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wonijinjin · 27 days

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being in a relationship with joshua hong: silly headcanons

author’s note: lmk if you guys want another member version of this! @welcometomyoasis had to include one headcanon dedicated to you and your headcanons about him driving his lover around haha:)

synopsis: my silly thoughts on how it would be to live and be in a relationship with joshua. (the mingyu version of this can be found here)

word count: 1.3k | genre: fluffiest fluff | pairing: joshua x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food, getting hurt

- your biggest supporter and bully in one person; he would always encourage you to do whatever you want to purse in terms of like your passion and hobbies, but when you do something embarrassing like trip over in a big crowd he would definitely tease you for it, he just cannot miss such a good oppopportunity; i can just see him softly giggling in an adoring way while teasing you after the incident. (of course my mans is still a gentleman so he would make sure you weren’t hurt in any way)

- he is such a praiser (in every aspect and meaning possible, i will leave this to your imagination guys), he will be the proudest whenever you achieve something and would be happier for your success than you yourself; if you get your degree he would be standing in the front row cheering and screaming, same if you got a promotion at work, he would take you out for dinner to celebrate it.

- his eye smile is almost always there when he is with you; he would grin every time you speak or even move because this is how much he loves you; he has heart eyes when he is with you, and the members for sure tease him for it.

- he is the most patient person when it comes to you (although he is generally patient aswell lmao), he would explain something if he had to over a hundread times just so you got it, it doesn’t matter how much time it takes; one thing that pisses him off though is when you don’t listen to him at all and that is the reason why you are confused; shua is an attentive listener when it comes to you so he expects the same from you.

- biggest princess treatment giver (after cheol lmao) in a relationship, perfect example for this is driving you around all the time; he doesn’t care that you have your license, he will make you a passenger princess and will make you enjoy it very much.

- old money/street casual fashion enthusiast, so when you would get him clothes like those for his birthday he would be over the moon. also loves jewelry on you, would buy you so many pretty (expenive) pieces.

- he is the biggest fan of dancing in the kitchen (just like in those sweet romcoms), yall cannot convince me otherwise; we all know he likes to keep his gentleman image up, he would be the softest when he sees you come into the kitchen upon hearing the music he was blasting through the speakers. he would grab your hands and spin you around instantly, rocking the two of you to the beat and letting out the softest giggles.

- he doesn’t cook much, but would love the idea of the domestic act of cooking for/with you, i picture him as more of the baker type, like someone who prepfers preparing sweet food when doing it himself (for ex.: french toast in the soop); he would definitely be annoyingly playful and smudge flour all over your cheek and nose just so he can be the gentleman and wipe it off romantically while stealing a few kisses.

- joshua loves when you need his help with tasks that require strength, it makes him proud that he can be at your service as your big strong boyfriend; remember that episode in gose when he opened the jars for vernon? he would love to flex his muscles in front of you with that, as he knows you love his biceps.

- babies you when you get hurt, not in a ‘you cannot take care of yourself you little baby’ way, but rather in a ‘you are so adorable let me help you fix it while i gush over your cuteness’ way. iykyk but there’s that one clip of him talking in a cute surprised baby voice in that show when him and jun took care of the twin girls and one of the girls started crying because she didn’t want them to leave, now that is exactly what i mean.

- he secretly loves watching you sleep, no matter if it is in the midle of the night when he just arrived from work or when he wakes up before you in the morning. he is in love with how peaceful your expression is when you are in dreamland, and even thinks the drool and the leftover wrinkles from the pillow on you face are cute. one of his favourite moments is watching you doze off after a hard and tiring day while he is driving the two of you back home, looking over at you every time he is at a red light, he is just kinda lovesick for you.

- will splash water on you every time you two are doing your morning routines in the bathroom together; you would be doing your skincare while he was brushing his teeth and the next thing you knew was him splashing around while you tried to dodge his moves, in the end getting water all over the mirror and him having to clean it up.

- he is not easily flustered when he is with you, he is the cheekier one out of the two of you most of the time, but if you say something out of pocket he will turn so red in a split second you think that he is gonna burst; if you flirted with him in front of the members he would not have the wits to come up with a cheeky comeback since he would be very shy.

- vacations with him are the best; he takes care of everything if you are not that eager to organise the trip with him, and it works so well since you know you can trust him with handling it; he can be a planner so he doesn’t mind having to handle the technical details; i can see him buying tons of travel guide books to learn more about the place.

- speaking of vacations, he would have the greatest ideas about what to do at the location, you wouldn’t even have to tell him what you want since he is exceptionally observant and knows you like the back of his hand, bonus that he would take you on a shopping spree to buy new clothes for/on the trip (whichever you prefer, maybe both) and would make you do a little runway show for him in the new pieces while he watches in a comfortable seat.

- would definitely buy you cute beanies and hats with the little fluffballs at the top in winter and autumn, as he puts it he just wants to protect your head from getting cold by the wind and the low temperature, but in reality he just finds them so cute on you he has to buy you a new one every week (just like the bunny ones he sometimes wears in concerts).

- he would ask you one random morning if he could do your hair, and since you let him do it that time, as life goes on it would become a habit that he would brush your hair and decorate it with cute accessories almost every week, i just know he knows how to take care of his hair, so you would always go to him to help you with not just styling, but with hair products aswell. (for my curly haired gals, he would learn the techniques to style it while it is wet aswell ofc)

- would make you try new hobbies; he would be dragging you to pottery class, and even if you didn’t like it, for the sight of shua’s eyes sparkling while doing his own little mug from the wet clay you would say it was worth it for sure.

- overall he would just love you so gently and treat you with so much adoration every single day that you would definitely feel like the luckiest person on this planet to have him (even though he always says he is the luckiest one to have found you).

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fairyhaos · 11 months

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✰ seventeen as boyfriends: joshua edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer @sweet-like-caramel @hannyoontify

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanon, mini scenario

word count: 534

warnings: none

notes: joshua edn. of the 500 event

if young love was a person, it would be joshua.

i’m thinking flicking flour at each other while baking, picking up and throwing one another into the swimming pool, playing tag while running along the beachside with feet sinking into sand, clambering up the roof of your house to watch the sunset just because.

living and loving and doing things just because you can?

vv josh coded, actually.

quality time is also soooo his love language

takes you on outings n dates whenever he can, be it at your house, the park, a cafe, anywhere at all

makes it part of your routine that when you’ve finished dinner, you’ll take a walk to anywhere, talking animatedly or not saying anything at all, hands intertwined, people-watching on the evening streets

because simply just having you by his side fills his heart with so much warmth and joy.

joshua is vivacious, bright, like acrylic on canvas,

but he’s also soft and calm and gentle like watercolour.

“You know what? That old lady over there is definitely plotting something,” Joshua mutters, and you snort quietly.

"You can’t say that about everyone on the street,” you say, but he just tugs your hand insistently.

“No, no, look at her, she definitely looks sketchy,” Joshua insists, pointing to the woman sitting on a park bench. “Why’s she knitting in the evening? And that scarf she’s making looks suspiciously long. Like a snake. Maybe it’s a snake in disguise.”

That makes you burst into laughter, throwing your head back, and Joshua is so pleased with himself, ignoring all of the passersby who look at you like you’re crazy, because he’s managed to make you laugh like that and it’s wonderful.

“Shua,” you sigh, shaking your head, once your laughter has subsided. “It's obviously a long centipede she's hiding, not a snake. You saw all the woolly appendages.”

“Ah.” He nods gravely, as if what you said made perfect sense. “Of course.”

You walk back to your home in relative peace, punctuated by Joshua’s nonsensical remarks and your own incredulous laughter. Eventually, you’re standing at the doorway, and he turns to you.

“Well,” he says, and he lifts up your hand to his lips. The very same hand he hasn’t let go since leaving the restaurant. Delicately, he brushes his lips over your knuckles, and smiles. “Tonight was wonderful. We should do this again sometime.”

You giggle. “Indeed we should. Thank you for walking me home.”

“Of course.” He releases your hand and steps back, grinning as you unlock the door. “Goodnight, Y/N. Will I be seeing you again?”

“Hm, perhaps,” you say, smiling. “Goodnight.” And with that, you wave and close the front door, leaving him standing there on the porch, grinning.

There’s a beat.

Slowly, the door creaks open again, and you’re looking at him with such exasperation and fondness. “We really don’t need to do this every date,” you say, opening the door wider. “We’ve lived together for months now. How are you not tired of this?”

Joshua laughs and bounds up the porch and inside, kissing your cheek. “Because it’s fun. Because it’s with you.”

And that sentence right there— well. Story of his life, really.

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here4kpopfics · 1 year

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Coming Home | Joshua

Pairing: Joshua x (f)reader

Genre: smut, fluff

AU: established relationship, idol!au

Wordcount: 4.4k

Summary: Your boyfriend’s flight is delayed and he won’t be home for Valentine’s Day. Your boyfriend is also a notorious liar.

Warnings: Language, pet names (pretty girl, baby) oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Shua’s a little shit but we love him

Rating: M/18+

AN: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY @baljinciaga I hope you enjoy Shua loving up on you. Thank you @playmetheclassics for beta-ing & @classicscreations for the banner. 💜

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“Say that again?” Your voice trembles just a little, enough to let him know you’re upset. You almost drop the moisturizer container on the counter.

“My flight is delayed until tomorrow evening.”

“You can’t just take another flight?” You’re being irrational, and you know it. You’re fully pouting, and although he can’t see your childish behavior, he can picture it correctly, so he lets out a breathless laugh.

“I’m sorry, baby. The weather got worse, so they delayed every flight until tomorrow.”

“But this was gonna be our first Valentine’s Day together, Joshua.” The container makes its way safely to the counter as you scoop out enough moisturizer, staring at it in your hand, still pouting.

“I know, y/n. And it’s killing me that we won’t be together. But hey, I remember you saying you never liked the day anyway. So we can have Valentine’s Day the day after. We’ll get all the chocolate for half off, and make a day of it. We’ll go out when there’s not a million people with reservations. We’ll go for a walk, come home, have a spa night, I’ll tell you how much I love you over and over. It’ll be perfect.”

It does sound perfect, but you’re still an irrational child right now as you huff a breath out in annoyance, rubbing the moisturizer across your face.

“I only said I didn’t like Valentine’s Day because I didn’t have someone to spend it with. Now I have you, and I was looking forward to it…” you take a deep breath, temper tantrum dying as the moisturizer melts into your skin. “It’s okay. You can’t change the weather, and you’re right. We can have the day after be our day.”

“I’m sorry, pretty.”

“It’s fine. But next year. Next year, you are doing the whole nine yards of cheesy Valentine’s Day.” The laughter from the phone’s speaker makes your heart flutter. You love that laugh so much. You love everything about Joshua. It’s a little sickening.

“I promise, my love. The whole nine yards.”

“Good.”

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you the day after tomorrow, okay? And then we can celebrate in our own way.”

“Okay. I love you, Shua.”

“Love you too, baby. Bye.”

“I also bought a sexy lingerie set for tomorrow. Sucks you won’t see it. Okay byyyyeeeee.” Your words stick together as you say it all in one breath, leaving just enough time for him to start saying what before hanging up on him. You go back to getting ready for bed, giggling at the influx of text messages from your boyfriend.

Shua🧸: you bought a what now?

Shua🧸: I wanna see.

Shua🧸: Pretty Girl.

Shua🧸: Answer me pls. 🥺

Oh, the damn pouty emoji with the nickname wins every time.

You take the set out of the bag, laying it on the bed and instead of getting into it like you know he probably wants you to. But it’s late, and that’s just too damn bad.

You send the picture of the set off to him, and not even a second later, your phone is a mess again.

Shua🧸: …

Shua🧸: Baby please put that on and let me see.

Y/n: no

Shua🧸: 🥺

Y/n: nah nah nah. The pouty face won’t work twice in a row. Come home and maybe you’ll see it.

Shua🧸: I’ll fucking fly the plane myself if it gets me home sooner.

Y/n: good luck with that, Shu. Goodnight 😘

You silence your phone, getting settled into bed with a smile on your face. You’re bummed about not seeing him in the morning, but it’s always fun to tease your boyfriend. Maybe you can wear the set and send some photos tomorrow.

You fall asleep thinking of ways to make a shitty situation better.

The next morning, you decided to follow through with the plan, getting ready for work and wearing the pretty little lace thing you bought underneath your pencil skirt and a flowy blouse. You took a few photos before finishing getting ready and sent them off to Joshua, and left for work.

Work sucked, however.

Until today, you were unaware of how many of your coworkers were in relationships. And until today, you were not aware of how horrifically stereotypical some people could be about Valentine’s Day. It really wasn’t that many, but it felt like every hour, a flower delivery would happen for a few of your coworkers at a time. But it grew more confusing each time because it was almost always a dozen roses for each coworker.

Except when the delivery person comes by your cubicle with a small vase with a few beautiful sunflowers in it and a tiny card attached.

“We’ve been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty.”

~🧸

The sputtering laugh was completely unintentional and surely scared some of your coworkers, but you didn’t care. You whipped out your phone and took a photo of the flowers and card arranged nicely on your desk and sent it to Joshua with a few heart emojis. As it was sending, however, you noticed he never responded to the lingerie photo. It just said it was seen.

You toss your phone in your desk drawer, feeling self-conscious, and ignoring it the rest of the work day.

The bus ride home sucked more than work did, with couples holding hands on their way to their crowded dates, and couples on their way back home and being a little too handsy with one another. You stay seated, annoyed with yourself for forgetting and leaving the sunflowers at work.

You check your messages again to find nothing from Joshua. The stupid read receipt shows under the photo but no replies. You put your phone away, instead focusing on the city outside the window the rest of the way home. You start to zone out until you hear a small voice.

“Excuse me, lady?” You turn away from the window, finding a little boy, at least five or six years old, smiling ear to ear.

“Hi?” How the hell do you respond to children? Especially stranger children?

“This is for you!” He exclaims, handing you a single rose.

What?

“Oh?” You hesitantly take the rose from him, eyes scanning the rest of the bus until you find what you assume to be his mother sitting across from you, smiling at you and her son. You smile back, nodding your head to her before looking back at her son.

“That’s so sweet of you. Thank you!” You grin, nodding your head to him as he does to you.

“I don’t have a Valentine. Will you be mine?” He asks, and you have to bite back a laugh, sharing another glance with his mom, who just shrugs with a laugh.

Well, he did give you a rose.

“Sure! What’s your name, Valentine?”

“Min-su!”

“Ahh, nice to meet you, Min-su! My name is y/n!”

You two talk for another ten minutes. Or, rather, you let him excitingly tell you about his day at school and all the things he and his friends did while you and his mom share looks of amusement. When it’s time for them to get off the bus, he quickly reaches in his backpack and takes out a small pack of Sour Patch Kids, shoving them in your hand.

“Thank you for being my Valentine!!” You laugh, thanking him back and waving at him and his mother as they get off the bus. You sniff the rose, holding it close to you and smiling the rest of the way home.

You climb the stairs to your apartment, still playing with the rose in your hand, and come to halt at your doorstep once you unlock the door.

You didn’t leave the lights on, did you?

Why does it smell like the oven is on?

Why are there candles lit?

Before you can do or say anything, someone rounds the corner from the kitchen and into your living room.

“Ah, crap! I thought I had more time!” Your boyfriend. The boyfriend that said he wasn’t going to be here until tomorrow. That boyfriend. Is somehow standing in your living room, wearing a simple white shirt loosely tucked into his jeans.

“I don’t suppose you can, like…go back outside for ten more minutes so I can get everything set up, right?”

You glare at him, still not moving an inch as you try to figure out what the hell is going on.

“No. I can’t. It’s like 10 degrees outside.”

“Right, right. Okay…then uh…” he looks around the room for a second. “How about your room? Wait, no. I didn’t finish setting up in there. Please don’t go in there.”

“Setting up?”

“Maybe the bathroom?”

“Josh.”

“Yeah, the bathroom…”

“Shua.”

“It’ll only be like a few minutes, I promise.”

“Joshua!” You yell, finally silencing him. His mouth parts in shock, switching back and forth on his feet, hands playing with one another.

“What the hell is going on? You said your flight was delayed.”

“Oh…uh…” he fidgets in place before looking at you nervously. “I lied!”

“You lied?”

“Yeah?” He can sense you getting mad, remembering how much you hate when he lies, even if it’s as a joke or surprise, and switches into defense mode to quickly explain himself.

“But it was part of the surprise! I was gonna have all the cheesy Valentine’s Day stuff ready to go when you got here. I have your favorite meal going and your favorite wine. I was gonna put out a bunch of rose petals leading to the table and the bed. I was gonna light more candles, but then it got too stuffy in here, and I know you hate that. And then I got you a teddy bear, one that looks exactly like the emoji one you use in your phone for me. And I got a heart-shaped box of chocolates, I sent you the flowers…whe- where are the flowers?”

“I accidentally left them at work…” you both look down at the rose in your hand.

“Oh. Why do you have a rose?”

“My Valentine on the bus, Min-su, gave it to me and a pack of sour patch kids.” You pull the candy out of your pocket, placing it and the rose on the table by the door.

“You’re cheating on me?” You roll your eyes, kicking your shoes off.

“He’s like five, Shua.” You groan, hanging your purse and jacket by the door.

“You’re cheating on me with a five year old?”

You scowl, giving yourself a moment to calm down.

He’s here. On Valentine’s Day. He lied to surprise you.

Your heart’s going to burst.

“Shut up and hug me before I start crying.”

“Say less!” He rushes over to where you’re still standing, wrapping you up in his arms.

God, you missed this feeling of his arms tightly around you, keeping you safe. You tuck your face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him, and you don’t want to cry, but when you take another breath, a soft sob escapes you.

“Is this why you didn’t respond to me all day?” Your question gets muffled against his skin.

“Yeah, my love. I’m sorry.”

You pull away from his neck, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. His hands drop to your hips as he kisses your forehead.

“Okay. I was worried you didn’t like the photo.” You hiccup, face flushing in embarrassment.

“Oh, pretty girl,” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“That was the first thing I saw when I got off the plane,” his hands riding up your waist, “and it took everything in me not to just go straight to your office and have my way with you there.”

Your breath catches in your throat when his hands stop, his thumbs pressing against your rib cage just below your breasts. He can feel the wire lining of the bra and he sighs almost in relief.

“Are you still wearing it?” You nod slowly. “You wore this even though you thought I wouldn’t be here?”

“I wanted to feel good. My boyfriend wasn’t going to be home to do it.” You smirk, and he’s the one glaring now.

“I really want to take this stupid skirt and blouse and throw you on the bed, but I made your favorite meal and so it’s gonna have to wait.”

“What a shame.” You joke when he gives you a quick kiss, letting him lead you to the kitchen.

He makes you wait at the table for him to finish preparing everything. You smile watching him dart from one room to the next and back and forth to the kitchen to make sure everything is cooking correctly. You offered to help various times, but he ignored you, telling you just to sit and be pretty while telling you how he planned this whole thing and the shit he had to go through to travel here unnoticed.

When he wasn’t looking and fiddling with the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen, you snuck away to your room, trying not to look at the over dramatic Valentine’s Day set up he made and just heading straight for the dresser, pulling out a little fabric bag, stuffing it in your bra, before quickly returning to the table before he noticed.

The dinner was amazing, and you insisted on helping him do the dishes, saying you could go to the bedroom a lot faster if he let you help.

Of course, that worked, and he was soon practically dragging you to your bedroom, no shame in being ready to rid you of your office attire.

The room is straight out of a romance movie. Valentine’s Day decorations everywhere, rose petals leading to the bed that form a giant heart across the mattress. There are a few candles lit, both real and fake, but most of the light is coming from the fairy lights you had painstakingly put up when you moved in.

He doesn’t give you much time to admire his work, hugging you from behind the moment you step into your room. His lips attach to your neck while his hands wrap around your middle, teasingly pulling your blouse from your skirt.

“I’ve missed you, pretty girl.” He pants in your ear, “I’ve missed being able to touch you, I’ve missed the sounds you make when I do, I’ve missed this fucking body and the way it reacts to only me.”

You whine when one hand grabs one of your breasts, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head back against his shoulder as his hands continue to wander your body, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. It’s when he gets to the last button that you remember the bag.

“Wait. I have. A present for you.”

“What?”

“It’s in my bra.”

You look up at his confused expression with a grin, your hand pulling the little bag out from your cleavage and handing it to him.

“It’s not much, but I thought you might like it. It’s subtle enough that you can wear it without suspicion.”

His hands leave your body, opening the bag and letting a small bracelet fall into his palm. It’s thin, silver, and has two very small gems on it that you would only notice if you actually looked.

“Are these?”

“Our birthstones? Yes. It’s crazy amounts of cheesy, but I suck at getting gifts, so I don’t know. I thought this would be cute? You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. I can try to get a refun—”

You’re cut off by suddenly being turned around and lips crashing against yours. His big hands, still holding the bracelet, cradle your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, backing you towards the bed.

Your body is eased down onto the bed, one of his hands quickly scattering the rose petals from under you, laying you down in the center as he positions himself over you, lips barely leaving yours for more than a second.

“It’s perfect. And beautiful. Thank you, my love.” He peppers your face with his lips, both of you being sent into giggle fits as he sits up, straddling you as you help put it on his wrist.

“I have a matching one, see?” You raise your wrist, shoving off the matching bracelet as he puts it on.

“I didn’t even see it earlier.”

“Exactly. It’s perfect for us.” His fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing it to his lips to kiss where the bracelet sits. He looks down at you, lying underneath him, your blouse unbuttoned, and finally showing him the bra you sent a photo of earlier today. A small groan escapes as he leans forward again, pinning your arm above your head, your other arm naturally following without being touched or told.

“I like the sound of that.” He whispers above your lips.

“What sound?”

“Us.” He kisses you deeply, nipping at your lower lip before leaving a trail of kisses down your throat. “You. Me. Us. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I like it. I love it.”

You don’t fight back the moan he coaxes out of you when he finds the sensitive part of your skin between your neck and shoulder. You arch your back to try to get closer to him, desperate for his touch against your skin.

“Shua.” You whine, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

“What do you need, pretty girl?”

“You.”

“You have me.”

“Touch me, please.”

“Only because you said please.” He lifts himself from you, sitting up and finding the zipper to your skirt, slowly pulling it down.

“You know your hands aren’t actually tied up, right, baby? You’re free to move.”

“No,” you shake your head as you lift your hips. “You get angry when I do.”

He smirks, harshly tugging your skirt down your body, tossing the fabric off the bed.

“Only when you’re being bad. Right now, I just want to love you.” He hums, ripping your stockings and laughing at your gasp.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He quickly says before you can yell at him.

His hands slowly slide up and down your thighs, gently pushing them open. His eyes dart straight to the wet patch of your matching underwear.

“Baby, you’re soaked.”

“Please.” You rasp, your hands no longer above your head as you try to reach for any part of him. He notices your grabby hands and offers one of his, and you take that perfect opportunity to pull him back on top of you.

“Just fuck me. Please, Shua. I need you inside me, or I’ll lose my mind.” It’s almost embarrassing how fast he reduces you to begging as you bring his lips to yours, molding together perfectly.

“You don’t want me to prep you?” He asks with a hint of nervousness. “I don’t want to hurt you, pretty.”

“I’ll be fine,” you shake your head, completely ignoring one of his hands sliding between you both, “just want you right now, plea- fuck.” You curse when two of his perfectly long fingers move your underwear to the side and immediately start to finger you roughly, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, pretty. Just fall apart for me once first.”

His fingers curl inside you, pressing in exactly the right spots to make you shake underneath him. Part of you thinks it’s embarrassing how fast he can make you come, but then you see how happy and proud it makes him. How that cockiness makes him a little less gentle with you because he knows his pretty girl can and will take it.

A jumbled mess of words and curses escapes your lips as he continues his attack with his fingers.

“Too much, Shua. Too much,” you whimper, but he doesn’t stop, his open mouth hovering above yours, the evil smirk barely showing.

“You can do it, baby. One more for me.” You lift your head up to kiss him, but he leans back just far enough.

“Nuh-uh. Come on, baby. Focus.” He chuckles when you whine again, leaning down to kiss your neck again, his fingers hitting inside you a little harder.

“You said only once first,” your voice raises in pitch, your fingernail digging into his biceps.

“I’m feeling a little greedy tonight.” He rasps against your throat.

“So just one more, and I promise,” your back arches as his fingers somehow get even deeper inside of you. “I promise I’ll give you what you want.”

This orgasm hits harder than the first and without warning. He has to smother your screams with his lips, fingers leaving you, quickly rubbing the tips of his fingers against your clit, coaxing you to continue to squirt. Your hips raise, desperate for his touch to continue as the rest of your body shakes.

“You’re okay, pretty. You’re okay. Come back to me.” His fingers slide back in, slowly pumping as you come back down. “You did so good for me.” He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Shua,” you pant, grabbing his wrist and pushing it away from you. “Please.”

“Okay, okay.” He chuckles, bringing his fingers to your lips. You lock eyes with him and wordlessly open your mouth, allowing his fingers in, and suck the taste of you off him, your tongue swirling around his digits. His other hand slides under your back to unhook your bra, pulling it off you and tossing it aside.

“Fuck, you’re everything and more, my love.” He murmurs, quickly kissing you after removing his fingers and then shedding his clothes. You reach out for him, letting out a small groan when your arms start feeling heavy.

“Hold on.” He laughs, crawling onto the bed, fist stroking his hardened erection, smearing his precum along the way.

“Can you get on your knees for me, pretty?” You make a fuss, both of you smiling as you flip yourself over. Your arms and knees wobble slightly, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Joshua. He grabs two pillows and tucks them under your stomach, and hands you another to hold onto.

He leans forward, kissing the spot where your neck meets your back.

“Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” He murmurs against your skin, sitting back up when you relax more in the position, the pillows helping keep you up.

He pulls your underwear to the side again, one of your arms reaching back to hold it. You moan at the feel of his tip sliding against your folds, gathering your slick and rubbing against your clit. He doesn’t wait for you to beg for him before he’s sliding in in one thrust.

“Fuck, Shua.” You cry out, the feeling of him stretching you so perfectly adding fuel to the fire burning inside you.

“You take me so well every time, y/n. Such a perfect pussy. And all for me and just me, right?”

“Just you.” You think you say it coherently, but it’s more of a muffled moan into the pillow as you try to raise your ass to meet his hips.

His fingers dig into your hips when you press against him, trying not to come already and letting out a low groan. His grip loosens as his pace picks up, one arm reaching around your waist, the other reaching for your throat, pulling your body up to him.

“You okay, baby?” His lips find your ear, his panting making you clench around him. He hisses in your ear, adding a little pressure to the hold on your neck. “Talk to me, pretty girl.”

“I- ah, I’m okay. Feels so good, Shua.” You whine, reaching behind you to grab his hair, your other hand’s nails digging into the forearm around your waist.

“Gonna come all over my cock, right baby? Give me a third?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from being too loud.

“Come with me, Shua. Please, baby.”

“Where do you want me?” He growls in your ear, but he already knows your answer, his hips snapping to yours a little harder when you mutter the word inside.

“If that’s what the pretty girl wants.” He grins, kissing the space under your ear.

A few more thrusts and you're warning him of your impending third orgasm.

“Let go.” He whispers, and you do. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he buries his face in your neck, and you clench around him. It takes three more sharp thrusts before he buries himself deep inside you, groaning against your skin as he fills you up, your walls milking him for everything.

You feel yourself go limp in his arms, allowing him to maneuver you to lay back down on the bed. You both groan as he pulls out of you, his fingers quickly taking over to shove any escaping cum back inside.

“You keep that in there for me, so I can taste it later, yeah?” You grunt in response, an exhausted smile forming as tired arms reach for him. He’s quick to give you what you need, laying beside you. You run your fingers through his hair, caressing it softly at the base of his neck and giving him goosebumps.

You adore him. You love him. He’s yours, and you’re his. There is no better feeling than being loved by Joshua.

“I love you.” A whisper escapes your lips, and he hums, his head leaning into your palm.

“I love you, too, pretty girl.”

“I’m still mad that you lied, though. Don’t think you’re getting away with that by being a perfect boyfriend.”

“Oh, I’m aware. And I will do whatever you need me to do to make up for it.” You scoff, pulling your hand away from him.

“Oh, you will. Later though. For now, I want my Valentine to cuddle me.”

“Min-su? He’s a kid. I don’t think that’s appropriate, y/n.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” You grumble, flipping over on your side so your back is facing him. He doesn’t hesitate to respond, curling up against you and kissing any part of your face he can reach, making you giggle.

“I’m the best, and you know it. Min-su could only dream to be even as close to the best as I am.”

You don’t respond, not wanting to entertain his bit. You reach behind you for his wrist, the bracelet wrapped around him perfectly and hold his hand close to your chest, enjoying the visual of the two pieces of jewelry connected.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispers it in your ear as you fall asleep, the happiest and most in love you’ve ever been.

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nyugore · 2 months

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cana de açúcar

#icons #lq #messy #aesthetic #random #moodboard #kpop #soft #indie #alternative #joshua #hong jisoo #svt jisoo #svt #seventeen #joshua hong #bg

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monnn · 11 months

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𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

Pairing: non-idol!Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! comfort, fluff, wholesome @_@'

Warnings: none, this is very SAPPY.

WC: 800+

A/N: hi I'm alive, oop. this is originally an epilogue to Winter Petal but can be read as a standalone! I'd be lying if this wasn't highly self-indulgent, but hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! Hope you have a good week and have fun reading loves! ♡

Joshua had been living with you for a few years now. He had seen you at your worst, holding you with no plans of letting you go, but also patiently waited until you were okay to ask for a date. Although you were stunned at his bold approach, a date was all it took for you to see through him. He was in love, with you. And who were you to deny him of receiving love he deserves?

So here you were, in a relationship with Shua, living life at a day’s pace. Waking up to him and sleeping with him had been the best times of your days, as you get to be so close and accessible to his heart. It was one of your unspoken routines to brief about the day, after and before going to bed. And just like any other day, you were getting ready for bed while Shua wrapped up things in the kitchen. Like there was a braincell being shared, both of you enter the room, smiling at each other while getting under the comforters. While he already got tucked in with a book, you were making sure to moisturise your skin and letting it dry before tucking yourself in. Unknown to you, Shua had been observing your actions – from how you got the cream, to the way you gently massaged them into your arms while making sure to leave no spots and flapping your arms for the lotion to dry away faster and to the saturated smile on your face while doing all of these. Shua finds his mind reeling and he’s suddenly so extremely proud of how far you’ve come.

Having your heart broken by your best friend, things had been quite hard but you had taken your time to heal and Joshua had been nothing than patient with you. However, you were made sure to acknowledge your efforts which was his task daily as you tend to shrug your hard work away as nothing. Joshua’s seen all of it, almost. His heart swells at the sight of you and by the time you turn around, tears pool in his eyes, making him look away. Concern takes over you as you barely see Shua cry, because he always talks if anything’s bothering him. You move further towards him, taking his hands as he looks up to you, tears still streaming down his pretty face.

“Hey, I'm here. Whatever it is, you'll be okay. Everything will be okay, I’ve got you”

Hearing this makes Shua cry harder, now a sobbing mess in your arms as he presses himself further into your shoulder. Soft I love you’s escape from him, in between his sobs while you hold him dearly. Just like he's held you, so many times that you can't count of. You're so patient and gentle with him, all Shua wants to do is lose identity and leave to somewhere where he can be by your side all the damn time, for the rest of his life.

A while passes by as Joshua collects himself, breaking away from your hold while reaching for the glass of water by his side. You see him chug it down, while worrying if something’s up. He turns to you, hands moving to hold your face while he slowly brings his forehead to yours.

“I’m not sorry that I cried so much and wet your pajamas, but I love you. And I will make sure you know that, each minute of my life.“ he pauses, trying to collect his breath while you think of speaking.

“Shua, I love you too. I'm always by you no matter-“he cuts you off, placing a little kiss on your mouth.

“No, I'm not done yet.”

Oh no, Mr. Sappy, Too-in-love Gentleman is here.

Leaning forward, he takes a deep breath before getting started again.

“You are so much. Good, bad or whatever, you are so much and I love you for that. You care so much about people around that you forget to care for yourself. But that's okay, because I will do that for you till my last breath.”

Uh oh, the dams break loose again. Wiping his tears in one, he continues as he holds your face in the other.

“I'm so proud of how far you've come. You're so much stronger than you think of and I love you so much that it makes me bawl my heart out. You deserve so much more and while I make sure of you receiving that, I will also love you to my fullest, babe. I love you” *hiccup* “so much.” he ends, crying through his hiccups.

You heart is warm and humid at how much love you have for him, it’s disgusting!!!(actually, adorable) At a loss for anything to be told, you just hug Shua tighter than ever, leaving feather kisses on his knuckles and shoulders while waiting for him to calm down.

In no time, he’s well hydrated and fast asleep, tired from all the crying as you tuck him in, slowly sliding in while he catches your wrist. You can hear a faint I love you from him, as you lie down facing him. He’s so pretty and your heart burns in love for him.

“I love you too, Shua. Always.” you whisper, drifting off to start yet another loving day with your best person.

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renaiswriting · 1 year

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A cup of comfort

Pairing: Joshua Hong/Reader

Summary: You were so excited for this date, only to get stood up. Luckily for you, there's a cute baterista who's more than happy to keep you company.

Warnings: none, just fluff (!!)

Word count: 2.4k

Masterlist.

Gif is not mine.

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You checked the time one more time; you have officially been waiting for almost forty minutes now.

For the first ten minutes, you thought he might be trapped in traffic.

But as time passed, you got more and more anxious.

You have been thinking about this blind date your friend insisted on for quite some time; you weren't too thrilled about meeting new people yet since it hasn't been so long since you and your ex-boyfriend broke up.

Oh well, since he dumped you, to be more exact.

Your friend told you this guy was the sweetest and smartest guy she had ever known. Talking nothing but good things about him for weeks.

Apparently, he was your friend's boyfriend's best friend, and he has also been dumped by his ex-girlfriend and is ready to start something new.

So, you put so much effort into looking good. You went out of your way to your friend's house to ask her to lend you one of her dresses that you loved so much. It was red with cute little flowers.

You also spent hours doing your hair and make-up, using even your favorite lipstick and that special perfume that you only use on special occasions since it's really expensive.

You checked if he, Jaemin, had sent you any texts, as you have been texting him asking if he was coming.

Nothing.

Should you send another one?

You stopped yourself from going through your chat; you didn't want to seem that desperate.

You made eye contact with the barista once again; he had approached your table on two occasions now, and both times you told him you were waiting for someone else.

Considering the amount of time you have been there without ordering, you were suspecting they were just about to ask you to leave or order something.

But the thing is, you weren't even hungry.

At first, the nervousness of having a first date, most specifically a blind date, with a guy your friend was constantly telling you how much of a perfect match he was for you took all the appetite away from you. But now that you were there alone, the embarrassment of spending so much time and getting all excited about this date made you feel nothing but nauseous.

You sighed. It would be best to just leave now. The quicker you left, the quicker you could put all this ugly experience in the past.

As you started gathering your things, you heard someone cleaning their throat.

You turned, your cheeks getting red as you saw the same barista that had come to your table for the third time.

He had a big hot chocolate cup with cream on top and a cheesecake. You raised an eyebrow, looking confused at him.

"Um, I didn't—I didn't order anything."

He smiled softly at you, his smile reaching his eyes as they turned into two crescents.

"I know, it's on the house; you seem kind of sad."

His voice was just as soft as his smile.

"Oh, thank you, but I was actually about to leave."

"I thought you were waiting for someone." He said, putting the things in front of you. A cute cat had been drawn with powdered chocolate on top of the cream. You smiled at that.

"It seems like he couldn't make it." You shrugged.

"We can't let a customer look this sad; it would be bad business for us." He said it, a serious expression decorating his face.

"I'm kind of embarrassed," you confessed to him, but still you sat down again, your eyes focused on the cheesecake that looked way too delicious. "I feel like people just know I've been stood up." You laughed to lift the mood and not give away how much you actually meant it.

"Of course not," he shook his head, smiling again, "no one noticed, trust me, so please enjoy it."

"It feels uncomfortable being here on my own," you told him, moving the food from the tray. "I usually come to places like this with my friends."

The guy looked at the clock behind him and at the number of clients there were inside the little cafe. "Well, I can keep you company for some minutes if you want to."

"Oh no, if you're busy, please don't mind me." You smiled at him.

"I'm free right now." He reassured you.

You nodded, connecting your eyes with his, saying, "Well then, please take a seat."

"So, what's your name?" He asked, getting comfortably into the seat. You were struggling to drink the hot chocolate, not wanting to ruin the cute design. He seemed to notice this, as he encouraged you to try it, saying it was his favorite.

"(Y/n)," you introduced yourself, "this is so good by the way."

"Thank you," he laughed, "hot chocolate is my specialty." He said it proudly.

"What's your name?" You asked, noticing that he hadn't said yours.

"Joshua, you have a beautiful name."

You felt your ears getting red, feeling thankful that your hair was long enough to hide it.

It has been so long since the last time you actually got a compliment, even if it was a polite one, as Joshua just did.

"Thank you; so do you." You returned the compliment, "You want some? This is way too big for me."

"Oh no, please, it's for you. I didn't know if you liked cheesecake, but that's our most popular one, so..."

"I do! It's actually my favorite!"

"I'm glad," he replied; his voice sounded genuine. "I'm more of an apple pie fan myself, but cheesecake is really good too."

"I didn't see apple pie on the menu." You commented, your eyes traveling to the big menu on the wall.

"Oh, we don't. Not yet, at least. But my mom used to make the best apple pie ever. It's been a while since I have had it."

"She doesn't bake it anymore." You asked out of curiosity.

"She does, but she can't send it here without it getting bad, so I just have to accept the pictures she sends me." He smiled.

Now that he mentioned it, you did recognize a slight accent here and there.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from America," he answered, "but I got a chance to study at one of the universities in here with a scholarship, so I couldn't say no to that opportunity."

"I bet you miss your family a lot, huh?"

"I do, but well, I hope it's worth it in the end."

You smiled at him, taking another sip of the hot chocolate.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" You asked, confused.

"Yeah, you came in here alone."

"Oh," you mumbled, cleaning your lips from the rest of the brown drink you were drinking.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he rushed to add, "because it kind of sounded like I was forcing you to tell me."

"Nah, it's okay," you reassured him. "I was supposed to meet with a guy today. My friend planned this blind date thing, but it seems like he couldn't make it."

"Did he tell you he would come?" He asked with a frown.

"No, I sent him some texts asking, but oh well."

"What an asshole." He abruptly said it, sounding annoyed. "And you waited all this time here looking this pretty." He added.

You felt your cheeks turning red, avoiding looking at him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He apologized.

"It's okay, you didn't."

"His loss, honestly." He tried to cheer you up, "but you should honestly be glad it happened; you really dodged a bullet with this one. If he can't take a first date seriously, then he wouldn't take anything seriously."

"I guess so..."

Your phone's screen lit up as a new text from your best friend popped up.

You excused yourself, unlocking your phone to see what your friend sent you.

It was a screenshot of Jaemin's close friend's Instagram story. It was a picture of him and another girl hugging him on the bed.

Oh.

You locked up your phone. But Joshua was frowning.

"What happened?"

You shook your head and said, "Nothing; I just found out why Jaemin didn't come." You smiled.

"Wanna talk about it? If it makes you feel better, I don't know any Jaemin and probably would never know him." He smiled.

You sighed, showing him the screen you had received.

You didn't want to talk about how disappointed you felt about the whole blind date fiasco with your best friend, knowing that she would probably go straight to her boyfriend and tell him everything.

You needed to get everything out of your chest.

You cleared your throat, taking a deep breath to control your emotions because you felt like you were about to explode. " I don't know Jaemin in real life at all. Everything I know is what my friend knows about him because her boyfriend is Jaemin's best friend. Apparently he had broken up with her girlfriend a couple of weeks ago (I don't know how long, but based on what my friend told me, it has been way longer than it sounds), and he said he was ready to find someone else. Long story short, my friend's boyfriend showed him a picture of me, and he was apparently really excited to meet me. So my friend gave him my number, and we talked for around a week before deciding to meet each other here and have a date."

You took a sip of what was left of the hot (now almost cold) chocolate, trying to calm down because the longer you talked about everything, the more hurt and angry you felt.

"He told me he was over her, but now my friend just sent me a screenshot of him and her ex, who I suppose is still her ex and girlfriend together."

Joshua's eyes opened wide. "So he stood you up because of her ex-girlfriend?"

You nodded, cleaning your lips from the brown drink.

"This is really a boomer; I was actually looking forward to this date; he sounded so sweet," you sighed, "whatever."

Joshua moved forward, giving you the sweetest smile you have ever seen. "Don't worry about it; like I said before, this is his loss. You'll find another person, someone better."

"I hope so," you replied honestly. "I've been searching for more fish in the ocean for so long now that I'm starting to think I'm the last one standing." You snorted.

"What do you mean?"

"It's been really long since me and my ex-boyfriend broke up. And if I'm honest, I'm starting to think that was the only relationship I'll ever get in my life, like that was my only chance in the love area." You laughed, trying to mask how honest you were feeling. "Whenever I like someone, they don't even spare me a second look. Jaemin did sound like he was looking forward to our little date, but I think it was only me." You chuckled awkwardly.

Joshua didn't say anything; he just kept looking you straight in the eyes.

You felt awkward all of a sudden. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to dump all of that on you." You chuckled once again, trying to lift the mood. "I'm not usually this pathetic, I swear."

There was something comforting in knowing that, even if you cringed lately at how much you were feeling right now, you could simply ignore coming to this cafe ever again and would never have to face Joshua again.

It kind of gives you the freedom to just let all of your feelings go. If he's judged you lately or made fun of you with his coworkers, you couldn't care less; it's not like you were planning on meeting him ever again anyway.

Joshua shook his face and said, "There's nothing to feel sorry about; I get it. And honestly? It does sound like he was using you—well, maybe not using you but more like playing with your feelings. " It's almost like he was only talking to you to distract himself from his ex if he didn't give it a second thought and simply let you come here all by yourself. I mean, he could easily send you a text letting you know he wasn't coming."

You send him a smile and say, "I guess so; oh, it's already so late." You noted, looking at the time on your phone, "I'm sorry for getting you away from your work." You quickly apologized.

"Don't worry about it; I didn't mind it at all." He reassured you: "What are you going to do now?"

"Well, it's late, so I should probably get home by now. Today has been such a rollercoaster of emotions for me," you laughed. "I feel like it's been forever since I left my house."

"I see. I hope you can have a nice rest today, then."

You nodded, both of you walking towards the door of the cafe.

You were the last customer inside, now that you've noted it.

There were two other baristas, one of them behind the cash machine.

You approached them, with Joshua following behind. "How much do I own you?" You asked, taking your wallet from your purse.

"Nothing," you heard Joshua say from behind. "I told you, it's on the house."

You turned around and said, "I'm being serious."

Joshua nodded and replied, "So am I." He moved his attention from you to his co-workers, saying, "Just take it from mine."

You saw them nodding.

You sighed, knowing that there was no way to convince him. Instead, you took the money you were going to pay for the coffee and cheesecake and put it in the tip jar.

"For the therapy session." You shut him up before he could protest.

"There's no need, really." He reassured you. "That's way too much for a tip."

"I don't care," you replied, putting the wallet back in your purse. "Thank you for the food."

"I'll have to do something to return it." He mumbled. "It's way too much."

"Like what?" You said laughing; you weren't going to accept whatever he was thinking of; you were going to walk past that door and never come back. After all you talked about with him, you were not embarrassing yourself more.

"Let's go to the cinema." He offered. "Tomorrow night."

Oh, boy.

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Seventeen as Romantic Tropes

Main Masterlist | Group Masterlist Paring: Seventeen OT 13 X reader Warning: None Summary: My take on each member, Enjoy!

S.coups - Office Romance S.Coups gives heavy CEO vibes and there are a lot of fan fics of this man being a CEO and then falling in love with us (the readers, I wish). I think it’s because of his alpha energy.

“One chance. One date, not a meeting. Just me and you.”

Jeonghan - Friends to lover Most people would put Jeonghan in an enemy-to-lover type of situation but I would disagree, Jeonghan would be the type to completely ignore who he doesn’t like and focus more on who he likes (me when)

“You shine in the night sky, I’m scared to speak the truth as I am afraid to lose you.”

Joshua - Highschool sweetheart He’s a sweetheart, gentlemen. I feel like he would be dating you forever and you would stay together for a long time. This is mostly cause I think Joshua would respect you a lot and would love you for who you are.

“I can’t believe we looked like babies back then, now we are gonna have our own babies soon.”

Jun - Childhood friends to lover I MEAN MOON JUNHUI THE ACTOR. EVERYONE WATCH EXCLUSIVE FAIRYTALE OR I AIN’T TALKING WITH YOU!!! Anyways Jun has stated he liked to stay home a lot so I didn’t think the strangers to lovers would be a thing and the only time period where you were forced out to play was when you were a child so I feel that this trope would be fitting.

“Should we buy a house in the place we used to play as kids, I think it would be fun to play again there.”

Hoshi - Soulmates Inspo credit from Hoshi in debate night (iykyk). I think Hoshi would believe in soulmates and chase you to convince you that there is a red thread holding both of you together. He would be clingy until you accept him.

“You can’t run from me, I’M YOUR SOULMATE!”

Wonwoo - Second life Wonwoo would love you in the past life but it doesn’t work, so he would remember the past and search for you. I think he’s very loyal and would find you if you were in his memories. He would chase after you and you would think he’s crazy.

“Look, I know it sounds crazy but we loved each other in our past lives.”

Woozi - She fell first but he fell harder I think you would chase Woozi cause he is such a talent! Yet along the road, there would be Angst and Woozi would deny his love for you and you give up. He would try to win you back after accepting his feelings.

“I’m sorry, I was a coward. I’ll try and win you back, so give me a chance.”

The8 - Summer love Minghao loves nature and going out, I think you could meet in the summer maybe at a campsite or a beach. You would enjoy your time together but it won’t last with his busy schedule and his desire to create.

“I don’t want summer to end, cause I feel like I won’t see you again”

Mingyu - Strangers to lovers Mingyu is I would say a social butterfly, he would have no problem with approaching you. Maybe you guys have mutual friends and got to know each other, but you guys would vibe and go on a few dates.

“Thank you for your time, I appreciate it. I,… never mind”

DK - First love DK would be so loyal to his love for you, he would stick by you making sure you are ok. He would ignore everyone to be with you. He fell first, facts. Act of service king and if one day you fall for him, destiny would grant his wish.

“I love you so much, you are my first and my last love.”

Seungkwan - Enemies to lover Oh, you guys have beef, arguing with each other daily. Trying to win petty fights. I think over time you would get tired of the fighting and distance yourself. With this, both of you felt so empty without each other. Kinda like our summer tbh hahah.

“Are you scared, is that why you're ignoring me? Cause it felt like just yesterday we were fighting and now I can’t live without you. ”

Vernon - deskmates I was about to put brother's best friend, but I think Vernon would just say hi to you and that’s it. I think for Vernon it requires forced proximity like being deskmates. If you spend a lot of time together you will get closer and fall in love (AWWW)

“I just don’t get this number, HOW is it 69.4.”

Dino - Brother’s Bestfriend Ohhhh Chan would try to make it look smooth, he would hang out with your brother more just to see you. You? Well, you would suddenly want to hang out with your brother more to see Chan. Fr fr giving hidden love vibes, if yk yk.

“I wanted you to be mine a long time ago, but I wanted to respect your brother. Now I can’t hold back how I feel.”

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Sexday

Pairing: Joshua Hong (Seventeen) x Fem!Reader; Genre: established relationship, smut; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: unprotected sex. that's it; Wordcount: 330

Summary: Joshua knows exactly how to please you.

Joshua buried his face in the crook of your neck. He panted heavily, his breath fanning over your skin. He had stilled momentarily, hovering above your body as he took in the feeling of your tight pussy.

He leaned on his elbows, keeping barely any space between his and your upper body. Joshua could feel how your breathing matched his own, your breasts pressing into the skin of his chest.

Tentatively Joshua rolled his hips, his dick dragging along your walls and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your nails dragged over his back, leaving red lines in their way. You had your legs open wide, giving Joshua the best access as he started to build up his pace.

Joshua fucked into your hole, placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place. He licked and kissed over your neck, whispering dozens of praises into your skin.

You arched your back, changing the angle of his thrusts. As his shaft dragged over your clit now, your moans increased in volume. “Fuck, Shua, feels so good”, you cried out, drunk on the feeling.

Joshua chuckled softly and kissed your cheek. “Struggling already, darling? We haven’t even reached the second round yet.” He laughed yet again when you only made some incomprehensible sounds.

“Love”, you moaned, “love you.”

Joshua stopped his movements again. He pushed himself up and looked at your face, grinning when he saw your blissed expression. He brushed your hair out of your face and pecked your lips. “I love you too, darling.” As soon as you hummed in understanding, Joshua picked up his movements again.

You gasped from the sudden increase of friction again and Joshua used the chance to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth and deepening the kiss.

If it were for him, Joshua would make love to you all day and he definitely intended to do it today, since neither of you had to leave for work.

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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hi dear! i saw your writing about being sick and not telling woozi, and i was wondering if you could do a shua version?😭i kinda have a cold rn and this was so comforting i loved it, it’s totally okay if it’s too much and you don’t wanna write it!<3 have a nice day, take care!

sick with joshua! ✧˖°.

i'm 110% convinced he would take care of you the absolute best whenever you're sick!!

he'll have gradual red flags the way that jihoon does as you go about your day without telling him

the first red flag was in the morning when he realized you're energy seems off

he wakes up before you and plays with your hair until you wake up

he notices you're breaking out in a cold sweat and his sighs, wiping your forehead with his sleeve

when your eyes flutter open, he smiles at you

"good morning, beautiful," he grins

"morning..," you groan, breaking out into a cough after your voice comes out raspy

"are you alright? should i get you some cold medicine?"

"no, i'm good. my allergies have just been acting up," you say

he sees this tiredness in your eyes, and it makes him feel sorry for you

he continues to brush through your hair and whispers to you since your voice doesn't get very loud

"hey, let's call in and say we'll come in late today. you seem tired, honey," he says quietly

"no, i'm okay, i'll get up now," and the moment is over

as you both get ready, he stops to get you some allergy medicine for the day, setting a reminder in his phone for when he should remind you to take the second dose

he puts a small thing of tissues in your handbag and tea packets and then showers you with kisses before leaving, telling you that he hopes his kisses give you energy

and that's when he is able to brush away most of his worry for you

as you go about your day with your energy drained and being able to kind of breathe because of the meds he gives, you text shua every so often to thank him and continue to convince him that you're okay

you: hey, shua, i hope you're doing well

you: thanks for the meds! i can breathe well now

shua: of course, anything for you 🤍

shua: i'm doing great

shua: still tired?

you: just a little

shua: i packed you some tea in your handbag

you: what? when?

shua: boil some water in your breakroom and see if there's some honey to put in it if you don't like the taste

shua: i packed the one that's best to clear your sinuses

you: shua wth 😭

you: i love you

shua: i love you more

and he doesn't worry about you until he knows you're done with work and he wants to call

and that's when the next red flag comes up

"hey, y/n/n, i missed you-"

and then you start coughing and it's the most outrageous, disgusting, crackily sounding cough anyone has ever heard

you swear you can hear the side eye he's giving you as he says, "did you not drink the tea i packed?"

"i did! i just- still have some phlegm in my throat from the allergies."

he does NOT completely believe you

at all

but it's fine, he brushes it off because obviously you don't want to make a big deal out of it

"get home safely, okay, beautiful?"

"okay, i'll see you at home in a bit."

he calls out of work early

he knows you have that attitude where you don't want him to worry about you

so he already prepared for this

he stopped by the store to get you your favorite cake and a balloon

his plan was to disguise this work absensce as a surprise for you 😭

he also bought extra meds, tissues, and teas for you at the store as well

when he got home and he was holding a cake and balloons in his hands, you kind of stare at him from the couch under lots of tissues

you can't even comprehend that he's home and that you need to somehow make the tissues disappear because he's home early!

but that's when he pretty much knew 110% that you were sick

"shua, what the? why are you home so early? and why do you have all that?" you say, gathering the tissues and throwing them away quickly

"surprise! i saw this cake was on sale at the store during my lunch break, and i know it's your favorite. so i decided to call off early and surprise you at home."

"honey, you really didn't have to! work is important."

"and taking care of my lover is important, too. don't even pretend you're not sick. you should tell me these things."

"it's allergies-"

he places his palm on your forehead and tsks at you

"you have a fever, love. let's have an early dinner and then eat some cake, okay? don't make me worry more."

"okay, fine..."

he makes you a nice, elaborate dinner that'll warm you up and offers you some of his share of the food in case you're extra hungry

when you shamefully say you don't feel very hungry, he tells you that it's okay and that he'll pack the leftovers for another day

he has the other seventeen members send you words of love and determination so that you'll feel better and get well soon!

and you feel like crying as he reads them out to you

after he shares a slice of cake with you, he offers to carry you to bed, and even though you say no, he finds a way to either carry you or support you on your way to the room

he chooses some of your clothes (his sweatshirt and your yoga pants) for you to change into and helps you wash your face and prepare for bed (with meds ofc!)

and you both lay in bed together

he sings to you as he rubs your back and always hands you a tissue even before you need to ask

"why didn't you let me take care of you for all of today, jagi?" he asks softly

you sigh as you say, "i really just didn't want you to worry or feel inconvenienced. i'm sorry..."

"don't be sorry. let me be here for you whenever you're not feeling well, please. i want you to depend on me sometimes. don't you want me to depend on you sometimes, too?"

"yeah, but that's different..."

"i don't think so. let me take care of you the way you take care of me, okay, gorgeous?"

"okay, shua. i love you so much."

"i love you so much."

"i think i'm getting a fever again."

"i'll go get a wet rag to put on your head, okay? thank you for telling me."

and he cares for you all night. he takes care of you and showers you with kisses.

he doesn't regret it at all, even when he gets sick, too.

you both nurse each other back to good health!

thank you so much for the request, and i hope you feel better soon, anon! i hope you enjoyed the charming and loving shua. feel free to request more things from me! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! you can request literally anything for any member of svt since i don't have any guidelines set yet. i do specialize in woozi, though! have a great day! ς(>‿<.))

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seventeen’s vocal unit when their s/o feels lonely

author’s note: reminder, you are not alone. if anyone needs someone to talk to my dms are always open, you are welcomed to chat! stay safe yall.

synopsis: what the title says.

word count: 0.8k | genre: hurt/comfort | pairings: vocal unit x gn! reader | warnings: description of mental health issues, mentions of food

hannie: babies you all day, all night, trying to keep you company, never leaving you physically alone.

jeonghan is the type of person who can be really mischievous and will tease you every time he has the chance, but when he senses that something is wrong he comes to the rescue with lots of babying and fun activities to keep you distracted. he loves to coo at you every minute of the day, secretly hating how you feel lonely, not daring to upset you further by any means; so in conclusion he does anything and everything you want. he would be always by your side even though you might not want it; he would refuse to leave you alone, afraid of the feeling getting stronger in you if he leaves.

“my angel, i know you feel like you might not have anyone but you know that i’m here right? i will always be by my baby’s side.”

shua: sits down with you and tries to understand your feelings.

when it comes the horrible feeling of loneliness joshua is the best person to confide in; he listens to others very well and is always ready to share the burdens you carry with you, whatever they might be. he is a gentle lover, and would do anything to reassure you how good times would be coming soon, and that your feelings are valid, so he would like to have a deeper conversation with you, trying to slowly unravel your mess of emotions in order to help.

“darling i am so sorry you feel this way, but you know what i always tell you. life is very diverse, sometimes you might feel lonely, other times you might not. i will do everything in my power to prove you that i can be your other half, so you don’t feel this way anymore.”

jihoon: makes you spend time with him in the studio, creating a new song based on your feelings.

now jihoon is not the most talkative person, and his love language is definitely music, which is why he would love for you to try to get him to feel what you feel by creating music and lyrics. he would be eager to replicate what you think, to give you a piece of himself to which you can say that that is exactly what you were thinking about, to feel that he understands you. he is a big believer in connecting through music and its therapeutic power, so he would work very hard to satisfy you and show you a copy of your mind through music.

“babe please come with me, i have something to show you. i finished the song we started the other day, is it accurate? i want you to have the comfort music always gives me.”

dk: drags you out, ranting about wanting to experience many exciting trips with you, trying to make memories to forget how lonely you feel.

dokyeom loves to take care of his lover, and it often comes in the form of food; he would take you to a special place which he had been keeping a secret from you, wanting to use that restaurant for an occasion when you need some cheering up. he is a sunshine so he would be trying really hard to make you laugh lots, so even if for a short amount of time, but you can forget about any worries you had been keeping in yourself. he isn’t pushing on talking about it, since he is afraid you would break like you were some kind of fragile item, so he acts.

“honey, taste this! isn’t it so good? gosh i love this place! i have so many ideas which we can do in the future! don’t worry your pretty little head about anything anymore, let’s stay busy, should we?”

kwan: rests with you in the nature, trying to make you empty your mind for a bit.

he himself tends to feel strong emotions from time to time, and he knows how overwhelming they can be, to actually live life while not being mentally well, so he makes you hit pause. he isn’t trying to tell you what or how to feel, he just simply lets you talk about your thoughts freely, being there, just listening. if you needed advice he would give you some, but otherwise he won’t; he knows you are perfectly capable of expressing what you need, and just gives you that little push to help you find a solution and peace.

“say whatever you need to, i am here. you know you are not alone babyboo, even if you might not completely see what i mean yet. talk it out, then if you want to we will discuss what can be done.”

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❍ the 2k event: joshua + serendipity

alternative title: you, me, and this vast universe

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

genre: sci-fi au, dystopian au, strangers to lovers

word count: 1400

warnings: smoke inhalation, toxic chemicals mention, loss of oxygen mention

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“Warning: engine overheating. Warning: foreign objects detected. Warning: autopilot forcibly disengaged. Warning—”

“Yes, yes, I know, everything’s going wrong!” you huff, wiping your face against your arm. “Come on, darling, just hang in there, will you?”

You’re in the engine room, trying desperately to fix the damage that the latest interaction with the Galactic Officers had caused. You've been on the run for most of your life, and yet the Galactic Officers, morons that they are, never seem to get the message that you refuse to let yourself get arrested. And anyway, what self-respecting law-enforcing group called themselves the ‘Galactic Officers’?

The engine clunks ominously, and your entire spacecraft tilts dangerously to the right. One of the previous warning messages flashes through your mind.

“Ah, stars! The autopilot settings!”

You scramble out of the room and up into the cockpit, wrenching at the handheld control lever, attempting to correct the ship’s course.

“Warning: onboard oxygen failure. Evacuate the spacecraft. Warning: onboard oxygen failure. Evacuate the spacecraft. Warning: onboard oxygen failure. Evacuate the spacecraft."

Gritting your teeth, you steel yourself against the console, both hands still on the lever even as it resists your hold, shaking and shuddering with the rest of your failing ship. There are tears building up in your eyes, and it has nothing to do with the sudden, acrid smell of chemicals permeating the spacecraft.

“Come on, Nabi, do this for me,” you manage to say, even as she burns around you, falling to pieces. But you can’t let her go without at least trying to fight for her. “I—I can’t lose you.”

Somewhere, an oxygen mask falls to the floor, and you bend down to pick it up, holding it over your mouth with one hand and trying to steer your ship with the other. Warning messages echo and bounce off the walls, lights flashing bright red as your ship shudders, creaking and groaning and you want to cry.

But you're not going to let go. If Nabi dies, you're dying with her.

It's not like you have any other family left, anyway.

Suddenly, over the cacophony of warning messages, the cool voice of an information announcement makes you look up.

"Alert: spacecraft requesting port side docking permission. Grant or deny permission?"

You grit your teeth. You hadn't noticed a ship flying any where near you. What sort of idiot decided to dock at a spacecraft that was obviously about to explode any moment?

"Permission granted," you yell, giving a yelp when the ship groans again. "If they want to die with me, then who am I to stop them?"

There's a creaking sound, and Nabi shudders again as the new spacecraft connects with yours. You barely pay them any attention. A thought crosses your mind that it might be the Galactic Officers once again, but you can't bring yourself to care. You're dying anyway. They wouldn't be able to tear you off of Nabi if they tried.

"Oh my god, it's only one person!"

The panicked voice makes you whip around. There, in the port door, is a… boy?

His eyes are wide, and he's all suited up, but you can see his face, the way his hair falls into his eyes as he frantically gestures towards you. He's pretty, you think faintly. Too bad he's a bit of a fool, as well, considering the fact that he was now most likely going to die with you.

You stumble a little, grip loosening on the lever and Nabi lists sideways once more.

"Here! Take my hand!"

Why is the boy still talking to you? His hand is outstretched, the other gripping tight to the door, one foot in your spacecraft and the other in his own. Ah. He must be from the ship that requested docking permission.

Weird.

You chuckle a little. The lack of oxygen is getting to you.

"Please!" The boy's voice is desperate now. "Please, let me save you! You don't have to die!"

Why is he so worried about you?

You shake your head, trying to show that you're going down with Nabi. Or maybe you only think you shake your head.

"Come to me! Please! You're—you're going to die!"

Holy shit, he's right. You're going to die. You're dying. Your eyes widen. Somewhere, one of Nabi's panels crash to the floor, and out of the cockpit window you can see the smoke billowing around you as she burns apart.

The stars are floating in the edges of your vision, and everything has gone all woozy. Definitely lack of oxygen, you think, just barely, before finally you keel over and the world goes black.

———————————— 🛰

You’re blinked out of your reverie by a steady hand resting against your shoulder, and you look up to see Joshua smiling down at you.

“Hey.”

You smile back at him, patting the empty space on the metal floor next to you. “Hey.”

He lowers himself down to the floor, knees up to his chest, back against the wall, tilting his head. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Too many thoughts,” you reply, staring down the hallway of the spacecraft. It’s the middle of the night, and all the lights have been shut off, but the soft glow of the purple emergency lights lining the halls remain.

Joshua nods in acknowledgment. “Jeonghan’s just fallen asleep. Cheol is wandering around somewhere, though,” he says, waving a hand. “He’s not in the cockpit, so he’s probably raiding the pantry, I think.”

The image makes your lips tug up into another smile.

There’s silence, then, the both of you sitting on the floor in one of the spacecraft’s hallways, the quiet hum of machinery surrounding you. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine that you're back on your own ship, Nabi humming with life all around you.

You open your eyes and look over at Joshua, who looks back at you, eyes warm.

It's been twelve months since Nabi passed. Joshua, the boy who saved you, had taken you aboard his own ship, the ship he shared with two others. You’d been horribly injured and horribly disoriented, and it was only through the careful medical care from Jeonghan and the reassured smiles from Seungcheol and the warm, ever-comforting presence of Joshua that you managed to salvage the wreck that had been your emotions and your life.

They've been nothing but accepting of you, and you feel as if you could have a place here. A family, almost. A family after Nabi.

Joshua nudges with you with his shoulder, eyebrows raised. “Penny for your thoughts?”

"It's almost a year since my ship exploded."

Joshua’s eyes widen and soften at the same time. It’s a fascinating ability of his, the way he can look so surprised and gentle all at once.

“Stars, you’re right,” he says, and even his voice is soft. “How… how are you feeling?”

You chuckle softly. "Not good, if I’m being honest. She was… well, she was my everything. I don't think there will be a day where I don't mourn her."

"I'm sorry." Joshua looks sorry, like it was his fault that Nabi no longer exists. The expression of regret on his face makes something tug in your heart, and you shake your head.

"Gosh, there's no need to feel sorry," you say quickly. "It's not your fault. In fact, you're kind of the reason I'm still here, you know?" A smile quirks up the corner of your lips. "You're the one who saved me. My angel, almost."

Joshua smiles, then, and you can't mistake the pink that dusts his cheeks.

"In this vast, endless universe, I managed to find you," he says, and leans forward to pinch your cheek affectionately. "It's almost like the cosmos moved for us to make this impossibility possible."

You smile, leaning into his hand as his palm softens against your skin, cupping your cheek. You're still not sure what he means to you, or what you mean to him, but for now you feel safe. As if…

"You're my serendipity," you say, quietly. "The safe haven I found in the middle of a catastrophe. My serendipity."

Joshua's smile brightens and softens at the same time, and his thumb brushes against your cheekbone.

"Just as you are mine," he says, heart-flutteringly warm. He leans forward, then, pressing a kiss to your nose. "Don't worry, my Y/N," he whispers. "Just let me love you."

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shua-ssi · 11 months

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◌ ˚ ∘ ﹏ 🌃

⊹ 'cuz at seven you will be here with me

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joonmon · 4 months

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Day 10

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fantasy-svt · 11 months

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You're stuck with me now

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Synopsis: Carrying a curse for years, Joshua can not fall in love ever again. You, however, changed his thoughts on love all over again.

Pairing: Hong Joshua x fem!reader Word Count: 2.6k words Warnings! Abusive relationship (past), death

The elven kingdom, hidden far into the woods and unable to be reached if you didn't know it, was beautiful. The trees stood proudly, reaching for the skies and the sun could barely reach the ground through the leaves. Flowers bloomed that Joshua had never seen before in his life, not even from Flora, and the scent they emitted smelled like vanilla. When Joshua looked closer, he could also see the soft light that sprouted from the leaves.

Junhui was leading them down a path, loudly telling them to not wander off of it or they'd get lost. Thousands of creatures roamed around the area, which made it bit difficult to stay on the path for some. Wonwoo, for example, was so fascinated with his surroundings that he could barely keep his eyes away from the pages in his notebook, writing down everything that he saw. Both him and Wonwoo were here as Seungcheol's advocates, the man being unable to come by himself due to his new duties as the king-to-be. So Wonwoo came to talk to the elves about the truce while Joshua joined him for his own curiosity. As a healer, the elves were always some sort of inspiration as they were all great healers with their own unique methods and Junhui, unfortunately, didn't gain that knowledge.

"Come on!" Junhui whined loudly, pulling Joshua and Wonwoo along with him down the path. The boy was excited to see his family, Joshua couldn't blame him. He hadn't seen his family in person for years at this point, only through letters or spells could he talk to them and it was starting to take a toll on him. He missed them immensely, but he could only wish to see them again for the time being.

"Junhui! " A voice in the distance called out in elvish, but it was easily understood by the two non-elves as Junhui's name. The elf almost glowed as he saw his mother, running her way and throwing himself at her. She didn't seem to mind as she fell to the ground, landing softly in the moss beneath them as they laughed. Other elves started to gather, all glancing at Joshua and Wonwoo. The uneasiness in their eyes was clear, after all elves were not as social unless it was with animals.

Junhui was quick to explain to the others, words softly flowing from his lips as the elves listened carefully. One nodded before turning to the two, telling them to follow and they gladly did. They quickly reached the center of the kingdom, a city with in the middle a large tree with stairs leading up.

"That's at least a million stairs..." Wonwoo spoke, his eyes focused on the tree and his notebook long forgotten.

"Not a million. It's five thousand stairs in total, six thousand if you count the ones to the entrance of the palace." Jun replied and the pen in Wonwoo's hand clattered to the ground, making the squirrels around him flinch before scattering. Joshua was kind enough to pick it up, handing it back to Wonwoo before following Jun and the elder elf to the stairs. What he didn't expect was for the stairs to start moving the second he stepped on them. The stairs itself remained, but a sort of magic lifted him and started to ascent to the top floor.

"You didn't actually think we'd walk, right?" Jun asked with a bright smile, making his way up the stairs with glee. Joshua only shook his head as he started looking around again, pleasantly surprised with how different the view looked. Earlier it looked like a normal forest, but now it looked majestic. The light reflected everywhere, flowers were glowing and the animals were jumping around happily to a faint musical beat.

Arriving at the top, it was yet another marvelous sight. The branches went outwards, all covered in some kind of lights, and the leaves were some kind of golden color that reflected the light like a disco ball would. The doors were giant, life-like flowers and animals carved in to it that looked to good to be true. Inside was a giant room, the ceiling so high that it was barely visible and the throne itself massive as well. A woman sat on it, long dark hair and a crown resting right on top of her head with jewelry dangling down. She was majestic looking, a beauty that Joshua had never seen before.

Even then, however, Joshua's eyes were pulled from the queen to the other seat. You sat there, eyes focused on the man in front of the throne with crossed arms. The dress you wore was red and brown, flowing down your form elegantly and long sleeves hiding your hands. Horns peeked out from your hair, golden wires wrapped around them in beautiful patterns, and Joshua could also spot your tail besides your dress. You looked beautiful and Joshua wondered who you could possibly be, how important you were to sit besides an elvish queen.

"Like her, huh?" Junhui's voice rang out and Joshua gave the younger a short glare before glancing back your way. Wonwoo stepped closer, leaning down and asking who you were with his notebook ready.

"That's (Y/n), a Kirin. She's well respected around here, so don't offend her. Not that I think that's possible." Junhui laughed shortly before continuing. "She advises others, especially the queen. That is, when she's here. She travels a lot, helping people when she can. As a Kirin, she can heal any physical wound." This caught Joshua's attention the most, eyes moving back to you in bewilderment. If you could heal any wound, then...

"I can't heal that, unfortunately." A soft voice pulled Joshua from his thoughts, making him aware how all eyes had turned to him. You were still in your seat, but your eyes were fully on him and a kind smile was enough for Joshua to relax a bit. You stood up, making your way over to him before stopping when you stood right in front of him. Joshua was surprised at your height, even when you were only slightly taller than him. Then again, it shouldn't be surprising since most Kirins were 3 to 5 meters tall (between 10 and 16 feet tall). If anything, you were short since you only stood around 1.80 meters tall (5'9"). Nonetheless, you still looked ethereal to Joshua.

"Thank you." Your smile grew slightly and Joshua realized that you could read his thoughts, making him a bit self-conscious at what he was supposed to think. You gave a last smile before turning to Junhui, giving the elf a smile before patting his head softly.

"You've grown well in the past years." You smiled and it made Joshua wonder how old you were to say such a thing, especially since you looked around his age.

"I'm 24 years old, just like you indeed. I just haven't seen Jun since he was 13 and back then he was a little more..." You paused your sentence when you spotted Junhui's glare, chuckling to yourself softly before looking at Wonwoo. His eyes were on you as well, but you could hear all the questions and assumptions from inside his head. It made you dizzy, so you blocked the thoughts out of your mind and focused back on the two before you.

"Could we talk?" Your question was directed at Joshua and the man quickly agreed to this, wanting to ask you about what you had said earlier. So he followed you, back down the stairs and to a lovely home in the city. It was closed off from everyone else, but that seemed logical with your role here. Entering, Joshua was overwhelmed with the smell of roses and vanilla.

"I hope you don't mind those smells, it helps me clear my mind." You said and Joshua only replied with a 'I don't mind' before sitting down in a seat, thanking you for the tea that was placed in front of him.

"This is pu'er tea..." Joshua mumbled to himself, all too familiar with it thanks to Minghao's tea ceremonies that he always attended. You only smiled at him before nodding, sitting down opposite of him with your own cup.

"I can't heal magical wounds." You spoke and Joshua looked up, a bit of annoyance appearing in his eyes as his hand moved to his chest.

"How did it happen?" "I got cursed." Joshua was quick to reply, wincing at the painful memories. Not wanting to say anything, he just opened his mind and thought back to everything that had happened.

"You couldn't give up your friends..." You mumbled, eyes wide as you heard every detail of his life that he was willing to show.

A girl he loved and yet the same girl forced him to leave everyone he loved behind, to only have her for the rest of his life. He moved to the kingdom, away from his family and made new friends. Only for them to also be rejected by her. Days to weeks that he was forced to stay in a shabby house, chained to the wall by his wrists and forced to starve. Saved by the people he now called his soulmates, Jeonghan and Seungcheol. They brought him back, letting him see that what she gave him wasn't love in the slightest. She returned, breaking into his room to yell at him that she'd kill herself if he didn't return. True to her words, she shoved a dagger in her heart and cursed him with her final breaths.

You couldn't control the tears that slipped down your face, eyes moving to his wrists. Both covered in bracelets and now it seemed obvious to why he wore them. Gulping, you let your eyes move to his face again.

"That's enough, close your mind." You spoke softly and Joshua followed, blocking his thoughts and you nodded before getting up from your seat. You stepped closer to him, asking for permission to touch him. When he granted you that, you moved your hand to his shoulder and Joshua felt a relaxing energy run though his body. His worries washed away like they were nothing and for once in the last year, he actually felt relaxed.

"I might not be able to heal your mind with my magic, but I can help this much." You said as you walked back around to your seat to sit. Joshua only thanked you again before drinking his tea cup in one gulp. Joshua had hope when Junhui mentioned that you could help all wounds, but now that hope shattered just like it had when Jeonghan couldn't help him.

"Do you know her magic type? Born or learned, I mean." You asked and Joshua had to think about it for awhile. She had mentioned learning it, but he didn't know for certain anymore. Not wanting to think about her anymore, Joshua shut his mind once more and you held out your hand. Knowing what you meant, Joshua slowly let his hand touch yours and his body instantly reacted again.

"It's not a killing curse, I can sense that much." You explained, making Joshua open his eyes once more before slowly nodding. He knew that much, she had said so much when she cursed him.

"You'll be doomed when you love another."

"That's not very lady-like." A comment that normally would annoy you, now only made you chuckle. You had to admit that Joshua was right with his teasing, your skirt was pulled to your knees and the loose sleeveless top probably made you look very funny to others. You knew that Joshua only teased, however, as he came closer your way, you didn't even need your mind reading for that.

"Why are you out so late?" "Couldn't sleep..." You confessed and Joshua gave an empathic smile, sitting down on the bench as he looked to the stars. His eyes were drooping, but he refused to fall asleep. He didn't want to dream and Jihoon wasn't here, so there was no potion for him to not dream during sleep. So he'd stay awake until Jihoon returned and he'd scold the younger when he did for not make him some in advance.

You sat beside him, a bit closer than he expected you to sit, and softly sighed. Then you laid your head down on his shoulders, which made Joshua noticed that your horns had fallen off.

"It's normal, don't worry. It's like shedding." You were quick to explain, making Joshua nod in relief. His eyes remained on the stars for a few more seconds until he heard soft snores from you, only making a smile appear on his face as he laid his head on yours. Soon enough, he too fell asleep underneath the stars.

Joshua didn't expect to see you, not so early in the morning and certainly not during his meeting with Seungcheol. Yet you were, running in with the brightest smile and a paper held tightly in your hand. Joshua recognized it easily as a document of someone, but it wasn't until he read the name that he realized whose.

"She learned sorcery." You stated, which caused to room to go quiet as all waited for an explanation. Jihoon did seem to get it, patting Joshua on the back softly.

"You're not cursed, you haven't been since she died." You explained softly and that was something that everyone gasped at. Joshua got up slowly, walking your way and grabbing the paper from your hand, skimming over the letters before looking back up at you.

"I'm not cursed..." He softly mumbled before a smile appeared on his face, brighter than you had ever seen before. Then you were suddenly lifted off the ground, spun around by Joshua as he laughed freely. When your feet touched the ground again, you didn't have a chance to say anything as you were suddenly kissed. Joshua seemed to realize seconds later and pulled back, staring at you for a couple of seconds before dropping his hands. You just smiled at him, pecking his lips softly before turning to the boys.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys, I'll take my leave now." You said and the others laughed, shaking their heads.

"Take Joshua with you, he won't concentrate anymore!" Jeonghan yelled and Joshua took his shot, winking at his friend before dragging you out of the room. His smile didn't disappear, if anything it only grew brighter with every step he took. The walk to the garden wasn't for, not with how fast the two of you were running, and when you reached it, Joshua pulled you down to the ground. Sitting between thousands of flowers made you smile, liking how pretty they looked and the smell they gave off was relaxing.

"Stay with me. Don't leave, please." Joshua pleaded and you could hear the soft anxiety in his voice, one that only made your heart ache. Raising your hands to his face, you softly placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I won't leave you, ever. I'll travel to the elven kingdom from time to time, but I'll always come back to you. I can't and I won't leave you." You confessed to him, hoping that your sincerity was clear enough to make his worries disappear. Leaning his head in your hand, he nodded shortly and let out a sigh. He believed you, he wanted too. So he'd trust you for now and hoped that you would stay true to your word.

"I will." You promised again, kissing him a final time on the lips before giving him a reassuring smile.

"You're stuck with me from now on."

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