughed like old friends, and it warmed her heart to hear San finally have some friends. 

She pushed herself off of the door frame and sat down at the table, kissing each of her babies on the head before they all got back to working on a puzzle to pass the time. 

When they finally sat down at the table to eat later, the sound of laughter filled the room, drifting throughout the home until late into the evening. It had been nice to see San laugh and talk with people his age. The light blush on his cheeks brought a smile to her face that she hid behind the rim of her wine glass. 

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The next month had been…something. One of three down, and it seemed after that faithful day, something had shifted between San and Wooyoung. The two worked so well together, one would be easily fooled into thinking they had been close for years themselves. 

Wooyoung had gained more of a keen eye for some of the villagers looking at the four interact with each other. It was five including the times Kibum would come along, though he had begun to pull back and let them explore on their own time. 

They were never outwardly hostile, but some of them did make a point to not go near the quartet or would whisper behind their hands when they thought no one was looking after they would pass. Wooyoung wasn’t naive, he wasn’t a stranger to the concept of people being less than favorable when it came to another person’s preferences and lifestyle, but something about the whole ordeal made him especially angry because San had been so isolated in the home town he’d clearly loved so much over something so fucking stupid . 

Wooyoung had stuck to him like glue because of it, choosing to go with him whenever San was out and about, be it for working out in the fields or out at sea or just for recreational exploration of the island. Yeonjun and Changbin would give them their alone time occasionally, thoughWooyoung never prompted either of them for it. 

He was grateful they did, however. 

San had gotten comfortable with him in their time together, brushing against him at nearly every possible opportunity, hugging him from behind, even playfully tilting his chin up here and there when he caught him off guard and spacing out. 

All of it made his heart thrum in anticipation, but he’d always been left hanging, neither of them taking that extra step forward to commit to…whatever this flirting had been. 

It had been driving him quite crazy, if Wooyoung was being honest. 

Today they stayed inside, sprawled out on the floor with a small fan circulating between the two of them. It was scorching outside, and today had been the first day all of them agreed to stay inside and not do any farming. 

Yeonjun made a point to grab Changbin, saying something about teaching the little ones how to make homemade ice cream before he tugged him downstairs, leaving Wooyoung alone with San. The Namhae native set down a glass of juice beside Wooyoung before he tugged at his shirt a few times, muttering something about needing a bigger fan or finally investing in a new aircon. 

Wooyoung watched him out of the corner of his eye, his lips curling up teasingly. 

“If it’s too hot, just take your shirt off.” 

San paused, looking at him with a brow arched. A month ago, he would have blushed up to his ears and probably would have declined with a flustered stammer, but now, Wooyoung found him not backing down from his teasing gaze. His own lips quirked as he tilted his head up, looking down at him with a look Wooyoung swore was more sultry than anything he’d ever seen on the slightly older man’s face. 

“I bet you’d like it if I did, huh?” 

Wooyoung sat up himself, sizing him up and smiling back despite the furious ba thumps of his heart. 

“And if I say I would? Then what?” 

“Then prove it. You can take it off of me if you’d be so inclined.” 

A beat of silence stretched between the two of them and San’s expression almost broke, his words catching up to him and his heart nearly leaping out of his chest when he realized how forward he had been. Before he could apologize, Wooyoung pushed himself up off of the floor, standing in front of him and tugging him forward by his belt hoops. 

San nearly stumbled, a surprised look on his face as he looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung swallowed down any nervousness he felt, his face dangerously close to San’s as he ran his thumbs over the end of his shirt. 

“I really will take it off. If you don’t mind, that is.” Wooyoung gave him a moment to reconsider. San held his gaze for a moment before he lifted his arms, nodding and breathing out a quiet; ' Go ahead.’

Wooyoung pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the side. He didn’t immediately look down at his chest, instead fixing his gaze on San’s face once more, taking in his expression to make sure he hadn’t been made uncomfortable. 

It was quite the contrary, actually, and instead, he looked at him with slightly parted lips, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than normal. Neither of them spoke for what felt like forever, but once again, Wooyoung spoke up. 

“If you want, you can take mine off, too.” 

San’s jaw settled for a brief moment, and Wooyoung had a passing thought of how it would feel to cup it in his hands. San reached for his shirt, fingers hesitating. 

“You don’t think this is weird? That I’m weird? ” 

Wooyoung put his hands over his and closed them on his shirt. 

“I don’t know what the people in this village have said to you before, but no. This isn’t weird. San, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me when it comes to this. I understand.” He murmured. San grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head with a surprising gentleness, his hands hovering just off of Wooyoung’s hips, unsure of where to place them. Wooyoung noticed and stepped closer into his space, feeling the heat radiate from his chest. 

“You’re staring.” Wooyoung purred. San nodded, clearing his throat and looking away bashfully. 

“Sorry. You’re really..uh.”

“Pretty? Attractive? Sexy as fuck?” Wooyoung teased. 

“Yeah. All of those. And then some.” 

Wooyoung felt his cheeks grow hotter, staring at San’s honest expression before he finally took the time to drift his eyes down his body. He’d seen San in skin-tight tank tops and t-shirts before, even seen his back bare a few times, but this had been the first time San had faced him while shirtless. 

You, uh, could certainly tell he was a man who did extensive amounts of manual labor. Despite the fact that a month had passed of them working together, Wooyoung had never seen him from the front. And his ogling was a bit more than telling. 

San watched him with a quiet gaze, not saying anything. Wooyoung looked like he wanted to run his hands over his abdomen, touch and feel all of his defined muscles, but he simply bit his lip. 

“Y’know, this is the first time in a while I’ve been speechless like this.” 

San felt an excited flutter in his chest as he reached and lifted Wooyoung’s chin, a gentle movement he’d done countless times before in their recent time together. Wooyoung looked up instantly, staring into his eyes. 

“I…I’m pretty sure I’m just as caught off guard.” He responded, his thumb idly running over Wooyoung’s cheek. Wooyoung waited for a moment before he hummed, noticing San not making any other movements. He thought back to Yeonjun-and later Changbin’s-encouragement for him to just let loose and have fun while here and spoke up. 

“You look really kissable like this, you know.” 

San’s thumb paused instantly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. He opened his mouth, a quiet, yet scrambled noise leaving his lips until Wooyoung put his hand on his own cheek, mirroring him. 

“Do I look kissable, San?” He continued, turning his head ever slightly to kiss San’s palm. San’s hand twitched ever so slightly, but he didn’t back away from him, nodding. Wooyoung sent him a fake pout. 

“I can’t hear you, Sannie. Do I look kissable to you? Would you kiss me?” He teased, pressing another chaste kiss to San’s palm. San’s fingers flexed and he turned his head back fully, staring into Wooyoung’s eyes. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

“Yes and no. I really want you to kiss me, but I’m trying to behave myself because I see you’re terrified.” 

San’s expression was unreadable for a moment before he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Wooyoung’s. The city boy hummed, pleased with the initiation, and kissed him back, his hand sliding from San’s face to cup the back of his neck. 

San broke the kiss much sooner than Wooyoung would have preferred, looking at him in surprise. Wooyoung made a small ‘nuh uh’ noise, pulling him back in for more, peppering his lips with small, chaste kisses that eventually lasted longer and longer until the two of them were making out in the middle of the living room. 

Wooyoung pushed him back gently making him sit on the couch as he sat down and straddled him. 

San panted, setting his hands on Wooyoung’s waist, looking up at him with a blush on his cheeks and his eyes slightly blown. Wooyoung smiled, arching a brow as he cocked his head to the side. 

“You could grab my ass, you know. I don’t think you have to be so polite with touching me, yknow.” 

San looked at him before he slowly lowered his grip, squeezing handfuls of Wooyoung’s ass as he kissed his Adam’s apple. 

“You didn’t say you were comfortable with that, yet.” 

Wooyoung smiled, running his fingers through his hair and leaning into his ear. 

“I’m comfortable for a lot more than this, but if I tell you all that entails, we might make a mess of this couch.” He purred. San’s fingers flexed as he let out a breathy ‘holy fuck?’ followed by his usual boy next door laugh, though it was much airier than Wooyoung had ever heard it before. 

“You city folk really are somethin’, huh?” 

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulder. 

“Trying to be subtle never got my message across before. I think Yeonjun’s right and I should be a bit more forward with things I want.” 

San hummed and tilted his head to the side, gazing up at Wooyoung. 

“And what do you want?” 

“More kisses. Your hands all over me. Your cock down my throat.” 

San blinked in surprise and Wooyoung laughed quietly, sitting directly on his cock. 

“You’re biiig , you know that?” Wooyoung purred, tilting his head as he rutted his ass back. San inhaled sharply through his teeth, hips bucking slightly as Wooyoung slowly rolled and rocked his hips back and forth. He smiled at the expression on his face, leaning close and kissing the shell of San’s ear. 

“Of course, you know that. Are you pent-up? It’s been a month and I’m pretty sure you haven’t touched yourself. Does it ache, Sannie?” He hummed, nipping his earlobe. 

“That’s- fuck- that’s unfair, Wooyoung.” 

“Tell me what you want to do, San.” 

"I don’t-I don’t know- anyone could walk in on us.” San panted, though his actions didn’t match his words, still grinding his cock against Wooyoung’s ass. Wooyoung cupped his cheek and met his eye, his own half-lidded. 

“We could always move, you know. Our bedroom is down the hall.” He casually reminded him, running a finger down his chest. San swallowed dryly before he picked Wooyoung up effortlessly. Wooyoung yipped, eyes widening for a moment before he clung to him. San walked them directly to the aforementioned room. 

He set Wooyoung down with a gentle motion, making sure he held the back of his head before setting it in the center of his pillow. Wooyoung didn’t let go, however, pulling him down and wrapping one of his toned thighs around his waist. San grunted in surprise before kissing him, placing his palms by either side of his head to brace himself. 

Wooyoung’s fingers ran up his back, kneading and lightly clawing at his muscles as they kissed, moaning into San’s mouth as he rolled his hips down, their bulges grinding against one another. San swallowed the sound, moving one of his hands, running calloused fingers down Wooyoung’s neck, collar, chest (stopping to trace the black ink adorning his ribs), and torso, hooking a finger in his waistband and tugging teasingly. 

“Should I take them off now, Woo? Hm?” 

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him, opening his mouth to tell him off for daring to turn and tease him, like that's not what he had been doing to San this whole time. Anything he had to say fell flat the moment San’s hand disappeared into his shorts, grabbing his cock and arching a brow at the strangled gasp that tumbled out of Wooyoung’s lips. 

Wooyoung moaned as San stroked him nice and slow, leaning into his ear, 

“You’re talking about how hard I got, look at you. Do I get the treat of hearing more of those pretty moans, Wooyoung?” He purred, twisting his wrist on every upstroke, watching Wooyoung’s expressions like a hawk. Wooyoung’s eyes slipped closed as he breathed out a shaky ‘yes, please.’ San smiled to himself, whispering sweet nothings as he jerked him off, loving every small gasp and whine that came from Wooyoung’s lips and the way he tried-and failed-to keep his voice down as San teased the underside of his cock with his thumb. 

“San~”

“Yes, baby? You’re singing for me, it sounds so good.” San’s satoori rattled around his head and Wooyoung shuddered, grabbing the waistband to his shorts and shoving them down to his knees, sighing at the relief he felt the moment he did. 

San’s eyes drifted down to Wooyoung’s flushed cock, smiling as he rolled his fingers over the tip, smearing precum all over the crown. 

“You’re making a mess. You can cum whenever you want to, baby. I’m not going to stop you.” He encouraged, placing encouraging kisses on Wooyoung’s collar and neck as he watched his cock out of the corner of his eye. 

“San-nn…fuck, San slow down I really will cum if you keep going.” He shuddered, his hips bucking, thrusting into San’s fist despite his pleas. San, however, listened without complaint, slowing his motions and kissing the corner of Wooyoung’s eye as he looked at his expression. 

“I could cum just from looking at you like this.” He hummed, leaning close. Wooyoung met him halfway, pawing at his pants, silently urging him to join him in his nudity. San obliged and reluctantly let him go, sitting up on his knees to unbutton his pants. Wooyoung’s eyes immediately gravitated downwards, biting his lip at that neatly trimmed trail that disappeared into his boxers that he’d only seen glimpses of. San tossed his pants and boxers into the hamper, turning to give his attention back to Wooyoung and smiling at the way Wooyoung stared at him, biting his thumbnail. 

“I want you back on top of me,” San spoke, laying down on his side of the bed. Wooyoung laughed quietly and tossed a leg over his hip, straddling him and sliding down so their cocks were flush against one another. 

“My, you’re awfully bossy.” 

San hummed, not denying the claim as he held Wooyoung’s ass, grinding and rutting so their cocks once more slid against each other and each man’s abs. Wooyoung sighed in pleasure, bucking his hips and closing his eyes as he let San match him below, feeling steadied by the country boy’s firm grip on his ass. San moaned his name below him, making a mess as his precum smeared onto Wooyoung’s abs cock. 

“Kiss…mm Wooyoung c'mere-” 

Wooyoung nearly fell forward as San pulled him down gently, hand cupped on the back of his neck. He adjusted himself, his chest against San’s, their heartbeats both erratic and frantic as they kissed, groaning ever so slightly as they continued to grind and rut on each other. Wooyoung spread his legs wider, a needy hitch in his breath coming out then he felt San's rough fingers rolling over his rim. He shuddered, lifting his hips high, but San only squeezed his ass with his free hand and brought him back flush against his body with a firm tug. 

"I want you to cum like this, pretty boy. Make a mess of the abs you wanted to see so bad." He purred. Wooyoung gasped and bucked, clenching on nothing as he struggled between which he wanted more of, San's kisses, his voice, his fingers along his rim, or his cock between his legs.

" San ." Wooyoung pleaded needily, his body quivering against San’s. 

“C’mon, baby. I got you. I’ll take care of you.” He urged, his own voice sounding strained as Woouyoung groaned in his arms. Wooyoung kissed him desperately to keep himself from possibly raising his voice to a level that would get them caught. 

San groaned back, inhaling sharply as Wooyoung tugged his hair, cumming messily against his abs as instructed. San purred, mumbling praises between kisses as he let out a sigh, cumming a minute or two after him. 

The two men sat in each other’s arms, panting as they reeled. Once he’d gathered his bearings, Wooyoung looked down, cheeks darkening at the mess left behind. 

“Shit, man, you really were pent up, huh?” 

San looked down at the mess splayed across his stomach and laughed airily, letting his head thump against the pillows.

“Hah…yeah, I guess you can say that.” 

-8pm-

Wooyoung swung his feet as he sat on a bench outside a convenience store San and he had walked to. The night air had been a much-needed 180 from the temperature earlier. He held San’s jean jacket over his shoulders as he waited for him, smiling up at him as San jogged outside, two bags full of snacks in either hand. 

“Hey, you could have come inside.” He told him, smiling as he fished out a Melona bar for Wooyoung. He shrugged a shoulder, looking up at the moon. 

“It felt nice out here.” was his response. San hummed and nodded, his eyes spotting an old couple across the way sending them a weird look before whispering amongst themselves. 

“Isn’t that…”

“Mhm, I think it is. What a shame, he grew up to be such a handsome boy. What a waste.”

San’s jaw ticked ever so slightly and Wooyoung followed his gaze. He frowned when he noticed the duo as well and looked back at San. The countryman sent him a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and pointed behind him. 

“We should head back. The little ones are waiting-oh!”He let out a noise of surprise as Wooyoung stood and hooked arms with him, marching back inside the convenience store. 

“Wooyoung? What’s up-”

“You forgot something.” He murmured, looking up and down the aisles. San stumbled a few times before he managed to match Wooyoung’s steps. 

“I did? What is it? Why are you in such a rush-”

Wooyoung didn’t answer him, smiling and letting out an ‘aha!’ as he finally found what he was looking for. San peeked over his shoulder, cheeks going beet red as Wooyoung plucked a box of condoms from the shelf and a bottle of lube. He looked at the label, nose scrunching before putting the bottle back and grabbing one beside it. San stared at him, his eyes the size of dinner plates as Wooyoung meticulously dragged him up and down the aisle, grabbing a few more things before he marched up to the counter, setting everything down. 

The cashier looked at everything before looking at the two of them over the rim of her glasses, arching a brow. San didn’t say a word, completely stun locked into place, while Wooyoung merely arched a brow back at her, waiting. 

“Did you want everything erm…in the same bag?” 

“Yep, it's all going to the same place.” 

She nodded, clearing her throat and scanning each product. Wooyoung paid her without incident and pulled San out, making a point to make eye contact with the old couple that had been whispering about San before. Once they spotted him, he leaned in and planted a kiss on San’s cheek, smiling at the way the dimpled man instantly blushed all the way down his neck, flustered babble leaving his mouth as Wooyoung proudly pulled him in the direction of Chaerin’s house.

“Wooyoung-”

“They made you uncomfortable. Fuck em. Besides, I wanted a kiss.”

San looked at him, a vulnerable look crossing his face, 

“Even out here?” 

“Especially out here. Fuck 'em.” Wooyoung repeated. San looked at him for a long moment before he reached down, holding Wooyoung’s hand. He didn’t get the chance to ask if it was okay before he felt a reassuring squeeze. He smiled, turning his attention back in front of him. 

They walked about two blocks in comfortable silence before San spoke. 

“This town has several festivals.” He started, his footsteps matching Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked at him out of the corner of his eye, making a small sound to let him know he was listening. San took a deep breath, squeezing Wooyoung’s hand. 

“It’s kind of a tradition in this place to ask out someone of your fancy to accompany you to one of them. I asked a boy in my grade in my last year of high school. It didn’t go well.” 

Wooyoung frowned, rubbing his knuckles. San’s voice didn’t waver as he spoke, his arm occasionally brushing against Wooyoung’s as he walked with him. 

“No one got violent or anything if you’re worried. I’ve heard some…unsavory stories about these kinds of things not going well in other places with people who see folks like me…”He looked at their hands. “Folks like us …I’ve heard some scary things. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I can be grateful all that happened was some mockery and the village deciding I was ‘weird’ and ‘not right’ and deciding to keep their distance from me unless absolutely necessary.” he muttered. 

Wooyoung moved to stand in front of him. 

“No. While I’m glad no one hurt you…physically, you’re hurt emotionally. And that’s just as important. They have no right to treat you like this. A whole village turning on someone? Trying to label you as some kind of freak for just loving someone differently? Fuck. Them.” Wooyoung hissed out, leaving no room for opposition. San looked down at him and smiled. 

“Y’know, I’m really grateful for people like Chaerin-noona and Jiyong-hyung. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have even known there were people out there who don’t care. Who will stand beside me and see me for who I am. I wouldn’t have met you.” He murmured the last bit quietly. Wooyoung smiled, opening his mouth to say he was grateful for being able to meet him when he noticed a sad look cross San’s face. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave.” 

Wooyoung felt like he’d crashed through a windshield, that one sentence sobering him instantly. 

That’s right. He’s only here one summer. And one-third of it was already gone. 

Wooyoung frowned, fidgeting. San noticed and panicked slightly. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to bring the mood down like this. Please forgive me for runnin’ my mouth.” He frantically apologized and Wooyoung looked at him, pressing his lips together in a line before he shook his head. 

“San, are you a man who likes challenges?” He inquired. San looked at him with a tilted head. 

“Challenges? I…I don’t know? I mean I guess I do like challenging myself or something, but I don’t really get the opportunity to get competitive with others, if that’s what you mean.” 

“How about this? If I can make this the best summer ever for you, you come back to the city with me.” 

San stared at him with his lips parted, completely speechless. Wooyoung nodded, rubbing San’s knuckles. 

“It’s just an option but…Chae-noona did say she has her home back in Gangnam that you could live in…and you can even stay with me, I don’t mind. My hyungs Hongjoong and Seonghwa hyungs own a shop in town that gets a lot of business, I can ask them to hire you. If…if you want.” He stuttered through the sentence, fumbling his words in a way San had never seen him do since he’d met him. 

“You’d let me live with you? Just like that?” San inquired, his voice quiet, reserved. Wooyoung nodded, looking into his eyes, making sure he could see the truth shining in them. 

“If it’s not abundantly clear by now, I like you. Like, I really like you. And if I can be the selfish city boy for a bit, it would be devastating for me to leave this place and leave you behind, especially with all of these assholes treating you like an alien and the crunchiest internet connection and cell phone service known to man making it difficult to keep in contact with you if we do part.” 

San looked at him for a long time, his expression hard to read. Wooyoung felt anxiety creep up his spine the longer they went standing there, but he didn’t say a word, just waiting. 

After a while, San nodded. 

“Okay. I’ll take you up on that challenge.” He smiled. 

Wooyoung let out a relieved sigh before he gave him a quick peck. 

“Don’t scare me like that, oh my god.” He held his chest before moving from his spot in front of him, walking beside him once more. San smiled and his feet once again matched his pace.

“No one’s ever challenged me like that.” He chuckled. Wooyoung laughed, the nervousness still evident in his tone. 

“It’s not something I just go around doing, I assure you.”

San smiled as they walked through the front door, immediately having three little ones flying in his direction. He let Wooyoung’s hand go, bending down to scoop them up, when he noticed Jongho gravitate to Wooyoung instead, hugging his leg. Wooyoung looked just as surprised, kneeling to pet the brunette toddler. 

“You okay? What’s wrong?” 

“Missed Hyung.” 

Wooyoung’s gaze softened as he hugged him, picking him up and smiling as Jongho let out a ‘weeeeee!’ sound. 

“I missed you too, big guy!” He smiled. San watched him and felt like a weight had been rolled off of his shoulders. 

Wooyoung had challenged him, that much was for sure, but he probably hadn’t realized he’d already accepted the offer in his head. 

The real challenge, San decided, was to not make it completely obvious how infatuated he’d become with the city boy. 

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moot game? list down your favorite work/s of your favorite stayblr writers.

> side note : if we’re moots and i haven’t listed one of your works here or your url, just know i’m definitely thinking of you and your work means no less to me than these, im only listing a few here for convenience :)

DAYS OF CANDY — a Seo Changbin fic made by @hwan-g , 14.9k words

i felt so comforted reading this, and i know it sounds silly but it’s almost like i felt like i was being comforted by changbin throughout this, not just reader. if i can remember i think i wrote extremely long tags for a reblog of one of your works and for that apologies haha i was in my feels ( _ _||) your writing abilities leave me floored always but especially with this piece. i love how there was the unconscious realization of how throughout the fic both changbin and yn found security in eachother. you’re so talented, thank you for sharing this with us!

DOGFIGHT — a Lee Felix fic made by @bbujiikseu , 12.1k words

there’s something so real about everything here, and not like in a weird sort of way, but like a genuine way that itches my brain so nicely. it’s almost like i miss felix when i read this? but in a fic related way, like i miss how felix would behave for reader before expectations dragged him down. in conclusion this piece is surreal and i’ll definitely be revisiting it. love u kana<3

KILL ME SLOWLY — a Christopher Bahng fic made by @inkedtae , 34.5k words

i can’t even begin to describe the amount of hours i spent reading this — there was something so raw and vulnerable about this fic and i cannot give it justice for how much emotion it evoked. i’ve never interacted with this writer before but if they see this, your work is unbelievable!!

WOLFSBANE — a Christopher Bahng fic made by @healinghyunjin , 16.7k words

another writer i’ve never interacted with but heavily admire not only for this work but for so many others works of theirs as well. you capture so many diverse sides to one’s personality through this both with chan and reader and slowly develop their love so thoroughly it’s incredible. heavily would recommend this fic

SCENE STEALERS(series) — a Christopher Bahng series made by @cb97percent

probably my #1 comfort series ever, i come back to this all the time. can i also mention while i’m here and very much spilling my guts that i admire your writing so much it’s not even funny anymore i swear. there’s something so honest about scene stealers i feel as if i’m genuinely experiencing what the reader is experiencing which is positively impeccable .. thank you so much ^^

favorite stayblr writers (randomly listed) — @myjisung , @bbujiikseu , @luvrhyune , @hyunverse , @byjeekies , @svngcore / @svngc0re , @ipegchangbin , @jeonqqin , @hwajin , @dumplinbokkieracha , @milkybonya , @hueningoo , @strayingawayy , @lix-ables , @starlostseungmin , @ppiri-bahng , @zoe8stay , @yrhome , @seungisms

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