#j-jun fic

[seawitch62]

Once Upon A Time

Jaejoong x OC

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away.

A kingdom sits in opulence, the inhabitants love their ruler.

They would not think twice in sacrificing themselves for his life or happiness.

Their devotion is absolute.

He in turn, is a fair and just monarch.

Lonely, lost souls find their way to his drawbridge. 

Once accepted they remain till their last breath leaves their body, as do their descendants.

Outside the castle walls they speak with caution of Kim Jaejoong.

They say if you enter his kingdom you never leave.

Mainly strangers avoid this land.

■

Collapsing due to exhaustion, Beth finds a secluded area on which to rest.

Sitting on a rock by a stream, she sobs, the invading force, killing her family. Her mother, her father and her two sisters.

She herself barely escaped, running for days on end, totally lost.

Cupping her hands into the stream she drinks till she quenches her thirst.

The horror of her memories bring a soft sob as tears trickle down her cheeks.

Looking for a safe spot to rest, she finds it, under a beautiful tree.

As she drifts into dreamland her thoughts are of death.

Beth awakens to a beautiful voice she looks to locate the source of such wonder.

It's as though the voice is everywhere and everything.

Haunting, creeping into your essence till you feel the need or hunger for it to consume you.

***Still unable

to even say farewell,

can our love end?

You just run away****

So beautiful so full of sorrow, so full of yearning. 

Tears flow, the melody and voice imprinted to your very core.

Wiping the tears away, search for food is warranted as hunger all Beth can think of now.

Walking along a beautiful path, fruit trees abound, grabbing some fruit to satisfy her hunger.

Sitting down enjoying her bounty, she is surprised by men on horseback.

Startled, she runs, 'they found me' she murmurs.

The horses hoofbeats  are so close, with one swoop strong arms sweep her onto the horse's saddle. 

Beth let's out a scream, one of pure terror, then she faints.

When she awakes women are fussing about her. Offering food and water, running a bath for her and clean clothes.

"We have to hurry Jaejoong is waiting"

"Jaejoong"

His very name  brings a smile to the attending  ladies.

When deemed presentable Beth is ushered to the doorway, following the ladies through a maze  of rooms and pathways.

Till they reach  the massive doorway, the doors decorated with dragons and gargoyles.

Beautiful craftsmanship.

Stunning.

The doors open.

The room is nothing like she has ever set on before.

Every indulgence one can think of is present, yet gothic in appearance.

A man sits on a throne, covered with a jeweled mask, on one shoulder rests an owl the other a raven, a snake slithers around his neck, a wolf sits by his feet.

Dressed all in black, no mistaking this is his right, his throne his kingdom.

Gentle hands push Beth to approach this man.

Her simple curtsy is rewarded with an elegant hand motioning her to rise. 

"You are safe now Beth, none will hurt you again" Jaejoong predicts. 

With that statement Beth is accepted to the kingdom.

The attending ladies smile, taking her by hand to the table to sit.

Food and drink is offered to those in need. Jaejoong's generosity is known throughout his empire.

Jaejoong stands, removing his mask. 

Beth gasps he is the most handsome man she has ever seen.

The gods blessed him at birth, she tells herself. 

The banquet hall falls into silence.

Jaejoong begins to sing. 

'Its the voice'

Totally enthralled.

The soulful ballads are mesmerizing

You never want to not hear his beautiful voice.

The magic vocals have the power to draw you, till you never want to leave.

#jaejoong fanfic #jyj fanfics #jyj fanfic #kim Jaejoong fanfic #Jaejoong au #Jaejoong fluff #dbsk fanfiic #jyj jaejoong #dbsk jaejoong #kim jaejoong fanfic #kim jaejoong #j-jun fic #j-jun scenario #j-jun imagines #jaejoong fanfics #jaejoong x oc #jyj x oc #dbsk x oc

[wooahaes]

ppl don’t write enough fluff for jun which is sad bc he’s such a warm n loving person. guess i’ll do it myself-

#wooahaes.txt #i cant announce a jun fic in a normal way /j #(no but honestly... i think this has a lot of warm vibes) #(i can post a spoiler if anyone is interested haha) #(it'll just be a small snippit)

[toxicanonymity]

raider masterlist

dark!Joel x f!reader | updated: April 11, 2024: tired

moodboard by @milla-frenchy 🖤 a rb will not stay up-to-date.

SUMMARY: He's a bad guy, and you're his good girl. Joel saves you from bad men, but claims you for himself. His tough guy persona starts to crack, but he gets even more possessive. You're his world, and he'll do anything to keep you. Emotional slow burn. WARNINGS: 18+ canon-typical violence, noncon via implicit threat, evolving to enthusiastic dubious consent (stockholm syndrome), depraved use of praise and pet names (sweet pea, baby), unsafe P in V, exhibitionism, extreme possessiveness, dark fluff (🖤), angst, and more. NO USE of Y/N, No physical description of reader.

Spotify: raider, sweet pea (smut) Optional reference: trailer floor plan

Raider: (Mar 24, 2023) - He "saves" you, then has his way with you but is kinda sweet about it. Joel POV (Oct 3, 1k)

main fic

Note, non-bold links in this section were written out of order and may contain spoilers or references to future events. their placement in this list is based on

Failed Rescue (Apr 8 - 1.9k) Your bf tries to save you. Joel makes him watch then keeps you.

Stash House (Apr 11 - 850)- Joel takes you to the stash house and shows everyone you're his. Wash Bin 🖤 (Aug 27, 1k) Shooting Practice Drabble(Jul 28, 1.6k)

Failed Escape (Apr 23, 4k)- Joel saves you from FEDRA, bathes you, amd edges you.

J. Miller (May 19, 2k) - Joel labels you with his switchblade and claims all your holes. dark.

Home (May 29, 1.3k) - Joel makes dinner at home, cleans your chest, and tucks you in. 🖤

Company (Jun 9, 2.2k) - Joel brings home a girl to distract his men. dark. Extra Scene - angst.

Close (Jul 3, 2.7k) - close call with other raiders. You-almost-died sex, and later, tender sex 🖤

Gun Hug (Jul 31, 3.7k) - Joel traps 2 bad guys with some help and kills them while you. . .🖤 If you want him (1.5k) - he holds out to see🖤

Night Air (Aug 30, 3.5k) - Joel is brutal with a bad guy and his POV reveals some feelings. 🖤 Bonus blurb, wakeup pwp drabble

Hunger (Sep 29, 7k) - Joel takes you on a trek, comforts you, kills a guy, and gives you head. 🖤 He's only human (1.1k) - 👱‍♂️Carter POV, overlaps w/ hunger.

Bodies (Dec 3, 7.8k) - Strangers show up and cause a shitstorm, but Joel takes a big step. 🖤 Raider POV

No cliffhangers if you read through Bodies.

more smut, dark fluff, etc ⬇️

drabbles, imagines, hypotheticals

🔥 explicit smut

Trying to use him (800) (riding) 🔥

House meeting drabble 🖤

You get sick at night drabble 🖤

He goes down on you (oral f) 🔥

sweet pea by herself

Apple picking 🖤

If you touched his scar

if men had hurt you in the past

if you got your period 🖤

magazine and makeup 🖤

yoga pwp drabble piv 1k 🔥

boots drabble (oral f receiving) 🔥

graveyard blurb (spice)

if you bit his arm drabble (p in v) 🔥

If you snapped (emotional spice) 🖤

face sitting on sofa 🔥

If you sketched Joel and Jack

being bad, looking good (2.8k, smut) 🔥

Van ride drabble (800) 🖤

sleeping beast (<1k), PWP 🔥

If Joel was sick 🖤

If you were annoying

cutting his hair 🖤

waking up on top 🔥

✨tired 🖤

if you can handle it, there's non-canon carter smut 👱‍♂️

Note: not all content is linked here. Asks can lead to lore and previews or hints of future plot points, etc.

Headcanons (not written like fic)

If another man has his way (Q&A)

dacryphilia - evolved update (Q&A)

if you had scars or tattoos (Q&A)

👱‍♂️raider carter Qs, face claim (Q&A)

Analysis (#raider!analysis)

why does he keep her

why did he snap (in Company extra scene)

his eye contact

his affection / feelings, trajectory 🖤

falling for sweet pea

his self hate and her feelings

the dog and joel's concern for you

✨awareness of growth / why keep her

Raider Tommy

Birds of prey (2.6k)

Art, etc.

Mattress by esquire magazine

Stitches by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

collage by @milla-frenchy

lose control edit by @survivingandenduring

🌸 sweet pea mood boards by various

6 month collage by milla-frenchy

6 month cake by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

🌸 sweet pea cosplay from night air

👱‍♂️carter mood board by @romana-after-dark

pts. 1-3 rb mood boards by @iamasaddie

night air gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

raider/sweet pea collage by milla

sweet pea's pup by @dark-scape

want it that bad gif by @dark-scape

Bodies gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

👱‍♂️carter mood board by milla-frenchy

Then and now drawing by @romana-after-dark

Raider/sweet pea drawings by @lumoverheaven

our stars moodboard by milla

raiding edits by gasolinerainbowpuddles

under the anger by iamasaddie

✨🎥 Trailer (video) by @carminepoison

✨ birthday sketch by @lumoverheaven

If I've left yours off please lmk I prob tagged improperly

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[yeondollie]

ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ♡ 𝜗𝜚

. . paring ; toxic! yeonjun x fem! reader

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, fighting, drabble, explicit language, crying, degration, junnie is mean, kinda? fluff, apologizing, good ending, nicknames (baby, pretty girl, princess), i thinkkk that it :D !

a/n ; hiiii guys !! i missed you so so much im so sorry for the sudden break . . i had a lot going on n stuff but i'm feeling better and back to writing fics :> ! i was listening to it almost worked-tv girl this morning and omgg i love tv girl smm but i needed to make a fic about something like this soo enjoy ᥫ᭡

“why the fuck are you so dramatic?” yeonjun scoffed, looking up at you as he sat on the couch. you two had been fighting for what seemed like forever but in reality, it had been on and off for about a week. yeonjun was pisses, livid even because of the way you’ve been acting.

you had blown up his phone, went on a drive at three in the morning, and even blew up his friends phone because after another argument about god knows what he had left. he left without saying anything and to you that meant possibly another woman.

as he stared up at you in anger, you suddenly started to feel bad. maybe you had took it too far this time, maybe you needed to have some trust in him. “jun.. i was just worried. thats all..” you say, in a quiet and gentle voice.

you were never one to get anger or yell or even cuss; he was the complete opposite of you. “_____ i dont give a fuck! you’re so clingy it’s disgusting..” his face made it clear, he wasn’t lying. he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

it was coming out again. not word vomit, not even actual vomit but just pure tears. they started dwelling in your eyes and suddenly your vision went blurry. “y-yeonjun..” he noticed your shaky voice, shaky hands, and most importantly- glassy eyes.

his heart started to crack and he realized just what he had said to you. his mind went blank and all he could do was slowly wrap his arms around you. when you called him ‘yeonjun’ rather than ‘jun’ or ‘jjunnie’ his heart stopped.

“i-i didn’t mean to.. u-upset you yeonjun. i was j-just worried.” while not hugging him back, you just stood there- limp. he desperately held onto you. this was the first time that either two of you have had any type of physical contact in weeks.

his words started to sink in. no not into you but into him. had he really said that to you? his hands were all over you. caressing your face, hugging you, even planting kisses all over your pretty face. “i-i didn’t mean any of that princess.. i-i where are you going?”

before you could reply to him, you walked your way to your bedroom. locking the door before you slumped on your bed and started crying into the pillows. you could hear loud banging on the door accompanied by a few “im sorrys” from time to time.

eventually, you fell asleep. all the crying did really tire you out and you just wanted to forget about the situation at the moment. it was now 7:38pm and it was silent. silent outside, completely dark, and yet you could see your phone light up, over and over again.

jjun !!

im sorry baby i didn’t mean any of it i miss you please im sososo sorry pretty girl r u sleeping? sorry i love you so much

you

im awake now come in my room plz i miss u more baby

you slowly hear the door crack open and your boyfriend walks in, his glassy eyes staining his originally cold ones. “_____ i.. please im sorry i didn’t mean to hurt my b-baby..” he carefully sits in your bed, placing a hand on your head and comforting you.

safe to say it worked, it always did. here was the thing, it was always a cycle with yeonjun. there was no “time apart” or even a break of some sorts. he always convinced you to stay or hear him out. and you did just that, time and time again.

“i-its okay jun.. come here please.” you sniffle and he enters the covers and wraps his arms around you. he was so warm, so comforting it almost made you forget what he made you feel like when you weren’t in his arms. the next hour and a half consisted of his corny compliments to get you back where he needed you.

“you’re so pretty princess, you know that?” he whispers in your ear, planting kisses all over your face. he was trying to butter you but god it was working. you could feel the butterflies in your stomach and the heat rising up to your face. “junnie..” you cover your face in embarrassment.

yet he removes your hands and starts smiling at your flustered face. he cant help it. you look so cute, so gorgeous, so beautiful he couldnt help but continue to stare and smile at you. “its true.. but im really sorry i didn’t mean any of that. i..i really wanna make us work pretty girl.”

god just that nickname got you latching onto him for dear life like he was gonna run away from you. he wanted to make it work. just for you guys? your heart was touched yet a part of you doubted every word that came out of his mouth. but maybe this time he’d be different.

“i know jun.. me too. i want you. i want you more than anything.” you smile, feeling content for the time being.

a/n ; i know i’ve been gone for FOREVER and im so so so so so sorry ! school was stressing me but im on spring break heheheh :0 so expect more fics! (i hope)

#txt fanfic #txt x reader #txt #txt scenarios #tubatu #yeondolliesworks #tomorrow x together #txt angst #yeonjun #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #yeonjun angst #yeonjun x reader

[sook9i]

— I SAID LOOK

. . . GENRE ! yeonjun x afab!reader | smut

. . . CONTAINS ! dom!yj, sub!reader, implied edging, fingering, mirror sex, choking, yj kinda rough, some marking (tried to keep readers skin color ambiguous as possible tho is it described that red from bite marks can be seen), finger sucking 😞, reader naked while jun is still semi-clothed, reader is a little…dazed, pet names (yeonjun called junnie; reader called baby, darling, handsome, pretty, & cute), i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything !

. . . WORD COUNT ! 772

. . . NOTES ! I hope you enjoy our first fic !! yeonjun posted that fucking photo and i lost all coherent thought 😵‍💫

. . . ADMIN ! written by fairy cal 🐱

“Come on, baby.” The voice is silky, devilish, right up behind your ear. “Look at me.”

Your head is filled to the brink with fog. All senses dulled and yet turned up to one hundred. The firm feeling of his thighs spread out beneath yours is driving you crazy. Yet the sound of his command swims in and out of your ears, never sticking. Your only response is to let out a high-pitched whine as you struggle to grind your hips back into his.

The movement is quickly brought to end as he delivers a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh, drawing out a gasp.

“No, darling,” His hand travels up your thigh and over your hips and stomach, fingers fleeting on your bare sternum, until a strong grip takes hold of your chin. “I said look.”

Your head is yanked away from his comforting shoulder, forced forward straight at the mirror. Yeonjun’s half-lidded eyes meet yours in the reflection. His black tresses dangle down into his sight-light, drawing more attention to the sly smirk hanging on his lips.

Oh how proud he is of himself to have you like this.

Focusing on yourself in the full-length, you see just how much damage he’s already done. Your neck is littered in red, unlikely to disappear for the next couple of days; Your thighs draped wide on top of his reveal the leaking wet in between them. He has you completely naked, while only his top remains bare. Looking into your eyes, the gaze is far away and you let out another soft whine. His other hand, draped upon your lap, inches ever closer to where you need him most. Still, he continues to refuse you.

He’d been so tired coming back into the hotel room. Shoulders sagging, eyes heavy, you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. Thinking maybe a massage or running him a bath perhaps. Three ruined orgasms later, you can barely think beyond how desperate you are for his touch.

“Aren’t you so handsome? Look at how pretty I’ve made my baby.” Suddenly so much more energetic the moment he had you in his lap, quickly submitting to every touch.

Two long fingers poke at your lips, signaling you to open them. You gladly do, letting the rough pads run across your tongue, pushing down the back of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. The gag reflex pushes back up your throat, you swallow it as it’s replaced with a whiny moan.

He pulls the fingers away and you quickly peel your eyes back open, watching dazedly as he trails them down to your clit. Keeping with a soft touch, he begins circling the nub, barely pressing down. He moves at a torturous pace. A mewl breaks out of your lips, squeaky and needy. The deep vibrations of his chuckle shake against your back. Every movement of his bare skin against you drives you deeper into a haze. The two fingers dip further down, spreading slick up and down your folds, toying at your wanting entrance.

“J-Junnie, please! Please, I’ll be so so good for you! Promise-Just please give me anything, please!” Your voice hikes up, feeling tears begin to bubble up in your eyes. Need taking over, your hips buck against his hold, trying for any sort of relief you can get.

“God,” Fingernails dig into your sides as he stops your movements. “You’re so fucking cute.”

In a moment his lips swallow up yours. Eating up every delicious moan that spills out once he finally pushes his fingers into you. The pace he sets is fast revealing a need comparable to yours. Two fingers stretch out your walls again and again with a slight sting, yet you still want more. Yeonjun seems to think the same as he soon adds in another. That draws out a moan which he lets ring out, pulling away from your lips and back down to your neck. There his teeth scrape on the red skin. Pain fogs up your senses until it leaks into aphrodisiacal pleasure. Bombarded with so many sensations when he places his thumb back to roll circles around your clit; your head lolls back onto his shoulder and your eyes screw shut. The sounds you release grow higher and louder with every second past. Your high creeps up closer and closer, so close to finally getting there.

Yeonjun’s free hand soon finds purchase tight around your neck; grip harsh when he squeezes and forces your head back up. “I told you to look, baby. Watch how I ruin you.”

#tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt smut #txt x reader #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun #dom!yeonjun #dom!txt #sub!reader #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #cw choking #cw smut #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun smut #x reader smut #txt fanfic #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun fanfic #txt yeonjun x reader #18+ fanfic

[cherrycheolcoups]

seventeen fic recs - vampire au [hyung line]

started: 05/15/23

updated: ---

doing these by aus first lol. link to my overall fic recs masterlist here: unavailable for now. working on posting the masterlist

BY MEMBER:

choi seungcheol:

me and my husband by @berriesandjunnie

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x afab!reader | synopsis: even after marriage, your husband has peculiar habits that catch you off guard | genre & tags: fluff, vampire!seungcheol, human!reader, established relationship, just some funny soft vampire x human, short fluff!!, some blood mentions | word count: 1.2k

vampire boyfriend by @serenityseventeen

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x human!reader | warnings: just typical vampire related things like blood etc. | in form of a bulleted list with pros and cons at the end

indulgence by @sluttywonwoo

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x human!reader | summary: dating a vampire gets...complicated when you're on your period | warnings: swearing, menstruation, blood, smut 18+, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, period sex, blood drinking BUT NOT THAT BLOOD | word count: 4k | honestly my fav vampire!cheol fic HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!

take a bite by @junkissed

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x human!reader (she/her pronouns) | genre: fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort, humor | word count ~1,500 | warnings: mentions of blood (reader's), sulky pouty cheol but he turns into softie happy cheol, an ounce of angst, an annoying little kid (/j he's cute), the kid thinks reader is cheol's wife and uses she/her pronouns

yoon jeonghan:

3:57 am by @gguksgalaxy

pairing: hunter!jeonghan x vampire!reader | word count: 1k | warnings: suggestive, vampires (so blood), swearing

no rest for the wicked by @berriesandjunnie

pairing: vampire!jeonghan x human!reader | synopsis: witnessing something you wasn't supposed to leaves you with an unusual stalker | genre & tags: fluff, vampire!jeonghan, human!reader, a little yandere vibes not gonna lie, fortunate turn of events, blood mentions, murder mention

burning by @kofic

pairing: vampire!jeonghan x artist!reader | genre: romance, angst, smut, elements of mystery, art au, artist reader, art collector-dealer vamp!jeonghan | warnings: 18+ mature themes, explicit language, cursing, mentions of blood (if not comfortable do not engage), mutual pining, mentions of self harm, convo about mental health insecurities, smut, fingering, oral f!receiving, hair pulling (both equally), pussy spanking (two times), edging!, unprotected, cumshot, jeonghan controls the pace, blood licking/sucking, anyway, as i said this work deals with a darker theme and so i promise to do my best in using soothing language too, though blood! u've been warned, i don't wish to go & say this possess elements of horror just bc im not entirely sure if it does | word count: 18k; slowburn

hong jisoo:

svt joshua: 82 by @craby-bouquet

pairing: vampire!joshua x human!reader | genre: fluff, vampire au | word count: 1k | summary: 82 "so you're telling me that you've never had a romcom moment? well i'm going to make that my personal mission to make sure you're going to have at least one tonight"

[ngl couldn't really find more, sorry!]

wen junhui:

vampire kisses by @horanghaejamjam

pairing: vampire lord!junhui x human!female reader | summary: he is the head of the wen family, the highest ranking family of vampires in the country. you are a mere human sold to them for the purpose of being his mate and bride. jun is determined to win your heart before you wed, and perhaps a few playful kisses are the key to doing that. | rating: m 18+ | genre: vampire au, slight rivals to lovers, smut, fluff | word count: 16.3k | warnings/contents: smut, blood and blood drinking, biting, jun being super flirty and teasing, arranged marriage, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, body worship, oral (male receiving), praise, soft bondage (jun ties/blindfolds reader with silk), fingering, talks about impregnation. mostly just very fluffy and soft with jun being whipped for reader

the first circle of hell by @lovelyhan

pairing: vampire!jun x stylist!reader | summary: the first time you catch a glimpse of jun, you feel like you've seen him somewhere before. a magazine cover, a billboard, or a music show you watched in passing. jun, on the other hand, seems to know you a lot better than you know yourself. | word count: 6.3k | tags: vampire!jun, stylist!reader, reincarnation, angst, smut | warnings: graphic depictions of sex, minors dni

bite me by @berriesandjunnie

pairing: vampire!junhui x afab!reader | synopsis: you're not sure how vampires work in real life but you can't risk leaving him behind. | genre & tags: fluff, slight angst, vampire!junhui, human!reader, mentions of dying, slightly suggestive scene (at least hints to one; minors you're safe), vampire consent, blood is mentioned 600 fricking times /j | word count: 2.0k

kwon soonyoung:

N/A

jeon wonwoo:

infinity by @blue-jisungs

pairing: vampire!wonwoo x human!reader | summary: by a rather unpleasant string of events you find out who...or what your boyfriend really is | warnings: swearing, blood, violence but nothing extreme, a pinch of angst if u will | au: vampire!wonwoo | word count: 4.7k

just a sip by @jejuboo-s

pairing: vampire!wonwoo x female reader | word count: 1.4k | genre: complete smut, nothing much else | summary: while shaving your legs up to your thighs in the shower, you accidentally wound yourself, blood spilling out of the small cut. in a hurry, you contemplate on going outside and asking wonwoo to help. but you really couldn't. why? because your boyfriend was a vampire

bloodlove: one more taste by @multi-kpop-fanfics

pairing: vampire boyfriend!wonwoo x human girlfriend!reader | genre: fluff, smut, minor comedy | warnings: period sex, oral sex (fem rec), consent bcs it's sexy, blood consumption, wonwoo goes into subspace, mentions of death (nobody dies, it's said as a joke), mentions of food, medication and period cramps - do not read if uncomfortable with such themes | word count: 2.7k | summary: for most people, there's nothing tastier than pizza - for wonwoo, it's you (and your pussy)

lee jihoon:

N/A

#cherrycheolcoups #seventeen fic recs #vampire au #choi seungcheol #s.coups #yoon jeonghan #hong jisoo #joshua #wen junhui #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #woozi

[xn3city]

And finally: the one I've been waiting for, the young man whose face leapt into my mind's eye when I read @romanceyourdemons's wonderful idea about SVSSS as an American nineties TV series and led me to draw all this, your blorbo and mine: Winter Mississippi, and the useless fake silver crucifix his adoptive mother gave him.

And yes, his cutie mark is an inverted cross. He's a demon!

Notes on the supporting cast:

Pablo Escobar was still kicking around in the early nineties, and I knew I wanted the Heavenly Demons to be narcos, in conflict with the USA armed force cultivators. Huan Hua Palace's shady vibe works especially well with the CIA.

"Old Palace Master" is actually a great spy handler codename, but I was not about to give a black character a boss called "Master." I mean, you could do it in a fic. I can think of three authors just off the top of my head who I would trust to sensitively explore the hideous resonance that would give to the way Su Xiyan was abused and exploited by the OPM. But I'm not a good writer with a lot of prose to work with, I'm just a mid artist with one panel and most of it is taken up by a horny joke. I just said no.

My favorite joke in this whole thing is that the Heavenly Demons are named Jesus and Lover-of-God.

Tried to capture that devoted gege-spitting wet cat dynamic between YQY and the Original Goods.

Shen Yuan pre-novel is such a cipher. I understand that the general consensus is that he died at about around 20, but…that's not the impression I got when I read SVSSS, actually. I get it now, but when he says something about not having gotten laid for twenty years: to be honest, I read that, and assumed he was, you know, 35 minimum, and having the mother of all dry spells.

And I think it makes the story better. A twenty year old wasting his time in his mom's basement reading crap webnovels and yelling on the forums: that's just a kid having a less than maximally productive gap year! He might well have had a stellar career of his own in real life eventually! It's not super surprising that he blossomed on Qing Jing Peak! But a thirty-five year old incel NEET angrily posting in that basement….that's a man who has had something go wrong in his life. I'm not saying you can't turn it around at thirty-five, you absolutely can, but I tell you: it's harder. Something is wrong, mentally or physically or both, and in a way that leaves a mark. Fifteen years are gone. Opportunites have passed that will not return. For that guy to be handed the responsibility of Shen Qingqiu's life, and do such a goddamn virtuoso job of turning it around: that is some bestselling-loveseat-level portrayal of how a different context could pull radically different capabilities out of a person. That makes SVSSS just as much about how the PIDW!world transformed Shen Yuan, and for the better, as it is about how Shen Yuan transformed Luo Binghe and his world. And that's a better story.

It does make the relationship age gap more disturbing - but if you weren't here for disturbing relationships, what are you doing reading SVSSS?

The cell phones are of course terribly anachronistic, but here's the thing - there is no equivalent, and there's no story without it. There is no Peerless Cucumber yelling at the frustrated PIDW author for hacking out the 6000th boring papapa scene, without creators being financially dependent on direct contact and support from their fans in a way that just didn't exist in the nineties. I remember how novel and exciting it was that J. Michael Straczynski hung out on rec.arts.sf.tv.babylon5; he absolutely did not have to. Eventually I decided that The Demon Heart of Winter Mississippi was, somehow, a nineties TV show about the 2010s, and everyone could have their phones. You know Minnie Liu is writing RPF on hers.

In case any of these weren't clear:

Demon Heart = Xin Mo Winter Mississippi = Luo Binghe (from @romanceyourdemons) "Don" Teófilo Lanza = Tianlang-Jun Chucho Lanza = Zhuzhi-Lang Sue Sheehan = Su Xiyan Codename: OPM = Old Palace Master Saul Czerniak = Shang Qinghua Wally Shen = Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu Julius Shen = Shen Jiu/Shen Qingqiu Adam Montague = Yue Qingyuan Helmut von Nordwüste = Mobei-Jun (from @romanceyourdemons) Shelley Howe = Sha Hualing Minnie Liu = Liu Mingyan Max Liu = Liu Qingge Néné Young = Ning Yingying Michael Ventola = Ming Fan

Fun game: guess whose likenesses I used for reference for all these characters!

#svsss #svsss fanart #sort of #scum villain's self saving system #the demon heart of winter mississippi #artbythree

[wonjns]

fashionably — w.jh drabble

♡ wen junhui x male reader // suggestive

model jun leaning all of his body weight on you as he craned his neck downward to encase your chest in an assault of sensual kisses, thanks to the loosened buttons he wasted no time in popping open. his nose rubbing teasingly across your exposed clavicle before his tongue continues working magic on your nipples — drawing a hushed whine from you.

you, utterly confused as to how you once again found yourself in this situation; jun shamelessly claiming you as if you weren’t in a hardly-secluded hallway of the seoul fashion week gathering. you both sported pieces from the same designer this entire week, naturally causing you to be his plus one throughout the plethora of high society showcasing events. yet, regardless of how opulent and profiled these events were, you would consistently end up being dragged off somewhere by the taller male who just couldn’t keep his hands off you.

you tried your best to refute his efforts for the sake of professionalism, but resisting his charms only proved futile each time. especially now, with his long frame towering over you, his broad shoulders trapping you in as your fingers curled into his beautifully platinum dyed locs.

your mind spun as you tried to stay as quiet as possible when his muscular thigh pressed against your erection, jun taking his turn to moan into your skin as you bucked your hips against him. you were desperately hoping that no one could hear you, but it seemed jun couldn’t care less.

“mmph, need to taste you. please..” jun mumbled, slipping his tongue in your mouth before you could interject.

you both hummed as the remnants of the light champagne you were both nursing danced along each of your soft lips. you couldn’t help but melt into him as he hungrily swallowed you whole, your hands sneaking under his own unbuttoned silk shirt to feel along his toned chest. god, he was built too perfect. jun took his time in exploring your mouth, as if he hadn’t already memorized its layout from the first handful of sneaky sessions this week.

the blonde brought a hand to cradle the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him (if it were possible) as the other one teasingly palmed your bulge over your designer slacks. his palm moved against you at the same rhythmic pace as the violins being played in the main hall just around the corner. you broke the kiss to moan again, leaning your head back against the wall. your gaze shot down to the sight of his large hand working you, and the way his legs filled out his own slacks made you secretly praise the designer for constructing them to fit so tight.

“j-jun, we have to be quie- aah..” you interrupted your own whispers with a whimper as jun shifted both hands to grab hold of your ass, firmly grinding your length against his solid cock.

the friction made you speechless, and you fought to keep your eyes from rolling back when he licked your lips, sucking your bottom one between his teeth and gently biting down.

you held eye contact as jun leaned back to take you in, a small smirk being shot in your direction. he thought you looked so sexy like this, risking being caught in public all because of him. jun didn’t care when or where — he would abandon all decorum in a second just to see this view whenever he wanted.

                        © 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

a/n: sorry y’all, i know it’s not a real fic but i just get so feral seeing the pics from this event and want to pounce on him everytime 🫠 so i just had to bust this out rq. ok back to homework i go—

#🏷️flwr;drabbles #jun x male reader #kpop x male reader #seventeen x male reader #wen junhui #seventeen x reader #jun x reader #kpop lgbtq #seventeen smut #seventeen suggestive #kpop smut #kpop suggestive #svt hard thoughts #jun smut #kpop imagines

[qqtxt]

[🌸] i know i love you w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / exes-to-lovers(ish) ✿ disclaimer: possibly toxic behaviours / the boys are depicted to be in a one-sided love but the reader still reciprocates their love in secret / curse words (none with ill intention!) ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,314 words ✿ in which they show you they still love you, even when they know they shouldn’t… ✿: 🎧 0X1=LOVESONG by txt [masterlist 🌸] / other members are below the cut! / @kflixnet​​ ✨

things ended... messy, to say the least. emotions were running high, stress was constantly on and pressure was never a good friend that made everything combust; leaving both ends burning and crumbling to meet at the centre. a break. not a clean one, but it’s a break nonetheless. 

it was the grey area of uncertainty, of not knowing if you two would ever be together again or if this was the end. a part of you knows you’ll always love him–whether it’s in secret or out in the open–and you can’t ever deny that. him, on the other hand, is more adamant to showing you that your love still burned brightly, strongly, unwavering in the time you two were apart.

[🐰] soobin once a week, flowers would show up unannounced. be it at your home, at your work, at the places you least expect them... the blossoms of hidden messages would be there depending on the week and it happens so frequent that you don’t question who it’s from anymore. orchids of i miss you, tulips of deep and unconventional love... lily of the valley in hopes of patching up the relationship that has gone sour, that once tasted so sweet.

it’s a new day to a new week. you hear the doorbell ringing and a soft mutter of a delivery under your name. while you’re hoping it’s that kitchen appliance you’ve ordered, you’re surprised with the blossoms of petunia. upon thanking the delivery guy, you’re standing at the doorway with the bouquet in your hands, the letter poking out for you to recognise the handwriting that makes your heart twist but soon after, the warmth that spreads for the first time in a long time is what makes you crack a smile.

‘here’s to our healing. to you. to me. to us. still thinking about you everyday. yours, c.s.b.’

soobin watches, a distance away in silence. it pains him that he knows he doesn’t deserve to be here, to see you at a vulnerable state but it’s all he’s willing to give himself as he watches you hold the flowers he’s picked for you. how desperate he wants to be the flowers you hold so tenderly in your hands but he knows he deserves this... dull, throbbing ache that probes at his chest. yet today, for the first time in a long time, he smiles with the tears in his eyes and quietly leaves to think about the next bouquet of flowers he’d send next week.

tl;dr: soobin respects your space and doesn’t exactly show up in person (also because his heart can’t take it) but uses other means to show you he still loves you. flowers. he finds that being able to speak with you through written word and the blossoms and... quietly watching your reaction to the flowers is enough to reassure him that you still love him; just that you two needed time, for now.

[🦊] yeonjun “i know,” he murmurs, softly, broken. he swallows thickly, peering up to you in a way that you can’t close the door on him even if you wanted to. “i just–i really, really needed to see you...”

he knows this is wrong. he knows that you deserve your space, your privacy, the time apart of what grants this to be a break in the first place but... he can’t. he wants to honour his words of being able to allow you to reflect in peace but he can’t. yeonjun misses you too much to pull through despite doing well the past few weeks and at the times when he’s the weakest, he finds himself red eyed from crying, puffy eyes steering him away from his path back to his dorm and straight to–”j-jun...”

yeonjun hates that look on your face. pity. pain. the way you still silently love him but can’t openly show it because you’re hurting, too. then he hates how you hug yourself when he wants to be the one you wrap your arms around. on top of the many things he hates about you, he can’t ever hate you.

“that’s what you said two weeks ago.”

his eyes snap shut, a couple of pathetic tears falls from his eyes to his tear-stained cheeks as he nods, “i know.”

he tries his hardest not to crush you when you step out to pull him into your embrace. it’s the same thing you did the last time he was here and he’ll take all he can get. his arms feebly wrap around you before he steers you to his chest, keeping you there, feeling your heartbeat thump just as loud as his but never louder than the silent cries that echo in the quiet corridors. the embrace was much longer than last time but never ever long enough to satiate him.

he reluctantly lets you go when you bid him goodnight and tell him to take care of himself. he knows you know the love you two have is still there; gently wavering in the sea of unknown and that one day, it’ll resurface. not today, not now, but one day. yeonjun watches as you close the door on him and succumbs to walking back alone that night; yet, his heart feeling a bit lighter than the last time he was here.

tl;dr: yeonjun does well in the beginning to give you your space but after a week, two weeks, three... he’ll start to crumble and show up at your place even if he knows he shouldn’t. it might sound like he has an ulterior motive but he just wants to see you. even if you don’t say anything or hold him, all he wants is to be able to see you face to face, to get his dose of your presence before leaving again. he won’t push you to reconcile with him if you weren’t ready and he’ll respect your wishes if you truly didn’t want to see him but when you don’t, he’ll take it as a hint to keep showing up until you two were ready to fall back in love again.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu knows he’s not being fair to you but... he... honestly... he couldn’t stop himself. it’s on impulse for him to buy the tickets before he can stop himself and he only realises what he’s done when he sees the e-ticket on his phone. it’s a movie you’ve been fawning over since the trailer came out and he has a feeling you wouldn’t want to go so he just...

that’s how you two end up meeting for the first time in weeks since you two said you’d go on a break. a bunch of rules were made up; keeping each other’s distances, respecting spaces, trying to keep it civil but there’s only so so much that beomgyu can take.

in the thick of the movie being displayed on the large projecting screen, beomgyu’s instincts get the best of him. you jolt a little but you remain unmoving when you feel a head on your shoulder. then, the light brushing of his hand that lingers over the back of yours. it pains you but it... soothes you, at the same time. the only reason why this break existed in the first place was to give you two clarity, to give a moment apart before you’d come back to talk things out and work on it together.

that would come inevitably. you two know it. feel it. in your veins and in your hearts that you two loved–still–love each other. it’ll come soon. maybe in a week. next two weeks... it’ll come. but for now, beomgyu enjoys being able to have your presence; whatever little bit it is, he’ll take it. he doesn’t pay attention to the movie anymore. all his mind fixates on is the way you lean your cheek to the top of his head and allow for him to hold onto your hand. 

tl;dr: this sweetheart can’t stay away even if he wanted to, even if he tried really hard, he’ll crack once or twice before you to end up agreeing to meet up again. it’s only because he remembers something that you like, something you’d be interested in doing and he forgets for a split moment that you two were one a break. when he realises it, though, it’ll feel like it’s a sign from higher up, as if you two were meant to meet whether it’s “allowed” or not.

today, however, his favourite memory is in front of him ordering a drink he knows by heart. the way you say it is still the same, the contents of your order never changing. before you can pay, he manages to reach forward to the card reader. it grants him the look you give over your shoulder, gaping in surprise. he ignores the way you call his name, knowing very well he wouldn’t be able to hold his end of the bargain of this so-called “break” if he dwells in it.

[🐿] taehyun third time’s a charm... and it surprises taehyun even if he consciously decided to come down to a coffee shop you two frequented during your time together. although neither of you were currently in talking terms, deciding to go on a short break to allow each other to have this moment apart to clear your minds, taehyun still misses you. to satiate that feeling, he goes to the places that he’ll be able to somehow relive those memories.

he responds with a small nod and watches as you move to the side to wait for your drink. when it comes to his turn to pay for his drink, his body flinches when you manage to sneak in a payment. he has this look on his face as he watches you grin to a smile of success. with your drink in your hand that he’s paid for you, the way your eyes still shined bright, the way your lips curled up sets everything straight and in-place in his life.

like he can breathe again; for the first time in weeks.

it’s short-lived when he manages a soft thank you, watching as you nod before leaving the coffee shop... and it wasn’t the coffee taehyun was thanking you for.

tl;dr: probably one of the few who actually stays true to his promise of staying away during the break, knowing the break would benefit the two of you, anyway. when he realises how it’s helping the two of you, though, he’ll notice how much he terribly misses you. that resorts to him going to places you two went the most and in someway, somehow, he hopes to bump into you there to get his little dose of being able to see you.

[🐧] kai it’s been barely two weeks but kai... he couldn’t help himself. it was taunting him that he can memorise your number by heart and it’s on his screen along with your contact each time he dials it out but never presses. some unknown force today gets him to press the green button and it’s like he wants you to pick up before he has to tell you he called by “accident”.

it happens. he’s never quite prepared to hear your voice. the soft hello? that comes through shakes his bones as he holds his phone by his ear. his breath is trembling, more so when he hears you call his name–oh god, how long he’s missed that–he wants to hear it again, one more time, then maybe he’ll hang up but then you ask in a voice of worry that gets him to speak up. “k-kai, are you okay?”

“y-yeah,” he musters up frantically, clearing his throat, “i... i called by accident.” i was never a good liar.

“oh, i see. um... shall i stay on until we fall asleep?” i know, but i appreciate what you’re trying to do.

“if that’s okay?” it’s like you know without me saying anything.

“yeah, okay.” of course i do.

kai slept in peace for the first time in a while. a smile to his face, clutching onto the phone with the sounds of your breathing. no words being exchanged; just the comfort of knowing despite the distance, the time apart, not seeing each other... the love you two had still ran deep. special.

tl;dr: a similar approach to taehyun except he’s a bit more obvious about it. a mix between taehyun and beomgyu, really. he’ll try his best to stay away because that’s the point of the break but... it’ll break him and he forgets that he’s supposed to stay away, reaching out whenever it’s too difficult. he’s respectful, too, but in the moments he shows you how needy he can get is a reflection of how much he truly loves you.

#kflixnet #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt headcanons #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

[seangelfish]

A/N: This is a reupload from my old blog, but I have rewritten some things here and there so the story will flow better. Added more fluff into it too, hehe~ I love Jun sooo much. He's a sweetheart. A perfect lover if I say so myself. I hope to write more fics around him, it's what he deserves.

"Alright, I'll just pay for the bill."

Jun Sazanami x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,385

Plot/summary: Inspired by one of Jun’s idol stories! After a long day at work, you decide to grab a bite from the cafeteria. However, you didn't have money on you, but lo and behold, here comes your saviour...

“Thank you for your work today, (Y/N)!” exclaimed Hinata, jumping into your arms.

“Yes, thank you!” Yuta followed suit. “Have a good rest of your day!”

The twins had you in their grasp, jumping up and down.

“You two do know that you shouldn’t show affection like this to your producer, right?” you scolded, but at the same time, you just couldn’t help but hug them back.

“Hehe, sorry producer!” said Yuta.

“We will do it again!” cheered Hinata.

“You mean you won’t do it again,” you said with a sigh.

The twins bid you their farewells as they exited your office. Packing up your belongings, you were just glad that the day was coming to an end. You were dreaming of heading home and going to sleep, but before you did that, you decided to grab something to eat in the cafeteria. Your stomach had been grumbling for a while now.

You scanned the menu, wondering which meal you should order. Perhaps you should try something new or maybe it’s best to just go for the usual…

“Time for food!" Jun muttered to himself excitedly. "It's the only thing I expect during all these harsh trainings~ What should I have? ...Huh?"

Jun caught sight of you deep in thought, your thumb underneath your chin as you debated on whether to get a sandwich or a salad.

He began to approach you from behind, chuckling to himself.

Maybe I should get the salad… you thought. Should I get dessert too or—

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands clasp your shoulders and a voice that whispered, “Nice to see you here too.”

“AHH!” you screamed as you whipped around to face the prankster. “J-Jun?!”

“What are you getting?" he asked, laughing at your reaction. "Let's eat together."

Whilst the cashier took Jun's order, you rummaged in your bag, trying to find your wallet.

"Yeah, I'll just get it with a meal," said Jun. "Thanks."

However, it became increasingly clear that you didn't have your wallet with you. You turned to Jun who picked up his receipt. He didn't notice the sullen expression on your face until you tugged on his sleeve.

"Hmm? What is it?" he asked.

You didn't want to answer him with your words as you were ashamed of asking him directly to cover your costs. You thought of just going home to eat instead.

"Did you forget your wallet?"

Eyes locked with his, you slowly nodded your head.

He smirked. "Well... that's indeed a problem. I'm sorry to hear that..."

You looked away, lips pursed.

"It's okay," you said quietly. "I'll just go home—"

"You wanted a salad, right?" He turned to the cashier once again. "Hi, I'd like to order the salad too, please. Yeah, the one that comes with the meal. Oh, and..."

You watched him in astonishment and gratefulness. Due to the fact you were so embarrassed for even thinking of getting Jun to pay for your meal, some of the words he was uttering became muffled.

"Yes, thank you," he said, taking another receipt from the cashier. He stuffed it into his pocket. "So... alright, I'll just pay for the bill. You can pay me back later, okay?"

You looked at him with glassy eyes.

"H-Hey!" he exclaimed. "I was joking, alright? I won't just abandon you here...!"

You nodded.

Jun sighed, but he gave you a reassuring smile.

"It's fine. I'm only doing this for Cos Pro's beloved idol and producer," he said. "Come on, let's find a seat, okay?"

The two of you sat across from each other on one of the empty tables by the windows.

You stared at your food blankly. You felt so ashamed that you didn't have it in you to even take a small bite. Your eyes darted away from your food to Jun. He was looking outside at the amber sunset as he ate. Feeling your gaze on him, his eyes fell on you, resulting in you looking away.

“You don’t need to feel guilty about it, you know?” he said, pointing at your food. “Just eat.”

You hesitated for a moment. You slowly picked up your fork and began to eat. Jun noticed how quiet you were being and it concerned him.

"(Y/N), it's okay," he said softly. "You don't need to be embarrassed. You can pay me back whenever. And as I said before, I was only teasing. I wouldn't just leave you without food especially since you've been busy all day."

"I..." you began. "...Thank you, Jun. I really appreciate it."

He smiled with his cheek resting on his palm.

"Of course."

You looked a bit happier now. You were eating normally too. He was relieved, he liked it better when you were smiling. He really hoped you smiled like that often.

When you worked as a producer, you kept it professional. However, when you worked as an idol, the real you came out. You were so bubbly, jumpy too. Unfortunately, this personality of yours would seep through your producer activities sometimes, and you would end up annoying Eden for help on work. Jun, however, never minded that you would confide him on such matters. He would help you no matter what.

And today wasn't any different.

You looked up at him and he smiled wider. "How's work for you nowadays?" he questioned. "I hope Ibara isn't bothering you with too much work."

"He isn't, thankfully," you chuckled. "He's been trying to reduce my workload as a producer. He still wonders why I decided to become both an idol and producer, but... well... it's just something that I wanted to do."

You smiled at him.

"Plus... I get to be with Eden more~!"

He laughed at this, his hand automatically covering his mouth. For some reason, that sentence made him incredibly bashful.

"Well, that's good. We don't want you to be overworking yourself," he replied. Now noticing that you've finished your meal, he continued, "Anyway, how was the food?"

“It was good, thank you!” you exclaimed. “I promise to pay—"

But before you could finish your sentence, the cashier approached your table and placed down a plate of cake.

"Enjoy," they said, making their leave.

You looked at Jun in confusion, but he was just smiling at you.

"You wanted dessert, didn't you?"

You couldn't believe it. Jun had paid for your meal AND ordered you dessert? So, that's what he was asking the cashier for...

"I noticed how much you like your desserts here," he added. "So, I thought to buy you one. Don't worry, I won't charge extra."

"Jun, you're so nice!" you cried, already digging in. "Thank you so much! I promise to pay you back immediately!"

As you scooped up a piece of cake, Jun grabbed your hand and moved the spoon into his mouth.

"What? I paid for it," he teased.

Smiling, you scooped up another spoonful and tried feeding it to him in retaliation.

"What?" you teased back. "You paid for it."

But as you watched him shyly back away, his cheeks hinting a light shade of pink, you started blushing too.

"J-Just eat your cake, (Y/N)..."

Once you were finished, you helped Jun clean the table.

"You know what?" he said, pushing his chair back to its place. "I change my mind. It's my treat. Don't worry about paying me back."

"What?"

He walked over to you. With a napkin, he wiped off the frosting on your lips. You blushed at this action, but you didn't stop him from doing so. It felt nice being cared for like this.

"Buuut," he began. "You could pay me back another way... Hmm... let's hang out tomorrow... at the arcade. I'm free after five."

You grinned and nodded.

“Yes, let’s hang out!” you chirped.

He walked you to the bus stop. When your bus pulled up, you tiptoed to his height and kissed his cheek.

"(Y-Y/N)?"

"Thanks for today," you said, beaming. "I enjoyed being with you."

You skipped into the bus and seated yourself down. You waved at him from the window, and he returned the wave with ease.

You were looking forward to seeing him again tomorrow, but it seemed like he was more excited. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, thinking of you and the little kiss you gave him.

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[wooahaes]

under the sun [woozi]

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 9.3k~

warnings: food mention. jihoon being a little standoffish at first and cold to reader a few times. happy ending. also warning for song lyrics written in italics since music is a huge part of jihoon’s fic. also bare minimum proofreading rn, sorry!!

daisy’s notes: my man... i learned while writing this that he apparently is 5′5″ and not 5′4″ like i thought. when will the lies stop. man might be a half inch taller than me. im crying /j

summary: It all starts when you wake up in a field without a name or any memories to define yourself with. Thirteen men take you in as one of their own, and slowly you begin to wonder what is going on within this world... and between you and one of them.

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[also: i removed a few people from the taglist who hadn’t engaged with seokmin’s part. if you’d like to be added back (or added to the taglist in general), please send in an ask!]

Jihoon was someone who always took time to warm up to people. Everyone knew this (except for you, he thought, unless someone told you--he wouldn’t blame them if they did), Jihoon knew this, and he knew that there was likely little chance for him to budge easily on things like this. He was protective of the group, after all. Even when Chan came, a month before you did, Jihoon grew more used to him. He felt comfortable sharing his music (something Jihoon always held tight to his chest and only shared occasionally) with Chan, with Hansol who seemed to understand him on a different level than the others. Everyone respected his boundaries, and that did include you. He remembered the way you wanted to back out when he was singing to Seungkwan. Even though both he and Hansol were younger, he understood why they both (lightly) scolded him for putting things away when you were around. He knew that he was likely hurting you by being so... exclusive toward you. If he didn’t try to be kinder to you, then you’d grow to hate him. And then you’d leave, wouldn’t you? If you thought he (and anyone else) hated you?

Yet all of those thoughts went straight out the window when he saw you pick up one of his notebooks to move it aside--only panicking when you started to open it.

“Don’t touch that!” His voice was too sharp. The others had looked up--Jun, Soonyoung, and Wonwoo were all on cleaning duty alongside the two of you--to watch for a moment as you froze. Jihoon snatched the book from your grasp, taking a step back.

Jihoon could see the disappointment on Soonyoung’s face, and the concern on Jun’s. Unlike him and Wonwoo, neither of them were great at masking their emotions. And Jihoon realized that, protective as he is over his music, there was no clear way to say it kindly to you.

“I don’t trust you enough yet,” he said, holding his notebook closer to his chest. The words clearly stung, and he could see that. “My music’s personal to me.”

Yet despite the wavering light in your eyes and the way he swore he saw your lip tremble for a second, you forced a smile. “I’m sorry,” you took the tiniest step back. “I just wanted to make sure it was yours. I understand, though.”

Most likely, you were telling the truth. His music books were spiral-bound notebooks that were unlabeled. He would label them later just to be sure--but everyone else knew that these were his because he always kept them in that one spot. Jihoon heard Wonwoo call out your name, asking for you to come help him clean off one of the shelves. You hesitated for a moment before leaving Jihoon to stand there, notebook in his hands, and the broken pieces of a potential relationship shattered around him. 

You were hurt. Jihoon, as dramatic as he felt it was, felt like he’d never get on good terms with you--not fully. After the first time, there was that glimmer of hope because you had stayed. Mingyu said that you thought his voice was beautiful (and adding on a teasing “they think you’re beautiful, too,” that felt like a complete lie), that you appreciated his music.

Jihoon trusted you. Just... not enough. You claimed to understand, but did you? Should he really be so secretive when it’s just the fourteen of you against the world now? While Jihoon still had his boundaries, it felt like many of them had fallen a little, just enough to trust those he lived with. He would always trust some more than others (Seungcheol and Soonyoung, for one, because he respected their work ethic being on the same level as his own--it truly felt like they were leaders in a sense at times), but... he trusted people. He trusted you. He doubted you felt the same way.

Yet... At dinner that night, he watched you steal a glance at him. Most nights, Jun slid his own serving of white rice to Jihoon--knowing that he loved it. Yet, for some reason, he didn’t. It was rare for you to sit next to him, but Soonyoung wanted you there. He’d been making you laugh with some story Jihoon wasn’t really paying attention to (he was sure he heard it before), and when he turned away to respond to something Seokmin had said, you pushed your bowl over to Jihoon.

“You can have it,” you said in a quiet voice, just to keep it between the two of you. A week after you came, and you... already noticed little things like Jihoon’s love of white rice.

He gave you a cautious look. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Chan and I were snacking earlier. I’m not that hungry.” You pushed it a little closer to him. “I mean it. You can have it if you want it, Jihoon.”

He thanked you, voice gentler than you’d ever heard it (aside from the time he sang, you noticed--sometimes his singing voice was so pretty and soft...) as he accepted the bowl.

(Neither of you would notice the way Seungcheol had been watching, because Seungcheol always kept an eye on you. You were new, and Soonyoung had offhandedly mentioned Jihoon snapping at you. He had reason to worry about you feeling less comfortable.)

That night, Jihoon curled up back to back with Mingyu. You were warm and snug in Soonyoung’s arms, Chan curled up close on your other side--and Jihoon was fully aware of the sound of your breathing until he finally drifted off, like his mind wouldn’t let go of you as its topic of the day. He dreamed that night of a studio that felt like a second home, and he almost thought it cozier than the one had made with the others.

Almost.

The next three days were left with nothing. Jihoon spent day after day unable to write, no words coming to him as easily as they should be. Music was like second nature to him, like something he knew, and yet... He sat there, staring at his notebook day after day with nothing but a building frustration and half-written lyrics in front of him. What changed? He’d been fine before. Yet three days ago, something happened and it made whatever creative juices inside of him dry up completely. The attempt to play his guitar, to get things out that way, end in frustrated groans because no notes sound right together anymore. Even the songs he’d tried writing before sounded wrong despite the fact that Jihoon knew they were right.

It was frustrating. Impossible, even, to live like this. It made him fidget more, more irritable, more likely to snap a little at people when they teased him a little too much. Every moment is met with his quiet apology before he went to sit by himself, to try and figure out what was wrong.

That wasn’t to say Jihoon only worked on his music. He did chores, yes, but he would join in on games and cooking and exploring with the others whenever the time came. He just always found time to play the guitar before dinner, just to have some moments alone.

“Maybe a change in scenery will help,” Soonyoung said as he watched his friend thumb through pages again, as if trying another song would work. “You always work in here.”

Maybe it would.

Jihoon let himself be led by the hand out of the church and down to the river. Soonyoung had called back to Seokmin that they’d go exploring for a bit, maybe see if they can find some sort of inspiration somewhere (Jihoon doubted it, but Seokmin seemed happy enough that he was getting out again rather than staying cooped up).

“Did something change?” Soonyoung said, hands shoved into his pants pockets. “Maybe you’re having a bad week. You should take a break and focus on other things.”

“I can’t.” If he stopped working on his music, he’d drift a little too far from reclaiming himself. His music made him feel like he was getting closer. To what, exactly, he couldn’t be sure, but he was getting closer to something.

Soonyoung let out a sigh. “We know it’s important to you, but you’re important to us.”

Jihoon thought of you. He couldn’t be important to you, after all: you hadn’t been there long. He couldn’t be someone important to you. You weren’t someone important to him yet, either.

“You should rest if you need to,” Soonyoung said.

“Would you?”

Soonyoung said nothing, lips pressed together. He instead told him a minute later that he would be there for him if he needed him: that everyone would be there for him. Seokmin said the same after dinner before Jihoon went to try one more time to work on something, to write one lyric down. He turned down the offer to talk with a quiet thanks, saying he’d consider it if he needed it.

Then Seungcheol found him staring at his notebook, brows knit together in frustration, and Jihoon decided he felt safe.

“If I can’t find out who I am, I’m letting everyone else down.” He was careful not to grip the notebooks too tightly, but the paper buckled underneath his grip. “Everyone said the songs feel familiar, Cheol. Maybe this will help us remember.”

“No one’s going to be upset if you’re going through a creative block,” Seungcheol said. “We want you to be happy. If working on your music is stressing you out, maybe you should take a short break before you burn out.”

“I’m not going to burn out--” Jihoon almost snapped at him, only to take a deep breath. “I like working on this. It’s comforting.”

“When did it start?”

Jihoon stared down at the paper. When did it start, exact...? “A few days after Chan’s celebration,” he said. “I was able to write at first, it was just... harder. Then it just stopped.”

Seungcheol knew that you were lingering outside of the room, and he already felt an ache in his chest. Days after you arrived. He knew you’d made that connection, too, and he kept that held close to his chest.

“You’ve written a lot ever since you came here,” Seungcheol said instead. “You should rest soon.”

Jihoon promised he would, turning back to his work. Seungcheol sighed, leaving him alone, but stopping just a few steps away from the entryway. He spoke quietly enough, calling out your name.

He watched you step out from the entryway to the main room. “Cheol...”

“It isn’t your fault,” he told you outright. He made his way over, pulling you into his arms. “Okay? Don’t think for a minute that it is.”

He knew that it wouldn’t work. That you’d blame yourself even without his attempt to soothe you. Seungcheol pressed a kiss onto the top of your head instead, hoping that it’d remind you that you were loved.

“Just give him time,” Seungcheol said. “Okay? He’s just going through a creative block. It happens. Soonyoung struggles with choreography from time to time.”

You looked past Seungcheol, toward where Jihoon was likely still sitting inside and stewing in his frustration. “I know,” you said, and Seungcheol could practically see those gears turning.

“Let’s get ready for bed,” he said, turning you away. “Okay? Jihoon will be there soon. Let’s let him work.”

Yet he knew that you had already committed to it. If it was your fault, then you’d find new inspiration for Jihoon. Nothing could change your mind when you were set on helping him.

Jihoon went off by himself most days before dinner: you knew this as a fact. He wasn’t the only one with the tendency for alone time. Minghao would go off and meditate, Seungkwan took walks alone, Jeonghan hid away for an afternoon nap; even you liked a little peace for yourself. Living with thirteen people was stressful, after all. No one could blame anyone for finding a quiet place to sit and decompress before coming together again for dinner.

All of this to say, it took you a little time to find Jihoon. You found him curled up in one of the open spaces off of one corridor, walls painted in bright colors—everything entirely abstract. When you tried to find something in it, all you could see were vaguely sun-shaped blobs here and there. Jihoon sat with his back against the wall, staring intensely at his notebook. Some days you’d see him with the others, but you were a little thankful that he was alone. It made approaching him a little easier.

“Jihoon?”

He jolted at the sound of your voice, pencil dropping into his lap from where he’d been spinning it with his fingers. He waved you off the moment you went to apologize. “Mouse.” He paused, looking up at you. “Did Cheol need something?”

There was an unwelcome edge to his voice and it made you falter. You shook your head. “I was just looking for you.”

“Sorry,” he pulled his notebook closer to his lap. “I was trying to concentrate. So I hid out here.”

You frowned, toying with your sleeve nervously. “Did you write something?”

“No.”

The blunt tone nearly made you wince. He didn’t want you there, you were almost positive. “Oh.” You crouched down. “Maybe we could go for a walk together—”

“I’m fine.” He paused, staring at your face for a moment. “Thank you,” he tacked on a second later, as if it’d soften the blow.

Truthfully, it didn’t. You stood up. “Okay,” you said, taking a step back. “I get it. Sorry for bothering you, Jihoon.”

Then you turned, setting off to go find Chan. hHe’d cheer you up without question if you asked him to. You made your way into the main room, finding him sitting with Soonyoung.

You didn’t notice the way Seungcheol had watched you, already knowing what happened. He always thought you wore your emotions plain as day, masked only slightly by a smile that wouldn’t reach your eyes no matter how hard you tried. It was his job to keep things harmonious, and he frowned as he watched you approach Chan. You asked something about a walk, Chan gave you an apologetic look before admitting he was tired from cleaning with the others, and you waved him off before he could get up. You’d just take your walk alone instead.

Seungcheol debated going after you. He instead waited a moment, watching back at the hallway you emerged from. Sure enough, Jihoon came to the entrance, looking around. He stopped, looking over at where Chan was sitting, furrowing his brows.

He was looking for you in a crowded room of men waiting for dinner to get finished. Seungcheol glanced over to where Mingyu and Joshua were working.

“Jihoon?” Seungcheol called over his shoulder, turning to face him. “Can you go find Mouse?”

Jihoon looked off toward the way up to the church, uncertainty clear in his eyes. That was what Jihoon had meant to do, wasn’t it? Find you? You had looked upset, and Seungcheol could easily connect the dots considering he knew that you and Jihoon weren’t close. He knew that Jihoon snapped at you, too, for moving one of his music books (when he asked you about it, you said you were just making sure it was his--that you wouldn’t have looked further, and he believed you).

“They said they were going for a walk alone,” Seungcheol had entered the kitchen, looking for some way to help out. “You should check around the river. Chan said they like to walk by the river sometimes.”

Jihoon wasn’t the kind of person who would outwardly refuse such a simple request without good reason. He nodded, saying he’d be back in a few minutes as he made his way outside. Jihoon, however, wasn’t stupid either: Seungcheol knew. He had to know, didn’t he? Maybe you told him that Jihoon was making you feel unwelcome. Seungcheol would talk to him soon if you did, at least. Or maybe this was Seungcheol’s way of dealing with it: a subtle push for Jihoon to find you, to talk to you. A chance to apologize, too, if he wanted to take it.

Sure enough, you were sitting by the river, just watching the way the water ran past. The sunset painted your skin with its hues, and Jihoon felt something well up in his throat. Regret? You just looked so sad, so lost, so distant: was that the way he looked when he first came, too? When he felt included but like something big was missing? Before the others found things he could use to write music, before they found a guitar that he had to fix and tune. He remembered those days too well, and even now they sometimes made him feel sick to his stomach. It’s an ugly feeling, and not one he embraced with open arms.

“Hey.” He called out, and you looked up. “It’s almost time for dinner.”

You nodded, looking back at the river. “I’ll be there soon.”

Give them space rang out in the back of his mind. Instead, he slowly approached before sitting down next to you. All the words he wanted to say seemed to disappear.

So he went with what he needed to say, instead. “I’m sorry I’ve been treating you badly.”

You looked up, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

“For snapping at you and for being cold.” He hugged his knees, staring down at the water. “It’s pushing you away and you deserve to be treated better.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you said. “You don’t need to apologize. I understand.” He watched you tug up grass from the ground, no longer meeting his eyes. “It has to be hard getting used to a new person.”

“It is, but that’s not an excuse.” He said, guilt rising in his stomach. Of course you were kind of understanding. He’d seen the way you kindly treated Minghao ever since you came, understanding that he was quieter. He knew that Minghao was growing warmer toward you, too. He was just...

He didn’t know why he was so afraid to get close to you. You were just another person in the group. No one else had left before, so it wasn’t like he could cite some dramatic heartbreak as his reason. He just felt... weird when you were around. Not good, but not bad in the slightest. Just this strange off feeling that wouldn’t fully leave him.

“Jihoon?” You said after a moment. “Is it my fault?”

He furrowed his brow, staring at you. “Is what your fault?”

“That you can’t write music anymore.” You hugged yourself tight, frowning. “I heard what you told Cheol. That... You stopped being able to work after I came. So it’s my fault, right?”

Something about the quiet way you said it, like it was a fact, broke his heart.

“Would it be better if I left?” You didn’t meet his eyes. You just stared ahead, hugging yourself tight--as if you would break if you let go for too long. “I know your music means a lot to you--and to everyone else here, too. I heard Hansol say that it was like he was getting closer to remembering when he heard it. You’re really, really talented, and... and I don’t want to be the reason you lost something so personal to you--”

“I’d rather lose my music than force you to be alone in the world,” Jihoon cut you off there. A heavy pit weighed in his stomach at that: was it partially a lie? That he’d rather give up something so important to him? He couldn’t tell. But if it meant casting someone else out...

It was complicated in an ugly, dissonant way, and Jihoon loathed the feeling.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Jihoon,” your voice proceeded to decrescendo as you spoke. “You don’t know me at all. It’s okay if you don’t want me here.”

“I mean it,” he pushed. “Yes, my music’s a part of who I am... and I think it’s a part of who I was, too, but I don’t think it’s fair to blame you for the reason I’m stuck. Sometimes I get stuck. Every creative person would tell you that it happens and we just have to get through it.” He leaned forward, trying to catch a better glimpse of your face. Maybe if you looked at him and saw how serious he was, you’d realize he was telling the truth. “Minghao would tell you if you asked him, and so would Soonyoung. Sometimes he tries dancing and the moves don’t work. It happens.”

“It didn’t happen like this until I came here,” you said. “I asked the others.” The tell-tale sound of your voice cracking was a sign that you were getting close to tears. “Jihoon, I’m sorry if it somehow caused it.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice a little too sharp for his own liking. He took a quiet breath, pressing his lips together for a moment. “You couldn’t have affected me,” he said, despite the tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him otherwise. “It’s just a creative block. It happens. I promise.”

You didn’t believe him, and he could tell. “Then what gets you out of it?”

“That’s...” He trailed off. Usually, he would just busy himself elsewhere. Doing chores, playing games with the others, sometimes working out. It would just resolve itself in time.

You turned to him. “Then let me help you. Maybe I can help inspire you.”

Jihoon wanted to tell you that it didn’t work like that. That inspiration didn’t just come to him like that anymore. Every song he worked on, every unfinished lyric... It felt like something deep down that he knew when he was writing.

Instead, he nodded. “Okay,” he said. “You don’t have to. I’ll be okay.”

“I want to help you.”

It scared him, just a little. But if you were serious, and he could tell that you were, then... He would let you get a little closer. Even if it turned out fruitless in the end, at least he gave you a chance this time instead of pushing you away again. He could at least appreciate your effort in the end.

And yet that night, he felt it. The itch of inspiration in the back of his mind that made him pull away from Seokmin--who had secured Jihoon in his arms in a quiet way of trying to comfort him. He made some excuse to the sleepy man about going to the bathroom, and immediately made a beeline to find his notebook and a pencil. He flipped through it, humming the melody to himself as he found a new page. He sketched in his own wobbly sheet music, filling in the notes as he knew they were supposed to fall. It was like he always had it inside of his heart, printed in ink that he just had to read to remember. The lyrics came to him easily, too:

secretly laughing, secretly crying / while hiding my state

the day that seems too much for me passes by...

Jihoon hummed to himself as he wrote the first verse, lyrics light on his lips as he sang to himself. He was quiet, but the syllables always fell perfectly into place every time. It wasn’t like real songwriting, he realized after the first few times. He knew these songs. They were finished products that he was regurgitating onto paper now. Writing original songs were always different: more stress, more strain, more writing and rewriting and striving for perfection. These always came to him. Like they were meant to be.

don’t be sorry. don’t worry. don’t be scared. now don’t cry...

And then it was gone. The itch was soothed, and instead he was left with an empty feeling as that bout of inspiration dried up too quickly. He craved more, the sweet taste of writing music lingering on his lips. He dropped the pencil onto the page, staring down at it. He felt like the next lyric was right there within his reach, and yet it wouldn’t come to him, no matter what tricks he tried to lure it closer. He buried his face in his hands after a moment, frustrated with himself in a way that was beyond words.

“Jihoon?”

He looked up, and there stood Jeonghan, half-asleep.

“Are you okay?” He said, rubbing his eyes. “You shouldn’t force it if you’re still struggling to write.”

Jihoon almost answered with the fact that he did manage to write something, but he stopped. The others always said that his music felt like something they all knew. A key to who they were before. If he told them now when he couldn’t guarantee his skills were back... What was he supposed to do if this was just a fluke? Disappoint them again? He’d rather die than face that.

“Right,” Jihoon put his notebook back. “I just... I thought I had something.”

Jeonghan wrapped an arm around him as he emerged from the room, starting to guide him back to bed. “It’ll come back to you,” he said. “I’m sure of it.”

Jihoon could only hope that he was right.

“What do you normally write about?”

You’d been hanging around Jihoon after both of you finished your chores for the day. He was sitting across from you, thumbing back through one of his notebooks of songs. He told you that he’d never managed to finish one, like something wouldn’t let him do it--the words never falling into place correctly when he tried. He had carefully handed the notebook over to you, and you saw that that was the truth: nothing was finished. Some had just a verse, others had the chorus written in according to Jihoon. You could only imagine how frustrating it was, especially for someone who was so passionate about this.

“Love, sometimes,” he said. “Sometimes sad things. It’s funny...” He mused aloud. “Sometimes it felt like I was writing for all of us, before you came.”

You looked up, brows raising in curiosity. “Huh?”

“Like...” He flipped to a song, and he softly sang the opening verse underneath his breath. You loved the way his voice sounded, and yet you could see the slight discontent on his face. “It always felt right for Seokmin’s voice. I can still sing all of them, but sometimes I ask the others to join me. And... it always sounds better when they do it.”

Maybe that’s why you ruined him, you thought to yourself. Because you weren’t a part of this group. That only raised more questions of who they were and who you were.

Instead, you settle on trying to tease him a little, “Maybe you were musicians in a past life. You’d be good at it, at least.”

He smiled, the heat rising into his face--and you could see the tips of his ears turning pink. “Thank you,” he said. “That would mean a lot of people enjoy my music. That’s... sweet of you.”

“So,” you said after smiling back at him. “To inspire you...” You hummed to yourself. “Maybe we should fall in love.”

Jihoon immediately went red at the suggestion, looking away. “That’s not funny,” he said, visibly flustered. “You sound like Soonyoung. And Seokmin. And Hansol--”

Despite your joke being far from original, you giggled. “Looks like everyone wants you to fall for them, Jihoonie. I guess makes you our Jihoonie...”

He looked up, the slightest sense of familiarity in his eyes. “Our Jihoon...?”

“I dunno, maybe we should look for things that remind you of love.” You hummed to yourself, thinking back. “Maybe flowers? Mingyu said there’s a patch near the forest--around the lake, I think. People give flowers to their loved ones a lot, right?”

That familiarity seemed to fade as he nodded along. “Right...”

“Then let’s go look!” You smiled at him.

Jihoon couldn’t really tell you no, if he was honest: it was nice to see you genuinely excited for something. It was better than the you he was more familiar with, always walking on eggshells around him like you did those first few days. The way your eyes sparkled were hard to reject, and you seemed so genuine about this, too. Like you truly wanted to help him, even though he was sure this was going to be useless in the end. He followed you out of the church, his notebook tucked away in his bag as he let you take the lead.

“Hey... Jihoon?” You spoke up on your walk along the riverside. “What was it like before I came here?”

He blinked at you, uncertain of what to say. He had stories--it was hard not to with this group--but... Where could he begin? The time he woke up to Joshua and Seokmin having a rap battle out in the common area over breakfast, before anyone else had woken up? The time Mingyu spat so hard after brushing his teeth it hit Jeonghan in the face (something Jihoon had heard secondhand)?

So he told you what he could. About those times and beyond. The times Soonyoung drank too much and went for a run that they joked would be a new world record (truthfully, they could claim any of their successes as such: no one else to compete against anymore except each other). 

Maybe he’d have stories with you, too, soon. Just things he could laugh about in the future.

Despite how pretty the flowers were, he felt nothing musically in that moment. He told you outright (it’d be wrong for him to lie, wouldn’t it?) but that there was always next time. That had made you smile, and Jihoon realized he wanted to see that sight again. You had a nice smile.

“C’mon,” you pat the spot on the ground next to you. “We have time. Sit down before we have to walk back.”

Jihoon sat down after a moment, pulling his bag from over his head as he set it next to him. You were already picking flowers, twirling them between your fingertips. How could one person be so easy going sometimes? He knew you were afraid, that you were still trying to figure out what life meant for the fourteen of you. Everyone always was, after all. And yet there you sat next to him, the sunlight kissing your skin as you played with flowers.

“How are you like this?” He asked without thinking, and you looked up. “Aren’t you scared?”

You nodded. “I am. But...” You crossed your legs, and reached out to tenderly place one of the flowers behind his ear. “There’s a lot of pretty things here. Like your music. I think they help a lot.”

The nature part he could understand. The other? He just stared at you, at a loss for words. “My music helps...?”

“Remember how you sang on my second day here?”

He nodded. Before the bonfire Seungcheol had put together. Jihoon hadn’t been planning to sing at all that day, really, but... He felt a push to. Seungkwan had asked him to as well, saying he liked hearing his songs. He remembered the hurt look on your face when he was going to stop singing, and Jihoon was thankful that Seungkwan was more mindful of you than he had been.

“I think about it sometimes,” you said. “Your voice is so pretty, but... The lines are beautiful themselves.” Jihoon could already feel his face growing warmer at your compliments. “Just the, uh...  ‘Stay here with me’ line? I think about it sometimes.”

“Is that why you stayed?” He teased you lightly, just to see the wide-eyed look on your face as you immediately backtracked--making some comment about how you decided to stay because of everyone, not just him. He laughed, light and airy. “I understand,” he said. “You don’t have to explain.”

“Wait... Were you teasing me?” You were smiling. “Aw, Jihoonie..” You giggled. “Does that mean you like me?”

“I’ve always liked you,” he said. “Just because I was uncertain in the beginning didn’t mean I disliked you.”

You nodded. He had a point there--You were uncertain, too. There really wasn’t anyone you disliked when you first came. Some you liked more than others, yes, but that didn’t imply disdain for anyone. “I’m glad,” you said. “I like you, too.”

Jihoon didn’t have a song right then and there, but inspiration struck again that night. The melody lodged itself in his throat with the words mixed in, and he left bed to go write. In the low light, he worked, writing out notes and lyrics as he went.

in the future / so i won’t be sorry / I want to always be waiting / that makes me feel better

even if you get lost / and it takes you a while / come round and round back to me / even if it’s far ahead in the future

And then it was gone again. It made him want to tear his hair out, always stopping too short now. Like he tasted ambrosia and the rest of the dish was pulled away right as he wanted more. Even if the itch of inspiration left him, he always felt frustrated now. He felt like someone was feeding him those words one by one before putting the plug back in before they fully drained back into him.

“It’s them, isn’t it?”

Jihoon jumped at the sight of Hansol standing in the doorway. He thought he would have heard him approaching, the same way he had heard Jeonghan. But Hansol apologized, making his way into the room after a moment.

“No. I just felt inspired--”

“Both times after they spent time with you,” Hansol said. “We get it, dude.” He gave him a small smile, yet he seemed more timid than usual. “If it’s them... Then maybe it’s them for a reason.” He grew quiet again, almost reluctant to admit his thoughts. “Sometimes... I think they’re making me remember something, too.”

“Have you?”

“Not really,” Hansol sighed. “Like. Okay, it’s gonna sound weird, but... It’s kind of like a sneeze, okay? Like it’s right there, but it won’t just happen. Maybe if I spent more time with them, I’d remember something by now. But... I don’t know. I think I’m okay for right now.” He leaned back against the wall. “I want to remember, I really do, but I want to do it on my own terms.”

Jihoon understood, even though he couldn’t relate. All he’d ever had was his music and his given name. It’d be nice to have something real back: his history, not just his songs. It felt good to have those back, sure, but what about him as a person? There had to be more to him than just his music, right?

“C’mon,” Hansol nudged him back toward the hall. “Let’s go back to bed.”

Jihoon went along with him, making a mental note to himself. He’d have to be more careful from now on just to make sure he didn’t wake anyone else up. He wanted to do this privately, after all.

No sense in getting anyone’s hopes up if you weren’t the key to remembering, after all.

”I’m not asking because I want to stop,” you said to Jihoon one day while walking along the fields. The sun was going to set soon, and that meant the two of you would need to head in for dinner. “But... Why is your music so important to you, exactly?”

Jihoon didn’t really have an answer for you when you asked. It just always had been. It was a key part of who he was and who he became after he came here. Except maybe it was a part of the way he expressed himself before he came, and now he was just tapping into that. He could write emotions into his lyrics and it’d feel refreshing.

And now... It felt like his music was an answer he didn’t know he was looking for.

“It just is,” was what he settled on.

“Oh.” You looked upset, and Jihoon realized how his tone was a little too sharp. A little too icy, unintentionally. “Sorry, Jihoon, I didn’t mean to cross a line--”

“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly. “Sorry. I just mean... It always has been. The others said I used to be restless when I first came here. I couldn’t sit still because it always felt like there was something I was supposed to be doing.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “Cheol found a notebook and said I could write my thoughts in it if I wanted to.” He knew his notebook rested inside of his bag. “I used to journal in it, but it didn’t help. I thought that maybe I was just thinking too much. Then I wrote a part of my first song.”

You looked up from where you’d been kicking a pebble along the ground. “And that helped?”

“It was a miracle that he found a guitar for me.” Jihoon was watching where he stepped, no attention paid to you. “It helped. Sometimes I have to play a song to get it right.”

“You say that like you aren’t making them up yourself.” You laughed softly. “Like, aren’t they yours? You act like they’re already made.”

“I think they are.” He looked up. “I think I wrote these in my previous life.”

You realized how serious he looked. “Oh.” And then you understood: Jihoon’s songs had to be his key to finding out who he was. “So that’s why they’re important to you.”

“What’s important to you, then?” Jihoon asked. “Has anything made you feel closer to remembering?”

You twisted your mouth in frustration. (Oh. Sore topic, Jihoon realized.) You merely walked along, trying to pinpoint something that made you feel more like yourself. Mealtimes, maybe, but even then that was more a sense of belonging to something--like a family--than it was a sense of recognizing yourself. You opened your mouth to talk, only for your foot to slip out from underneath you.

Jihoon immediately caught you by the hand, pulling you back to steady you. Despite the fact that you thought he would, he didn’t pull away immediately.

“Be careful,” he told you quietly. (He didn’t tell you that he kind-of liked the weight of your hand in his own.)

You just let him hold your hand, happy to have someone who can anchor you. Even though you knew he didn’t reciprocate the budding crush you were developing for him (it was hard not to: he was passionate and talented and cute as hell), you were glad Jihoon was watching out for you now. It made you want to watch out for him more, too. But...

His hands were warm. It made you feel safe.

(Your hands made him feel safe, too. Safe enough to wake up with lyrics in his head, feeling closer to something. He wrote the words ‘above that endless sky / this night of stars pouring down / is looking at you sleeping next to me’ while thinking about your sleeping face across from his own. ‘No matter what happens / don’t worry, i’m by your side’ came to him, too.)

“I know where I want to go today.”

It was rare for Jihoon to lead the way. He’d only done it one other time where he wanted to walk by the river, that time being aimless. Yet this time, he had a specific place in mind. He guided you out to the river, nodding toward the path up the hill. You hadn’t been upstream before, and Jihoon gestured for you to follow closely. He was gentle in telling you which spaces could get slippery, more than you’d expect, and to just let him know if you needed him to guide you by hand at any point. The walk uphill was harder, after all, and he understood that. You stayed close to him, listening to the sounds of nature as Jihoon had no stories he wanted to tell you, apparently. You were okay with that. Sometimes it was nice to go for a peaceful walk with Jihoon, even though your legs were aching a bit by the time you finally crested that hill. He walked a little further, sitting down in the grass before looking up at you.

“Sometimes I come up here to look at everything.” He looked ahead.

“This feels special,” you said. “Are you sure you want me to know about it?”

He nodded. “You’re one of us,” he said. “Everyone else knows. I want you to know, too. You’re special to me--Like the others are.” You could see color leaking into his face, red and pink tinting his ears and his cheeks. “You’re all special to me. I just wanted you to know about this place, too. Look--”

He started to point things out from there, distracting you from his embarrassed expression before you could tease him a little for it. You could see the church from there. He pointed out the spot that Hansol liked to go out to in order to stargaze, farther in the distance than you’d expect. In the other direction, out past where you had your bonfire with them, he told you the city was beyond those hills. If the hill the two of you sat on now was taller, you’d probably be able to see some buildings in the distance if you looked hard enough.

“I can see my world from here,” he said. “Mostly, at least. You can see where the lake is--even though the trees are in the way.”

You turned to look. “It’s pretty.”

“All of this is all I’ve ever known since I woke up,” he said. “I don’t remember much about my life. All I really have is my name and my music. I think that makes us similar.”

You turned back to face Jihoon. Similar...?

“I remember little parts, though,” he said. “Like studying music for a really long time. Or watching TV, or playing games... I remember working hard for a really long time.” He pulled at the grass underneath him. “But that’s it. Sometimes I think my music is all I am.”

“That’s not true.” You frowned. “You’re more than your music, Jihoon. You’re our hardworking Jihoonie,” you giggled. “And I love that about you. You’re like...”

Jihoon looked up after you took too long to continue. “Like?”

“The eye of a storm, I think.” You frowned. “Or like winter. A lot of the others tend to be high energy--like Soonyoung, or Chan, or Mingyu... It’s nice to have people who balance it out and make things feel peaceful. You’re dedicated to what you do. People like you and Minghao help this family feel like home at the end of the day.” You laid your hand over his own, not saying a word about it--and Jihoon wasn’t sure if you noticed. “I’m glad you’re here, Jihoon. I know things were different at the start, but... I’m glad you understand how I feel, too. Sometimes it feels like all I am is an amnesiac who couldn’t even remember their own name.”

“That isn’t true, either,” Jihoon said. “You work hard. You always try to include people in things and take care of us. You don’t have to remember who you are to be someone important to me--to us.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your face. “That’s sweet, Jihoon. You’re sweet,” you leaned forward, brushing your lips against his cheek. “We should head back. Mingyu wanted me to help with dinner tonight,” you stood up, extending a hand to him. “Shall we?”

Jihoon took your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. You didn’t let go until you came back to the church. You had giggled at him, saying that you didn’t need him to make sure you wouldn’t fall anymore--but you appreciated him holding on. Jihoon, on the other hand, didn’t realize how natural it felt to hold your hand on that walk back.

Lyrics flow from him easily that night, his heartbeat in his ears as he worked.

what do i do with you? / i look at you but i think of you even more / you’re my only one / what do i do?

what do i do with you? / what do i do because of you? / every day, every day, every day / i like you so much, what do i do?

Jihoon sat, staring at his notebook and the words he wrote. He reread them over and over, panic already setting in as he realized exactly what was starting to blossom in his chest. Oh no. Oh no. You’d been on his mind the entire time while he was writing, but that was normal. It was normal for him to think of you while he wrote lyrics now. It was your outings, wasn’t it? Just like Hansol said. You were the key, so thinking of you was safe and normal. The stupid soft smile on his face was normal, too. He’d written love songs before, and yet...

Yet...

Fuck.

Jihoon avoided you for several days after he realized how he was feeling toward you, something he already deemed unfair without a second thought. The others noticed the way he was pushing you away again, making an excuse to do chores he was picking up for the others. Except this time, ever rebuff has an apology attached to it that he wholeheartedly meant. He was sorry he couldn’t go for another walk with you, that he couldn’t join you in making snacks, that he was too busy for another game with you and the others. He snapped more easily at other people, always realizing how sharp his words were again and apologizing immediately after. Then he started pushing the others away, opting for his alone time.

And that alone time was spent curled up somewhere with that same notebook and pencil, staring at a page that he wanted to write words onto. To add new notes, to write something good again. Instead, he was stuck wishing he had the damn words to say. Nothing was coming to mind, as if stopped out entirely. All he could think about, as much as he hated to admit it, was you, you, you en continuo with no coda in sight. A continuous crescendo of thoughts dedicated to you, to the way you smiled, to the way the light would hit your skin: and yet no matter what songs he wanted to spin for you, he came up short every time.

Seungcheol found him staring at his notebook. “Can I read it?”

Jihoon let him. Seungcheol pulled it from his lap, watching the numb way Jihoon had been staring off into space. He flipped through the recent pages, the last song that he wrote. And... he just knew.

“How does this one go?” He asked after a moment, setting it into Jihoon’s lap before going to retrieve the guitar. He pointed out one of the pages--not the newest, but one of the few before it. The day that Jihoon had gone with you to the lake, and you managed to sweet-talk him into joining you in the water for a bit. Your laugh enchanted him, he swore.

Or maybe it was the way your eyes always lit up when you saw him. The way you smiled. The way your presence rivaled the sun; every sappy word he’d read in romance novels, he now wanted to pen them again for you in a song. Jihoon strummed the guitar to test whether he needed to tune it again, and took a deep breath once satisfied.

“My love only amounts to this...”

He played the chords, eyelids lowering as he played the song by heart. A melody he had hummed to himself over and over. He thought, out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone at the entrance. Seungcheol side-stepped, standing in the way as he gestured for him to continue.

“Hello, my joy. Even in deep despair, you always make me laugh. By my side, you let me forget everything for a moment...”

And he kept playing, still singing, beyond the words he’d written on the page. Beyond the notes, beyond anything he’d ever written before. He just knew it, like the song was a part of him.

And for the first time since he came, Jihoon finished a song. He felt exhaustion set in immediately, like it took everything he was to finish something like this.

This was his. This wasn’t just his. It was complicated, but he felt like it was something that he made that didn’t belong to just him. Our Jihoonie came back to mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as if a memory was pushing at the front of his brain. Our Jihoon? Our Jihoon. The name felt familiar on his tongue, and yet it seemed to seep away. But he knew one thing:

This was because of you. It’s you.

Seungcheol turned back to the doorway, and said the one thing that Jihoon didn’t want to hear: “Mouse?”

He stepped out of the way, and there you were, slack-jawed and staring like you’d heard something beautiful. You had, hadn’t you? You always said his music was beautiful (that he was beautiful, but Jihoon thought that was just Mingyu teasing). You blinked once, twice, and stuttered out an apology before quickly taking off.

Jihoon stared at where you’d been standing for a moment before immediately pushing the guitar into Seungcheol’s hands. He followed you out, already looking for you. Soonyoung was sitting on the couch, more focused on his conversation with Hansol than anything else.

“Where did they go?” He asked, and Soonyoung looked up. “Mouse. Where did they go, Soonyoung?”

Soonyoung stared at him for a moment, before he pointed to the way out. Jihoon thanked him, immediately heading that way. He slipped into his shoes on the way out, climbing out of the hole in the back of the church. Chan told him that you were heading toward the river when he passed by you, and that you looked troubled. Jihoon didn’t need to ask which way. He just knew.

Sure enough, he found you at the top of the hill. You were standing with your back to him, staring off toward the setting sun. He admired the way the sunset painted you in shades of orange and gold, kissing your skin in the way he wished to gently hold you. You didn’t look up, and he said nothing. He let the sound of crunching grass speak for him.

“You said you’ve never finished a song before,” you said after a moment. You didn’t sound hurt, just... confused. Lost. “Is that true?”

He nodded, despite your back being to him. He found his voice a moment later. “Yes.”

“So you finished one this time?”

“I didn’t write it down,” he said. “It just... came to me.”

You looked back, finally facing him. The troubled look on your face seemed to dissipate a little, now replaced with more confusion. “Oh. So... I’ve really been helping you, then?”

He nodded once more. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You didn’t have to.” You took a step toward him before stopping, too uncertain to keep coming closer. Always mindful of his need for space. “Your music is something personal to you. You didn’t have to tell me if you wrote anything at all--”

“You inspire me,” he cut you off. There was a familiar squeeze in his chest, a need to tell you right then and there how he felt. “Everything I wrote ever since you came was because of you. You helped me. I think... You opened up my world a little more.” He took a step toward you. “And I think I need to be honest with you instead of pushing you away more.”

You almost stepped back. “Jihoon?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” He balled his fists, nails biting into his skin, just to keep his nerve. No backing out now: he needed to do this. “I think you’ve been patient with me and understanding in a way I didn’t expect. The others know me differently. You... You never pushed and always apologized when you thought you did." He took a deep breath. “I know you don’t feel the same, but I wanted to tell you so that you understood why I kept pushing you away--”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

He stared at you, already feeling his words escape him again. “What?”

“Jihoon,” you reached out, taking his hands into your own. He relaxed them, feeling the way your fingers then enclosed around his. Your touch was warm. Just like you always were. “Why wouldn’t I like you like that?”

“I...” He didn’t know. He never had a reason. He just... thought you never could see him in that way. That all of this was your way of befriending him.

“You’re so dedicated to everything that you do,” you said. “And... When you play your music, you get lost in this whole other world. You love it and it shows.” You averted your gaze, “And I wanted to help you get that back because I like you. You’re funny with the others and--and you always look out for everyone when you can. That’s why I started trying to look out for you more, too.”

Jihoon didn’t think for the first time in a while. He leaned in, lips pressing against your own as need overtook want. Just to know that this is real. That you were real and in front of him. When you kissed back, he knew it was.

That name came back to the tip of his tongue. He thought it was his. Yet when you kissed back, his mind went blank in the best way. Our Jihoon--But he just wanted, in that moment, to be your Jihoon.

He pulled back, not looking at your face. His ears were turning red at the boldness of his actions. “I want to try this,” he said. “Us. I want to try to be a good partner,” he held your hands tightly, “So let me take you on dates without it being just for inspiration. Okay? Let me make it up to you.”

“Jihoon...”

“I... I want you to fall in love with me completely,” he said in a lower voice. “And I want to fall in love with you, too. So... Can we try...”

He felt your lips brush against his cheek. He finally raised his eyes to meet your own, smiling.

You were smiling at him. “I wanna try falling in love with you,” you said with the softest giggle, always so endeared by how flustered he could become. “But... Jihoon?”

He reached up to brush a stray strand of your hair back, and his fingers grazed your jaw. “Yes?”

“Even if I’m not there yet, either,” you took his face into your hands, “I mean it when I say that I love you, okay?”

He understood that. Even though he wasn’t sure which way he loved you, he knew that he loved you. And he said it, leaning into your touch. Yet the privacy of sharing this moment with you made his gaze flicker down to your lips for a moment. “May I kiss you again?” He asked, and then realized this might be moving too fast. “You don’t have to--”

“I’d like that.”

So he leaned in, lips slanting against your own. He savored the moment, the light you were bringing back into his life with your presence alone. Even if he wasn’t fully in love with you yet...

... He truly thinks he will be. You were his joy. He could only hope that he was yours, too.

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[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

The Shadows of Paradise

An: pic from namelessan on Zerochan. Breaking into the Enstars fandom with this!

Tw: implied physical assault, implied stalking, yandere stuff in general, religious references (I mean, it's Eden), let me know if I missed any

Eden.

Paradise, huh?

More like the gateway to hell.

And these boys. 

These boys were shadows, dragging you in so deep you couldn't even move anymore. Tying you up so you couldn't move a muscle, all while telling you how much they 'loved' you.

That was your current predicament.

"Ibara, you don't need to tie it that tight, you'll hurt them!" One of them said, complaining.

 Hiyori, you were sure, his voice was a little higher than the others. It would've been easy to tell from looks though.

 Not like you could differentiate them by sight anyway, they had blindfolded and gagged you for some reason.

 You didn't know them that well. Just that you ended up in the same places a lot and they were friends with your boyfriend. Right now, they were tightening the ropes that tied you to the chair you were on.

Who were they?

Eden of course.

Known as one of the 'big three' in the idol world. Giants in the entertainment industry, one of its members were head of one of the big idol agencies and another was an aristocrat whose family owned your favourite cafe chain. 

All their members practically drowned in riches so it's no wonder they were able to kidnap you so easily.

"No worries, your highness, their grace will be alright," that was Ibara. He always addressed people with weird titles, calling you 'their grace' as though you were some paragon of holiness.

"Speaking of that, they're awfully calm, aren't they? Especially for just having been kidnapped. Are they still asleep?" Hiyori asked. 

Of course, you weren't, you were just biting your tongue at the moment.

"By their breathing patterns, I'd say they're awake, just very calm for being in this type of situation. We really do appreciate it, your grace," Ibara replied, happily patting you on the head. 

The truth was, you just didn't know what to say. You had been kidnapped by a group of J pop idol boys and tied up in what was probably some kind of basement. God, you were practically the MC of some crappy Tumblr fic at this point.

How did this even happen?

You were off on another date with your amazing boyfriend, Kaoru, and the two of you decided to go to your favourite cafe.

He ordered drinks for the both of you since he knew all your favourites and you sat down and talked together.

 He was an idol who was in the unit Undead. Though in the eyes of most he was a merciless playboy, you knew it was all just a facade for the cameras.

He had eyes for you and you alone.

The place was great. It was quite popular among idols as well as it was a good hide away from the paparazzi. It was part of a chain owned by the Tomoe foundation whose second son was an idol, Hiyori Tomoe of Eden.

There was also a rumour that if you got lucky and were there at the right time, you could see the entirety of Eden sitting and eating together. 

In this case, it was the most unfortunate thing to happen to you.

“Oh, Kaoru, I didn’t expect to see you here,” a man with long

soft-looking silver hair and ruby red eyes that reminded you of one of Kaoru’s bandmates started up a conversation with Kaoru.

“And who is this?” A green-haired guy with pretty violet eyes asked, his head tilted and smiling. You almost mistook him for a woman, but then recognized him.

Hiyori Tomoe from Eden!

So then that silver-haired guy was… Nagisa Ran. Which meant the blue-haired one was Jun Sazanami, and the guy with glasses was Ibara Saegusa. The entirety of Eden which included the president of COSPRO, one of the big idol agencies.

Kaoru told them your name and followed it up with, “They’re my lover, we’re on a little outing.”

Then he took your chin in his hand and kissed you to prove it. Somehow, this boy could always make you feel butterflies no matter how long you were together.

You loved everything about him. His bright blond hair, his pretty amber eyes, the way he spoke to you. You could go on and on about your beautiful boyfriend.

You happily reciprocated and then kissed him on the cheek in return. A smile grew on your face at his affectionate antics.

Eden sat with you and instead of going on with your date with Kaoru, you got familiar with the entirety of Eden.

From that day on, the four of them seemed to randomly appear where you were: At a grocery store, the mall, even an Undead concert live.

Individually or all together, they appeared where you were.

Such a pretty little thing.

You were gorgeous.

Your voice was akin to a siren's.

So so pure. 

Not long and they already wanted to taint you.

Yet you were in the arms of that damn play boy. 

Didn't you know he was bad?

Did you want your heart broken?

You were their sweet little angel, sent from Heaven itself.

And a snake was tempting you.

No need to worry though. Adam and Eve wouldn't make the same mistake they did before.

They'd make sure to cut off that snake's head before it could lure you into the darkness.

The last thing you could remember was going home from somewhere, texting your boyfriend, and then darkness.

"Well then, since you're so good right now, I suppose we can take the blindfold and gag off you. No screaming or panicking. Or it goes back on," Ibara said, untying them and taking it off you. 

Your vision was a little blurry but got clearer with a bit of rubbing and blinking. Ibara Saegusa and Hiyori Tomoe. Sitting around you with soft smiles as though they hadn't just kidnapped you.

Hiyori reached out to you, petting your hair and cupping your cheek, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, you are adorable, aren't you, angel?" He said in response to your surprised look.

"They really are," Ibara said with a lovesick look on his face.

You felt your face heat and you looked down. This was embarrassing. You felt like nothing but a little pet for them. That was probably what they thought of you anyway…

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a small noise as something bigger caught your attention.

The door opened. 

The sheer amount of locks you heard on that thing was more terrifying than the situation itself. 

The rest of this god-forsaken idol group was here, great…

"Are they already cooperating? I expected us to only take off the gag after a couple of days," Nagisa asked. He was dressed in casual clothes, just a black hoodie and sweat pants… Nagisa never dressed like that… What did he do?

To your horror, you noticed one more thing. A few spots of deep blood red in otherwise spotless silver hair… 

You looked over to Jun. 

He was happy to make eye contact with you and smiled at you. He was in the same type of discreet outfit. His short blue hair looked a little messed up, as though he had been in a fight. As soon as you noticed, he quickly combed his hair back with his fingers.

You recognized blonde hair sticking to his hoodie…

No, it couldn't be.

That wasn't the right shade of blonde, was it?

Yeah, it had to have been someone else's.

Your face felt wet and your breath quickened. 

No, not Kaoru.

Anyone but Kaoru!

Anyone but your Kaoru…

"What-what did you do?" You asked, trying to convince yourself that all of this pointed to something completely normal and not involving your Kaoru.

"We just got rid of a snake in the garden, love," Nagisa said in a little lovesick tone. He kissed you on the cheek and smiled sweetly.

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[welcometomyoasis]

AAAAA I'm writing this as I'm reading the fic u made and omg I have a lot to say

So first its super accurate since I make a lot of letters for those who I admire & love but I rarely give them or send them since I'm kinda awkward w that LMAO

Second grade 6 for me was such a big rideeeee like I had a crush on this guy who I kinda had an on and off feelings about him but finally moved on last year and knowing him got me to meet my boyfriend who is currently his best friend (😭)

"You had your feelings ofcourse" RELATES TO ME SO HARD UGH. I'm so obvious but I don't want to be too obvious to drive the person away

I'm also such a messy person my desk is actually flooded with papers and other what nots ( i have to clean it eventually tho )

Also I actually have a lot of tangled cables so💀💀💀

ALSO OMG AAAAAAHWHWHIAJS I made a fic simular to this also a year ago! The reader had a box full of things and that helped them remembered who minghao was and there relationship 😭😭😭

NOT HIM THINKIJG ITS JUN???? BOTH OF MY BIASES HOW DARE YOU!!!!!/J😭😭😭😭

I also love it when people does little things to help me also funfact my boyfriend does carry my bag no matter how heavy it is😭🤕 i bring two bags to school, my backpack and my sling bag and he literally still carries both but I take my sling bag since I don't want him carrying allat😭

HE DOES BUY ME THINGS TOO??? LIKE HE BOUGHT ME A PLUSHY A BIG ONE INFACT IN MY FAVORITE COLOR.

"I LOVE YOU TOO!" giving me deja vu from when I gave my boyfriend a letter for the first time

HajwjejejJAJAAAAHQJNWJEJD MINGHAO REMIDNS ME OF MY BOYFRIEND SM I CAMT

:((((((

"WE COULD HAVE ALREADY BEEN DAITING BY NOW?" felt bro felt, i could ramble abt our no label era but LMAO

CRYING SHU I LOVE YOUUU

🥺 i'm assuming your love language is words of affirmation? you're such a sweetheart. i can imagine you writing your heart out :((

your love story is adorable. congrats on being in such a sweet relationship!!! </3

😂 messy table squad unite! my study area is a huge mess (my mom actually just told me i need to clean it up haha)

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A FIC LIKE THAT I WILL CHECK IT OUT SOON!

oh yea plus you know i just had to add jun in. it was a necessity.

THANK YOU FOR CALLING ME SINGLE IN LIKE 10000 WAYS... YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS ADORABLE LIKE SEE GUYS, CIEN'S BOYFRIEND IS THE STANDARD.

haha so it is true? our bias/bias wreckers are the closest to our ideal types irl?

I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT! ngl writing your fic put me in such a good mood after the horrid month of writing nothing but school work. THANKS FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO WRITE STUFF HEHE! I LOVE YOU TOO!!! ❤️

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[vernon-s-whore]

 *✧･ﾟ:*Snippet from my fic on AO3

pairing: Choi Yeonjun x OC

warnings: graphic smut

The snippet you are about to read hasn't been published yet, it's part of next to next week's update but i just feel like giving a snippet so here we are

If you like the snippet and wanna read the full fic you can do that here. Please read the tags for any triggering content.

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“It’s nothing, Sooha, we’re just friends,” he clambers onto the bed, body looming over Sooha’s smaller one. She really was small, so tiny so perfect against him.

“We’re also friends,” Sooha raises an eyebrow.

“We aren’t your average friends, Sooha,” Yeonjun leans down, kissing her neck. She makes the prettiest little sound at the back of her throat. The sound which excites him. “You know our relationship.”

“Mmmh, yeah, we’re friends, we fuck, and we will get-“ She chokes on a gasp when he licks her ear. “We’ll get married some-someday.” His hand slip under her dress, hitching it up over her thighs till it bunches at her belly.

“Yeah,” he breathes into her skin. “Just friends who will get married someday.” His lips are soft on her skin, open mouthed kisses covering her neck, cooling in the cold air of Yeonjun’s room. He squeezes her thigh before letting his hand wander into her underwear, stroking her cunt with long, deft fingers.

“J-jun,” she gasps, sinking her pointy little teeth into his neck, making his blood rush tenfold.

“Easy there baby, I got you,” he croons, opening her up slowly, with just one finger first. Her legs spread wider, an open invitation.

She cups his cheeks and pulls him down, kissing him hungrily, like she has been holding back for all these hours, just as Yeonjun slips another finger inside her, earning a low moan swapping between their lips. He knows he’s pretty much leaking at this point and all he wants is to bury himself inside her. Somewhere in between she removed her underwear, and without the fabric restricting them, she ruts against his palm, whining everytime her clit rubs against the calloused skin. Yeonjun undoes her bra with one hand, still fucking her with the other, changing position so he was kneeling between her legs now, instead of laying at her side.

She tosses the bra away, painfully aware of her body, of Yeonjun’s body, of Yeonjun’s eyes on her body. They have done this so many times already, but she can still never get used to this. To him. Even now, when he bends forward to take her nipple into his hot mouth, she whimpers the same way she had done two years ago when she was eighteen, Yeonjun was twenty and she had fallen in love with him simply on account of how careful he was, muttering apologies, all soft edges and squishy cheeks.

Sometimes she feels like she doesn’t know Yeonjun anymore.

He trails his mouth down her torso, lips sinfully wet and plump, feather-soft on her skin, which only serves to rile her up. His tongue darts out, licking a spiral around her navel and down, nosing the fuzzy hair slightly, straight to her clit. Her fingers instinctively twist into his long hair when he begins eating her out, tongue and lips and teeth creating a sweet, sweet agony.

“Oppa, I’m g-gonna-”

“Shh it’s okay baby,” he cooes, squeezing her breast in one large hand. “I’m gonna enter you now, yeah? Together, okay? We’ll come together.”

His pupils are blown wide with lust as he shimmies out of his boxers, cock painfully hard. He won’t be lasting minutes in this state. He gives her cunt one last long lick, sucking at her clit till she is gasping and trembling but not enough for a climax, not yet at least.

“Oppa-” tone pleading, almost on the edge of begging Yeonjun to fuck her, she cries out in relief when he finally does, thrusting almost savagely into her pliant body, caging her with his body. Too deep, she can feel him too deep inside and it brings tears to her eyes, each hard thrust punctuated with both of their moans, Yeonjun’s so much lower in tone, almost growls.

He swivels his hips just the right amount, all his dancer flexibility and advantage showing in those few second that makes her see white; climaxing so unexpectedly it leaves her body shaking.

“Yeon-jun-,” she gasps, cunt practically convulsing around Yeonjun’s cock, and he’s showing no signs of stopping even as sweat beads at his temples, forearms braced around her head. She raises her legs, wrapping them around his waist, just like he likes it.

His pace becomes almost animalistic, brutal but just shy of painful. Heavy breaths make the room muggy, despite the heater being on a low setting. Yeonjun buries his face in her neck, “You’re on the pill, right?”

She nods quickly.

“I’m gonna c-come inside, okay?” His hips falter the slightest bit just as his words do.

“Yes please,” she whispers, kissing his temple.

Seconds later, she can feel him twitch inside her; his hips slowing down, each push deeper than before. He moans, soft and breathy into her neck, panting.

He pulls out, collapsing beside her, smelling of sweat and expensive as fuck cologne.

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[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Chan: 'What if Bomi didn’t kill Hyojin’ spin-off headcanon

@minluvly​​ asked: A spin off when Areum finds out about Chan in "what if Bomi didn't kill Hyojin"(deadass my keyboard autocorrected it tho HYUNjin) and its like her trying to move on ((bc like when Im imagining that i usually think like she goes to SKZ's apartment, Hao tells her, she goes hysterical, drives off, goes to the house, finds him dead and just break down bc she "Just gave him a chance," amd "just accepted" him at the time so shes also apologizing to him bc she rejected him so many times and now shes lost him and icm KTJAKFJSJFJSJFJDJD

a/n: obviously this is set in the universe of bomi not killing hyojin so it’s very heavy and very sad and there’s a lot of people dead and basically read at your own risk. also i debated on if i wanted this to be an actual like fic or a headcanon buuuuut i went with a headcanon like the original. ALSO ALSO does it hurt more if i say i was listening to the ghost of you by mcr while writing this lmao

Characters: Chan x oc / Seventeen x ocs

**WARNINGS: major character death (chan’s dead and a few other members were killed as well as some ocs. it’s all in the other headcanon so if you didn’t read that none of this will make sense), mentions of murder and suicide, implied suicide, mentions of blood and guts, mentions of guns and being shot and bullet wounds, if i missed anything please lmk!!!

Tag list: @psshwa @uglyratlmao @brokenbutchocolate @shra-vasti @killcomet @brattybunfornct @shuabby1994 @henloiamaweirdobye @anissanightyoung @aceofvernons @minluvly @honeyylin @miki-chi @heemingyu @babyminghao @noraehey​ (if you’d like to be added to the tag list please fill out this form!)​

Imprinted Masterlist

a few members of the pack stared down at Chan’s phone on the table as it keeps vibrating

nobody wanted to pick it up because they see the photo of Chan and Areum lighting up the phone with Areum’s contact name above it

they wanted to cry seeing how happy he looked

how alive he was

“what do we do?” Jun asked, his eyes unable to leave the phone

the older pack members -- and Bomi -- were still outside as they tried to...clean up without sobbing

Bang Chan, Changbin, and Elsie were on their way to help out while the rest of the pack was waiting at Aeri’s for the mates of Seungcheol’s pack to arrive

but they heard a phone vibrating from the pocket of Chan’s jeans where he’d left them by the door, and now they were left with the task of figuring out what to even say to Chan’s mate

meanwhile at home, Areum’s left in the dark

she has no idea what’s going on as she continues to get ignored and eventually sent to voicemail

what the hell is this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach? 

why does her heart feel like it’s shattered into pieces?

“pick up, pick up, pick up,” she kept chanting as she called over and over and over

the tenth time she’s sent to voicemail, she tries calling Seungcheol

no answer

Minghao

“...Areum?”

she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding

“Minghao, is Chan okay?” rushed out of her mouth

Minghao’s driving and gripping the steering wheel so hard he hears it start to crack a little, so he had to physically make himself let up a little bit

tears start filling his eyes again and he sniffles

god, he has to tell her

he has to tell his best friend that her boyfriend was killed

“A-Areum, I-I--”

his voice breaks and Areum’s heart sinks

“Minghao, what happened?” she demanded

“J-Jinsoo-- Areum, we-- Nobody c-could stop it--”

“Jinsoo...?”

“Hyojin a-and Jinsoo and-- And their pack-- Th-they got Aya and J-Jihoon and Jaehee-- Jinsoo, he--”

Minghao was just sobbing through words that Areum could hardly piece together, her blood running cold as she processed what he was saying

“Chan tried to get him, Areum,” he whimpered. “H-he went for him after he got Jihoon, b-but-- B-but he-- A-Areum--”

Areum heard another male voice on the phone trying to tell Minghao to breathe. she heard two shaky breaths before Minghao choked out a sentence that made her legs turn to jelly

“Areum... He...sh-shot Chan...”

she fell to her knees, gripping the phone for dear life

she held it to her ear as if she heard wrong and maybe pressing it closer to her ear would make the sentence change and be something else

“W-what...?” she barely whispered

“I’m so sorry, Areum,” Minghao was sobbing again

he felt guilty somehow, like one of them could’ve prevented it, but there wasn’t anyone could’ve done differently

he almost felt guilty he was alive but Areum had her mate ripped away from her

her brain was going a million miles a minute

she was experiencing all the stages of grief within seconds of each other and it was overwhelming

the only one she wasn’t experiencing was acceptance

there was no way Chan was dead, right?

he couldn’t be, he was fine this morning

she just accepted him; she just started letting herself fall for him, how the fuck could he just be...gone?

she heard shuffling on the phone and then a new but familiar voice

“Areum,” Hansol spoke surprisingly calmly, but she heard him sniffle, “go straight to Aeri’s, okay? We’ll--”

“No,” she interrupted almost instinctively.

“No? Areum--”

“I have to see him,” she stated. “He can’t... I have to.”

“Areum, do not go to the house,” Hansol ordered. “You can’t--”

“He can’t be gone!” she cried. 

“Areum, please don’t do anything stupid,” he begged. When she didn’t say anything, he asked, “Areum?”

“Areum?”

“Areum!”

the phone was left on the floor because she knew her phone would get spammed or they’d track her or whatever

she had to go to the house and see for herself

she needed to know this was some misunderstanding or some really fucked up prank that she’d argue with Chan and the pack about later

she got into the car and drove

she was in a trance the whole time, her mind swimming as she drove on autopilot

somehow she hadn’t cried yet, but maybe it was because everything felt fake

Chan wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be dead

at the pack house, hearing the sound of a car door, Wonwoo went around to the front to see who it was

but then the scent hit him and he ran to stop Chan’s mate from seeing the scene in the backyard

especially because Chan was still laying in the grass as they waited for his body to slowly shift back

but somebody had beat him to it

a dark colored wolf came running from the trees and barreled over to Areum, blocking her path

she gasped and stumbled back a bit, but then looked at the wolf angrily

“Hao, move,” she demanded

when Hansol couldn’t get an answer from you, Minghao knew what you were going to do, and he refused to let you go do something stupid

he pulled over, told Hansol to take over, and raced for the forest to beat you to the house

she went to go around him but Minghao blocked her

he stepped toward her and pushed her back with his muzzle

“Areum, you need to go,” Wonwoo spoke up, deciding to intervein

“I need to see him,” she stated

“I know you’re upset and manic, but we’re not letting you do anything stupid.”

“Jeon Wonwoo, if you don’t fuck off--”

all Wonwoo does is sigh and close his eyes, hanging his head

his own mate is scared of him now and won’t look at him

his brothers and sisters were murdered in front of him

one ran away and nobody knows where she went but they know it’s nothing good

and nobody can pry Jeonghan off of Aya’s body

he’s dealt with enough today and he does have it in him to put up with Areum’s snarky mouth

“Whatever,” he said. “Just let her go.”

Minghao gives him the side-eye and Wonwoo lifts his head

“If she wants to see him, let her.”

it’s clear Minghao doesn’t agree considering the low rumble in his chest, but Areum hears something that makes her shove Minghao’s head out of the way before running by him and Wonwoo

“Baaaabyyyyy!” Chan’s voice called cheerily

“Chan!” she gasped and dashed around the side of the house

but both Wonwoo and Minghao can pick out the odd little difference to the voice

as Areum rounds the corner, she’s met with what she can only think of as carnage

there’s red everywhere

there’s bodies she doesn’t recognize laying on the ground...and some she does

she froze in her spot, eyes taking in the scene before her until they found Junhui

he was standing off to the side, Chan’s clothes at his feet

he was holding Chan’s phone, and that was where his voice was coming from

because then she heard her own voice

“Ew, get away from me!” she groaned, followed by Chan’s laugh

she remembered what video that was. one of the girls had done Chan’s makeup and put bright red lipstick on him, so he found her hanging out with Minghao in the kitchen and started chasing her around the house to try and kiss her

so...then where was Chan?

her eyes scanned the yard again, trying to avoid where she noted Jeonghan sobbing and cradling Aya, and Joshua’s face pressed into Jaehee’s chest

she unfortunately saw Jihoon face-up on the ground with a hole in the center of his forehead

and somewhere between Jihoon and Joshua was Chan with his back to her in the grass

“Chan!” she cried, and her feet seemed to be moving before her brain could tell them to

Junhui had been too wrapped up in the video to notice her presence, Seungcheol was still trying to get Jeonghan to let go of Aya, and Bomi was trying to comfort Joshua, but Jun looked up when he heard her voice

“Areum!” he gasped, almost like he was afraid for her to see what she was about to see

she stumbled and fell to her knees at his body and rolled him over

her entire world fell apart in a matter of seconds

three holes in his body. three.

one in his shoulder, another in his chest, and one in his stomach

his bright, golden eyes were now dull and lifeless as they stared passed her and up to the sky

“Chan...” she whispered, one hand slowly and shakily reaching out, but she was almost too scared to touch him

somehow, touching him would make it more real

Junhui had come up behind her now, but he didn’t dare touch her, afraid she might snap, “Areum...?”

“What happened?” was all she could ask, barely above a whisper

“Jinsoo shot Jihoon, and Chan reacted,” he explained quietly. “Nobody could stop it...”

he died because he couldn’t ignore his instincts

he died because he couldn’t control his emotions when one of his brothers was killed

he died because he loved his pack so much he couldn’t consider what would happen if he acted out

that was...so like Chan, it almost made her want to laugh

but she cried instead

Areum broke down into whimpers, and she finally reached out and stroked his cheek

her whimpers grew in volume until she was fully sobbing, holding Chan’s head in her lap and laying her forehead against his

“Areum...” Minghao’s voice was soft as he sat beside her in the grass. his eyes welled with tears seeing her hold Chan. “I’m so sorry, Areum.”

she sat up and her head fell back, and she wailed to the sky like she was screaming at whatever higher power might be out there, “I just got him! I just gave him a chance and now he’s gone!”

Minghao wanted to give her a hug, but she laid her head down on Chan’s chest and cried more

“Come back,” she begged brokenly. “I want more time, this isn’t fair! I’ll be better this time, just give me another chance!”

Minghao rubbed her back as he hiccupped cries hearing Areum beg and plead to whoever

nobody was really sure who she was trying to bargain with -- Chan or someone else -- but they let her get it out until Bang Chan and everyone else showed up

it took both Bang Chan and Changbin to pry Jeonghan away from Aya

Seungcheol had to hold onto Joshua while Elsie pried his hands away from Jaehee

but Areum? she fought tooth and nail to stay with Chan

Bang Chan had to pick her up and carry her away, and he ended up with quite a few teeth and nail marks on his arms and hands

Minghao had to physically restrain her in the back of the car while Bomi drove them to Aeri’s place

halfway into the drive was when Areum finally stopped fighting against Minghao and just sobbed into his shoulder, crying about how she should’ve just accepted Chan sooner

and all Minghao could do was hold her because there was nothing he could say or do to make her feel better or change what had happened

#tw: death #seventeen #seventeen headcanon #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #seventeen series #seventeen scenario #werewolf!seventeen #seventeen x oc #seventeen angst

[thistidalwave]

questions for fic writers

wow just noticed @softbrah tagged me in this....how fun! let's go!

How many works do you have on ao3?

120! that's since 2011.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,222,928. dear god.

What fandoms do you write for?

currently we deep in the k-pop trenches, collecting lil blorbos with compelling narratives and dynamics to smack together like dolls. specifically i've been writing for Seventeen lately, and previously for TXT and BTS, and because i am me, i write niche inter-band shit and collected a couple soloists to throw in for seasoning.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Addicted (to loving you) (Teen Wolf scott/stiles. no, idk either. please don't read it.)

pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks (checkpls bitty/jack/kent. pure fluff no substance the people love it)

love doesn't come in boxes (checkpls bitty/jack)

something good and right and real (hockey rpf benn/seguin, cowritten with @aperfect20)

drop everything now (hockey rpf bgally/agally, cowritten with @aperfect20. listen. these hockey fics are of their time and now they'll never leave the first page sorted by kudos.)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, all the time! it takes negligible time and brain power for me, and i like to let people know how much i appreciated hearing their thoughts, even when it was just a thank you and then we're in a lil awkward thanking circle.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ok, i think it just has to be a tie between "only time is ours" and "34 Days", which are check please kent/jack fics about the same pre-canon break-up events, the first from jack's pov and the second from kent's (tho iirc they have different interpretations of events beyond the pov switch, too). they are inherently angsty bc absolutely nothing is good at the end of them.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is so hard to decide, bc i primarily write romcoms and by the end of them if your teeth aren't rotting i did it wrong. i will give a shoutout to "doesn't matter what we do", a bts jimin/j-hope that is all about just Letting Urself Be Soulmates and then grossing out ur bandmates about it.

Do you get hate on fics?

no, thank god.

Do you write smut?

yes i have been known to write filth. sometimes the romcom plot calls for it. i'm horrible at pwp bc i'm always giving it plot, but u kno, sometimes the spirit moves me and i manage it.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossovers of fandoms that have nothing to do with each other actually kind of squick me - i'm talking crossovers where characters who have never and will never meet are there for no reason (think superwholock tbh, tho i was uncharacteristically a lil into that at the time), not fusions or big universes with diff shows or whatever. it's just not for me!

but in terms of things where it's less drastic (crossing over bands in k-pop, for example) i am all over that, bc there's interesting stuff from real life there! my craziest example atm is a baekho/jun fic, and like, it's not that crazy!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, it's always so awesome that someone wants to take the time to do that.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yessssss, my favourite way to create fic.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

this is an extremely insensitive thing to ask a ship whore like me. there are some ships that REALLY set my brain on fire over the years, though. check pls kent/jack drives me insane to this day. harry styles/nick grimshaw was So compelling. 2012 oilers "kid line" (nugent-hopkins/hall/eberle) went off.

often fandom really makes these ships worth it to talk about and inspires me to contribute. i am often very compelled by one character in particular and just ship them with everyone possible so i can examine all their sides.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hmmmm if i WANT to finish it, i probably will. there are things that i ended up abandoning, though. one of those i'm still kinda sad about was a dylan/mitch/auston sequel to my connor/rystro.

What are your writing strengths?

i write realistic dialogue and i'm great at characterization (shoutout to the mean comment i got circa 2010 telling me to get good at characterization. i did. thanks.) my voice has always been strong, too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i sometimes slack on depicting the interior emotions of characters. i'm not great with setting or exposition because the brand of fanfic i tend to write isn't a great place to practice those skills. i try to find places to do it, though!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

it's the norm in k-pop fandom to drop in localization things like honorifics, and i like it because it can communicate relationships between the characters and so that it's not SO divorced from the context the idols actually live in. this is such a weirdly specific question, idk what else to say about it lmao

First fandom you wrote for?

twilight. bless her.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

choosing between my children? ok. at the moment i'm quite fond of too real to call it magic, a contemporary fantasy au where the main character is stuck in a dream. i felt really good about what i did with the themes and setting of the source material (a mv, so you're only 3mins and a quick google of the main characters' names away from reading this fic!) and the way i developed the relationship. it's underrated af bc it's a niche pairing.

i will tag @aperfect20 since i already tagged her in the text of the post. no pressure tho.

#about me #tag game