#strnsvt's writing

[strnsvt]

yoon jeonghan — pineapple's kiss and dad's wisdom.

dad!jeonghan ; mom!reader

jeonghan was greeted by the sound of laughter echoing through the house. a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he kicked off his shoes, the familiar warmth of home enveloping him.

making his way into the living room, he found you and ara sitting on the couch, your faces lit up with joy.

"what's all this laughter about?" jeonghan asked, kissing you and ara on the cheek before settling onto the carpeted floor, leaning his back against the couch, loosening his tie.

"go on, tell your papa what happened at school today," you prompted.

ara's laughter bubbled over as she leaned forward, eager to share her story with her father. "pineapple kissed me on the cheek!"

jeonghan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "pineapple kissed you on the cheek?" he repeated.

you nodded, adding "a boy in her class, she calls him pineapple cause he looks like one,"

jeonghan's eyebrows furrowed in bemusement, "first of all, how does one look like a pineapple?" he stammered, trying to wrap his head around the peculiar nickname.

"and secondly," he continued, his tone shifting to a more serious one, "you can't let a boy just kiss you like that, ara. you need to set boundaries,"

you nodded in agreement, placing a comforting hand on ara's shoulder. "your papa's right, ara. it's important to respect yourself and make sure others respect you too."

"i know, ma, papa. but i like him. and i liked when he kissed me. just like how you kiss ma,"

jeonghan sighs. his heart softening at ara's innocent nonetheless. "ara, sweetheart," he began gently, "i'm married to your ma, which is why we can do things like kiss each other. but for you, you're still very young,"

"that's right, honey. when you're older, you'll understand more about relationships and what's appropriate," you say, offering a small smile.

jeonghan paused, his thoughts swirling as he considered how to proceed. he recalled ara's innocent confusion about the concept of boyfriends, and he didn't want to inadvertently introduce more confusion into her young mind so he avoides using that word.

"ara," he began, "see, papa will be very upset if you allow a boy to kiss you," he says, his tone soft yet very firm.

ara glanced at you and then jeonghan as she nodded solemnly with a smile, "ok ma, papa. i'll listen," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

jeonghan's heart swelled with pride as he reached out to gently ruffle ara's hair. "that's my girl," he said softly, a warm smile gracing his lips.

as bedtime approached, jeonghan lifted ara onto his back, ready to give her a piggyback ride to her room. ara giggled with delight, wrapping her arms around her father's neck as they made their way down the hallway.

once ara was tucked into bed and drifting off to sleep, jeonghan returned to your room, he noticed you chuckling to yourself, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"what?" jeonghan asked, his brow raised in confusion as he undos the buttons on his wrist.

"it was just a kiss, jeonghan," you replied playfully, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you watched him.

jeonghan chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. "i know, i know," he said, his tone light and affectionate. "but you know how protective i can get when it comes to our little girl. she's five. she doesn't need a boyfriend,"

"boyfriend? do you think she knows even the meaning of it?"

"she doesn't. that's why i avoided using that word infront of her," jeonghan smiles, scoffing, "pineapple," he muttered, the corners of his lips curling up into a fond smile.

you chuckle too, "that was the nickname me and my friends had for you,"

"huh? when?"

"when i was crushing on you, of course,"

jeonghan's eyes widened in surprise at your revelation. "pineapple? really?" he asked, a mixture of amusement and curiosity evident in his tone.

you nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "yeah, it was just a silly nickname we came up with," you explained, your cheeks flushing slightly at the memory. "but it's funny how things come full circle, isn't it?"

jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head in fond disbelief. "i never would have guessed," he admitted, his gaze lingering on you with newfound warmth. "but i'm glad you stopped calling me that."

you grinned, reaching out to playfully poke his arm. "well, you'll always be my pineapple," you teased, a hint of affection in your voice.

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[strnsv]

<3

[wqnwoos]

it’s the middle of the night, and you are clinging to seungcheol like a lifeline.

there’s no particular reason. you can’t sleep, he’s not even trying to sleep, and he’s comfortable. so you wrap your arms around him like a koala, amused when he doesn’t even flinch, just lifts his arms a little to give you space, and continues scrolling.

“i’m going to suffocate you if i stay like this,” you say suddenly — slightly muffled with your cheek squished against the pillow.

seungcheol lowers his phone to glance at you, brown eyes soft in the dim lamplight of your room. “it’d be an honour to be suffocated by you,” he says, so solemnly you burst out laughing.

“cheol!”

“what?” he says defensively. “i’m serious! put that shit on my gravestone.”

“you are so — ”

“handsome?” he offers. “charming? perfect?” and he places an exaggeratedly grateful hand over his chest; “babe.”

“annoying,” you finish, with a sigh that doesn’t disguise your smile. being completely and irrevocably in love has made you soft. maddeningly so.

“and yet you’re still dating me,” seungcheol counters with a bright grin and a kiss on your cheek. “so i win.”

“cheesy. so cheesy.” but you don’t detangle your limbs from his; you push yourself impossibly closer, nosing into his neck, leg over his thighs. and he doesn’t move away — he just smiles, brushes you with a feathery kiss.

it’s easy. familiar. it happens all the time, hugging your boyfriend. but it’s insistent in its own mundanity — you think you can stay with him forever and then some. and if you said it out loud, you know he’d echo the sentiment right back to you.

the beauty of it is more settled in the fact that you don’t have to say it out loud. both of you know. instead, you’ll complain about his cheesy lines and he’ll complain about your cold nose against his skin, and you’ll love each other always. enduring, withstanding, everlasting.

an / why do i write. i have no idea. someone stop me 😭

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[daegutowns]

hey there fellow mutual!! just wanted to request some girl-dad!jeonghan hcs or a oneshot or literally anything you want to write about it!! and and and i read almost everything and omg you write so well!! also, no pressure, you can ignore this 🫶🫶

-strnsvt

jiya!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ thank u for the compliments!! ily and your writing ♡

i wrote it over here for you mwahaha! i love girl dad jeonghan so much like why was i tearing up

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[strnsvt]

choi seungcheol — paws for love : a cozy couch chronicle.

as you're lounging on the couch, binge-watching your favorite tv show, seungcheol strolls into the room with kkuma trotting at his heels. kkuma immediately jumps onto the couch, plopping herself on your lap her tail wagging excitedly

seungcheol quirks an eyebrow, pretending to pout. "kkuma-ya, what about me? am i chopped liver?"

you chuckle, scratching kkuma behind the ears. "looks like you've got some competition, cheol. kkuma knows who the real mvp is around here,"

seungcheol lets out a mock gasp, clutching his heart dramatically. "betrayed by my own dog! what kind of world is this?"

you shoot him a playful grin. "don't worry, cheol. there's plenty of love to go around," you wink at him, earning a playful shove in return.

seungcheol leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "you know, i think kkuma's been spending a little too much time with you lately. i might have to start a jealousy training program,"

you laugh, swatting him lightly on the arm. "oh, please. like you could ever be jealous of little old me."

seungcheol wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "hey, i'm only human. and besides, who wouldn't be jealous of someone as charming as you?"

you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face betrays your amusement. "flattery will get you nowhere, mister,"

the three of you settle back into your cozy cocoon on the couch, the playful banter filling the air with warmth and laughter.

after all, in a house filled with love and laughter, there's always room for one more — even if that someone happens to have four legs and a wagging tail.

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[strnsvt]

yoon jeonghan — start your day with love and cherry tomatoes.

dad!jeonghan ; mom!reader

sunday morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. while you and jeonghan slept peacefully, ara had already woken up, her energy unfazed by the early hour.

she embraces her bunny plushie once, wishing it a good morning and hushing it, "shhh! let's not wake up ma and papa jus' yet,"

quietly padding into the kitchen, ara retrieved a safety knife and a container of cherry tomatoes from the fridge. with careful precision, she sliced the tomatoes in half, a look of concentration on her face.

as she popped a few tomato halves into her mouth, ara couldn't help but smile at the burst of flavor. satisfied with her snack, she divided the remaining cherry tomatoes into two bowls.

balancing the bowls carefully, ara made her way to your room, a glint in her eyes. placing the bowls on the nightstand, she leaned over to gently shake jeonghan awake.

"papa, wake up," ara whispered, her voice filled with excitement. but jeonghan won't budge. even after ara shook him.

so she walks over to your side, "ma, wake up," she says as finally you stir. "good morning ma," ara wishes.

"good morning sweetheart," you greet her with a yawn, reaching out to pull her on the bed between you and jeonghan.

ara giggles, snuggling close to you under covers, gradually waking jeonghan up as he rubs his eyes and blinks them open, "morning, princess," jeonghan whispers, kissing ara then you on the forehead.

ara smiles widely, standing on the bed between you two as she announces that she had chopped cherry tomatoes by herself.

"you did?" jeonghan questions with a smile.

ara nods exitedly as she points to the bowls on the nightstand. jeonghan reaches out to take the bowls carefully, handing one over to you.

"you did a fantastic job, sweetheart," you praise, popping the cherry tomatoes in your mouth. jeonghan does the same, munching on the fruit as he feeds some to ara as well.

after emptying the bowls, ara offers to place them in the sink, as she takes them from your hands and skips towards the kitchen.

"time flies, doesn't it?" jeonghan says, glancing over to you with a smile.

you nod, "it feels like just yesterday when she was a baby," you say, your voice tinged with nostalgia, "but look at her now. she's growing to be such a wonderful young lady,"

in that moment, amidst the morning sunlight and the aroma of cherry tomatoes, jeonghan couldn't imagine a more perfect way to start the day.

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[strnsvt]

jeon wonwoo — words and kisses: breaking through writer's block.

warning; suggestive

the blinking cursor on wonwoo's laptop screen taunted him, each blink echoing his frustration as he struggled to coax coherent thoughts onto the blank document.

sighing, he leans back, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the impending deadline pressing down on him.

just then, you peek into his room, noticing his furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his face. you knock twice to grab his attention, "im preparing cookie- hey, what's up?"

wonwoo looks at you wearily, "im not able to get anything down,"

"lemme see," you offered, as you step into the room, you notice the scattered papers — some fallen down and some on his desk. (he must be writing on paper, but found the laptop more efficient.) you move closer, peering at the laptop screen. the document is mostly empty, save for a few incomplete sentences. you pat his thigh, needing approval, which he gives as he holds your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"i'm just stuck. it's like my mind's drawing a complete blank," he murmurs, his voice tinged with frustration.

you look at the screen, observing the scattered phrases and disjointed sentences. "easy," you say as you start typing quickly. you start by deleting the unwanted short lines, converting single words to sentences, opening another tab, finding references — all in a matter of ten minutes. "we can change this to this and..."

so focused on the work, you forgot it was wonwoo you're helping. while he got worn out(and bored) wonwoo watched in amazement as you effortlessly rearranged his chaotic thoughts into a structured and coherent narrative.

"y/n,"

"hm?"

"lets take a break,"

"wait, just a bit..."

"y/n," he calls again, "lets take a break,"

"yeah, just a little bit...then we can stop,"

"y/n. . .y/n," you ignored, not even bothered to hum as a query.

wonwoo sighs. he now grasps the feeling of being in your shoes — whenever he's the one playing games. wonwoo lets out another tired sigh. but this time, he shifts your hair to the side, placing a kiss on your nape.

seeing the goosebumps rise upon, he smirks. wonwoo continues to further place little pecks. "wonwoo," you sigh his name. this time, he ignores you, placing open mouth kisses on your nape, making you whine.

wonwoo runs his hands on your waist, finally stopping you from typing. with a swift movement, he turns you around so now that you're facing him — straddling him. wonwoo's lips meet yours into a lazy yet lingering kiss, his hands roaming on your back.

"y/n,"

"yeah?"

"let's take a damn break,"

"wonwoo,"

"hm?"

"the cookies must've gotten burnt."

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[strnsvt]

yoon jeonghan — midnight sweetness : whispers of sweet secrecy.

dad!jeonghan ; mom!reader

whispered laughs echoed late at night, as jeonghan and ara stealthily navigated the dimly lit kitchen.

"shhh," jeonghan hushes, gently lifting ara and settling her atop the kitchen counter. "let's keep it quiet, don't want to wake your ma from her sleep." his quieted tone carried both caution and excitement, which makes ara giggle and parrot her dad's hush.

with careful precision, jeonghan takes out the tub of ice cream from the freezer, and two bowls from the rack — scooping a little for himself and a smaller portion for ara.

"gimme gimme gimme," ara does the grabby hands.

"nuh, what do we say?"

"juseyo~"

"good girl," he praises as he hands her the bowl and spoon.

midst their indulgence, a gasp echoed from the kitchen doorway. jeonghan and ara froze spoons suspended in mid-air. you stood — your arms crossed over your chest and your silhouette framed in the doorway, a mixture of shock and disappointment on your face.

jeonghan exchanged a quick glance with ara, their guilty expressions mirroring each other. he took a deep breath, setting down his spoon and bowl. "surprise?" he offered a sheepish smile, trying to diffuse the situation.

ara, glanced between her father and you, unsure how to react to the unexpected interruption of their secret snack time. "it was papa's idea," she says, pointing at him.

your eyes softened slightly as you fought to keep a stern expression, "is that so?" you teased, raising an eyebrow at jeonghan.

jeonghan, caught red-handed, chuckled nervously. "well, i may have encouraged a late-night treat, but ara was an enthusiastic co-conspirator, i assure you."

you couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the sight of your husband and daughter caught in their midnight escapade. "i see, so it was a joint mission, huh?" you remarked, stepping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, arms still crossed, but a playful glint in your eyes.

ara squirmed a bit, feeling caught between your gaze. "sorry, ma," she murmured, her cheeks flushing with guilt.

you softened your expression, ruffling ara's hair gently. "it's okay, sweetie. i know how tempting ice cream can be, especially when papa's involved." you shot a teasing look at jeonghan, who chuckled in response.

"can i have some too?" you asked, pretending to pout playfully.

jeonghan grinned, already reaching for another bowl. "of course,"

as you settled onto a stool beside ara, the three of you indulged in the sweet treat, sharing laughs and stories from your day. the kitchen, once filled with whispers and hidden giggles, was now filled with a comfortable atmosphere, a late-night bonding session between the three.

after finishing the ice cream, you took the bowls from them and placed them in the sink. "well, as fun as this was, it's getting late. time for little sneak-thieves to head back to bed," you said, trying to sound stern — but failing to hide a smile.

jeonghan lifted ara off the counter, giving her a piggyback ride towards her bedroom, whispering goodnight and promises of more secret midnight escapades in the future. you followed behind, grateful for these small moments that brought your family closer together, even if it meant surprise ice cream raids in the middle of the night.

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[strnsvt]

lee chan — unexpected nights and tipsy confessions.

warning; suggestive

the night was draped in a hushed stillness when an unexpected ring of the doorbell resonated through your apartment.

you cautiously opened the door to find a slightly disheveled and visibly intoxicated chan standing on your doorstep.

"hey," he slurred, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "mind if i crash here for the night?"

"mhm," concern etched your features, "come in," you reply.

chan sits by the doorway, removing his shoes — tucking his socks in them respectively. you help him get up as he stumbled into your apartment, the scent of alcohol clung to him as he made his way to the living room.

as chan settled on your couch, his drunken laughter echoed in the quiet room. he suddenly burst into a tipsy rendition of some song he created on the spot. his voice, usually smooth and controlled, now wavered with each note as he stumbled through the lyrics, creating a comical yet endearing scene. you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. "c'mon," you take his arm around your shoulders — leading him to the bedroom.

you help him onto the bed, as he flops down with a content sigh. chan gazes up at you, his expression softening. "you're a lifesaver. i love you, you know that?" you simply smile, pulling the blanket over him but he refuses, "hey. i love you, y/n,"

"get some rest," you say, leaning down, kissing his forehead, turning around to exit the room but stopping as chan grasped your wrist.

"y/n. . .i said i love you," chan pulls you in, making you lay beside him. he begins brushing his lips on your face as he shifts to get on top of you. "love me," kiss, "love me now!" he goes south — placing open-mouth kisses on your neck.

"oof..." you sigh, "chan...stop it" you mumble "gosh...you're so annoyingly adorable,"

"im annoying, i know," kiss, "shut me up," kiss "kiss me,"

"you're a mess,"

"i know," he chuckles.

"chan..." he doesn't let you speak, his lips meeting yours into a messy kiss.

"y/n...mhm~"

"chan?"

"hmm..." he moans, grinding himself onto you. you gasp, eyes widening as you push him off, not wanting to do anything that you'll regret the next morning.

ignoring the muffled whine from chan, you get up form the bed, leaning down to tuck him under the duvet as finally — his whines die down and he falls asleep.

_

chan awoke a little later, his head throbbing slightly. rubbing his temples, he glanced beside him, only to find the bed empty. a curious frown etched on his face, he pushed himself up — with a cautious glance around the room, swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

the living room greeted him with a soft glow from the lamp, and there you were, engrossed in your studies on the laptop. the gentle tapping of keys filled the air as chan approached quietly.

he hugged you from behind, kissing your cheek, surprising you, "stop being so smart," he says, peering at the screen on your lap, admiring you for studying at this hour.

you chuckled at chan's playful interruption. "well someone has to keep up with you," you teased, your fingers finding their way to his intertwined hands.

"y/n,"

"hm?"

"i love you,"

you simply turn your head to place a kiss on his cheek and offer a small smile which chan mirrors. chan understands how much importance those three words hold for you. he wont hear them now. not now. but soon. someday. he's sure of it.

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[strnsvt]

yoon jeonghan — a journey beyond platform 9¾.

dad!jeonghan ; mom!reader

the sky hung heavy with clouds as, jeonghan, you and ara navigated through the bustling crowd at king's cross station.

the air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth of excitement radiating from ara.

approaching the barrier between platforms nine and ten, you exchanged a glance with jeonghan. gripping ara's hands tightly, you led the way with a sense of purpose.

as the three of you neared the solid brick wall, ara's enthusiasm waned, replaced by a flicker of nervousness. her grip on the trolley tightened, knuckles turning white as uncertainty clouded her features.

sensing ara's hesitation, you knelt down beside her, offering a reassuring smile. your voice a soothing balm against her nerves. "just keep pushing the trolley straight ahead, and the magic will take care of the rest,"

jeonghan crouched beside you, his expression warm and encouraging. "you've got this," he added, "just trust in yourself hmn?"

ara's eyes flicked between you and jeonghan, a mixture of uncertainty and determination in her gaze. "but what if i mess it up?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

you reached out, gently cupping ara's face in your hands. "you won't mess it up, ara," you said firmly, meeting her gaze with unwavering reassurance. "you're brave. you're capable. and you're destined for greatness. just believe in yourself,"

jeonghan placed a hand on ara's shoulder, his touch a comforting presence. "and remember, ara," he said softly, his voice filled with paternal pride, "even if you stumble along the way, we'll be right here to catch you, sweetheart."

ara took a deep breath, drawing strength from your words and the unwavering support of her parents.

with newfound resolve, she squared her shoulders and took a tentative step forward, the trolley rattling against the cobblestones beneath her feet.

the world seemed to blur around her as ara pushed the trolley with increasing speed, her heart pounding in her chest. the rush of wind against her face was cool.

and then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the resistance vanished, replaced by the sensation of cool air and the sound of distant chatter.

ara's eyes widened in wonder as she found herself standing on platform 9¾, the hogwarts express looming before her in all its splendor.

a smile of triumph spread across ara's face as she turned to you and her father, her nerves now replaced by a newfound sense of confidence. "i did it!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing with pride.

she knew deep down that she was meant for greatness, just like her parents, each embodying different traits that she admired and aspired to embody herself;

she wanted to be like her dad — a cunning, determined yet sweet slytherin, and like you — brave, wise, loyal and ambitious.

as the train's departure drew near, ara's heart pounded with anticipation. with a deep breath, she gathered her courage and stepped onto the train, disappearing into the bustling crowd of students.

but just as the final call echoed through the platform, ara halted. a surge of emotion washed over her, and she turned back, running towards you and jeonghan with urgency in her steps.

throwing her arms around both of you in a tight embrace, ara's voice trembled with emotion. "i'll miss you, ma, papa," she whispered.

you and jeonghan held ara close, returning her embrace with equal affection. "we'll miss you too, sweetheart," you murmured.

jeonghan pressed a kiss to ara's forehead, his voice gentle but resolute. "take care of yourself," he said softly. "and remember, no matter where you go, our love will always be with you."

with one final squeeze, ara reluctantly released her hold, wiping away a stray tear as she turned to board the train once more. as the doors closed behind her, a mixture of pride and sadness washed over you and jeonghan.

jeonghan holds you close by wrapping an arm around your waist as you both watch the train disappear to hogwarts.

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[strnsvt]

lee chan — a journey beyond playground.

you were 7, and so was chan, as he observed you always accompanying your older brother, soonyoung, to the playground. where you would sit on a bench, with a stray cat on your lap, observing your brother play football with his friends.

seated in your familiar spot, you would find solace in the routines of watching and the comforting presence of the stray cat amidst the playful chaos of the field.

then suddenly an accident occurred — the football flew over to you, hitting right on your head, causing the startled cat to hiss and run away, as you instinctively pressed your palms against where the football hit you.

your brother ran towards you, hurriedly asking if you were alright, cupping your face to look at your head. as you winced from the sudden impact, another concerned figure darted towards you— chan, rushing to your aid. "you ok? im sorry," he says, worry evident in his voice. you just looked down, tears falling from your eyes as your brother consoles you, "don't cry, don't cry,"

reaching out a tentative hand, unsure of how to comfort you. chan's eyes searched for a solution, a way to erase the mistake, but at that moment, his presence alone offered a strange reassurance. your tear-filled gaze met his, and a wordless understanding passed between you.

you stopped accompanying your brother to the playground then after and chan's remorse weighed heavily on his young shoulders, blaming himself for your absence from the playground. days turned into months, and the field felt emptier without your presence, a void chan couldn't shake off.

chan was 9, and so were you, when soonyoung invited him to your house. chan felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation as he followed soonyoung to your house. the memories of the accident weighed heavily on his mind.

upon reaching your doorstep, soonyoung rang the doorbell, the sound echoing through the silence. as the door creaked open, chan's heart raced with uncertainty. he glanced up, meeting your gaze as you stood in the doorway, a mix of surprise and curiosity flashing across your face. "i've got chan along,"

while soonyoung excused himself to the bathroom, chan and you sat on the sofa, the living room filled with silence. so chan starts — he calls your name, asking you why you don't join your brother to the playground. you simply shrug, telling him that you've found football boring, and that you've found a hobby to entertain yourself with. as soonyoung returned from the bathroom, the conversation shifted to lighter topics.

chan's visit became a catalyst, planting the seeds of a potential return to the playground, and perhaps, the rekindling of a friendship that had been paused by an unexpected accident.

you were 12, and so was chan, when you two had become good friends, or more. chan would hold your hand and take you to his secret hideout.

once, chan, took you to his hideout and kissed you on the cheek. overwhelmed by shyness, you slapped him. your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as you quickly averted your gaze, feeling flustered by the unexpected turn of events.

chan, taken aback by your reaction, immediately pulled back, his eyes widening in astonishment. "i'm so sorry...i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he stammered, regret and concern evident in his voice.

the both of you go to college now. you being busy with your academics and a goal in your mind to top all your classes, didn't interact with chan or any of your friends.

sitting across from each other, chan and soonyoung ate in a rather uneasy silence. chan sighs, "what is it hyung?"

soonyoung simply takes a bite out of the bread.

"hyung, you're making it worse,"

"lee chan. . .do you like y/n?"

soonyoung's question hung heavy in the air, the silence amplifying its weight. chan, taken aback by the directness of the inquiry, paused for a moment, his gaze shifting uncomfortably before meeting soonyoung's eyes. "what?"

"im serious, chan, my sister doesn't need a distraction from her studies."

"you're treating her like she's seven." chan scoffs, "hyung, we've grown now. you know you should stop being so overprotective to her."

"i know what im doing. im her brother, you brat,"

"i get it, hyung. but it's not the same anymore. we've all grown up, including y/n," chan replied, trying to convey a sense of maturity in his perspective.

soonyoung's protective instincts clashed with the reality of your maturity and growth. "i just worry that distractions might affect her,"

"i promise i won't be a distraction,"

"what?"

chan cleared his throat, feeling the weight of soonyoung's scrutiny. "i mean, i'd be there for her, support her with her studies. not be a distraction but, you know, be by her side when she needs it. as a friend," he shifted uncomfortably, his attempt at clarification still sounding ambiguous.

soonyoung studied chan for a moment, contemplating his sincerity. "alright, but if you hurt her—"

"i won't," chan interjected firmly, meeting soonyoung's gaze with earnestness. "i care about her too, hyung. i won't do anything to jeopardize what matters to her."

the days following that breakfast conversation felt different for chan. he attempted to strike a balance between his studies, social life, and keeping an eye out for you without being intrusive.

days turned into weeks, and chan and you found yourselves engaging in lengthy conversations whenever they managed to steal moments away from your busy schedules. chan, eager to maintain your connection, often initiated your talks, showing genuine interest in your life beyond academics.

"y/n," chan said, leaning in closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "imagine the adventure we could have out there."

"hm?"

"you wanna sneak out for a long drive?"

"what?"

"im serious, y/n,"

"chan, you know my brother-"

"im not afraid of him. i could never be afraid of someone who genuinely believes that he is a tiger,"

"dont make fun of him,"

"sorry, sorry," he chuckles, "but im serious. we'll be careful, i promise," he assured, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "besides, when was the last time you did something spontaneous?"

"...never?"

"exactly,"

the same night, chan helped you sneak out of your bedroom window. "ready?" chan asked, his excitement contagious.

you hesitated, "but where would we go? and won't we be missed?"

"we'll be back before anyone notices, i promise," chan reassures, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "trust me, it'll be unforgettable."

and it was. playing music out loud with the windows rolled down as the wind blew through your hair. as the night unfolded, the road stretched ahead, lit by the moon's gentle glow.

under the moonlit sky, chan and you found solace in these stolen moments. each night brought new adventures, laughter echoing through the quiet streets as you both embraced the thrill of spontaneity. the world felt alive, and so did your connection.

one night, as you sat on the hood of chan's car, gazing at the stars, he turned to you, his eyes filled with sincerity. "y/n," he began, "the moon is beautiful isn't it?"

a soft smile played on your lips as you say, "these nights mean a lot to me,"

"me too," he says with a smile of his own.

he watched you looking up at the moon. a soft breeze played with your hair as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek, making you look at him. "god, i've always wanted to do that,"

"i know,"

"you know?"

"you kissed me when we were like...twelve. that too at that hideout you always took me to,"

"yeah but even before that,"

"before that?"

"yeah. since i was nine...or seven,"

"seven? that young?"

"movies influenced me, what can i say?"

as the laughter subsided, chan's gaze remained fixed on you. the moonlit night held an air of quiet understanding, and you found yourself closing your eyes as chan leans in to place his lips on yours in a chaste kiss-

is what should have happened. instead what you got was a call from your brother.

a/n: super duper rushed ending im sry😔

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xu minghao — moonlit chronicles : memories & commitments.

the moon cast a soft glow through the windows, illuminating the cozy living room of your apartment.

minghao and you sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a mountain of freshly laundered clothes. the repetitive sound of fabric being smoothed out filled the room as you worked side by side.

"can you believe how much laundry we go through in a week?" minghao chuckled, breaking the comfortable silence.

you smiled in agreement, "i know. it's never-ending,"

as you reached for another shirt, your hand brushed against something tucked away in the small cupboard below.

curious, you opened it and found a dusty photo album nestled among old magazines and knickknacks. minghao glanced over, setting aside the shirt he was folding.

"hey, look what i found," you said, pulling out the album and flipping through the pages until you came across an old school picture, where you both were no older that 6.

"wow, i haven't seen this picture in years," minghao remarked, studying the photo of his younger self surrounded by classmates.

"do you remember anything from that day?" you asked, curiosity piqued.

minghao paused, memories flickering across his face. "actually, yeah. it was the day of the puzzle challenge in class,"

"and do you remember what you did to my puzzles?"

"yeah," he chuckles, "you were so close to finishing it, and i..."

"complete the sentence, xu minghao,"

the scene shifted to a flashback of a younger you sitting in a classroom, surrounded by scattered puzzle pieces. the puzzle neared completion, every piece fitting snugly into place.

just as you were about to place the final piece, minghao swatted it away, causing you to gasp in horror as minghao grinned mischievously.

"...and i poured water on your hard work. hey, don't tell me you're still mad at me for that,"

"i'll never forgive you," you say jokingly.

"sorry, couldn't resist," he teased.

as you continued to flip through the pages of the dusty photo album, your eyes landed on another school picture. this one of you and minghao, holding hands and smiling brightly at the camera.

"hey, look at this one," you said, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you showed the photo to minghao.

minghao's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the image. "i remember this," he murmured, a nostalgic warmth spreading through him.

the scene shifted to a flashback of a younger minghao and you standing in the schoolyard. tears glistened in minghao's eyes as he held both his ears, his lower lip trembling. "i'm sorry, y/n," little minghao said, his voice choked with emotion.

"it's okay, minghao," little you replied softly, reaching out to comfort him.

with a deep breath, minghao wiped away his tears and took your hand in his. together, the two of you ran outside to where your parents were waiting, eager to show them that you had made up and that you were friends again.

minghao took the album from your hands, his fingers tracing the worn edges as he flipped through the pages.

memories, both cherished and forgotten, came flooding back as he scanned each photograph.

then, he stumbled upon a particular page, and his breath caught in his throat. there, captured in the photograph, was a moment that seemed frozen in time.

a soft chuckle escaped minghao's lips as he stared at the image. "i remember this," he murmured, his voice filled with nostalgia.

you glanced over at him, curiosity evident in your expression. "what is it?" you asked, leaning closer to see what had captured minghao's attention.

a rush of memories flooded your mind as you took in the scene.

there you were, a younger version of yourself, wearing a tiara and holding a delicate flower in your hand. with younger minghao beside you, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

minghao's voice broke through the nostalgic haze, bringing you back to the present. "do you remember the context behind this picture, y/n?"

you nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips as you recalled the childhood promise made in innocence.

"you will marry me when we get big," young hao didn't even ask. he simply declared, "promise me, y/n,"

"i promise, hao," little you said, "pinky promise,"

minghao's gaze softened, a tender smile gracing his lips. "you kept your promise, y/n." with that simple acknowledgment, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over you both.

hand in hand, you closed the photo album, knowing that some promises made in childhood endure a lifetime.

and as the moon continued to cast its gentle glow, you and minghao shared a moment of quiet gratitude for the memories woven into the fabric of your lives.

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lee seokmin — dreams in reality.

sunlight filtered through curtains — casting a warm invitation upon familiar surroundings. the subtle hum of daily life began, echoing in the walls as you stirred awake.

rising from the bed, you sit and stretch, a sleepy yawn escaping your lips. the mattress gives a soft creak, a subtle soundtrack to your morning awakening in the serene room.

you grab your phone from the nightstand, check the time, seeing that you're running a bit behind schedule.

glancing beside you, you notice seokmin still deep in slumber. a fond smile graces your lips as you gently attempt to rouse him from his peaceful dreams.

softly calling his name, you reach out and brush a strand of hair from his face. he slightly stirs — a stubble pout forming on his lips as he hums and whines, turning away from you, taking the duvet over his head.

the room is filled with a playful morning dance, as you persist with gentle laughter, attempting to coax your boyfriend out of his dream-filled slumber.

"get up, get up," you insist, tugging the duvet away from him, "we have lot to do today,"

"is it friday yet?"

"thursday,"

he whines again, pulling the blanket over him again, "nothing's real. its all just a dream. . .and its saturday"

you chuckle at his sleepy antics, determined to make him face the day. gently, you lean in and press a soft kiss on his forehead, whispering, "well, if it's a dream, let's make it a good one."

"hmm you're right," seokmin turns to you, grasping your wrist as he pulls you to lay beside him — putting his arm over you, pulling you closer.

"seokmin?"

"shuddap. let me dream,"

you cup his cheek, thumb grazing under his eye. "come on, sleepyhead, the day awaits," you tease, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. but seokmin only tightens his hold, refusing to let you go.

"can't we just stay in this dream a little longer?" he mumbles, his voice laced with a mix of drowsiness and affection.

you call his name again. and again. and again.

it's when you realize that he's a bit serious about it all being a dream.

"seokmin. . .youre not dreaming,"

"shuddap," he says, his eyes still closed "if its not a dream, then you would've left me to do your studies. if its not a dream then you wouldn't have woken up with me. if it not a dream...then you wouldnt have been beside me, letting me hold you like this,"

"seokmin, this is real. i'm here with you," you say softly, tracing circles on his hand that still holds onto you.

his grip loosens, and he slowly opens his eyes, meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and love. "i sometimes worry i'll wake up and find it was all too good to be true," he admits, his gaze searching for reassurance in your eyes.

"well, let me assure you, seokmin, this is as real as it gets. our moments together, the laughter, the sleepy mornings — they're not a dream, but a beautiful reality we're creating."

seokmin's uncertainty starts to fade, replaced by a growing sense of trust. "promise me," he whispers, "that even if i wake up one day and doubt this reality, you'll remind me that we're living our dream."

you smile, intertwining your pinky finger with his. "i promise, seokmin. i'll be here, grounding you in our shared reality, no matter what. now, let's face this day together, whether it's thursday or saturday or any other day, making every moment count."

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[strnsvt]

jeon wonwoo — clash of hearts : a campus romance.

the gentle rustle of pages filled the air as you sat on a bench outside the university, completely engrossed in the world of a captivating book.

the peaceful atmosphere shattered when a football came hurtling towards you, interrupting your serene reading session.

startled, you looked up just in time to see a football hurtling towards you. with lighting-fast reflexes, you dodged the ball, but not before it grazed your shoulder.

with a mix of surprise and irritation, you glanced to see soonyoung, a known troublemaker on campus, grinning sheepishly as he jogged over to retrieve the ball.

you tell him to watch where he's kicking, your voice laced with annoyance.

soonyoung's grin faltered for a moment as he mumbled an apology, but before he could say anything else, you grabbed the football and hurled it back in his direction.

unfortunately for soonyoung, your aim was spot on, and the ball smacked him right in the face with a satisfying thud.

muttering a curse under your breath, you got up, leaving the scene.

little did you know, your actions hadn't gone unnoticed. wonwoo, soonyoung's best friend and a fellow student at the university, had witnessed the entire exchange from across the campus grounds.

wonwoo couldn't help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before him, finding amusement in soonyoung's misfortune.

"nice aim, y/n. you should consider joining the team," minghao, says walking behind.

you turn around to shot him a glare, not amused by his jest, retorting something about soonyoung needing to keep his balls to himself.

"soonyoung's always been a bit...clumsy," minghao admitted, still grinning. "but hey, at least you showed him who's boss,"

you rolled your eyes, not in the mood for banter, "yeah, well, he better watch himself next time,"

minghao's grin faded as he noticed your annoyance, "hey, lighten up, y/n. it was just a harmless accident,"

"harmless for you, maybe," you muttered.

sighing, minghao decided to change the subject, "where are you off to anyways?"

"library," you replied curtly, still feeling the remnants of irritation from the earlier encounter.

as fate would have it, you found yourself in the university library once again, seeking solace among the rows of books.

lost in the fragrance of a newly discovered novel, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of ink and paper.

unbeknownst to you, wonwoo had silently approached, finding amusement in your moment of bliss.

with mischief in his mind, wonwoo stealthily snapped a picture of you, capturing the serene expression on your face as you indulged in the aroma of the book.

chuckling to himself, he quickly saved the photo before you could notice his presence.

however, his laughter was short-lived when you suddenly opened your eyes, catching him in the act.

demandingly yet quietly, you urged that he deletes the photo immediately, but wonwoo simply shrugged, refusing to comply with your request.

"why should I delete it? it's not like it's a big deal," wonwoo argued, his tone nonchalant as he scrolled through his phone.

as you walked towards wonwoo, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your determination.

"seriously, wonwoo? you think this is funny?" you snapped, your voice sharp with irritation, yet quiet for the sake of keeping silence in the library.

wonwoo's smirk only widened in response. "i have to admit, it's not every day i get caught taking clandestine pictures in the library," he admitted, teasingly.

"well, congratulations, you've managed to turn me into your enemy," you declared, your tone resolute.

"enemy seems a bit harsh, don't you think?" he countered, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

you scoffed, incredulous at his attempt to downplay the situation, "you refuse to delete the picture, and you have the nerve to call me harsh?" you retorted, your frustration reaching its peak.

for a moment, silence hung between you, tension crackling in the air. then, wonwoo relented, his demeanor softening, "okay, okay, i'll delete the picture," he conceded.

relief flooded through you, but your sense of victory was short-lived. "now, about that apology to soonyoung..." wonwoo trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eye.

you groaned in exasperation, realizing that you had walked right into his trap.

"i'm not apologizing to him,"

"imagine the likes and comments you'd get," wonwoo mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the photo on his phone.

you narrowed your eyes at him, your frustration boiling over. "you wouldn't dare," you warned, your voice laced with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

wonwoo's smirk only widened at your reaction. "oh, i wouldn't?" he challenged, raising an eyebrow, "you forget, y/n, i have a reputation for being unpredictable,"

your heart sank at his words, realizing that you were at his mercy, "you wouldn't stoop that low," you argued, hoping to appeal to his sense of decency.

but wonwoo remained unfazed, his expression unreadable as he studied you. "wouldn't i?" he countered, his tone teasing yet oddly serious.

feeling a sense of defeat wash over you, you clenched your fists, unsure of how to proceed. "what do you want from me, wonwoo?" you demanded, your voice tinged with frustration and desperation.

a flicker of something unreadable passed through wonwoo's eyes before he sighed, relenting slightly, "all i want is for you to apologise to soonyoung. simple as that,"

"fine," you muttered through gritted teeth, your pride begrudgingly giving in to wonwoo's demand.

as wonwoo grasped your arm, his grip sending a jolt of surprise through you, he led you towards the football ground. the players, sensing the tension, halted their game, their attention now fixated on the unfolding scene.

minghao, who had been sitting on the bench nearby, stood up and walked briskly towards you, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

wonwoo's actions were met with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. he lightly shoved you towards soonyoung, his gaze unwavering as he commanded, "say it,"

feeling the weight of the moment, you looked down, your voice barely a whisper as you offered your apology.

"huh? couldn't hear ya," soonyoung teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

summoning your courage, you raised your voice, your words echoing across the silent field. "i said i'm sorry!" the force behind your words made both soonyoung and wonwoo flinch, the impact of your apology reverberating in the air.

exhaling deeply, you took a moment to gather yourself before speaking again, this time in a normal and quieter tone. "i apologize," you said, the words carrying half sincerity.

soonyoung's expression softened at your apology, "i forgive you," he replied, his tone warmer and more forgiving than before as he pats you on the head.

you turned towards wonwoo, demanding that he deletes the picture now that you've apologized.

"nope!" he says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he starts running away from you, making you chase behind him.

minghao caught up to soonyoung as they watched you and wonwoo disappear into the distance, the sounds of your footsteps echoing across the football ground.

"you know," minghao began, "i've never seen y/n apologize before,"

soonyoung glanced at minghao, a puzzled expression on his face, "really?" he replied, "why's that?"

minghao shrugged, his gaze following the path you had taken. "y/n's not one to easily admit fault," he explained, a hint of admiration in his voice, "so consider yourself lucky that you got to hear her say sorry,"

as you navigate through campus, your disdain for wonwoo consumes your thoughts, overshadowing everything else.

every laugh shared with friends, every moment of joy, is tainted by the looming presence of your enemy.

in contrast, minghao remains a steadfast source of support. he's always there for your complaints and 'wonwoo this' and 'wonwoo that'.

"are you sure about this, y/n? wonwoo can be unpredictable, and i don't want you getting into more trouble,"

you wave off his concern with a dismissive gesture, "oh, i'm serious alright. it's time wonwoo learned that he can't mess with me without consequences,"

as wonwoo walks with soonyoung across the campus, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming exams, he notices two girls approaching him.

with a puzzled expression, he watches as they stop in front of him, their faces beaming with mischievous grins.

"all the best, wonwoo!" one of the girls chirps, her voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

"we're cheering for you!" the other girl adds, a hint of laughter in her tone.

wonwoo's confusion deepens as he exchanges a perplexed glance with soonyoung, who shrugs in response. before he can say anything, the girls burst into giggles and walk away, leaving wonwoo to ponder their cryptic words.

as he continues walking with soonyoung, wonwoo's curiosity gets the better of him, and he veers off course to investigate a nearby noticeboard.

his eyes widen in surprise as he reads the announcement about the boxing match scheduled for saturday, featuring none other than himself and kim mingyu.

CLASH OF TITANS: WONWO VS. MINGYU

BOXING MATCH!

THIS SATURDAY

LOCATION: UNIVERSITY GYMNASIUM

GET READY FOR THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN AS TWO TITANS OF THE CAMPUS FACE OFF IN THE BOXING RING!

WITNESS HISTORY IN THE MAKING AS THESE FIERCE RIVALS GO HEAD-TO-HEAD IN A BATTLE FOR SUPREMACY. SPARKS WILL FLY, FISTS WILL CLASH, AND ONLY ONE WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS!

DON'T MISS OUT ON THE ACTION-PACKED EVENT OF THE SEMESTER. MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND BE THERE TO WITNESS THE CLASH OF TITANS!

realization dawns on wonwoo as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. the girls' mysterious well-wishes suddenly make sense. and wonwoo knows damn well who's responsible for this.

"so that's was why those girls wished you," soonyoung says, "well? what are you gonna do now?"

"i can't believe it..." wonwoo trails, walking closer to the notice board in disbelief, "they forgot to add another 'o' in my name!"

the day of the highly anticipated boxing match had finally arrived. saturday dawned with a crisp clarity, the air buzzing with excitement and tension as students eagerly made their way to the university gymnasium.

suddenly, amidst the chaos of the match, mingyu grabbed the microphone, his voice booming over the crowd. "if i win," he declared, his words sending a ripple of shock through the spectators, "wonwoo will kneel down and beg for forgiveness from my sister, y/n,"

wonwoo snatched the microphone from mingyu's grasp, "and if i win," he announced, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, "i'll get to kiss kim y/n. on the lips,"

the crowd gasped at wonwoo's bold declaration, their murmurs filling the gymnasium with a sense of anticipation. your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed wonwoo's words.

as the match between wonwoo and mingyu raged on, tensions reached a boiling point. with each passing round, mingyu's aggressive tactics began to wear wonwoo down, leaving him struggling to keep up.

frustration boiled within wonwoo as mingyu taunted and jeered, his relentless assault taking its toll on wonwoo's morale.

in a moment of sheer desperation, mingyu spat on wonwoo, a vile gesture intended to provoke.

anger flashed in wonwoo's eyes as he wiped the spit from his face, his resolve hardening with each passing second.

seeing his friend in distress, soonyoung knew he had to act fast. with a quick glance around the arena, his eyes landed on a nearby concession stand, where a frying pan sat innocently among the cooking utensils.

without hesitation, soonyoung sprang into action, darting towards the stand and snatching the frying pan.

as the match continued to unfold, soonyoung discreetly slid the frying pan into the ring, his heart pounding with anticipation.

with a knowing look exchanged between them, wonwoo seized the opportunity, grabbing the frying pan and wielding it with newfound determination.

with a swift, calculated swing, wonwoo struck mingyu on the head, the impact resonating through the arena with a dull thud.

the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as mingyu stumbled backwards, dazed and disoriented.

the referee, shocked by the unexpected turn of events, hesitated for a moment before declaring wonwoo the victor of the match.

as wonwoo stood in the center of the ring, frying pan in hand, a sense of triumph washed over him.

you stood there, your heart racing as you met wonwoo's gaze, unsure of what to say or do. the tension in the air was palpable, each moment stretching on as you contemplated your next move.

you grasped minghao's hand, but it didn't changed the fact that — pushing you lightly, soonyoung manages to get you inside the ring where your brother layed in defeat and wonwoo smirks, guesturing for you to come closer.

but you stood there. hesitatant and shy. so wonwoo took matters in his own hands.

wonwoo stepped forward, closing the distance between you with purposeful strides. his gaze bore into yours, a silent question lingering between you as he reached out, his hand trembling ever so slightly.

without a word, wonwoo gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. the air crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing in the silence of the gymnasium.

then, just as you thought he was about to kiss you, wonwoo pulled back slightly, a playful glint in is eyes.

"i guess i'll have to save that kiss for another time," wonwoo teased, his voice low and husky, sending a rush of warmth through you despite your confusion.

with a charismatic grin, he blew exaggerated flying kisses to the girls swooning over him by the ring, earning a chorus of delighted giggles.

after the boxing match and the incident with soonyoung, there was a noticeable shift in the dynamic between you and wonwoo.

at first, it was subtle, hardly noticeable to anyone but the two of you. days turned into weeks, and the tension between you seemed to linger, a palpable presence whenever you were in each other's vicinity.

it was what you would call...awkward.

you froze in disbelief as you stumbled upon the notice board, your eyes narrowing in fury as you took in the sight. there, plastered for all to see, was a picture of you, arms crossed and a warning sign hovering above your head like a dark cloud.

with a scowl, you ripped the offending poster from the notice board, your hands trembling with anger. holding it tightly in your grasp, you stormed towards the campus grounds.

as you walk across the campus grounds, your anger burning hot like a wildfire, you failed to notice the uneven pavement beneath your feet as you and wonwoo walked towards each other. with an unexpected slip, you lost your footing, tumbling forward in a graceless descent.

in a twist of fate, your fall landed you squarely on top of wonwoo, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to soften the impact.

but before either of you could react, your lips collided in a clumsy kiss.

time seemed to stand still as the world around wonwoo faded away, the only sound echoing in his ears being the pounding of his heart.

it was a moment of pure chaos and unexpected intimacy, witnessed by the amused gazes of the nearby football team and minghao, who watched the scene unfold with wide eyes.

"its your fault! you should've watched where you were going!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with indignation.

wonwoo scoffed, "me? you're the one who practically ran into me! If anyone's to blame, it's you!"

the heated exchange continued, neither of you willing to take responsibility for the accidental kiss, then wonwoo pulls out this move:

"y/n, you should really learn how to shut up," he says before smashing his lips onto yours, once again but this time — with full purpose.

"haah...?" you breathed out after you pulled away.

"damn you!" you yell before gripping your hands on his hair, pulling him closer and smashing your lips against his.

after pulling away, breathless. you both just realised what had happened.

"you...why did you kiss me?" you ask, your voice laced with confusion.

"you're asking me? you're the one who kissed me!"

"you kissed me first!"

"then why'd you kiss me after?"

you and wonwoo, lost in the moment and oblivious to everything, without a word, you both simultaneously lean in, jumping over each other with perfect synchronicity, meeting in an urgent kiss mid-air.

the world around wonwoo fades away as you both savor the fleeting moment of intimacy, your hearts beating in harmony.

meanwhile, minghao and soonyoung can only stare in disbelief, their mouths agape as they witness the unexpected display unfold before them.

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xu minghao — the pallet of love.

minghao sat at his cluttered desk, his pencil tapping against the sheet of paper, his mind up in the clouds. he wanted to capture the essence of you, his love, but every stroke seemed to fall short.

as he gazed at the blank page, memories of your laughter and the sparkle in your eyes flooded his mind.

determined to convey his love, he picked up his pencil, each stroke infused with admiration, embarking on the journey to capture your essence with every line drawn.

the soft curve of your smile, the gentle arc of your brow, he meticulously crafted each detail, pouring his heart into every line. with each stroke, he felt closer to encapsulating the essence of you, his muse, his love. and as the image began to take shape, he couldn't help but smile.

with a determined gleam in his eyes, minghao set aside his pencil and reached for his paintbrush, eager to bring his creation to life.

"tsk," minghao clicked his tongue as he leaned back in his chair. his once eager energy now replaced with the weight of uncertainty. an artist's block gripped him, his mind struggling to conjure the next stroke.

"lost in thought," you observe, watching minghao's furrowed brow and distant gaze. he startles slightly at the sound of your voice, turning around to meet your eyes. "what's on your mind, love?" you inquire softly.

minghao rises from his seat, his hands gently resting on your shoulders as he turns you around, urging you to leave his study, "why didn't you knock?"

"i did. thrice even, but..."

"oh, i apologize,"

"minghao, my love, i already saw what you drew,"

minghao halts, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as he processes your words. "you did?"

you nod, recalling the art piece you saw a few seconds ago in your mind. it was a semi-realistic art you saw of yourself.

minghao lets you sit beside him as you take the incomplete work of art into your hands, looking at it with awe. "i didn't intend for you to see it yet," he admits.

wordlessly, you gesture him to hand you the paint brush.

with that, you dip the paintbrush into water and resume working on the piece.

you bear in mind that minghao's usual art style differs significantly. typically leans towards abstract representations, often portraying landscapes, and relishes the emotional dialogue he shares with the canvas while painting.

"i used to think that self-portraits are for narcissists," you chuckle softly, breaking the silence that enveloped the room as you continue to work on minghao's piece.

with a pause in your brushstrokes, you gently pass the halfway-done artwork to minghao, inviting him to take over and add his personal touch. "make my bottom lip coral pink," you suggest, a hint of playfulness in your tone, "and add a touch of shine under my eyes."

minghao accepts the canvas with a mixture of gratitude and determination, his fingers brushing over the surface as he carefully considers your instructions.

with a newfound sense of purpose, he picks up the paintbrush and begins to add the final details, his strokes infused with a renewed sense of clarity and intention.

and as the artwork nears completion, minghao can't help but feel a swell of pride and satisfaction, knowing that together, you've created something truly special. finally, as the artwork finishes, minghao adds his signature.

"love? im done," he enters the bedroom, seeing you doing your makeup. he recalls: you were gonna hangout with your girlfriends this evening. "you look gorgeous, my love," he compliments, kissing the crown of your head, making sure your makeup isn't ruined.

"would you do me the honor of adding your signature?" he asks, a gentle smile playing on his lips. but minghao's request doesn't end there. "could you add a lipstick stain instead," he suggests, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"of course," you reply with a smile, taking the painting from him. with a tender gesture, you press your lips to the corner of the canvas, right below where he had signed. and then, turning to minghao, you lean in to kiss him, leaving a similar mark on his cheek as you share a moment of playful affection.

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[strnsvt]

vernon chwe — a twist in cupid's tale.

as you smoothly matched people, your reputation as a talented cupid increased. you were popular, known as the matchmaker at your campus.

a day took an unexpected turn when a request landed on your desk, and your heart skipped a beat — it was from mingyu, your own secret crush.

mingyu asked you to set him up with a girl. caught between the professional duty of a matchmaker(as you would call yourself) and the ache in your own heart, you reluctantly agreed — even if it meant you being left heartbroken.

in the hushed library, vernon called your name multiple times, the librarian casting disapproving glances. you looked up at him, seeing vernon approach and sit beside you, a concerned expression on his face, "what's wrong?" he asks quietly.

you don't respond. looking at the book in front of you blankly. you really wished to bang your head on the desk in front of you.

"don't do that,"

"...did i say that out loud?"

vernon was your best friend. even if you didn't say that out loud, he could've definitely guessed. "don't hurt that forehead of yours and tell me what happened,"

you sighed, the weight of the evening pressing on you. "it's mingyu," you finally confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, "he asked me to set him up with this girl, and i...i agreed, even though..."

vernon's gaze softened, understanding the unspoken pain in your words. "even though it hurts?" he finished for you, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder. a part of him feeling bad for you. but most of him was glad. well. because.

"he's always been oblivious," you admitted, a mix of frustration and sadness in your voice. "and now, i have to watch him with someone else, all in the name of being a matchmaker, and..."

"and?"

you sigh again "i invited both of them to jackson's party,"

"the one this friday?"

you nod, a sad expression still on your face. "i thought it would be the right thing to do, you know? professional and all. but now, i have to face watching mingyu with somebody other than me,"

him and you don't say anything for a moment — vernon not knowing how to comfort you, and you choosing to be quiet instead of ranting more about mingyu.

vernon clears his throat before speaking again "hey,"

"hm?"

"jackson invite me to his party,"

"me too," you say, dropping your head on the desk, "i don't wanna go,"

"why not?"

"why should i? to see my crush getting with someone that's not me?"

"right..."

"so yes, im going,"

vernon chuckles at you and you turn your head to look at him.

"you're really gonna go?" vernon questions.

"really, yes, i will go. i'll stay with you. so distract me from them,"

-

it felt like no time when friday night arrived, the thumping music and lively chatter enveloping.

"vernon..."

"yeah?"

vernon tracked your gaze, spotting mingyu with his date by the bar, engaged in laughter and conversation. catching your eye, mingyu offered a thumbs up to you, which you mirror with a sad smile. "hey, y/n," you avert your gaze from them, looking at vernon.

"vernon, i think i need some alchohol in my system,"

"no, you don't. look, there's guys over there playing truth or dare, let's join them," vernon suggested, trying to shift your focus from mingyu and the situation at hand, but failed as you chose truth and they asked you who your crush is.

you left the game, and walked up to the bar, sitting on the stool, asking for some alcohol. "y/n, no," vernon followed.

"truth or dare can be brutal, especially when the truth hits close to home,"

"alcohol won't solve anything,"

"ma'am, here is-"

"vernon, i just need a moment-," you say, taking the glass of drink from the guy in front of you.

"you can't drink, y/n," vernon snatches the glass from your hand.

"vernon, what-" you couldnt say the next words. you couldn't even process for a few seconds. its when you realize — his lips where on yours.

he pulls away, it hits you — your best friend just kissed you.

vernon looks at you, his eyes searching for a reaction. your mind races as you process what just happened. the noise of the party fades into the background, and all you can feel is the lingering warmth of his unexpected kiss.

"vernon, what...?" you manage to stammer, a mix of surprise and confusion in your voice.

he meets your gaze, his expression a blend of uncertainty and sincerity. "i couldn't stand seeing you like this, y/n. i couldn't let you drown your feelings in alcohol, i care about you too much,"

"i...i didn't expect this," you admit, your heart still racing.

"me neither," vernon replies, running a hand through his hair.

the clamor of the party gradually seeps back into your consciousness, yet the world feels subtly altered. mingyu and his date remain at the bar, but your attention has undergone a transformative shift.

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