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fairyhaos · 10 months

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seventeen and monopoly

how seventeen would play monopoly w/ each other

notes: im woozi. every single game i play, i always end up being woozi.

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seungcheol:

most competitive when it comes to monopoly. calls out jeonghan's cheating whenever possible, can never figure out how or when shua cheats, but is also totally down to cheating himself to win. has once engaged poor dokyeom in a bid for a train station that he raised way too high before suddenly pulling out, leaving dokyeom with -769 when he originally had 980. poor thing looked at his leader with the utmost betrayal in his eyes for over a week. also has totally owned almost the whole board before, calls it one of his biggest achievements in life

jeonghan:

the Biggest cheater (1). steals everyone's 50s when they're not looking. somehow manages to empty the bank of all the 500s, even though dino's been watching it like a hawk the entire time. has also definitely upturned the board during a game when it wasn't going the way he wanted, and has also definitely been nearly strangled by seungkwan because of it. asks if he can do aegyo or offers to do a dare instead of paying rent when he lands on someone's property, succeeds in making a deal 50% of the time

joshua:

the Biggest cheater (2). takes the little hotel buildings and puts them over properties that he doesn't even own, demands that people pay him anyway. has mastered the skill of looking all innocent while lying through his teeth and pinning the blame on a totally different member (jihoon or mingyu). gets extremely competitive when it looks like he has the slightest chance of winning and starts bending the rules like crazy, but if he's losing then he loses interest really quickly and gives up all his money and property to whoever looks like they're most likely to drop out any second

junhui:

makes up rules that sound really weird but also really plausible so the members don't know if they should trust him or not. has managed to convince mingyu that landing on the jail square when you roll means that you're in jail permanently unless you let the other players give you a dare to do. is somehow also passing Go every other turn of his. never wins, but never loses either: is always one of the last players still playing the game

hoshi:

attempts to be a cheater, is terrible at it. wants to win so badly, but he has such bad luck that he always lands on other people's properties and has to pay up. once spent the majority of the game in jail, bc he kept paying to get out only to end up back in there again, and didn't have money left to bail himself out or the 'get out of jail free' card. was the most upset when he had to play using a pawn from a chess set they had lying around somewhere (monopoly never comes with enough pieces for all 13 of them to play. weird, right? you'd think they'd make 13 pieces) and complained that even being the hat would be better than this. was then hit on the head by seungkwan, who was playing with the hat piece

wonwoo:

before they start playing he's constantly preaching that monopoly is basically based on luck and luck alone but as soon as it looks even the littlest like he's winning, he's telling them that monopoly is all about strategizing and budgeting and really the members could learn a thing or two from him—. only plays if he's in the mood to deal with all of their yelling tho, n normally says no thanks to the game when offered

woozi:

loses the most terribly all the time. 70% of the time, is the first one to give up on the game bc he's basically 100,000,000 in debt and he doesn't even know why. gets so angry this one time that he steals all of mingyu's money bc the dumb fool was stupid enough not to take it with him when he went to the bathroom. ended up losing all of it before mingyu even came back from peeing. tells them after every game that he'll never play monopoly with them ever, always ends up joining in the next time someone busts it out during game night

minghao:

always starts the game looking like -__- but as the game goes on and he keeps on gaining money, he slowly gets more and more excited and soon he's giggling every other minute bc people keep landing on his properties or he keeps getting good chance cards. the fates love him. has never gone into debt before. was so close to winning that one time that jeonghan flipped the playing board, wouldn't talk to him for five whole days after that. once owned both of the 'get out of jail free' cards in one round, refused to give them out to the people in jail unless they promised to do him any favour he asked for

mingyu:

never loses, but still loses. had jihoon steal all his money from him when he needed the bathroom one time, and came back to find out he'd pathetically lost it all. somehow always ends up playing the ship. doesn't know why he needs to mortgage his property, or how he even does it. asks the bank for loans, and chan refuses, saying he won't give him a loan unless he does aegyo. ends up still not getting the loan. has knocked over people's houses dozens of times while moving his ship round the board. ends up dropping out of the game halfway through bc jihan keep cheating too much for him to keep up and besides, seungcheol owns half the board and he doesn't even have any money left :(

dokyeom:

managed to almost win out of pure luck one time. has no idea what he's doing, asks his hyungs for help on every go. wants jeonghan to give him advice on whether he should buy a property or not: jeonghan either advises him genuinely or says the complete opposite of what would benefit dokyeom, depending on how he feels at that moment. has lost all his money bidding for a property before. finds it super unfair when jihan cheat him, starts whining and pouting so badly and throws his cards down in frustration. rarely sticks around till the end of the game, giving up and just watching the others battle it out across the board

seungkwan:

competitive. could almost be as competitive as seungcheol, but since he's competitive about every game they play it kind of cancels out so he's placed under him. fights any member who so much as looks at the dog piece, because that is his thank you very much. spent the entire game in a foul mood one time when he lost the dog piece to joshua. always ends up throwing something at someone during the game. never lasts until the end, throws his money in the air in exasperation and dramatically flings himself down onto the couch to watch the rest of them fight over the game

vernon:

monopoly is one of the few things that vernon can get truly competitive at. loves yelling at jeonghan every time he cheats, has also had to dodge flying pawns before as seungkwan threw them at him in anger when he landed on his ridiculously expensive property. always owns only a few streets, but manages to upgrade them so high that he's raking in money if ever anyone lands on them. almost lasted a whole game one time, before hoshi physically wrestled his cards out of his hands. he still doesn't know why he did that, or even why he let his hyung do that.

chan:

is the banker. knows that he's terrible at games involving money, especially if it's against yoon jeonghan, so decides, for his sanity and his mental health, he'll never play a monopoly game against him. is also a great banker, apart from the times that money mysteriously disappears from the box. likes to sit back and enjoy the chaos that happens, knowing full well that their entire game could descend into even further catastrophe if he decided to withdraw the bank from them.

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wonuhaven · 5 months

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Can I please request a jeonghan fluff drabble with prompt #50 where him and the reader are just in love and they just got married that night, and she says that🥹 (I'm just really in love with jeonghan if you can tell)

let the moon be our witness — y. jeonghan

50. "do you ever wonder if the moon is jealous of your beauty?"

info: pure fluff + lowercase intended + not proofreaded (sorry T_T)

author's note: i totally get u!! hannie being the most breathtaking human confirmed! absolutely love it when he's just existing while being himself fr. i hope this was to your expectation :) i loved writing it & thank you for requesting!! 🫶

when the night has come, jeonghan pours you a glass of wine while you gaze up at the only light that never fails to shine so brightly: the moon.

"you're staring a little too hard at the moon when you already have your handsome husband right next to you." you hear jeonghan start as he hands you the drink.

you let out a slight giggle before taking a sip. "don't you think the moon's beautiful tonight?" he hums in agreement before pouring himself a glass as well.

"sure is, my love. i'll take it as a sign that the universe is congratulating our marriage!" he cheers with glee, raising his hands toward the moon. you also raise your hands after placing the glass on the table that is between the two of you.

"do you ever wonder if the moon is jealous of your beauty?"

you give jeonghan a glance, hoping he might answer. "i'm not getting what you mean, my love." he respond to you honestly. you take that as a sign, reaching for his hands and caressing it ever so dearly.

"do you ever wonder if the moon is jealous of your beauty?" you repeat. jeonghan place his finger under his chin, looking like he is thinking hard before breaking out in a bright grin— outshining the moon above.

"no, baby. i'm sure the moon think it's the most beautiful thing in the world." he finally give his answer but it only bring a slight frown on your face. you are certain he notice the change in your demeanor since he is now the one caressing your hand.

"however— i am one hundred percent sure the moon is jealous of me that i get to love a kind heart like you. i'm sure it's jealous of me that i get to marry the love of my life. i'm sure it's jealous that we get to love each other, under it's moonlight."

"let the moon be our witness, so that it knows our love shines brighter."

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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Horanghae Masterlist

Story Summary: Everyone knows that Soonyoung loves tigers. The term Horanghae literally means “I tiger you”. Needless to say, the Seventeen members shouldn’t have been as surprised as they were the night he came home with a very timid white tiger curled against him.

Pairing: Hoshi-centric, Seventeen x White Tiger hybrid reader.

Rating: Mostly PG but some chapters later on will be M18+

Genre: Mostly Fluff, eventual smut

Notes: Female presenting reader, hybrid au where hybrids can turn into animal form. This is Hoshi centric but includes relationships with all Seventeen members that can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. Smut in later chapters will take place with multiple members. Some ships may be implied but not directly mentioned. Idol au.

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Masterlist:

Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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hvcmixtape · 1 year

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long-term bf!mingyu eavesdropping on your conversation

"Can't you imagine how good of a dad he'll be?"

It's not his fault he was walking in the hallway while you said that statement to your best friends in the living room. Mingyu wasn't a stranger to being an odd one out when you had your friends over for coffee or drinks on the weekends. After all, with his busy schedule, it's a miracle when the two of you are in the house for more than a few hours at the same time.

He rests along the corner of the room, his back to the wall. He knows he shouldn't, but when one of your friends pipe up with the question, "He hasn't proposed yet, has he?" His morals are out the window for a short while.

"No, but we talk about the future really often. Especially with him being an idol and me being really busy with my career, he's probably waiting for a better time. Though, I wouldn't mind a long engagement and we could find a time to get married," your voice trails off as you dig into your thoughts. Mingyu wants to snicker; the ring in his safe has been begging to be brought out. You just don't know that he has to say a few words for things to start falling into place. "But I do know that we're the ones for each other, which is why I know he'd be a really good dad."

The other person in the room brings up the fact that you've babysat one of their nieces. "And I don't do that lightly, you know that (Y/N), and yet, you and Mingyu did such a good job that Luna begged to see Uncle Mingyu the next day too."

Mingyu places his palm to his lips before he audibly expresses his appreciation by saying aw. At this point, the tasks he was tending to initially are calling his name so he starts to make a break for it.

But his feet don't keep up with his torso and he completely trips over himself. The next thing he knows is that he catches your eye while he's hunched over.

"Mingyu, what are you doing?" Your question is laced with laughter when you see him in this compromising position.

He shakes his head as he straightens up, feeling the tips of his ears burn at the sight of three pairs of eyes staring. "Just passing by."

"Yeah, sure," one of them smirks.

"I'll leave you three to it, let me know if I can bring you any snacks or drinks," he offers as he gets out of there almost as soon as he finishes speaking.

Mingyu doesn't need to stop when there's a cacophony of laughter ensuing after his departure, but he does hear them say. "You've got a good one, (Y/N)."

("I know.")

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savventeen · 1 year

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2 ... With mingyuuuuuuu 🥺

break the curse, break my heart

pairing: cursebreaker!mingyu x cursebreaker!gn!reader rating: M (mostly for reader's potty mouth) wc: 5.1k prompt: ‘things you said through your teeth’ (from this list) summary: what's supposed to be a simple hex job turns into something much deadlier, and suddenly the two of you are fighting just to stay alive warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, near-death experiences, exorcisms (kinda), convulsing, blood, hospitals, but there's a happy ending friends no worries!!!, mingyu is self-sacrificing, self-harm (mingyu cuts himself so he can use blood for magic reasons), descriptions of a panic attack tags: modern magic au, curse-breaking as a career, they’re partners (in the business sense AND romantic sense), non-linear narrative, alternating pov, reader calls mingyu stupid approximately a billion times, but he absolutely deserves it so *shrugs*, seungcheol also makes a guest appearance as #1 hyung a/n: sorry this took approximately 84 years to complete (it was only supposed to be a drabble lmao) but i hope you enjoy it despite the wait!! also a quick note on the magic in this world: hexes are the equivalent of small pests and are more annoyance than anything whereas curses are Extremely Dangerous and often deadly

Hex hunting is not what you expected to be doing tonight.

Well, it was your job, of course, but usually you weren’t called in on a case so last minute, and especially not on one of your few days off.

But apparently whoever owns this house-turned-antique shop called in a favor or two at the guild, and everyone else was busy, so here you were — hauling yourself up a ladder and into a dusty attic at nearly midnight on Saturday night because there was pesky little hex on the loose that apparently couldn’t wait until morning to be taken care of.

Whatever. Jeonghan would owe you one, and you plan to save that favor for something big. Plus, it’s not like you’re doing this job alone.

Right on cue, Mingyu’s voice filters through your earbuds in a petulant whine. “Jagi-yahhhhhh.”

You roll your eyes even though you know he can't see it, a hint of fondness trickling through the exasperation in the form of a smile, and you continue your scan of the first room of the attic. The bright teal glow at the end of your wooden staff is your only source of light as you look for any signs of the wayward hex.

"Why did I have to be the one to search the basement,” Mingyu continues. “Why couldn't we have switched?"

You snort, peering around a stack of old moving boxes that tower over you and seem to be more duct tape than cardboard, miscellaneous protective runes scribbled all over them in sloppy permanent marker. "You lost rock-paper-scissors fair and square, babe, I don't know what else to tell you."

Besides the faint scorch marks you've found that match the ones throughout the rest of the house, you haven't had any luck in finding traces of the hex.

"But it's so creepy down here," he whines, pout audible through the phone call. He's right, of course — you suppress a shudder at the thought of having to face the numerous shelves lined with antique porcelain dolls stored down there, and thank the stars for letting you win that particular battle of rock-paper-scissors.

Even still, you can’t help but tease him just a little. “If you stop complaining and actually clear the basement, you can get out of there much sooner, you know.”

There’s a moment of silence over the line, and you take the opportunity to do one last sweep of the haphazard piles of boxes and broken artifacts — your staff’s glow unwavering — before heading to the door that opens into the attic’s second room.

“Wow,” Mingyu deadpans. “I think I hate you and everything that you stand for, actually.”

You bark out a startled laugh, loud and carefree in the way that only seems to happen with Mingyu, and you feel a smile bloom across your face. “Oh, wow,” you giggle. “Whatever did I do to deserve such sweet words from you?”

The teal light flickers slightly as you trace your staff in a familiar pattern in front of the door, checking for traps and finding none. Satisfied, you push it open with a creaking groan and step carefully past the threshold.

“You know exactly what you did,” Mingyu scolds indignantly as you step fully into what appears to be an empty room. “And you will get sweet words when you stop forcing me to go down into scary basements, y/n. I swear, some creepy possessed toy is going to be the death of me one day.”

“Sure,” you reply, distracted. Something about the room is…off.

There’s nothing immediately amiss — boxes and antiques just like the previous room propped up and shoved against the walls — but there’s something, a feeling, that you can’t quite seem to put your finger on, and it sets you on edge. “Should’ve picked a different career if you wanted to avoid scary basements, though.”

“Funny, we have the exact same job description and yet somehow you never have to go into the basements — only me.”

“Yeah,” you murmur quietly. “Funny.”

Something’s wrong.

Your bad feeling coalesces into a pressure that starts to build in your chest and the hair on your arms stands on end as goosebumps race across your skin.

“Gyu, something’s wrong.”

Belatedly, you realize you’d just interrupted him in the middle of a sentence, but you’re too busy tracing a quick series of protective sigils in the air around you to care too much.

His tone turns serious in an instant. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Not sure yet, bad feeling.” There are only a few strokes left for you to complete when the teal light at the end of your staff flickers and then goes out.

“Shit,” you whisper.

“Y/n?”

Before you can open your mouth to answer, the end of your staff lights up again. But it’s not the calming teal blue that you’re used to. It’s red — deep, dark, and ominous — and the implication sends dread coursing through your body like liquid lead.

“Fuck, it’s not a hex, it’s a curse.”

You pivot to run out of the room, but before you can make it two steps away, something slams into you with enough force to knock you down to the floor. And then you’re screaming — the dark magic coursing through you in an agonizing wave that makes you feel like you’re on fire.

You realize you’re on your hands and knees and Mingyu is yelling in your ears and you feel like you might be dying, and for a few moments you forget that you’re trained for this. You might not have any of your usual equipment since it was supposed to be an easy in-and-out hex job, but you grit your teeth and remind yourself that you’re fucking trained for this.

"—cking answer me, y/n, please."

“Here,” you sob. You’re not sure how much time you lost, probably only a few seconds, but you think you can hear Mingyu pounding his way up the stairs.

“Fuck, thank god, okay. Hold on, I’m on my way. Just hold on.”

You can feel the curse trying to tear you apart from the inside out, an enraged wildfire with scorching claws, and it takes all of your concentration to pull the sharpie out of the pouch attached to your belt. You yank the cap off with trembling hands, and then another wave of agony courses through you and you collapse onto your side, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Doesn’t matter, you think. You don’t need to be sitting up for this, anyway.

You drag one of your sleeves up and shakily start to trace out a series of banishing runes — the ones you’ve known by heart for years now. But it only takes you a few strokes to realize you’re shaking too much to be able to draw anything legible. It doesn’t stop you from trying though, tracing wobbly shapes even as you can’t see them through your tears. And then the painful spasms get so bad that you can’t hold onto the pen anymore, and you’re left shaking on the floor feeling like every single one of your cells has become a raging inferno.

“Gyu, ‘m sorry,” you slur through your cries. “Love you, ‘m sorry.”

You don’t know if he responds, but you blink and suddenly hands are turning you over and clutching your shoulders, cupping your face, and — Mingyu is here.

He’s here and he’s saying something, his face a portrait of fear and worry, and you know deep in your gut that he’s too late. He’s too late and he’s going to have to watch you die right in front of him and that thought is almost more painful than the curse searing its way through every fiber of your being and then—

For a moment, the agonizing fire within doubles, triples, in intensity — the curse hooking its claws within you and coalescing into a pain so severe you didn’t think it was possible. The agony is so all-encompassing that you don’t even have the ability to think any last words, let alone say them, before the darkness claims you.

Mingyu has always hated going down into creepy basements.

It’s his least favorite part of the job and he makes sure that everyone knows exactly how much he hates it whenever he’s forced to go down into one. (Especially when he lets you win at rock-paper-scissors, because even though he’s fond enough of you to go down into the basements in your stead, he’s not at all above whining about it.)

He knows it’s all psychological, of course, that any other rooms of the houses they’re called out to are just as likely to be affected by malignant magic. But — there’s something that always feels so sinister about descending a flight of rickety stairs into unknown darkness.

And of course, tonight’s last minute hex job just had to have a basement full of creepy dolls that seemed like they were trying to stare directly into his soul. Because the universe hates him and he loves you too much for his own good.

The blue glow of his dual war picks isn’t helping the situation either, casting ominous shadows wherever he turns.

He comes around a corner and finds himself unexpectedly face to face with one of the dolls — the porcelain cracked excessively at the corners of the mouth, making it look like its face is stretched into a smile straight from hell. Mingyu shudders.

“God, I hate dolls so much,” he tells you. “Especially this one. I swear it’s going to come to life and try to eat m—”

“Gyu, something’s wrong.”

Your voice is completely void of all the lighthearted bickering from just a moment ago, and Mingyu’s tone hardens to match. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Not sure yet,” you continue, distracted. “Bad feeling.”

He tightens his grip on his picks and turns to make his way out of the basement, but your whispered “Shit” stops him in his tracks. Worried, he calls out your name.

You gasp, loud and crackling over the phone call, and dread drips icily down his spine. “Fuck, it’s not a hex, it’s a curse.”

Before he can process how truly fucked that makes the both of you, you start screaming, and Mingyu promptly loses his goddamn mind.

His feet move faster than he can think, sending him rocketing up the stairs. But one of his boots catches on the top of the basement steps in his haste and he goes sprawling across the wooden floor.

He shouts your name as he scrambles to get up, and the longer you keep screaming instead of answering, the more desperate he becomes — begging you to just answer him, please, god, please.

You sob out a “Here” just as he’s making it up to the second floor, hating the house for being so huge it’s practically a mansion.

He curses in relief at the sound of your voice and says, “Hold on, I’m on my way. Just hold on.”

Soon the ladder to the attic is in front of him and he quickly sheaths his picks, practically flying up the worn wooden rungs. His movements turn frantic when he hears you slur an apology over the line, something that sounds an awful lot like a final goodbye, and when he sprints across the attic to the far room and finds you convulsing on the floor, his heart stops.

His worst nightmare is playing out right in front of his eyes, and he feels like he can't breathe when he falls to his knees next to you.

Your staff is glowing a deep, hellfire red off to the side, and from the shadows in the room he can tell that his picks are glowing the same sinister color. He grabs you by the shoulders and rolls you onto your back, flinching at the heat emanating from your skin.

“Baby, look at me. Hey, look at me, baby, c’mon—” You don’t respond verbally, but your tear-filled eyes open a fraction and lock onto his. He moves his hands to cup your face — it feels like you’re on fire, fuck — and vows, “I can fix this, baby, okay? I’m—”

Too late, something traitorous whispers in the back of his mind. You’re too late, and they’re going to die, and it’s going to be your fault.

“Just— just hold on, please, hold on, baby, I’m gonna fix this.”

He sees the sloppy runework on your forearm, knows in his gut that even if he redid them himself, it would be unlikely for you to survive the banishment. Devastation chokes him for half a second, freezing and unyielding and all-encompassing, before he realizes: you probably couldn’t survive…

But maybe he could.

Again, his body starts moving before his brain can fully catch up, snagging your dropped sharpie from the floor and scrambling to trace a transference rune on the unmarked skin of your arm. He copies the matching rune onto his palm, and with one more desperate plea for you to hold on, he slaps his marked palm over your rune.

He already knows the curse is a nasty one, but the way he can feel it digging its claws into you, ripping and tearing as it’s forcefully dragged through the rune on your arm and into his, brings bile to the back of his throat.

You scream your loudest yet before going scarily, horrifyingly limp, but Mingyu doesn’t have enough time to do anything but try not to pass out as the curse sears its way into his body.

It’s agony, and Mingyu knows he has a very limited amount of time. From the way it already feels like he’s being boiled from the inside, it’s probably even less than he thought.

Maybe I won’t survive this, a quiet, scared little part of him whispers.

He bites back a scream between his teeth and starts drawing a binding rune on his arm, taking another glance at where you lie crumpled on the floor.

Maybe I won’t survive… but you will.

Consciousness, when it comes, is slow, syrupy.

For some reason, the fact that you’re conscious at all comes with a sluggish sort of surprise, a groggy, Huh. Not dead.

And then you realize just how freezing you are. It’s like your entire body has suddenly turned to ice. A voice in the back of your mind mumbles something about fire, but all you can focus on is how cold and how empty you feel, and—

Everything comes back to you with the force of a meteor — the curse, the pain, Mingyu, “I’m gonna fix this,” Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu — and you’re jolting into motion with a choked gasp.

It’s not the unthinkable agony of before, not even close — but it hurts.

Your body feels like its insides have been scraped out with icy, rusted spoons and your bones have been replaced with lead that’s been left to freeze in the arctic tundra. Just getting to your hands and knees feels like climbing Mount Everest, and dizziness threatens to send you sprawling back onto the attic floor.

But you push through it with a grunt, and from your right you hear Mingyu gasp out your name in question. You turn, almost falling over in the process, and find him curled up against a beat up old trunk and a pile of small cardboard boxes, one of his war picks tossed to the side and casting him in a haunting red glow.

He looks awful, sweat dripping down his face and expression scrunched up in misery. His entire body is tensed, strained with the amount of force it's taking to hold all of the pain inside, and one arm is pulled tight to his chest while the other is pressed to the floor, his fingers coated in something wet and shiny.

You scramble as quickly as you can to him with a worried croak of his name, but he shoots out the hand he’d been holding against his chest and shouts, “Wait, stop!”

You do, but only because he sounds so scared. “Gyu, what…”

Your eyes trail from his worried face to his outstretched arm, to where a large burn sits in the palm of his hand, smudged with ink. More ink further up his arm catches your eye, and it’s with a dawning horror that you realize what exactly he’s marked there.

It’s a binding rune, and you think you’re going to be sick.

“What did you do?” It comes out as a whisper, and Mingyu doesn’t respond, just clenches his jaw and starts moving the hand he has on the floor.

You follow the movement, and you realize he’s drawn something on the floor with that shiny substance, a set of runes like the ones you tried to complete, and then something clicks in the back of your mind and you realize it’s blood. It’s his blood, judging by the equally dark and shiny tear in the knee of his pants.

No… no no no no no.

“What did you do?” This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real.

You already know the answer to your question, the lines drawn in blood on the floor matching the ones you tried to draw on your arm. Since he used a binding rune on himself — stupid, stupid, stupid — the only way to complete the banishment is with a blood ritual. A stupidly dangerous, stupidly deadly blood ritual. “What the fuck did you do?”

His eyes flint with a steel-lined determination. “Took the curse,” he grunts.

All at once, all of the fear and worry coursing through you ignites into a righteous fury. You force your frozen limbs to move — careful not to smear his stupid, stupid runes — and clumsily crawl close enough to grip him by the shoulders as tightly as your shaking hands will allow.

"Kim Mingyu, why the absolute hell would you do something so fucking stupid?!"

You’re angry, furious, but it’s only a mask for the fact that you’re the most terrified you’ve ever been in your entire life. Desperate tears start dripping down your face, momentarily blurring your vision.

When you blink them away, you see him looking at you. No, not at you, into you — into your heart and into your soul.

And through gritted teeth, he vows, “Because you're the love of my fucking life, and like hell was I going to sit back and let this curse take you away from me."

A wounded sound punches out of you, and you twist your trembling hands in the fabric of his shirt. "So you're gonna let it take you away from me instead?"

Your fury melts into devastation, into grief, so quickly it leaves you lightheaded. You sway forward until your forehead makes contact with the burning skin of his neck.

“ ‘S not gonna take me.” He pants, pressing a searing kiss to the shell of your ear. “I promise.”

You can feel the way his arm moves as he traces out the final strokes of his blood rune, and you know the instant he completes it because his entire body tenses beneath yours. And then he’s screaming, raw and guttural, and then you’re screaming, and the curse fights every second with metaphorical claws and teeth until the banishment is complete—

And then, with a blinding flash of red, the house is silent, still, and dark.

It takes Mingyu much longer than what’s probably considered normal to realize that he is, in fact, awake.

He thinks he feels like he got hit by a bullet train, but mostly he feels so floaty that it’s hard to tell anything at all.

“That’d be the drugs.”

Hmm. He knows that voice. He wonders what Seungcheol is doing in his dream. Usually his dreams have more color, though, not whatever this endless black is.

“Not dreaming. And you’d know that if you opened your eyes.”

What a revolutionary concept. One that proves much more difficult than anticipated, because somehow when he wasn’t paying attention, someone switched his eyelids out for anvils. It could take him minutes or even hours, but eventually he’s able to peel his eyes open a fraction. It’s enough for him to see… beige. Just— a whole lot of beige. And then a really blurry face.

“Hey, hey, Mingyu,” the face says, suddenly eager. “Are you in there? Are you actually waking up this time?”

Mingyu blinks, and opens his eyes a bit more, and the blurry form above him morphs into the worried face of Seungcheol, his dark eyebrows pulled together in hopeful concern.

Mingyu blinks again. “No,” he pouts.

Seungcheol barks out a laugh that almost sounds like a sob. “Oh, thank fuck.”

Mingyu feels a hand slip into his and squeeze — oh yeah, hands, I have those — and another gently brushes his bangs aside. “Hey, kid. It’s good to see you,” Seungcheol sniffs.

“Why’re you cryin’?” Something must have happened to Mingyu’s face if the mere sight of him brings Seungcheol to tears. Did he trip and fall down some stairs or something? He vaguely remembers a set of rickey stairs. “Wha’s wrong?”

For a moment, Seungcheol just looks at him, biting his lip like he has a million and one things to say and no idea which ones to start with. Then he sighs, deep and long, and shakes his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Kim Mingyu.”

You're gonna be the death of me.

Something in the back of his mind freezes, tugging at a connection, and then clicks into place.

All of a sudden, Mingyu is no longer in front of Seungcheol. He’s back in the basement, surrounded by shelves of porcelain dolls as he tells you over the phone, “I swear, some creepy possessed toy is going to be the death of me one day.”

And then memory after memory starts fighting its way to the forefront of his consciousness — red, sickly and glowing, the entire room bathed in it — his war pick in hand, the sharp end slicing into the flesh just above his knee — you, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, not moving, not moving, are you even breathing — the curse, ripping and tearing and shredding its way through the both of you — you, screaming, you, you, you—

He gasps out your name, body moving even as the memories continue to slam into him.

“Woah, hey! Calm down,” Seungcheol shouts, pushing Mingyu back down onto what he now realizes is a hospital bed. But he can’t calm down, not when he doesn't know where you are and the last time he saw you, you were— you were—

“Hey, stop it!” Seungcheol is practically laying on him, each of Mingyu’s wrists pressed to the mattress in a firm grip. “Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself!”

Mingyu’s wild gaze snaps to Seungcheol’s as he continues to struggle. “Y’n, where’s y/n," he begs. "Hyung, where— they were hurt, they were d— please, I need to find them. I need to make sure they’re okay, please, hyung, please, they have to be okay, they have to, please, I need—”

Hands suddenly grip either side of his face and Seungcheol is almost nose to nose with him, eyes wide and imploring as he orders, “Breathe, Gyu-ah. C’mon, breathe with me.”

Mingyu doesn’t realize how irregular his breathing has become until he tries to take a deep breath and ends up choking on it.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Seungcheol assures. “Let’s try again, okay, Gyu-ah? Just follow me; you can do it.”

He continues to talk Mingyu through the panic attack, words as gentle as the fingers he uses to wipe Mingyu’s tears from his cheeks.

Eventually, he gets his breathing under control, and all Mingyu can do is grip Seungchol’s wrists where they still cradle his face and plead, “Hyung.”

“They’re okay, Gyu-ah,” Seungcheol confirms with a crooked half-smile, one that’s cracking at the edges with leftover fear and worry. “Stuck in another bed just like you, but they’re okay.”

Mingyu’s relieved sigh is shaky at best, and Seungcheol doesn’t complain when Mingyu pulls him closer so that he can bury his still-dripping tears in Seungcheol’s chest. He just carefully adjusts their positions so that he can fully wrap himself around Mingyu without messing up any of the wires or sensors. “It’s okay, kid, let it out. I’m here, hyung’s got you.”

And somewhere in between Seungcheol’s comforting words and the most cathartic crying session Mingyu’s ever had in his life, he falls asleep. He doesn’t even realize he’s fallen asleep until he’s waking up to some kind of commotion happening outside of the room.

Between one blink and the next, Seungcheol launches himself out of the bed and Mingyu watches as he jumps about ten feet in the air when the door slams open right as he’s about to reach it.

And then Mingyu’s breath catches in his chest because — there you are.

You’re standing in the doorway, silhoueted by the fluorescent lights of the hallway, looking like some kind of avenging angel. The bottom of your wrinkled hospital gown barely peeks out from beneath the extra large hoodie that looks like it’s trying to swallow you whole (his hoodie, he’ll realize later — one that someone must have brought for you), and you’re wearing a pair of purple fuzzy socks pulled all the way up to your knees.

None of that detracts from the look of pissed the fuck off that you’re wearing like battle armor, though. And if he weren’t so absolutely, joyously relieved to see you, Mingyu would almost certainly be terrified.

It’s as if the whole world freezes for a moment as the two of you lock eyes. The grumblings of the irritated nursing staff fade into the background, and all Mingyu can feel is the beating in his chest calling out to you.

Home, home, home, it seems to say, and he breathes out your name in awe.

Your face goes from furious to relieved to leaking a constant stream of tears so fast that Mingyu almost gets dizzy watching it.

“Fuck, Mingyu,” you choke out, eyes roaming over his form like you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you look away. And oh, the sound of your voice, even as it’s clogged with tears, is the most wondrous thing he’s ever heard in his life.

“Y/n,” he repeats, holding your name in his mouth like it’s something holy, something ephemeral and reverent and a syllable away from cracking.

And somehow it breaks whatever spell the two of you were under, because then you’re stalking over to the bed and throwing yourself into his embrace as you sob, “Kim Mingyu, you absolute piece of shit, I hate you so fucking much.”

He laughs wetly as he clutches you, pulling you so close that anyone would need a crowbar to separate the two of you. “I know, baby, I know,” he says.

“I’m so fucking mad at you.”

“I know, baby.”

“If you ever do anything like that again, I’m going to fucking castrate you, I swear to fucking god.”

He feels like his chest might burst with all of the happiness trying to shine out from between his ribs. “I love you, too, y/n.”

“I’m just gonna…” Mingyu looks up at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice and sees him standing awkwardly by the door with a finger pointing out towards the hall. Mingyu nods, and Seungcheol nods back before walking out. He steps out of the door before popping his head back in and saying, “Oh, also, you probably have around fifteen minutes at the most before the rest of the boys realize you’re both awake and storm the castle.”

You snort softly against Mingyu’s shoulder, and he smiles wide enough that his cheeks ache. “Thanks, hyung.”

Seungcheol just gives him a thumbs up before finally making his leave, and Mingyu sighs, soaking up the feeling of holding you in his arms. He quickly tucks his arms up and under your sweater, wanting to hold you even closer, and involuntarily shivers when he feels how cold you are.

“God, you’re freezing,” he murmurs, using one hand to pull the thin hospital blanket over the both of you.

“Mmm,” you agree, wiggling until you’re tucked under his chin and wrapped around him like an extra-clingy koala. “And you’re my new favorite space heater.”

Mingyu grins. “I’m honored.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you grunt. He starts rubbing gentle circles on your lower back, and you melt against him with a drawn out sigh. “You’re still number one on my shit list.”

“Just as long as I’m your number one.”

He lets out a high-pitched yelp when you pinch his side. “Ow, jeesus, you’re pissed, I get it.”

“Good. Know your place.”

(If he blushes at those words, no one is around to see it.)

You lay together in silence for a few minutes — simply basking in the feeling of holding each other — and then Mingyu’s brow furrows as he realizes that you haven’t gotten any warmer. Also, he hadn’t really noticed before because he’d been too focused on you, but he’s feeling warm. Like, really warm.

“Hey, y/n.”

You grunt in acknowledgement.

“Is this Katy Perry hot-and-cold thing we’ve got going on a fun new side effect of the curse?”

“Oh my god, Mingyu,” you groan, untucking your face from his chest just so you can glare at him.

Mingyu holds back a grin as he raises an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

You glare even harder before huffing and tucking your face back into his chest. “No,” you murmur petulantly. Before Mingyu can hold his victory over your head, though, you power on. “And to answer your question: probably. We can have Hao and Shua check to be sure.”

Mingyu hums in agreement and presses his cheek to the top of your head. A moment later, a thought occurs to him, and he grins as he says, “We’re even more perfect for each other now.”

You lift your head again, eyeing him with a hint of suspicion. “Why?”

He tilts his head down so your foreheads are resting together, and his eyes crinkle with the force of his smile. “Thermodynamic equilibrium,” he whispers.

Your eyes soften, filling up with so much fond endearment that a few more tears decide to trail down your cheeks. “My baby is such a fucking nerd.”

And when you press your lips to his, the whole world goes quiet.

Home, home, home, his heart sings inside his chest. Home, home, home.

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smolwoo · 1 year

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a second chance

genre: fluff and a sprinkle of comedy heh

pairing: seungcheol x fem reader

word count: 2.4k (i went a bit overboard and i know this is more than the limit. i'm sorry :c)

content: childhood friends to strangers to lovers, flashback moments, office au

author's note: this is so late omg but this is for @rasparagus from your secret santa :3 hope you like it! i lowkey struggled to make this for so many weeks. i even changed the idea like a million times BUT is okay. we did it so is fines lmfaoo but yeah. merry christmas gurl! and happy new year as well to everyone!

~ ~ ~

you stared across the cubicle divider, glancing every now and then at your childhood best friend. he was hired not even 2 weeks ago and management was already treating him like a veteran employee. the workload was enormously stressful for you. you couldn't imagine what it would be like for someone as new as him.

and yet, you couldn't muster up the courage to go over there and help him.

you saw him fully focused on the task at hand. it was almost closing time at the office, but he was like a statue at his seat. papers spread across his station as little sticky notes were franatically placed on his cubicle wall. and if you looked closely enough, you could see the frustration in his face. eyebrows furrowed as he tapped his pen in annoyance.

if this were any other time, you would have been over there hours ago. if you were still kids, you would've been there in a heartbeat.

~ ~ ~

"so... why haven't you guys dated yet?" your coworker, seungkwan asked, eating his food as he slouched in his chair. dokyeom was behind him, who was eagerly trying to overhear the conversation.

"because we're not friends anymore."

"mhm sure. because strangers look at each other like that," dokyeom prodded, glancing at seungcheol sitting at his desk who quickly looked away and back at his papers.

"so why did you really not date yet?"

"because he's taken." your voice was stern and straightforward, yet you made sure none of them could notice how much you missed him.

it was a hard few months after he made it official with his relationship and it was even harder trying to adjust to losing him as a friend. you both naturally drifted apart when she came into the picture. partially because she didn't feel comfortable and partially because you knew you couldn't handle seeing it. and if sacrificing a friendship for the sake of your mental health was the better option. so be it.

even if it killed you on the inside.

"you haven't spoken to each other in years. things could have changed," seungkwan added, trying to find a rationale in this. you appreciated the sentiment, but it wasn't something you needed. he was being too hopeful.

"and what makes you say that?"

"because he said he was single," soonyoung peaked up from the other side of the cubicle divider. everyone turned to face him as he flashed an innocent smile.

"so sorry for eavesdropping. you know these website articles are only so interesting for a short period of time." he waved his hand, fluttering at nothing.

"that's so interesting considering you have a deadline in 2 days," dokyeom teased, taking seungkwan's food and throwing it at him.

"you missed."

dokyeom was about to get more food ammunition when seungkwan hit his hand away. he glared in response.

"so wait... how do you even know he's single?" you questioned, doubt settling in as the timing seemed a bit too good to be true.

"for someone that used to be the eye candy around this office, you know when you have competition."

dokyeom gagged at the word and seungkwan did the same. both reaching in for food ammo and throwing it at soonyoung. he stood there and accepted his fate.

"and this is what i get for my service?"

"thank you for your kind service," you teased, batting your eyelashes obnoxiously so he could see the sentiment. soonyoung rolled his eyes as he sat back down, groaning at the work that he had to do.

"well here's your chance. take it."

~ ~ ~

seungkwan's voice rang in your ears. easier said than done, you would've said to him. anything would have been easier than this.

yet it didn't register that you got up from your seat and started walking. it also didn't register that you had food in your hand to offer him. not until you had the courage to say something when he was now standing before you.

"hi."

his eyes widened when he saw you, dropping the papers he had in his hands. his mouth gaped open, but nothing was coming out. your heart was racing so fast you could have sworn he heard it too.

good thing his heart was pounding as loud as yours.

"hi," he croaked, clearing his throat quickly at the sudden realization of how he just somehow lost his voice to speak.

you couldn't believe you were doing this. maybe there was still time to back out and just leave. quitting the office seemed like a good option right now.

"do you want to sit?" he managed to say, his eyes were tired, yet something was hidden behind them. you couldn't muster enough words in the english language to think of a response so all you did was obliged to the request, sitting in the empty chair next to him. like it knew you belonged there.

"thanks."

you sat there, playing at the wrappers of the food that you brought for him. you didn't say anything other than how you pushed the food towards him. he understood the gesture and hesitantly helped himself to the snacks.

"so..."

"so..." he mimicked. it was taking him a lot longer to accept the fact that you were sitting there right in front of him. he never took into account how much you've grown since you last saw each other.

and yet, you still got him nervous. even after all these years. if only you knew what happened when you left.

"how are you?" he treaded lightly. strands of hair falling on your face as you looked down at the question. you wanted to shake him for asking something so stupid. you wanted to tell him that you left because you needed to. not because you wanted to.

"i'm fine, how are you?"

it was a dry response. even seungcheol could see that. he never truly understood why you left. maybe because you didn't want to disrespect his relationship at the time. maybe he was so caught up with himself... he neglected the one person who was there for him since the beginning.

~ ~ ~

"CHEOL I HAVE A BANDAID!!" you screamed at the top of your little lungs. you trudged against the snow, running as fast as you could towards him. he was at the bottom of the slide, gripping his leg at the scrapes that ensued.

you finally reached him, taking the bandaid and placing it on his knee.

"there!" you smiled as your cheeks were growing pink from the snow. he giggled at your response, turning his leg to show all the other scrapes he had. your eyes widened.

"i think we need more bandaids..."

"you're dumb," he smiled at you for trying.

you smiled back at him.

you really liked how he smiled.

~ ~ ~

"i'm okay," he replied, "the editing for the articles are killing me though."

he gestured to his screen and you silently leaned over to pull the monitor towards your direction.

"oh. i can help you if you want," you drifted and he perked up with a soft smile, admiring what he saw in you and what he didn't realized he missed all those years.

in other words, he missed you. deeply.

you grabbed the monitor and politely asked if you could see his work. he gladly gave you the room to figure out his problem as he casually munched on the snacks before him.

he couldn't help but look at you. your face was confused, yet determined. something about it was calming to him. that even with all the years that kept you apart, something in you managed to stay beside him.

~ ~ ~

seungcheol came running down the dorm hall, accidentally bumping into a few students along the way. he was overly excited to tell you the good news. not only did he ace one of his hardest finals, but he also got the girl he had the biggest crush on the moment they arrived at the university. all thanks to you.

he eagerly pushed the door open to your dorm, suprised that he saw your bed completely empty. no sheets, bed covers, and pillows. everything was missing. your roommate at the time looked up and gave him a weak smile.

"she left."

and that was it. his entire world collapsed before him. the sand was slipping thru his fingers. you left without saying goodbye. not even a quick notice sufficed the hole that was growing inside his chest.

"why?"

that was all he could say. your roommate stayed silent, even after seungcheol repeated the word over and over again. to the point where it didn't sound like a word anymore.

the confusion quickly slipped into frustration as his eyes burned with sadness moreso if anything. he was trying to build up the anger, but it melted into numbness. he left the room, questioning everything.

you two were a team. that was what everyone said about you both when you were growing up together. and yet, the term felt meaningless now.

~ ~ ~

it was almost midnight at the office and the more you looked at the computer screen, the more the words didn't look like words.

"i think we should stop," seungcheol began, glancing over at your tired face and sleepy eyes. you didn't even process the words coming out of his mouth until he turned off the monitor.

"but seungcheol, your deadline is—"

"it's fine. this is more than enough," his voice was so soft. the fatigue was getting to you because the chair looked like a great place to sleep tonight. if you gathered up enough papers, you could pile it into a pillow and just knock out right there. it was a great option, which is why you didn't move when seungcheol called for you.

"let's just sleep in the office. so we won't be late for tomorrow." you managed to say, which made him laugh.

"that's actually a great idea." he replied, organizing all the papers back to where they came from. he then offered his arm to you so you could find the energy to get up.

"are we actually sleeping here?"

seungcheol laughed and shook his head no. he was holding you up with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. it wasn't long until your head naturally fell into the crevace of his neck.

his heart was pounding in his chest. it felt like an echo coming into his ears. something about how you fit so perfectly there made his cheeks turn pink. he was so grateful you couldn't see him like this. actually, he was very grateful that no one could see him like this.

"y/n?"

"yeah?"

you both stood before the elevator now. the office was finally locked up and the lights were off. as if there were no memories or traces of what had happened just a few hours ago.

"i just wanted to say thank you."

and that's when you looked up at him. lifting your head slightly from the warmness of his shoulder. and that was the first time you truly looked at him.

he was tired as well, but was trying very hard not to show it. his hair wasn't as fluffy as it was when you were little, but he still maintained it enough to make himself look as handsome as ever. his eyes were soft and his cheeks were flushed.

"oh. you don't have to. it was just—"

"no for coming back."

his voice was steady, but grew increasingly nervous as he looked back at your voice with a sense of urgency. you didn't react. you just blinked at him.

"i left because i had to. not because i wanted to."

and that's when seungcheol finally understood.

"i didn't want to take up your time with your girlfriend. she was your priority. and seeing you two together... i couldn't do it."

the words were coming out of you like a waterfall and you were too tired to press on the brakes. you thought about this moment a million times. would it have been easier to confess how you felt before? would it make a difference if you said something sooner? anger tried to boil up inside you, but it was soon washed over with just sadness.

"you do realize that you have always been my priority right?"

and that's when you stopped talking. you finally saw what he had hidden behind his eyes.

hope.

it wasn't long until you were surrounded by him. arms holding you so close. his grip tightened the moment he heard you whimper. you couldn't help the tears that slowly formed and fell onto your cheeks.

it has been years since you were in a state like this. and for the first time in a long time, you saw what seungcheol saw. what he knew the moment he met you. something that you never wanted to admit to yourself that you felt.

love.

the elevator announced its arrival with a ding. seungcheol had to let you go as you turned away to wipe some of your tears.

you both entered the elevator as the machine began to move down. and you just looked at each other with some kind of fondness that broke into a laugh.

seungcheol wanted to take a picture. he hadn't seen you smile like that in a long time. to hopefully remember all the memories and to make up for all the lost time you were apart.

"are we... are we doing this?"

the elevator stopped at the lobby and as the doors opened, he slowly grabbed your hand. interlacing his fingers with yours. seungcheol glanced at you once more before stepping outside.

"absolutely."

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#seventeen #seventeen writing #seungcheol fic #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol fluff #seventeen fic #secret santa #caratwritersclub #smolwoo

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wasteitonserendipity · 1 year

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The Best Years: Day 534

Pairing: Mingyu x female reader

Genre: angst, some crack and then fluff

Warnings: swearing, talks of ex's and cheating

a/n: HI I'VE RETURNED TO THE LAND OF THE LIVING! Seriously though, this is what I get for not finishing the whole series before I started posting but I was just so excited. Anyways please enjoy, if you want to request anything my inbox is always open! I'm currently working on this and a little Chan mini series kind of thing that I'll hopefully be posting soon!

“I am in love with a WHOLE IDIOT!” you yell as you walk through the door of your shared apartment, Mingyu right on your heels.

“I’m not an idiot!” he seethed as he hung up his jacket, kicking off his shoes in the process.

You were supposed to be enjoying a nice date, but it ended abruptly when you and Mingyu had run into your ex on the way to get ice cream. You were cordial enough, it wasn't like you really wanted to have a “ohmygodhowhaveyoubeen?!” conversation with him, but you asked a few basics and went on with your night.

You thought everything was just fine but apparently Mingyu was feeling a type of way. You’d noticed he’d been on edge for awhile now but you figured you two were just settling into living together. But then he managed to “run into” your ex again when getting drinks for the two of you which lead to about an hour long conversation between the two of them trying to one up each other and you sitting there staring at your drink in the most unamused state.

“I literally had to sit there and watch you challenge him to a ‘my dick is bigger than yours’ contest!” you huffed, plopping down on the couch.

You crossed your arms, closing yourself off while Mingyu stood on the other side of the coffee table. You were truly at a loss for words. Mingyu was one of the most secure and confident people you’d ever met and to see him basically acting like a fifteen year old was something you hadn’t experienced in the almost two years of dating.

“Well,” he muttered under his breath, “if it was that kind of contest I would win for sure.”

You blinked at him before raising an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna kick you in the shins,” you said in the flattest tone you could muster, “he’s an ex for a reason. If I wanted to still be with him I would’ve married him.”

You saw something shift in Mingyu’s demeanor immediately at the mention of marriage.

“Wait,” he said quickly, “you would’ve married that stale ham sandwich of a human??”

You were slightly taken aback not only by the fact that that was the only part of the conversation he’d heard but also at the use of “stale ham sandwich” being used as an insult. You mentally stored that one for a later date if needed.

“We were together for like four years,” you explained, “so yeah it came up at some point. But we ultimately wanted different things. I wanted to settle down and get serious and he wanted to hook up with his coworker so you can see how it didn’t work out.”

Silence.

This was new information to Mingyu. While you’d talked about ex’s and everything early on into your relationship you never really told him why you’d broken up with any of them. To you the why wasn’t really important. You’d worked through your issues in years of therapy so why bring up the past if it did no good?

“Shit,” he said quietly before sitting down next to you, “I’m sorry babe.”

You let him take your hand, not really having the heart to stay mad at him over something trivial.

“Don’t be,” you shrugged, “it’s in the past. I’ve clearly moved on to better and bigger things.”

A smile finally broke on both of your faces as you laughed together. You finally leaned into him, kissing his cheek before leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I do need to ask you something though,” you confessed, “what’s been up with you lately? You seem so on edge almost. Does it have to do with us living together? If you need more ‘you’ time all you have to do is tell me.”

“No!” he panicked, “it’s the opposite i promise,”

“Can you tell me what’s up then?” you turned so you could look up at him.

Your interest peaked even more when his teeth caught his bottom lip, something that only happened when it was something big. You watched his face go through a few different emotions before he got up and made his way to your shared room.

“Stay right there!” he called, you could hear him rummaging around for something.

After a minute or two he came back out with something in his hand.

“Ya know,” he started before sitting down on the edge of the coffee table so he could face you fully, “This was not how i was really planning this but I’m learning the perfect time doesn’t exist.”

He opened his hand to reveal a small ring. A single stone that seemed to sparkle brightly in the dim lighting of the living room.

“Gyu…” you stumbled, your voice catching in your throat.

“Just hear me out really quick,” he hurried, “I know this isn’t a remedy for me being a dickhead back there but I’ve been sitting on this ring for one hundred and sixty nine days. I’ve been sure of the fact that you are it for me since our first date. I’m thankful every single day that you’re the first thing I get to see in the morning and the last thing I get to see at night. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. So, what do you say? You wanna be stuck with me forever?”

You couldn’t help the stupid grin that was now plastered on your face.

“I have one condition,” you said, giving him your hand.

“Anything,” he said as he slipped the ring on your finger, kissing the top of your hand.

“Hyphenated last names,” you giggled.

“You got it, my love.”

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#the best years series #kim mingyu #mingyu fluff #mingyu angst #seventeen writing #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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unrequited; jun x reader

requests: hiiii, i was wondering if i could something... can u do prompts 8, 11 and 18 with jun? maybe like smth sad? im sorry idk how to explain it but i will leave it to you since u are definitely more experienced than me in writing! 💓💓 // hello! can you do prompt 50 with jun? <33

prompts: 8. "please look at me" 11. "please, just lie to me" 18. "kiss me" 50. "you don't love me- you can't love me"

synopsis: after a drunken confession of your deepest secret, your best friend has no response. out of the fear of rejection, you push him away.

a/n: i never write this much angst usually so it's very unfamiliar to me...

cw: angst, unrequited love, mentions of drinking

genre: angst, hurt no comfort

word count: 1.7k

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Your friendship dynamic with Jun was an interesting one. Neither of you were very good at starting up a conversation about feelings. So, if you ever felt like either of you did something wrong or if you found yourself being very happy with the other's action, neither of you would say anything. Despite having been friends since you were kids, knowing almost everything about each other, and basically being joined at the hip at all times, neither of you could talk about emotions. Which leads you to a point in your life where you had such evident romantic feelings for your best friend, but had no way to ever communicate them. Instead, you ended up venting to all of your other friends about it.

"You should just tell him. Just like blurt it out.", Minghao shrugged.

You sighed for the umpteenth time that evening. Going out for drinks with Minghao was supposed to make you forget about Jun, but now you were stuck listening to his "advice" about how you should go about expressing your feelings.

"I told you, I can't do that.", you said and took a sip of your drink.

"You don't know - maybe he likes you back.", the man beside you tried to cheer you up the best he could.

"So he hasn't said anything to you about liking me back or something- god! Listen to me! I sound like I'm in high school again!", you exclaimed, "This entire 'like' stuff is making me nauseous."

"I think it's the drinks you've had, but whatever you say.", Minghao muttered under his breath, "Just because he hasn't told me doesn't mean there's nothing there."

"Why wouldn't he tell someone if he did, though? I mean, I'm telling you! He would need to vent too, I imagine.", you argued, "He doesn't like me back, he only sees me as a friend - therefore, I won't tell him. can I have another drink?"

Minghao didn't have time to stop you before the bartender had already taken your order. You were a mess, but he wasn't about to judge you for that. If he could give you something to make you feel instantly better, he would. He hated seeing his friend like this, especially when nothing he said seemed to make you feel any better.

"So he's never even mentioned anything?", you said, your voice suddenly more fragile than before, "Not even the slightest hint?"

"He hasn't.", Minghao sighed.

You nodded and thanked the bartender when he brought you another drink.

"Could you, please, just lie to me?", you asked him suddenly, "Just tell me that he talks about me all the time? That he's absolutely transfixed with me? Just so that I could get to feel that for once."

"Don't do that, y/n.", he said sadly, "You're better than that."

Of course, you didn't agree with him, but you didn't argue with him this time. There was no point in arguing, you wouldn't believe him if he said it anyway. You finished your drink once again and stood up.

"I should go home", you said quietly.

"Oh, well maybe not now...", he said, seemingly hiding something.

"What have you done?", you narrowed your eyes at him.

Minghao went quiet. It wasn't always bad when he was quiet, his silence usually didn't allude to anything horrible. However, the way he looked made you anxious - as if something had been caught in his throat.

"I might've called Jun to come and get us, he should be outside by now-"

As if on cue, his phone chimed in. Jun had texted him that he was outside. How he had managed to get Jun to come here so late was beyond you, but you couldn't care less right now.

"Why would you-"

"I thought I could build up your confidence to confess! You've been so miserable for so long, and, not to be rude, but it's so sad to be around you now.", Minghao exclaimed, "I now realize it was a stupid idea, and I'm so sorry!"

"I can't believe you!"

You couldn't argue any further because Jun had already walked in. You locked eyes with him, and suddenly you were afraid that your knees would give under. It felt like all the drinks that you had started hitting you at once. He was walking right toward you, when he suddenly noticed Minghao.

"Are you two on a date?", he asked when he had closed the distance between you.

"No-" "Yes-"

You and Minghao looked at each other. Minghao looking at you weirdly, and you looking at him with pleading eyes, asking him to play along.

"A friend date.", Minghao said, making you sigh.

Of course, he wouldn't play along, even if it was for your sake. You looked over at Jun, and for a moment you thought he looked relieved. It brought an ounce of hope into your heart.

"Are you ready to go? I parked right out front.", he said.

"Oh, I can walk home- I don't mind.", you tried, but Minghao quickly nudged your shoulder and interrupted you.

"Nonsense!", he exclaimed, "Come one, I'll let you have the front seat- only if you drive me home first, Jun!"

You knew what he was doing, and he wasn't being sly with it. Nevertheless, you followed the two friends outside to Jun's car. All the way there you felt like running away, although you don't think that you would get very far since you were already flimsy on your own two feet. Minghao got in the back of the car, giving you a knowing smile through the window. When you got into the passenger seat, and finally got to sit down again, you let out a relaxed sigh.

"Are you feeling okay? How much did you have to drink?", Jun asked as he got in beside you.

His worrying usually made you annoyed, since you knew very well how to take care of yourself. Now, his worrying suddenly felt like a sign - all of Minghao's nagging about him actually liking you back going to your head.

"I'm fine, Jun... I just need to get home.", you took a deep breath.

Jun drove Minghao home first as he had promised. You nearly got out of the car with him, trying to find an excuse to not be alone in a confined space with Jun. However, as Minghao waved goodbye, your worries seemed to slip away. It was just Jun after all, and Jun cared for you. He wouldn't hurt your feelings, so why not just try. Your hopes were up, and you couldn't imagine yourself backing down now.

As Jun stopped at your place, after a quiet yet short ride, you turned to him. You were ready to confess to him.

"Hey, Jun?", you spoke softly, fearing that if you were to speak loudly you would scare him away - like trying to pet a cat you noticed on the street.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to get you something? Water?", he asked, still with that worried tone from before.

It made you smile now, he really did care. All those times you had snuggled up against each other to watch a movie, or when you would link your arms together while walking, were maybe a sign. Maybe he liked you too, and he was just too scared to say anything.

"Jun, I think I'm in love with you.", you said, not breaking eye contact.

His face fell, and his body froze up. He let out a soft "oh". Eventually, he got the courage to shift his body towards you. Jun took your hands in his, and you felt your heartbeat quicken.

"Y/N, I'm sorry but..."

Your heart sank down to your stomach. Everything went dark around you, and your head started spinning. You felt like you were going to vomit.

"You're drunk, and I don't think you know what you're saying right now-"

"I know what I'm saying!", you turned away from him and took your hands away from his, "If you don't like me back then just say so..."

"Y/N, please look at me...", he sighed, "It's not that, I'm just saying-"

"Then kiss me.", you snapped your head back at him, "If it's not that, then kiss me."

Jun looked away from you, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He always did that when he was getting annoyed with you. You were tired of it. Why did he think he had the right to be annoyed at you right now?

"See? You can't because you don't love me- you can't love me because you only see me as a friend, like your sibling or something...", you sighed, "God! I shouldn't have listened to Minghao! This is so stupid..."

You opened the car door and got out. Jun tried to reach for your hand, but it was too late. When you had closed the car door, you gave him one last look before leaving to go back to your apartment. A part of you hoped that Jun would get out of his car, but he never did. You heard him drive away as soon as you had entered the apartment complex. As soon as the door slammed behind you, all of the strength left your body. It was a miracle that you even made it to the elevator, let alone get into your apartment. There, in the comfort of your home, you broke down. You stumbled across the room, tears spilling down your face as you tried to find your bed. You wanted the world to stop spinning so fast, you wanted to go back in time and just say goodbye to your friend like a normal person. Regardless, you couldn't and you didn't know if you ever could again. How would you face Jun again? You weren't even sure if you had the confidence to look at Minghao again. You knew that everyone would eventually know of what happened, and you wouldn't be able to stand their sympathetic looks. The bed covers shielded you from the rest of the universe, you didn't want to think about your future anymore.

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lilbadgyu · 1 year

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Darling: Joshua Hong

happy birthday joshua !! ❤️

word count: 791

song: Darl+ing by Seventeen

the sun came through the windows, shining right on your face. your alarm was going insane, making you groan as you reached to shut it off. when you grabbed your phone, you checked your notifcations and even noticed the date. "December 30" was on your lockscreen; joshua's birthday... and you completely forgot. with everything that was happening this month, you were forgetting everything.

you jumped out of bed, going down to the kitchen to see if joshua was still home, but thankfully he was gone. you walked to the counter, seeing a note left by joshua.

good morning darlling,

i left to go to the building for a view hours and i'll be home later for dinner. i love you. -shua

you sighed in relief; that gave you time to at least try to out something together. with that, you went back up to your room to get dressed. once you were dressed, you went back down to go to your car; heading to the nearest store first. you walked up and down the isles, trying to find that one thing that screamed joshua, but all you could find was a bottle of wine you both enjoyed. you didn't find anything that you knew joshua would love, even though every year he always said that having you in his life was the greatest present. you wanted to do more than just that.

after you checked out, you headed to the next store, still looking, finding a few things that joshua could use, but yet still you couldn't find that one present. you ran through present ideas in your head but they weren't enough. once you checked out, you just went home. shopping was getting stressful, and you already had a pretty good set up; even though you wanted more.

you put a bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island, with all the small presents around the base of the pot; the bottle of wine next to it. you looked at it over and over, unhappy with the outcome. you wanted to do so much more, but you had no idea what to do. you sat at the kitchen island feeling defeated. you sat in silence until your phone went off; a message from dokyeom asking about joshua's birthday. you told him you had nothing planned because you forgot. with that, dokyeom was on his way over.

within ten minutes, dokyeom was walking in. "there is no way that you forgot your own boyfriend's birthday." he said right when he walked in.

"yeah i know, but a lot has happened this month and my days just jumbled together." you explained, your shoulders dropping in disappointment.

"well i am here to help then." dokyeom said, with a smile on his face.

you and dokyeom got things ready, and prepared dinner for when joshua came home. you still felt like it wasn't enough. you always loved when the other members helped you out, but this time you felt guilty. you sat at the kitchen island once again, you head in your hands. "you seem upset." dokyeom said, sitting in the chair beside you.

"this is one of the few birthdays he's able to be at home for and i- it feels like it isn't enough." you explained.

"yn, joshua loves you beyond anything. even if you just breathed he would be so happy just because you're alive. i promise you that you have nothing to worry about. he is going to love this either way. now, i need to go pick him up anyway." dokyeom replied, going to the door.

with that he left, going to pick up joshua. you were still nervous even thought dokyeom was right.

you could hear the car pull into the driveway, and the garage door opening. the entry door to the kitchen opened, and joshua walked in, "i'm home." he called into house.

joshua walked to the kitchen, seeing you sit at the island, clearly stressed out. "yn? love, why do you look so stressed?" joshua asked, setting his phone down and going over to you.

"i completely forgot about your birthday, and i wasn't able to get anything ready for you." you explained, turning you head to look at him.

"yn, you don't have to worry about anything. you didn't even have to do anything today and i'd still appreciate that you are home to celebrate with me. i am so happy that you're here with me, that's all i could ask for." joshua told you.

"you always say that. i just want to- i don't know. you're so hard to shop for." you joked.

joshua sighed with a smil, "yn, i promise you, you don't have to worry about this." he told you one more time.

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bangtanboyz22 · 2 years

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Hi! from prompt list 3, can i request prompts 2 and 7 with woozi from seventeen? thank you :)

Yes!! I've been waiting for seventeen!!!

Pairing: Woozi x reader

2. “You’re kind of cute, you know…only kinda.”

7. “Can you stay? I don’t want to be alone right now.”

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It had been a tiring day for Woozi, so being the good person you are, you brought him food to his studio. When you walked in, he noticed you before turning to give you a slight smile.

"Hi love, what brings you here?" he asked a little confused because he thought you would be home relaxing at home.

"I could tell you were a bit stressed out and so I brought you food," you replied taking his hand and moving him to the couch he has in there. He sent a smile your way before kissing your forehead.

"You're kind of cute, you know...only kinda" he told you helping you take out the boxes from the bag you brought them in.

After the two of you finished your meal, you were about to head out back home for the night. Once you packed everything away, you headed over to where Woozi sat at his chair leaning down to give him a kiss. As you were pulling away, he quickly grabbed your hand before you could walk away from him.

"Can you stay? I don't want to be alone right now," he told you looking up at you with a pout. Of course, you couldn't say no to that face.

"Of course," you told him setting the bag down and pulling up a chair to sit next to him so he could continue his work but feel your presence.

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diorkyeom · 10 months

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.. MASTERLIST

「 also diorkyeom on ao3 」

☁ fluff, 🌪 angst, [i] idolverse, [au] alt. universe

.. ONESHOTS

◆ such sweet love ☁ , [i]

"the thing is. seungkwan loves these two. very much.

but when seokmin is making cooing sounds at his boyfriend and making joshua laugh while taking photos of him on the steps of some fancy building, it's all seungkwan can do to stop himself from bashing his head against the light-up steps until he ceases to exist anymore."

◆ like you hung all the stars in the sky ☁ , [i]

"so what if joshua watches him so attentively as he talks and is always the clingiest with seokmin in particular when he’s drunk and always whispers the sweetest, softest compliments when seokmin is at his lowest and always... oh.

joshua was in love with him."

◆ in the shapes in the clouds ☁ , [au]

"joshua just hums. the balcony railing is cold under his touch, seeping into his fingers, but it’s not exactly an unpleasant cold. not when seokmin’s arms are warm around him.

“it’s a soft night tonight.” "

◆ love, love, snapshoot ☁️ , light🌪 , [au]

"it was the fourth time this month that seokmin had come to the park, the fourth time he'd seen the pretty stranger sitting there, and also the fourth time his camera instinctively came up to his eyes, pressing the shutter with a small click.

it was, however, the first time the stranger looked into his lens at the shuttering sound."

◆ love me back? ☁️ , [au] / [i]

" “fifteen calls in the span of seven minutes,” joshua said into the phone. “your house better be on fire, seokmin.”

on the other end of the line, seokmin giggled, seemingly delighted by joshua’s deadpan tone. “hello to you too, hyung.”

cute, joshua thought, and then blinked. woah. who said that? "

◆ oh, how i adore you ☁ , 🌪 , [au]

teaser

"and joshua.... well. joshua had realised something. seokmin's laugh was, without a doubt, the best sound that he had ever heard."

.. SERIES

◆ you be my venus, and i'll be your sun [au]

[complete]

masterlist ; teaser

"lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma."

#diorkyeom ᰔ masterlist #svt #seventeen masterlist #seventeen #joshua #dokyeom #seventeen fic #seventeen writing #svt fic #joshua hong #hong jisoo #svt joshua #svt dokyeom #svt seokmin #lee seokmin #ao3 #fanfic #seoksoo

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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with my synaesthesia, the colour of joshua is something very tangible, which is incredibly rare.

joshua is a warm, rosy pink colour. the colour of blushes, of shy compliments, of sweet cheek kisses and falling in love. he's warm like the feeling of summer fraying into autumn, where the intensity of heat has begun to die down and the world has become more mellowed, more gentle.

he's the colour of tinted heart sunglasses, of satin soft tulips and handwritten confessions, of pinkened filters in rom-com scenes. he's pink like pastel, strawberry cotton candy at fairgrounds, and sugar-sticky kisses at the top of ferris wheels.

joshua is the rosy pink of gentle adoration, like cherub's lips and cupid's heart-tipped arrows. he's like youthful love, skipping down streets with hands interlaced, spending all of eternity in one another's arms. the pink of joy.

like love-worn silk, joshua is soft, softened and smoothed in the places where someone has caressed the fabric until it melded into the shape of their hands. he's soft like the skin of peaches, like whispered love under blankets, like marshmallows being fed from the hand of someone you adore.

he's rosy pink, like new love, like young love, like precious love. joshua is a rosy pink you can touch, can feel the smoothness and the gentleness under your fingertips.

joshua's colour is the colour of warmth.

synaesthesia tags: @jeonginssa ,, @jeonwonwoo ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @summery-bat ,, @jiji-verse ,, @moonlitskiiies ,, @butiluvu ,, @loversepiphany ,, @a-wandering-stay ,, @valenhui ,, @yonabutnotyuna ,, @sweet-like-caramel ,, @evasaysstuff ,, @odxrilove ,, @kyeomyun ,, @slytherinshua

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wonuhaven · 6 months

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seventeen m.l ✦

fluff ☁️ ; angst 🫀 ; comfort 🫂 ; comedy 🤗

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ༉‧₊˚. ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ 𓄹

SEUNGCHEOL

because you're my breath — a 🫀 fic

JEONGHAN

let the moon be our witness — a ☁️ drabble

JOSHUA

JUNHUI

SOONYOUNG

WONWOO

JIHOON

SEOKMIN

MINGYU

a kiss to make up for the time that was lost — a ☁️🤗 fic

MINGHAO

SEUNGKWAN

HANSOL

CHAN

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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Horanghae Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: The first names are drawn and you find yourself spending the day with someone who loves you and someone you’ve been unsure of. How will things play out?

Chapter Pairing: Mingyu x White Tiger hybrid reader (first half). Woozi x White Tiger hybrid reader (second half).

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6k

Chapter Warnings: Slight tension in Jihoons part but not much, this is 99% fluff.

AN: The first two members were Jihoon and Mingyu who were suggested on AO3 and Discord. They’re almost even but I went a bit overboard with Mingyu so sorry if Jihoons part is slightly shorter. Feel free to comment the two members you want to see next.

Previous Chapter . . . Next Chapter

Horanghae Masterlist

You woke up earlier than normal due to someone shaking you awake eagerly. Groaning softly, you opened your eyes to see a very excited Mingyu smiling down at you. The close proximity to the male made you yelp slightly and pull back barely stopping yourself from hitting your head on the headboard. Mingyu laughed softly and stood up straight so you could have space to sit up, smiling as you stared at him in confusion.

“Rise and shine Y/N,” he whispered as to not wake Soonyoung, who was still asleep beside you, “get up and get dressed! We’re going to make breakfast together and then we’re going to the park!” It was then that you remembered the agreement you made with the guys last night. Mingyu's name had been drawn first and the male had practically jumped out of his seat when he found out. His excitement had eased your worries a bit but you hadn’t expected he would be so excited as to wake you up as soon as the sun rose.

“Can’t we sleep a little longer?” you whined, hiding under your blanket as if that would make him go away. The male huffed as you heard him shuffle before you were suddenly grabbed and practically dragged out of bed. He held onto you long enough to make sure you wouldn’t fall before letting go and smiling down at you.

“There we go,” he mused, “now come on let’s go! I only have a few hours before I have to drop you off at the studio and I want to make the most of it.” The thought of spending the evening at the studio with Jihoon made you tense up a bit but you composed yourself before Mingyu could notice. He patted your head softly with a small laugh before making his way to the door, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen, it’s hot outside so wear something you’ll be comfortable in. Oh, and if you’re not down there in 10 minutes I will come back up here and drag you down so don’t even think about going back to sleep.” He left before you could open your mouth to protest, the door closing behind him with a soft click. You whined softly and glanced at the bed where Soonyoung was still sleeping, debating crawling back in and snuggling against him but deciding against it. Yawning softly, you rummaged through your drawers to find something to wear and dragged yourself to the bathroom to get ready. Throwing on a loose tank top and shorts, you brushed your hair out of your face and quickly brushed your teeth before rushing to the kitchen to meet Mingyu. You had contemplated brushing out your tail in case the fur got tangled but it was fluffier when you didn’t so you opted not to.

Mingyu had everything set up and was waiting for you when you finally got down. “There you are,” he said as he ushered you over, “have you ever cooked before?” You shook your head no and he hummed in thought as he washed his hands and tied an apron around his waist, urging you to do the same. “This is a pretty easy dish to learn so no worries, and I’ll walk you through everything,” he glanced at you after he spoke, only to burst out laughing as he saw you struggling with the apron. You had never worn one before so you had no idea how it was supposed to go on, let alone how to tie it so you were just waving it around trying to figure out how it went. “Here Y/N let me help you,” he grabbed the apron from you and placed it over your head gently, stepping behind you so he could tie a knock behind your back. “Is that too tight?” he asked, glancing over your shoulder to see you shake your head, “good that should stay up until we’re done.” Mingyu rested a hand on your shoulder as he returned to your side, glancing over all the ingredients he had laid out. “We’re only making breakfast for ourselves so I figured I could teach you to make galbi and rice, nothing too fancy. I already pre prepared most of it for us so you just have to help me with seasoning and cooking.”

“What about the others?” You asked softly, Mingyu chuckling in response as he turned on the stove.

“If they want breakfast they can make their own,” he argued, “that’s the other reason I woke you up early, we won’t have to share because the only ones that are up are either at work or working out and not home.” You gave him a confused look but Mingyu merely smiled at you. Part of you wanted to laugh at how proud he was of his little plan, deciding to just relax and enjoy the time with him as much as he seemed to be. Mingyu hummed softly as he reached for a pan, motioning for you to come step in front of him. “Here you’re going to do most of the cooking,” he said as he motioned to the stove and then to the meat on the side. You glanced at both hesitantly and were about to protest that you didn’t know what you were doing but he must have sensed your hesitation as you felt one of his hands reach to grab your own. “Don’t worry Kitty I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen,” he assured you with a gentle squeeze to your hand, “just trust me okay?” He waited for you to nod before guiding your hand to grab the beef and put it in the pan, his free hand moving to rest on your shoulder. You still were a bit nervous, but something about his presence and touch helped to calm you down, exhaling softly and leaning back so you were pressed into his chest. You could feel him chuckle as he took advantage of your movements to change your position. His chin rested on your head and the hand that was on your shoulder moved to wrap around your waist, keeping you against him. When you didn’t need your hands for anything he would let go of yours to wrap both arms around you in a firm but gentle hug. Cuddling him was different than Soonyoung as Mingyu was larger and you felt like you were being swallowed against his frame, but it was still very comforting.

You finished making breakfast with no issue, Mingyu petting your head and complimenting your work as you sat down to eat, even though he still did most of it. You two were quiet as you ate, just enjoying the food and the rare silence while the others were asleep, Mingyu quickly doing the dishes before grabbing his hat, mask, and a bag he had packed by the door. As he was getting his shoes on you did the same, also grabbing your collar so no one would question you if they saw you out. The cheap material was tight and itchy against your skin and you couldn’t help but pull at it a little bit. Mingyu glanced at you for a moment when he saw you messing with the collar but didn’t comment on it so you decided to just do your best to ignore it. Hopefully you would only have it on for a few hours anyways. The park wasn’t too far away from the dorm but you still ended up driving since Mingyu said he planned on staying out until he had to take you to the studio just after lunch time. You didn’t mind too much since you really liked car rides anyways, especially when it was just the two of you so you were allowed in the front seat for once. Mingyu had to keep himself from falling over laughing when he saw how you practically jumped into the seat when he opened the door for you.

“What’s that for?” you asked once you got to the park, watching him put on his hat, mask, and sunglasses.

“A disguise,” he explained, “there shouldn’t really be anyone around at this time because everyone is at work but just in case I want to make sure I’m not recognized. Once we get to our little spot I will take it off again.”

“Why do you need a disguise though?” you asked, still confused as to why he wanted to hide.

“I’m a celebrity Y/N, unfortunately things like this come with the job and we could risk getting followed. Or a fansite could spot us and no one knows about you yet so I don’t want to get in trouble,” you pouted a bit at his explanation, still not fully understanding.

“That sounds a bit extreme though,” you muttered as you unbuckled and got out of the car. Mingyu chuckled softly at how cute you looked and shook his head as he grabbed his stuff from the back seat.

“Maybe it is but it’s how things are, it’s not that bad though and it’s only for a minute. Come on, there’s an area over here where no one can really spot us. Some of the guys and I like to come up here when we can to play games.” He took your hand and led you to the area he was talking about, a shaded grass area right by the basketball court. Sure enough, it was facing away from the street and there were enough trees around it that no one would be able to make you guys out unless they actually came over to where you were. Even though it was mid morning, no one else was really around at the moment, everyone else already at work or school respectively. You couldn’t help but wonder what the park would look like on the weekend when everyone was off. “Go ahead and look around,” Mingyu urged as he nudged you forward and let go of your hand, “I’m right behind you I promise.” You glanced back at him to see him focused on his phone, making you whine a bit as you turned to fully face him. This was supposed to be your time together so why was he more focused on his phone? “I’m just texting one of the guys I’ll be done in a second,” he promised when he heard your whine. He looked up just long enough to give you a reassuring glance before returning to his phone. You rolled your eyes but decided to do what he said and took off, running to where the basketball court was.

You had never played basketball before but judging by the layout of the court you could at least guess on the basics of how to play. Though you doubted you could ever make a basket with how high up the nets were. You decided to test that theory by running over to one and jumping as high as you could to see if you could touch the net. The first try you missed completely and almost fell into the pole, and on your second try you were only able to just touch the net with your fingers. With a frustrated huff you looked up at the net and took a few steps back so you could try one last time, determined to at least grab the net. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself before running back towards the hoop to propel yourself. As you jumped though you suddenly felt someone's hands on your waist, lifting you up high enough so you could actually touch the net. Confused, you looked down to see Mingyu smiling at you as he held you up, letting you grab and play with the net for a moment before setting you back down.

“Having fun there?” he teased as you regained your footing.

“How did you do that?” you asked with a soft pout.

“Sneak up on you or lift you up?” he questioned, chuckling when your pout deepened, “sneak up on you I have no idea, I thought you would have heard me with those special ears of yours. As for lifting you up, no offense Y/N but you are pretty small, I could hold you with one arm easily let alone both.” You huffed at that and he merely shrugged as if it was no big deal, “Come on you wanted to touch the hoop right? I watched you fail the first few times so I figured I would help you.”

“I could have done it on my own!” you argued.

“Really now?” he questioned to which you proudly nodded, “alright Ms. Confidence, do it then.” Mingyu crossed his arms and glanced at you expectantly, his gaze urging you to just give in and admit you couldn’t reach. You were stubborn though and decided that you needed to prove him wrong so you walked a bit further away and got back into position. You knew that if you were in your tiger form you would have made it with no issue but sadly that wasn’t an option here. Unfortunately for this circumstance, all your animal abilities didn’t follow you into your current form. Still, you had to prove yourself and surely some of your skill still existed, you just hadn’t gotten as good of a head start before. With Mingyu still watching you, you took a breath before pushing yourself forward and jumping up again. The better running start helped a bit as you were almost able to reach but not as much as when Mingyu had lifted you up. It was obvious he realized this as well as you heard muffled laughter from behind you. “What was that you were saying about being able to reach?” he teased after a moment.

“Oh hush it’s too tall, no one can reach that,” you whined as you picked yourself up.

“I can reach it easily,” Mingyu pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

“I meant no one normal, you’re a giant!” you argued, playfully hitting him in the chest as you walked past him. He huffed and put a hand over where you hit him dramatically before laughing again.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, don’t worry Y/N I’ll carry you around whenever you want to feel tall,” he mocked, resulting in you throwing his hat at him as you walked away from him. “Come on, don't be like that!” he whined as he ran after you, stopping at his bag to pull out a basketball he brought, “come on let me teach you how to play.”

“Are you going to keep making fun of me for being short?” you asked, grabbing the ball from him and bouncing it against the ground.

“Probably,” he joked, wincing away when you threatened to throw the ball at him, “I’m not going to tease you anymore I promise, okay? Now come on, toss me the ball and I’ll teach you how to play properly.” He took the ball from you and tucked it under his arm, checking his phone for a moment before nodding and slipping the device back in his pocket, “Also let me know if you get tired or hungry at all okay? We can stop and get a snack before I switch places with Hyung since he’s usually too busy with work to remember to eat.” You nodded in response and Mingyu mimicked the action, dribbling the ball a few times before passing it to you so he could teach you to do the same. Once you got the basics down you played a few one-on-one matches with Mingyu before getting tired and deciding to call it for the day.

The remainder of your time together you spent laying in the grass talking and looking at the clouds. It started with you laying next to each other and Mingyu occasionally tickling you or grabbing your tail to startle you, but by the end you were snuggled against his chest as he showed you funny videos on his phone. His free hand played with your hair as you curled against his side, making a soft rumbling noise in the back of your throat as you closed your eyes and enjoyed his warmth and scent. Normally their natural scents and perfumes all mixed together at the dorms so it was times like this where you could really distinguish him from the others. His scent was on the muskier side but also warm which you found quite pleasant.

“Comfortable?” Mingyu asked once he noticed you weren’t looking at his phone anymore. You made no effort to move or open your eyes but let out a small hum of approval. Mingyu smiled even though you couldn’t see and set his phone in the grass beside him so he could adjust and hold you against him better. Normally the combination of the hot weather and his heat would have been too much but you didn’t mind it right now as you tucked yourself further against him.

“You make a good pillow,” you whispered against his chest, feeling it rumble as he chuckled.

“Am I now?” he whispered back to which you nodded, “Am I a better pillow than Soonyoung?”

“Don’t know,” you muttered, which made him pause for a moment.

“Maybe if we did this more you could find out?” he suggested, “you know if you ever want to you are welcome to come sleep with me in my room as well. I know I would really enjoy the company.” For the first time since you got in your new position, you opened your eyes to look up at Mingyu.

“Really?” you asked, to which he eagerly nodded.

“Invitations there whenever you want to take it, I promise,” he assured. You two laid in silence for a few moments after that before he rolled over to check his phone with a sigh, “I think it’s about time to go, we can grab a quick snack then I’ll take you to the studio. Jihoon is already waiting for you.” You frowned at the thought of leaving, especially for someone who you knew wouldn’t give you the same attention, but you knew there was no point in arguing.

“Alright,” you hesitantly sat up and took a moment to stretch before standing up, Mingyu doing the same and grabbing his things as you guys walked back to the car.

The whole ride and walk to the studio building were silent as you felt your nerves build up again. Mingyu had tried to cheer you up by making jokes and pointing out a few cool features of the building but you were too far in your own head to pay attention. For starters you were in a brand new building where everyone was staring at you weirdly, making you feel even more like an outsider than before. You were also spending the rest of the day with Jihoon, who was nice enough to you but he never made as much of an effort to get close to you as some of the others. He just kind of accepted the fact you were there and never paid much mind to you otherwise aside from a few rare occasions you caught him in a good mood. Just as you reached the door to the studio Mingyu paused and turned to look at you.

“Relax Y/N, he doesn’t bite,” he tried to assure you but it did nothing to help.

“This is the first time I’ve spent time with him alone, what if he doesn’t like me?” you questioned, causing the male to sigh.

“Hyung may be a bit reserved compared to some of us but he’s nice I promise, he just needs to warm up to you and this is the best way to do that yeah?” Mingyu bent down a bit so you two were eye level, waiting for you to nod in agreement before standing up again and knocking on the door. It took a few minutes but soon enough the door was opening and a tired looking Jihoon was poking his head out.

“I was starting to wonder if you got lost or something,” he teased as he opened the door fully. A purple glow filled the space behind him and you were suddenly curious about where it was coming from as you tried to subtly peak around him.

“A lot of traffic right now,” Mingyu explained, placing a hand on your shoulder and nodding at the older male briefly, “but I’ll leave you to it. Bye Y/N, bye Hyung, try not to bore her to death.”

“How exactly would I bore her to death huh?” Jihoon yelled out in response but Mingyu merely waved behind him as he continued walking away. The smaller rolled his eyes at his dongsaengs childishness before returning his attention to you. You did your best to smile at him but the tension was obvious no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Jihoon noticed and sighed before stepping aside to let you in, “Come on in Y/N, feel free to look around just try not to bump into or drop anything.” You glanced at him one last time before walking into the studio, mouth and eyes widening in awe as you looked around. The room was beautiful, cast in a purple glow from his lights in contrast to the white furniture. With the way the room was decorated and laid out you would have assumed it was the living room of a fancy apartment rather than a studio. That is, if it weren’t for the instruments and recording equipment in the corner. In your amazement you briefly forgot you weren’t alone until you heard Jihoon clear his throat. “Welcome to the Universe factory,” he said with an amused smile, “this is where I do most of my work save for occasionally working in the main studio. Do you like it?”

“It’s so pretty!” you mused, “everything in here looks so expensive.”

“It kind of is,” Jihoon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck and snickering when he saw you suddenly tense up, “relax it’s not like the room is made of glass. If I can trust Soonyoung and Mingyu in here without them breaking things I’m sure I can trust you.” He walked back over to his desk and took a seat, spinning the chair so he could see you and motioning for you to sit on the couch. “I was kind of hoping I would be done with this before you got here but it’s taking a bit longer than I expected. Just give me a moment to put the last touches on what I’m working on and then we can watch a show or something okay?” You took a seat and nodded, causing him to smile as he turned to face his computer.

“What are you working on?” you asked, sitting up a bit to try to see his computer. Jihoon didn’t answer immediately, tapping the desk as he tried to think of simple terms to describe his work. You misunderstood his silence as annoyance though and sunk back down in your seat, ears pressing back against your head. If Jihoon noticed how small you made yourself, he didn’t comment on it, clicking his tongue as he finally answered your question.

“I make music for our group,” he explained, “we record these songs and dances and then we go on stage and perform them for our fans. It’s my job to help make the songs and also make sure that it sounds good once we finish recording.” You perked up again as he explained his work, watching as he clicked on a few things before glancing at the keyboard beside him.

“You have a lot of instruments,” you commented as you also noticed the guitar in the corner, Jihoon chuckling a bit but not looking away from his work.

“I suppose I do,” he mused.

“Do you play them all?” you were partially worried your questions were annoying him but he didn’t seem to mind as he answered you without much thought.

“I usually stick with the guitar if I’m being honest but yes I know how to play all of them, and a few more that I don’t own in here.”

“You do all of that and sing and dance?” you asked, unable to hide how impressed you were.

“Yep, that’s my job,” Jihoon replied, making you look at him in slight shock and slight amusement.

“You’re really talented,” you blurted out after a moment of staring at him. Jihoon blushed a bit at the compliment, but since he was still facing the computer you couldn’t see it, which he was honestly thankful for.

“Thank you,” he murmured, trying to keep his tone level.

“Could you sing something for me? I want to hear what your voice sounds like?” you requested.

“You’re hearing my voice right now?” Jihoon teased, obviously knowing that isn’t what you meant and just wanting to give you a hard time.

“I meant your singing voice!” you clarified despite picking up on his intention.

“No really? I never would have guessed,” Jihoon sarcastically exclaimed as he turned to look over his shoulder at you. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he watched you frown in response to his teasing, “Alright fine you win. Once I finish this track I’ll sing something for you, I’ll even play the guitar if you stay quiet long enough to let me finish with no distractions, deal?” You didn’t need to be told twice, making the motion of zipping your mouth shut as you adjusted to lay down on the couch. The sound of clicking resumed as Jihoon went back to work and you busied yourself with scanning the room. The room was very clean you noticed and the lighting gave it a very soft cozy feeling. It blended well with Jihoons natural scent which you realized was also very clean and soft, quite the contrast from Mingyu who you could still briefly smell on the collar of your shirt. Then again, Jihoons whole presence was a contrast from Mingyu so you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised.

The next thing your attention went to was the cheap material still wrapped around your neck, the itching feeling returning now that you weren’t distracted. Whimpering softly, you found yourself scratching and pulling at the collar. You could feel the tension with each tug as if the band would snap at any second and part of you hoped it would. You knew hybrids needed collars to be protected and not confused as strays but why did they have to be so uncomfortable? You were so focused on tugging at the collar that you once again were oblivious to the figure standing above you until you felt him reach out and undo the collar, letting it drop from your neck. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief as you rubbed the now red skin of your neck, finally looking up to lock eyes with Jihoon.

“You know if you wanted it off you could have taken it off?” he pointed out, “this is my personal studio no ones going to come in without permission. Even if we were to go outside you’d be with me so I don’t think anyone would care too much.” He pulled the collar away from you and tossed it between his hands for a moment, wincing when he ran his fingers over it. “Damn that really is uncomfortable, how do you wear this?”

“I have to,” you reminded as you sat up, “I’d get in trouble if I didn’t.”

“Stupid hybrid laws,” Jihoon hissed under his breath as he tossed the collar onto his desk, the metal clasp clanking against the top loudly. You briefly registered him mumbling something else but not loud enough to make out the words. Jihoon grabbed his guitar before moving to sit next to you, testing a few of the strings to make sure it was still in tune. “You still want me to play a song for you right?” he asked when you gave him a questioning look, “anything in particular you want?”

“Anything as long as you wrote it,” you said, making him laugh a bit as he looked down at the instrument in his lap.

“Easy enough,” he said. Jihoon played a few more notes and nodded his head to get familiar with the melody before slowly beginning the song. You listened eagerly as he began singing along with the soft melody, his voice just as soft but more beautiful than you imagined. If anything you actually found it rather calming, leaning towards him a bit as if to hear the song better. He blushed a bit at the close proximity but ignored it in favor of focusing on his singing. The song ended way too quick for your liking but you still smiled and clapped when it was over.

“That was beautiful,” you complimented, watching as he put the guitar back.

“Thank you I’m glad you liked it,” he said as he returned to his spot beside you, “that’s one of my solo songs I’ve been working on. You’re actually the first one to hear it.”

“I’m honored then.” you mused with a nod which made him chuckle.

“Do you sing at all?” he asked after a minute.

“I’ve never tried, I don’t even know if I can,” you confessed, causing Jihoon to frown a bit.

“Do you want to try? I could probably give you a few pointers if you want to learn?” you merely shrugged at his suggestion which made him sigh, “maybe next time then.” You two sat in silence for what felt like forever, Jihoon lost in thought and you battling your thoughts of whether you should try getting close to him or giving him space. “You’re still scared of me aren’t you?” he asked, effectively startling you.

“Who said I was-”

“It’s pretty obvious you are,” he cut you off, turning to make eye contact with you, “you’ve been distant ever since you walked in here, also the walls may be soundproof but the area near the door isn’t. I was waiting for you so I heard what you said with Mingyu.” The realization of what he said made you feel guilty, shrinking up again before Jihoon reached a hand out to stop you. “Relax, I'm not mad or anything, I just want to know what I’m doing wrong that’s all,” he said. He cautiously placed his hand on your shoulder to get you to sit up, careful as if he would burn you should he touch you any harder. You bit your lip and cast your gaze to the ground as you tried to think of a response.

“It’s not what you did I just…I didn’t think you liked me very much since you never really seemed to want to spend time with me,” you practically whispered the last part but Jihoon still heard it.

“I’ll admit when Soonyoung brought you home I wasn’t too thrilled about the thought of keeping a hybrid around,” he admitted, “but, before you start to overthink let me finish. It wasn’t because I didn’t like you, I just worried that we would be too busy with our work and I didn’t want anyone to get distracted or you to get abandoned. Trust me if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have agreed to have you in here. I’m just not as affectionate or clingy as some of the others are but I’m sure you’ve noticed that by now.” Now that you thought about it, everything he was saying did make sense. You knew he wasn’t as clingy as Soonyoung or Jeonghan, and he did still occasionally make an effort to talk to you, so you assumed you had just been overreacting. Jihoon noticed you getting into your own head again and shook you to get your attention back. “Okay come here, enough of this,” he said as he pulled you into a brief but warm hug. Even though it didn’t last long, the motive was enough to make you smile. “I’ll warm up to physical affection eventually but even before you don’t have to avoid me okay? I may be busy but if you want someone to keep company you can at least come sit with me.” Seeing your smile widen was the confirmation he needed that you agreed, giving your shoulder one last squeeze before letting go and standing up with a grunt, “Alright enough negativity. We have just over two hours before we have to head back to the dorms and I want you to have at least some good memories of me. Have you seen any anime shows or movies?” You swore you saw him visibly light up when you shook your head no, practically running to his computer and motioning for you to move over so you could see, “Well I know what we’re doing then.”

Your anime marathon ended up lasting longer than expected, with you half asleep on the couch and Jihoon not realizing how late it was until he got a text from Seungcheol asking where you two were. Wordlessly he packed up the studio for the night and led you out to where a driver was already waiting for you guys since he admitted he didn’t drive. Though you were too tired to really process much after the long day you had, falling asleep curled against the back seat. Jihoon gave in after a few minutes, however, and moved you so you were laying on his shoulder so your neck wouldn’t be stiff when you woke up. He texted the guys to let them know you were on your way home, meaning he wasn’t surprised when Soonyoung met them at the driveway.

“You had me worried sick!” he whisper yelled as he pulled you out of the car and into his arms, careful not to wake you.

“You were worried about me and not Mingyu? I’m offended,” Jihoon whispered back as he got out of the car, “we were at the studio and lost track of time, it’s not like I took her out to a party or anything.” Soonyoung didn’t care to listen, already taking you inside and up to your room so you could rest, some of the others greeting Jihoon as he walked in.

“So how did it go?” Mingyu asked with a knowing smirk.

“I hate to admit it but I think this one on one time was actually a good idea,” Jihoon confessed, “it was a lot nicer than I thought.”

“I told you!” Jeonghan exclaimed, nudging an annoyed Seungcheol.

“This was just day one, we’ll see about the rest,” he reminded as he pushed the younger male off of him.

“Well Y/Ns asleep and I doubt with how clingy he’s being that Soonyoung is coming back down,” Jihoon pointed out, “should we just draw the next two names while they’re gone?”

“Might as well, before everyone else goes to bed,” Jeonghan agreed. Mingyu grabbed the hat that was still resting on the counter, and shook it around before reaching his hand in.

“Alright then, who’s next?”

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hvcmixtape · 1 year

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one bed, two friends

pairing: college student!joshua x reader wc: ~1000 words genre: fluff ; no trigger warnings

you're just looking out for joshua when it's too late at night and you offer for him to sleep over, right?

note: a request from val @fairybinie who wanted friends to lovers plot with joshua <3 mayyyyy or may not have been based on two very recent experiences i had with someone...

“Joshua, you know it’s like,” you glance down at the wall across from the couch. A yawn prevents you from connecting your sentence. “Almost 11:20. Don’t you have to get back to your dorm? Like I’m sure Seokmin might be a little concerned.”

You two may have gotten a little carried away watching a new series that everyone’s been raving about. Sure, you two were supposed to just get dinner, but in between bites, you talked about how you’ve been waiting for the right time to watch, and Joshua asked you if there ever is a right time.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting barely an inch away from one another underneath a blanket, trying to deny that there was anything going on between you. Just laughing a little too loud when he makes a joke based on a scene in one of the episodes and leaning your head on Joshua’s shoulder beside you when you can’t stomach a jumpscare. Those aren’t really things to be writing home about, especially not the fact that you barely checked your phone over the 4 hours he’s spent at your apartment so far.

“I mean, it is a little far for me to be walking home at this late time at night, don’t you think?” Joshua tugs the blanket a little closer to him and sinks a little farther into the couch. His voice is softer than usual, making sense of the situation.

You nod. “You can just sleep here tonight. Joonie’s at Soonyoung’s dorm, doing God knows what at this hour,” you chuckle. “So she’s not coming back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Thanks, (Y/N), I really appreciate it.” It’s not like he hasn’t slept over before either. It’s almost the end of the semester, and he’s found himself curled up on this same couch at least 3 times. But each of those times was after Mingyu took it upon himself to host drinking parties at your apartment and a few of the guys had to stay back with Joshua because the effects of alcohol were greater than their bodies.

This situation, however, has never happened before. A flush brushes across your cheeks as you scratch the back of your neck. “So where do you want to sleep?”

“What are you comfortable with?” is the first question that comes out of Joshua’s mouth. “I mean—”

“Anything is fine. What are you comfortable with?”

With a soft smile, he replies, “Anything is fine with me too.”

It embarrasses you to say it, considering the tiptoe-ing both of you have been doing, but you let it out before you can stop yourself. “Do you want to sleep on my bed?”

You can see Joshua’s mouth gape with a shift in his gaze, and you are ready to take it back. You dig your fingernails into the flesh of your palms underneath the blanket. There’s a breath stuck in your throat. You should just take it back. Anything for your best friend to not look at you weirdly and want to start walking back to his dorm at 11 at night—

“Sure, if you’re okay with that.” Joshua’s sincere smile washes away all your worries. “I’ll just send a quick message to Seokmin to let him know I’m not coming home tonight.”

Something about that statement makes your cheeks not only flush but burn. You walk away before he can get a sight of your tomato face, running your fingers through your hair multiple times as you enter your bedroom.

Joshua comes not soon after, holding the blanket in his hand. “Ready?” He tosses the blanket onto the foot of the bed.

“In a bit,” you mutter, slipping your body around him to grab your toothbrush. You look at his reflection in the mirror, settling on your bed as if it’s normal. His crossed legs, his back against the wall of your bedroom; how did he look so good just being ready for bed?

Your gaze falls as soon as his eyes meet yours, and you brush your teeth for as long as you can. Anything to prolong having to be in the same bed, at the same time—

Okay, now you’re drooling, so you spit out the toothpaste and wipe your face. You can do this, right?

“Do you like to sleep on the inside or outside?” Joshua asks as soon as you walk back into the bedroom. He stands next to your bed with a grin bright as ever, but his tired eyes betray him.

“Inside is fine.” With a scan around your bedroom, you cross your arms and scrunch your nose at your messy desk and the pile of things forming in your closet. It’s a challenge to tackle for another day, so you turn off the light and crawl into bed, scooching over as far toward the wall as you can so Joshua can come in right after.

With the light off, you rely on your other senses to gauge how Joshua’s feeling. You’re like two sardines in this twin-sized bed that's only enough for one person, arms either crossed or tucked to your sides. His breath is labored and shallow.

The moonlight transcends the mere fabric of the curtains beside your bed, landing slightly on Joshua’s face. “Are you having a hard time sleeping too?” You ask, counting dots on the ceiling to try to pass time.

“Yeah. You have a small bed.”

“Not much I can do about the bed.”

“Well, maybe we can get a little closer?” Joshua turns on his side, and his gaze is so intense that you turn over to look at him. He can’t help but rest his hand on your waist since there are barely a few inches between the two of you. The soft sigh you let out is the last thing Joshua hears before he closes his eyes to finally rest.

(No, there’s nothing wrong with sharing a bed when there’s only one bed, but when it’s you and your friend?

It’ll never be the same.)

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savventeen · 1 year

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you glow pink in the night

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader rating: G wc: 1.7k prompt: none, i just wanted to post something for minghao's bday <3 summary: you and minghao are in a long-distance relationship, and minghao returns to his apartment after meeting you in person for the first time. he finds a surprise you left for him in his luggage warnings: none tags: fluff, just pure romantic fluff, long-distance relationship, Yearning™️, talks about kissing, they are so in love it's insane, love letters a/n: i wanted to break my angst streak and post something soft for minghao day. also, while it's not explicitly stated, i wrote this as the reader being a transwoman! if that bothers you in any way, please do not interact, thank you 💜 (this was originally a sapphic minjoon threadfic that i'd posted on twitter) a/n pt. 2: there are two theme songs for this fic — can't help falling in love cover by ingrid michaelson and pink in the night by mitski

The apartment is quiet as Minghao enters.

First, there are the soft thumps of his sneakers when he toes them off in the entryway. Then, the jingle of keys as he drops them onto the countertop, the acrylic frog keychain you had gifted him clinking softly against the tile, followed by the low whirring of wheels across the wood floor as he drags his suitcase behind him to the bedroom.

The springs squeak as he flops face down onto his mattress with an exhausted grunt, and then — silence.

He's never been a huge fan of silence. Don't get him wrong, he loves the quiet — soft moments in nature or normally bustling parks.

But silence, pure silence, the kind that feels like it compounds in on itself until it feels like you're completely ensnared in it — it always leaves a little too much room for unwanted thoughts to flutter to the forefront of his consciousness, swirling and uncatchable like dust motes in the afternoon sunlight.

This particular silence echoes a little louder than usual, though. The absence is felt a little more keenly — the yearning leaning a little bit more towards unbearable than not.

He really should have expected this — a crash, one that would inevitably come after such an incredible high.

And oh, what a high it had been.

He had saved and managed and planned and saved some more until finally, finally, the stars had aligned, and he'd been able to take time off of work and school and book a flight to New York — to where the other half of his heart lives.

To you, his long-distance girlfriend of two years and the woman he planned to marry someday.

For an entire week, you'd gotten to live in each other’s pockets, gotten to never be more than an arm’s length away instead of thousands of miles. Gotten to be face-to-face, heart-to-heart, (lips-to-lips), instead of screen-to-screen.

It had been heaven.

And like all things, the good and the bad and everything in between, it had come to an end.

So here he lay, a fourteen-hour flight and an hour-and-a-half bus ride later, in a space devoid of the warmth of soft skin and high-pitched giggles that he'd just had the privilege of getting to hold in the palms of his hands.

His surroundings had so swiftly gone from hallowed to hollow, and he releases a shaky sigh into his pillow.

He doesn't want to sink any further into that line of thinking, so he rolls over and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his oversized hoodie, turning on his playlist full of swooping orchestral music and blasting it at full volume.

He tosses it beside him and goes to get up and start unpacking before realizing he almost forgot to do something important.

Snatching his phone back up, he holds it up above him as he's lying on the bed and turns on the front-facing camera.

Before he can overthink how tired he looks, hair falling all over the place and bags under his puffy eyes, he snaps a quick photo and sends it to you. He follows it up with a few quick texts letting you know he made it home.

to: y/n ❤️✨🌻

made it back to my place in one piece (but just a little emptier) (my heart is still with you, my love)

The melancholic yearning starts to creep up his spine once more, and before the vines can root themselves too deeply, he flings himself up from the bedspread and starts making a mental checklist of all the things he needs to get done before he goes to sleep.

First on the list: unpack his suitcase.

He looks to where his mint green hardshell luggage sits innocently at the end of the bed and stares down one of the anthropomorphic bonsai stickers that cover it.

Pointing a faux-threatening finger at it, he states, "You're up, bubs."

He expects unpacking to take no longer than ten minutes — all he needs to do is fling his clothes into the dirty laundry pile in the corner of his room, tuck his accessories away in their respective places on the dresser and in the bathroom, and then carefully put the few books he took with him back on the bookshelf.

Easy peasy. Except, when he kneels on the floor and opens the suitcase, he's not sure how much time he loses just staring at the sight before him.

Instead of the chaotic pile he'd carelessly tossed in the night before his flight back, everything he'd brought with him sits folded and rolled neatly, perfectly in place.

What catches the breath in his lungs and causes his heart to tremble, though, is the large envelope that sits atop everything, addressed to him in an elegant, curling script and sealed with a kiss the exact shade of coral he knows is your favorite.

"Oh, y/n..."

And he could probably blame the way his eyes are already watering with tears on the exhaustion from travel, but he knows that's only part of it.

The real reason is that even now, after two years of loving and being loved by you, he still isn't used to how you're able to fill his heart more and more each day.

With a slightly trembling hand, he picks up the envelope and brings it up to his nose, catching a whiff of vanilla and something sugary sweet — your perfume — before clutching it to his chest for a moment.

"Jagi, you're too precious, please," he pleads to the air, not sure what to do with the affection swelling up inside his chest like a helium balloon.

For a few moments, he lets himself bask in the glow of the feeling blossoming between his ribs — one that's always blossoming when it comes to you, over and over with new and more beautiful blooms.

He takes a deep breath in and releases it, slow.

Minghao tries to open the envelope as carefully as he can, but he has to stop and run to the kitchen for a pair of scissors so he can open it without tearing anything.

But soon enough, he's back in front of his suitcase with a beautifully hand-written letter in his grasp, and he dives head-over-heels into the elegant script.

My dearest Minghao, My love, my hope, my heart — this last week has been one of the happiest of my entire life. Never before have I felt so wholly myself, and never have I ever felt so wholly loved. Minghao, my beautiful moon, I feel so blessed that I got to bask in your light — that I got to see those wonderful little craters you call dimples up close and personal, that I got to press kiss after kiss onto them in the hopes that one day I might come close to filling them. Hopefully, someday soon, I can try again. Ever since I got to know you, you've been such an inspiration to me, in so many wonderful ways. One of the best (and sometimes worst) things I've learned from you is how to be present in each moment — how to let myself feel every joy and every pain, and to hold on to the things that matter. Not by force, but by faith — faith that the good things will keep coming back, and that they are worth putting into things other than just our memories. And so that's what I tried to do this last wonderful, unforgettable week: capture the memories in something besides my full-to-bursting heart. And because all I have will always be yours, these little pieces of me — of us — are yours as well. I hope they bring a little bit of relief to what I know will be a hard separation for both of us. Just know that someday we will get to hold each other again, and the next time I have you in my arms, I'm never letting go. I love you, Xu Minghao. More than any words could ever express. But since words are all I have, I will never cease to give them to you. I love you. As surely as the waves kiss the shore, I love you, I love you, I love you. Yours, always and forever, y/n

It takes Minghao a while to get to the end of the letter, only because he has to keep stopping to wipe the tears from his eyes.

And then he has to put off unpacking for another fifteen minutes because his heart is just so full — the blooms in his chest threatening to burst out past his ribcage, growing and growing and making him feel like you captured the sun and tucked it away just behind his sternum.

And the feeling only grows as he starts to unpack and finds dozens of slips of paper tucked into and between all his belongings — scrap paper and napkins and even the backs of a few receipts all falling victim to your elegant hand.

I can't believe you're here. We held hands for the first time today, and I can't stop thinking about how your fingers tangled so perfectly with mine.

You smile at me, and I feel like my heart has melted and pooled in the center of my chest.

The barista made a teddy bear in your latte, and it made you so happy I wanted to lasso the universe if only to give you the stars.

Minghao, light of my life, you are so brilliant. Buy my god, you can be stupid. (I love it though. And you. So much. Don't ever change.)

I watched you bite your lip, and I have never been so desperate to kiss someone. To be kissed by someone. To be kissed by you. Kiss me, Minghao. Kiss me, and don't ever stop kissing me. Kiss me until the world has ended and we've returned to stardust. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

And like a river flows, surely to the sea, Minghao knows with every fiber of his being, that some things — the moon, the stars, you and him, together — some things are meant to be.

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