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svt-rosalie · 7 months

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˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 80%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — seungcheol + jihye ❪ JICHEOL ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — jihye is seungcheol’s literal child. doesn’t matter if they are only 5 years apart, he raised that child since she was a baby (at least that’s what he tells everyone).

seungcheol adores jihye, in every sense. he feels very overprotective of her and always tries to steer her in the right direction. ever since they met for the first time in the ugly green training room back in 2013, he’s been very protective of her in a fatherly sense. honestly, he thought she was adorable with her chubby face (from all the pastry’s she would bake and eat) and how enthusiastic she was to finally be living in south korea and getting to learn more about her culture.

as the two grew older, seungcheol became less overbearing you could say but was always 2 steps behind the girl. he’s there when she needs a hug, when she needs someone to jump for joy with, or when she needs a shoulder to cry on. seungcheol would never let his daughter sister think she was alone in this world.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 71%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — jeonghan + jihye ❪ JEONGHYE ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — when roaslie first came to pledis entertainment and korea, she was a sweet girl who was very innocent and such a peaceful aura to her. don’t get anyone wrong she still is that way but if you put jeonghan into the mix, little peaceful rosie turns into menace to society rosie.

if jeonghan wants something from somebody else, he’ll make rosie go get it and flutter her eyelashes because he KNOWS nobody will say no to her, not the managers, the the boys, even the fans. of course jeonghan never wants to get rosie in trouble, that’s his little sister but that doesn’t stop him from wreaking havoc in all of pledis/hybe entertainment.

regardless of the trouble these two get into rosie really is like a mini me of jeonghan. she’ll copy him and get a lego set to build with him and even try and learn to play the same games as him just so she can spend some time with him, even when they are together a lot of the time. it’s cute, a mini little jeonghan.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 87%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — joshua + jihye ❪ JOSHYE ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — her best big brother joshua. never let rosalie hear ANYONE talking shit about this man or there will be hell to pay for. in the most platonic way ever, they are IN LOVE, i kid you not — jihye wishes joshua was born into her family or that they were related somehow.

he’s one of her best friends and a person that rosie looks up to in life. jihye has always been a little sensitive when it comes to the world despite her extravagant personality, and joshua is the one who can see behind the facade but never discourages her when it comes to expressing herself!

honestly jihye finds everything that joshua does is amazing. he makes a joke that the other boys don’t laugh at, instead of silence you’ll hear rosie laughing the loudest you’ve ever heard — if you can’t find jihye she’s probably in joshua’s room making bracelets with him.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 61%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — junhui + jihye ❪ JIHUI ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — these two did not know how to act around each other. poor babies, they were so awkward when they first met, what with little 13 year old rosie being stood at 5’6 at that time, junhui called her his big little sister.

junhui gives love to jihye and takes care of her in silence. when jihye was in middle and high school she would always have a lunch packed for her with her favorite snacks by none other than jun, junhui would make jihye’s bed for her when she left for school knowing she was always in such a rush to get out the door and knows she loves coming home to a freshly made bed, even when she would fall asleep at her desk from staying up too late studying — junhui would tuck her in for bed and make sure she had her favorite stuffed animal, clementine the cow.

jihye always thought jun was the coolest person. he spoke chinese and was learning how to speak korean at the time they met, he was one of the tallest people she met at that point (excluding mingyu) and he just had the coolness she thought was extremely awesome. she never thought he was awkward or weird and always loved to be around him and be around him.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 55%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — soonyoung + jihye ❪ JIYOUNG ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — the tiger and the cow (she is not an actual cow or looks like one for that matter she is just obsessed with them. do not argue with rosie on this though. . . it will not end well — just ask jihoon how it ended for him). a chaotic mess you can’t tell if you need or not, it’s 50/50 thing.

soonyoung and jihye are like one person when they are together. rosalie already has an extroverted big personality but you put hoshi in the mix it turns into one big chaotic loving mess (jihye is usually the one who starts the chaos).

jihye was always the one to keep hoshi up at night talking about her most recent interest (the latest one being snakes) and usually fell asleep cuddling him with a smile on her face. the next morning usually involved the member next door to them to shut up because they could hear jihye’s squeals about snakes from next door. hoshi would very much defend her and stay up the next night again talking, just cause.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 49%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — wonwoo + jihye ❪ JIWOO ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — wonwoo is obsessed with jihye, he literally looks at her like she holds the stars in the sky (platonically of course). she was such a (not so) little baby back when she came to korea and met wonwoo that he just wanted to hold her close and never let go. he calls her his little squish because of how chubby her cheeks were when she showed up and the nickname has stuck.

wonwoo helps jihye win when they play mario kart and any other game they play weather it be a video game or a board game or even when they have a mission during going seventeen, wonwoo will help jihye first before he tries to win.

so much love is put into their friendship and wonwoo always knows that he has jihye by his side with everything he goes through and the same goes for jihye. sometimes jihye’s social battery just runs out and when she needs some cuddles and just a quiet place to go to she will seek out wonwoo and he loves it. it’s the greatest thing.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 98%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — jihoon + jihye ❪ JIJI ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — jihoon is jihye’s biggest hater. YOU’VE HEARD IT HERE FIRST PEOPLE, jihoon is a rosalie anti. i’m just kidding, jihoon loves jihye just as much as he loves picking on her.

ever since the two met it’s been like a tom and merry friendship — rosie will do whatever just to annoy the older boy and claim “you can’t do anything i’m younger than you!” and then woozi would do whatever he can to get on the girls nerves and say “you should respect your older brother, stop being a brat”.

i promise, they love each other — but come on it’s so much fun to see rosalie get frustrated and try not to curse at jihoon because he knows she doesn’t like to use profanity. it’s funny though because jihoon is usually one of the first person the defend jihye if someone try’s to pick on her because only he can say that she’s not a miniature cow (more like a giraffe) but those are his words and if you try to bully her, he’ll bully you.

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pffbts · 2 years

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Hello hiii so first and foremost you are a great writer 🥺🥺 i dont know but there is something homely about your fics, you make life looks pretty, soft, calming (yeah even when it is heartbreaking) through your fics and i lovEEE IT YOU ALWAYS TUG MY HEART :(( anyways thank you for accepting request!! Can i request something angsty (yeah i live for your angst bcs in a way it is still… soft) but please, happy ending- is this too wide of a request? Do i need to make it even more specific? Actually i would love any angst + happy ending scenarios so i dont have anything specific in mind 😭 any svt members, you can decide~ but if you need something more specific, i will try to suggest one later!! Thank you for writing!! 💖

genre: slice of life; angst; comfort; established relationship.

characters: lee seokmin x gn!reader | support: none.

w.c: 3k

author’s note: apologies first, anon, for the late reply to this sweet ask of yours. i hope after reading this lil fic, you’ll feel warm from inside just like you made me feel with this ask. so because you gave me the freedom to choose a member of my choice, i chose seokmin bc he’s the literally the love of my life & i haven’t written him for so long. i hope that’s okay with you? make sure to stay safe and sound, wherever you are, anon. happy reading!

inspiration: the dream sequence in this fic is real. few months ago, i actually did see seokmin in my dream doing the exact things i’ve written under this cut. and, i remember it vividly that i sat there on my bed feeling like i’m about to cry. it was truly such a happy day for me. i don’t think i’ll ever forget about this dream.

[05:02 PM] [he wished he was the blood in your veins, he never told you he was selfish, he only wanted to steal, steal you away from yourself]

―the cool watermelon that you’ve previously taken out of the fridge and had took your time to cut in almost perfect triangles has now been abandoned next to your sprawled, resting body, upon the open veranda that meets with the green sunlit back garden.

the afternoon sun’s warmth is gentle upon your closed eyes and you know you’ve seen this dream before.

in this dream that was born out of a late night promise by the one who wears your heart upon him like a keepsake from you, he’s making your favourite egg toast. his cream coloured t-shirt with wrinkles across the edges is facing you and there’s a humming of a tune you hear every so often from him. seconds later, he turns around and places the plate of warm egg toast and coffee in front of you.

seokmin’s eyes adorn pure crescents greeting you a good morning while the rays of sun showers him perfectly from the side making the ends of his jet black bed hair shine in auburn.

one night during the first week of this work trip when seokmin had to be out of country for one month, you stood in the kitchen with an expected guest named loneliness looming upon your shoulders.

in seokmin’s announced absence, you’ve discovered three places where you can still find him lingering. one, the kitchen. second, his side of the closet where his scent stands still like a clock that has ran out of battery and third, the rack next to the bathroom sink where he keeps his own bathroom essentials, most importantly, his after shave lotion. almost every other morning, you would take the thick glass bottle, holding it carefully in both of your palm and open the cap to gather a small sniff of one of your favourite scent in the world.

although among all these three places there is one place that makes you feel more emptier than ever and that is the kitchen. a place where you both would spend hours talking about each of your days, about things that bothers and of all things mundane yet significantly noted down in your minds. it’s a place where you both wind down, let the night fall upon your shoulders and make a home in each other’s hearts.

when seokmin told you about his trip, you thought you’d go back to your takeout days for dinner every night after work but unconsciously, like a habit that has abandoned you, you’ve found yourself coming back home forgetting in buying one. for the past two years, you’ve become so use to the habit of passing by the smell of seokmin’s home cooked delicacies that now it seems like you can never go back to how it was before he walked in the picture where only you existed till now.

you were making for yourself some chow mein for that night’s dinner while the call with him was on the speaker. you’ve realized this a long time ago that seokmin’s voice makes you feel secure in your bones. his warmth and his soul puts you at ease.

at the end of the day, even when you want to be alone in your room, away from all the turmoil of the world, you always like to listen to him even if he’s not always speaking to you. his voice could be travelling through the walls when he’s in the living room talking to his friends or co-workers over phone and you’d halt the action in your hands unknowingly.

your back will go all relaxed and you’ll exhale soundly staring at the wall just above your eye level with the cotton pad still in-between your thumb and forefinger with which you were previously cleansing the makeup off of your face after a long day at work.

some nights you’d be right by the entrance door returning from giving a visit to your parents and a smile would be automatic on your face when you can hear him being a little too enthusiastic on the other side of the door, singing the karaoke song he has been obsessed with since you have forgotten when.

that night when you told him while you stir fried the chow in the empty house, an empty home that belongs to both you and him, that this isn’t like you and that you cannot believe you’re saying this, a truth which is very universal that you really do sincerely miss him even when you told yourself you’ll not.

you told yourself so because voluntary solitude has always been your friendly neighbor. it helps you by making sure that time flies quickly for you and because it’s so easy to stay connected to people in this day and era, you thought it’ll be in no time that you’ll find seokmin at the doorstep of this shared home.

but it seems solitude has left your side and currently, in its place exist a whole being, a sunlit distraction named lee seokmin.

the man of the hour, who was on the other line, had chuckled softly. usually he would tease but that night, he didn’t. he held the phone close to his mouth and in a gentle voice, he told you that you didn’t have to miss him for long because, “i promise i’ll meet you in your dreams tonight.”

that night he sneaked in through the window of the bedroom like a climber and made himself at home inside your dream. he made you your favourite morning egg toast and a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, strong with no sugar. in your eyes, he became one with the sun that fell upon the breakfast table and when you woke up, in your shared bedroom with seokmin, next to the empty side of the bed, you discovered the sun rays had replaced the warmth that your love leaves behind every morning.

an overwhelming feeling washed over you and your throat tightened up, making you end up crying.

later, that morning, you cried again in the kitchen but didn’t call him. the kitchen reminds you more of him than anything else does. it is where his love fills you to your heart’s brim so it was no better antidote to calm you down.

you didn’t get up right away from your bed like you usually do when you wake up. instead, you sat on your knees upon your side of the bed and leaned down upon his side of the bed. you placed your cheek against the warm bed sheet and as the sun fell upon your eyes, you closed them from making you go blind and rubbed the warmth from the bed sheets upon your cheek.

he was here, you told yourself, nobody ever promised to see me in my dream and kept it so thoroughly.

since that night of promise, seokmin has kept on appearing like this and it’s always the same dream and you realized that you can never get bored of the same cycle of events.

even now that you’re drifting mellow in your subconscious mind, in the corridors of your dreamland, you can smell the coffee in the air and as your vision clears painfully slowly, you figure out his outline – the same old wrinkly cream coloured t-shirt and the curls upon his head all ruffled, asking for you to dig the tips of your finger into them.

only one more night, you said to yourself convincingly, and he will come back home tomorrow.

it was what he had informed you of two nights ago. his voice was a bit hoarse and it seemed the meeting that he previously had made him do most of the talking but he still made sure to let you know of his arrival because he knew you missed him just as much he does.

you wanted to sleep all through this afternoon and night, not waking up at all, until you can feel his presence next morning in this home so that your chest starts to stop feeling so hollow.

seokmin usually does both when he returns home after work. first, he rings the bell and then, unlocks the door himself before you can meet him in the middle at the doorway but that is possible only if you’re home before him during weekdays and on weekends, when it’s your off days.

although this afternoon due to certain intentions, he skips over the first step. he only unlocks the door and prays in his head that you’d be asleep because it’s saturday and usually, most weekend afternoons, you’d be napping after reading a book or watching an animated film.

seokmin trusted his instincts and stepped inside the soundless home. his heart was beating louder than it was planned but nevertheless, with faint footsteps, he walked into the living room and it took him no effort to find you submerged under the orange hue of the drowning sun.

placing the bag of grocery he bought while returning upon the kitchen aisle, seokmin takes some long careful strides and squats in silence next to you, eyes wandering to the abandoned plate full of watermelons.

he smiles and touches the ends of your hair that’s spread out carelessly upon the wooden floor. he doesn’t wake you up. instead, he takes the plate and puts it inside the fridge.

he decides that he needs a nice warm bath and a quick clean shave. maybe when he’s out all fresh and his body is letting go of the jetlag, he’ll take some bite of that watermelon because it looked like, even though you’re not good with kitchen knives, you took your time cutting the chilled watermelon in almost perfect triangles.

seokmin leaves you undisturbed upon the open veranda, covering your legs with a shawl he found clean in the laundry basket and steps inside the bath. he shaves the stubble that was growing around his chin and rubs the after shaving lotion upon the shaved area.

almost half an hour later when he steps out of the bath after drying his hair with a towel that is now resting upon his neck, he gets back into the kitchen and takes out the plate of watermelons he had previously put inside, picking one piece to take a bite and to savor the cooling effect it leaves throughout his body.

he takes the plate and closes the distance between you and him. seokmin settles himself down next to your sleeping self feeling himself somehow becoming one with you under the gradient of the sun that bids another farewell.

he turns his head around to his right and tenderly observes your sleeping face. his eyes follow the mellow ups and downs of your chest. without much thought, he leans in and gently rubs the tip of his nose against your cheek just to check how much he has missed having you next to him and your scent, the wind that flows against all his edges.

he cannot for the life of him wake you up when you look so serene because he realized it’s a privilege to see a person who is stationed so permanently in his heart sleeping like as if, finally, their world is at peace. after all the running and fighting with not just the way of this world but also with yourself, he can see you finally resting and accepting.

it’s a scene that countless painters have painted for centuries only because they knew that there’s always something new to discover when they look at someone they love – both things that the other person hides and things they place in front of the painter’s eyes.

although seokmin can neither draw or paint, he has his memory and in his memory, there are walls where now this scene joins many other paintings with you as the subject.

seokmin stretches his legs to release the fatigue in them and reaches for another piece of watermelon as he sits there waiting for the break of your dawn. he waits patiently for your eyes to be on him after a month long of estrangement.

as the dream started fading into a black infinite canvas, your conscious senses started coming up to the surface. squeezing your eyes, you fought with sleep and in the air, you smelt the strong, tantalizing smell of seokmin’s after shaving lotion. you felt yourself losing.

you thought it is impossible because you know seokmin is not supposed to be here and so this might be your brain trying to trick you. either way, you didn’t understand the point of this trick. you furrowed your brows and opened your eyes.

“are you not cold?” your eyes follow the euphonious voice that you can recognize even in a room full of people. they settle upon the calming presence of the man next to you for long.

“am i dreaming?” your voice that was supposed to sound like you’re in doubt sounded croaky as you had just stepped out of your sleepy state.

you noticed seokmin holding a piece of watermelon in his hand. he takes a bite into it and shakes his head and you can see him visibly beam at you. he seems amused by your reaction as he waits for your further words.

as for you, your eyebrows start climbing up your forehead while your eyes goes wide in astonishment, “you’re really here?”

“you must be dreaming too much of me to think that i’m not real right now,” seokmin declared in a convincing tone to which you thought, how did he know?

“weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?”

“oh, that.” seokmin chuckled, “i lied because i wanted to surprise you.”

“so you did not ring the bell too?”

seokmin hummed back a no. he was very much into finishing up what seemed like his third piece of watermelon.

“god, i cannot believe this. so? how long have i been sleeping?”

“maybe more than an hour. i returned an hour ago.”

“and, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“because i wanted to look at you.”

“i’m not an artifact in a museum, min, you’re funny.”

seokmin laughs at your words and now completely turns around to face you. neither of you say anything and stay as it is in silence. there was nothing to break that silence until the man in front of you put down the hard layer of the melon he has just finished and shuffles around to lay down next to you.

you take half of the shawl that was covering you and place it upon his chest.

“i’m real. see?” seokmin tells you before pulling you close to him as if he knows that you might think of all this happenings as a dream. he holds you tightly against himself and you move to place half of your body upon him.

you tugged your lower lip in, suppressing an overflowing smile as you place a palm upon his cheek, “yes. yes, i see you and i missed you.”

“i missed you too. i even miss you now. i cannot wait to cling onto you until you get sick of me.” seokmin states his wish as he places one of his palm behind your head and pulls you in so that he can nuzzle at the crook of your neck.

“nah, i don’t think that’s happening this soon,” you reply as both of you burst into a fit of giggles, two chests vibrating against each other as each of you feel the warmth, the heart beats and the weight of each other in your arms.

minutes later after a long hug, seokmin unwraps himself from your arms and tells you that you’ll catch a cold like this if you stay this close to the open veranda right now as today’s evening has already welcomed itself at home.

you look at the sky and realize that it is indeed the truth. darkness has fallen and today, it seems like the moon resemblances the shape of seokmin’s eyes when he smiles.

seokmin gets up from the wooden floorboard and lets you take your time to get out of your drowsy state of body. walking into the bedroom, he brings out a hoodie for you and as he watches you wear it upon your t-shirt to warm you up, he offers to make tonight’s dinner.

“that’s one good thing about you being back home. now i don’t have to ponder over what to eat for dinner.” ….and also not be lonely while putting a single plate upon the dinner table to eat because you were not there, you thought to yourself.

it makes you puzzled sometimes how even two years ago you were happy enough to just be back home at your place and eat whatever for the night because you were so used to being on your own but now, you cannot recognize those parts of you in yourself anymore.

you’re too used to it now. the love that seokmin puts in your coffee every morning without you asking for it. so much that now you don’t know where to put it all down in words. you’ve forgotten when seokmin has come and added his golden yellow to your palette of dull blue.

presently, under this blue and yellow gradient coloured sky, what can you call this love? a feeling that can only be equivalent to the stream flowing or the rain drizzling? like coffee, you drink it down and offer to wash the dishes because you want to stay longer. because, it seems like you’re always dreaming since he has walked into your life with a suitcase in hand.

“i cannot believe i’m saying this, min, but i was getting sick of eating takeouts.” you tell him as you follow him into the kitchen. you watch seokmin taking out the vegetables he bought, “i was dying to have a nice dinner made by you.” you conclude not knowing what else to say.

“that’s why i’m here now - to spoil you rotten, sleepyhead. now freshen up, we’ll watch this one movie i found while we eat.” seokmin takes hold of your hand and as your knuckles get buried under the heat of his large palm, you realize that no other part of your body can ever be as warm as the space in-between your and his hand.

welcome home, you tell yourself, it’s been hard, right?

fin.

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evanescentreverie · 3 years

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You Were Meant For Me (SVT Joshua)

Inspired By the song by Gene Kelly - You Were Meant For Me

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"Hey, welcome back." His serene voice entered your ears the moment your eyes closed, the scenery in front of you changing into what he had planned for today. It was a simple set up really. A picnic blanket laid down on the grass, flowers of different kinds found all around us, seeming as if never ending and most importantly, the man you were destined to be with sitting on top of the blanket, waiting for you to join his side.

It was a weird world that you live in, a soulmate system governing the love life of each and every one in this world. There were different ways where you can meet them, and you? You were able to see your soulmate in your dreams, maybe even talk to them. While you can see his face in your dreams, you would immediately forget what he looked like once you woke up, not giving you the chance to search for him. You were only allowed to remember it once the two of you meet outside of your dreams, and only until then are the two of you allowed to tell each other your names. It sucks but it was nice to have someone to talk to after a bad day.

The only thing you could remember was his voice, which was the good thing about it.He had sung to you more times than you could count and every time he did, you would wake up with an amazing mood. His voice was the thing that could get you through a bad moment.

"Angel?" He waved his hands in front of you, breaking you from your small daze. You gave him a smile, sitting down on the empty spot beside him. He handed you a glass of (Favorite drink), as to which you gratefully accepted and offered you some food that he had prepared beforehand. You let out a chuckle, "No Dragons tonight?"

He laughed at your question, a hint of amusement playing in his eyes. "Nope. No dragons tonight."

"Then... What did I do to deserve this kind of romantic setup?" You gestured at the scenery in front of you, curiosity creeping into your mind. The man in front of you smiled softly.

"This? This is nothing. It's the anniversary of the day we first met, after all." You gazed into his eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks when you realized that he was staring at you. You looked away, opting to gaze into the drink that he had handed you.

"Ah, you remembered?"

You felt him take your hands into his, placing a gentle kiss on top of it as he smiled at you. "Of course, my angel. You made quite the impression." He let out a teasing smile, causing you to playfully hit him in the shoulder. "Hey! You said you'd forget!"

"Did I?" He laughed as you continued to playfully hit him before grabbing both of your wrist to stop you from doing so. "You were adorable, Angel. How could I forget?"

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"...but no, this friend of mine really tells the corniest of jokes yet I can't help but laugh at them." You chuckled out, your cheeks hurting from the smile that has not once left your face ever since you entered your dreams. You watched as he laughed along with you, the sound of his laughter bringing joy to your heart.

However, it seems that your happiness must come to an end. You could feel the slight tug on your chest, a frown slowly forming on your lips.

"Is it time?" You stared at him as he asked, his eyes showing a hint of sadness. You nodded, placing your hands on either side of his cheeks before giving a quick peck on his forehead. This caused his cheeks to redden, a sheepish look found on his features. A smile replaced the frown on your lips as you chuckled at the sight, slowly removing your hold. Before you could do so, however, he grabbed your wrists.

You stared at him curiously before feeling his lips on top of yours. It was quick like a passing breeze but it was enough to get your heart pounding. You could only stare at him in a daze, cheeks heating up due to his sudden action. It was now his turn to chuckle, placing his hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair affectionately. "See you tomorrow?" He whispered out, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Your heart fluttered as you tried your best to stop a smile from coming out. "See you tomorrow."

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Today was the day, the day where you were going to open your very own shop. Your heart swelled with pride as you stared at the sign in front of you, your heart beating loudly due to the excitement that you felt. With a nod, you entered your shop, getting ready to officially start the day. You head onto the back of the counter and dusted off any dirt that you may have gotten from the outside. Your head shot up when you heard the bell ring, signifying that someone had arrived. "Welcome to Serendipity!"

There were a group of people that entered your shop, four top be exact. However, one of them really stood out to you and you didn't know why. He seemed oddly familiar, as if you had seen him before but you couldn't really think of where. You then realized that he was staring at you, eyes twinkling in amusement before looking back into his group of friends.

This gave you time to really look at him. What you noticed immediately were his eyes. They can be compared to those of Bambi's, quite doe-like with irises of black and an aegyo-sal found underneath. His hair was a shade of brown, similar to those of a chocolate bar and his smile, god you hoped that he'd stop smiling like that.

You only realized that you were staring at him when he gestured his friends to take a seat, telling them that he would be the one to take their orders. You could feel your heart beating faster as he approached you, your mind mentally screaming at you to calm down despite being calm on the outside. Once he was in front of you, you grinned, "Good morning sir! What do you have in mind today?"

He gave you a smile of his own, slowly telling you what they had in mind. Your eyes widened the moment you heard his voice, head shooting up to stare into his eyes. "...Bambi?" You let out shakily, unsure of the word that left your lips.

He let out a soft chuckle, the sound ever so familiar to you. "Took you awhile, Angel."

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"I think your friends are getting curious as to why you're taking so long." You whispered as you handed him their order, all the while silently pointing at his group with your head. He laughed, his eyes smiling along as he did. "I'd say to leave them be but I'm pretty sure that they'd tease both me and you."

You playfully pushed him, gesturing him to leave you. "You better go then! I'll always be here." You then heard the familiar ringing of the bell, telling you that you have one more customer to tend to. "Plus you're holding the line."

He laughed, hands raised in mock surrender as he took their drinks. "I'll see you later tonight?" He asked with a hopeful tone. You stared at him before letting out a small chuckle and nodding, the red of your cheeks slowly to. "You can bet on it. Now go!"

Once his back was turned on you, you tended to your newly arrived customer. You greeted the the person in front of you, taking their order with a smile on your lips. As you prepared the drink of your latest, you came to a realization that you forgot to do an important thing, causing you to facepalm at your own forgetfulness. 'I forgot to ask for his name!'

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You were met with darkness as soon as you closed your eyes, something that rarely happened due to the fact that he usually sleeps earlier than you do. "Guess he's not here yet." You mumbled out before letting a smile out, "Perfect." You allowed the scenery around you to change into what you have planned out today. You allowed the darkness to transform into the field that the two of you were used to, however, you allowed it to be in a different time of day.

The vast amount of stars twinkled above you, the moon accompanying them looking down at you. The field was endless, a beautiful cherry blossom tree found behind you and on the ground is a picnic blanket filled with the food that he told you he enjoyed. Feeling as if it wasn't enough, you allowed the ground in front of you to float, a chunk of land floating above and towards the sky. It wasn't long for the gentle breeze to gently hit your face, allowing a small smile to creep on your lips.

"Wow Angel. This is beautiful." You turned around, a grin replacing your smile the moment you saw him. You saw how he let out a smile when you did, his eyes staring only at you. "Isn't it? I hope you don't mind the heights."

"Don't worry, I don't."

You took a seat on the picnic blanket, gesturing him to do the same. The man smiled before doing so, his eyes widening when he realized the assortment of food around him. "Are those...?"

"Your favorites? Yes, they are! I hope you like them." You giggled as you watched him eat, soon joining him in his little feast. While the two of you eat, your mind slowly remembered that you forgot to ask their name. You then coughed awkwardly, causing his eyes to look at you in worry.

"So..." You began, heat slowly creeping up your cheeks. "I was wondering if I could maybe..." You hid your cheeks behind your arms, eyes avoiding his own. "...ask for your name?"

You looked back at him, the man in front of you blinking slowly as he tried to register your question. Once he realized what you were asking, he let out a laugh. His sudden laughter caused your cheeks to heat up, your lips forming into a pout. "It's not even that funny, I just kinda forgot to ask it earlier." You looked away, arms crossed as you try to hide the embarrassment you felt. You refused to look at him even as his laughter ceased, the embarrassment you felt not allowing you to do so. However, what he said next forced you to return your attention towards him.

"Joshua." Your head whipped towards his direction, wondering if you had heard it right. "What?"

He chuckled before repeating his introduction, "My name. It's Joshua Hong. Nice to meet you, (Y/n)."

Your eyebrow raised at the mention of your name, wondering how he knew your name. "How did you..."

"It was on your name tag earlier."

You facepalmed at his statement, silently scolding yourself for asking. "Oh right! I feel stupid now."

Joshua laughed, amused by your antics as you scolded yourself for forgetting a simple thing. He stared at you, his heart warming the more he did. "Cute." He blurted out, causing your cheeks to heat up at his sudden statement. "Am not. Stop messing with me."

"You are, you can't tell me otherwise." He told you in a "as a matter of fact" manner, as if nothing you say would change his mind. You sighed before looking away, muttering out a small thank you. He placed a hand on the top of your hand, a soft smile placed on his lips. "Good."

Your eyes focused themselves on Joshua, admiring the man that you were destined to be with. You felt extremely lucky to be with him, silently thanking God that he was the one He gave to you. You let out a small smile before looking at the moon, your mind suddenly remembering a statement you adored.

You let out a small cough, "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" You muttered out, causing Joshua's eyes to widen at your sudden statement. You knew that he knew this since the two of you talked about it once before. However, you couldn't avoid the nervousness that you felt, wondering if it was too early to say this.

It wasn't long before Joshua recovered from the initial shock. He let out a content smile as he took your hand into his, gently squeezing it as he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in his life. his voice a whisper as he answered you. "I can die happy."

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ming-yu-hao · 3 years

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 1

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: some angst ig, light cheating? (not really lol), mingyu is just flirty, female masturbation, mentions of alcohol and weed

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: it’s gonna get spicy soon just trust me ;)

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30 minutes. That's how long you had spent anxiously perched in front of your computer, waiting for the familiar ring of the video call to echo through the speakers. You cycled between scrolling through social media, checking your reflection in the camera, and debating on whether or not to text Wonwoo. You understood that he was busy; it wasn't unusual for either of you to call a few minutes later than you had originally planned. But Wonwoo had never left you hanging for this long without an explanation. Normally, your mind would begin to fixate on the worst case scenario, but Wonwoo had already cancelled on you the past two weeks because he was busy working.

The loud vibration of your phone against your desk drew you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly picked it up and saw Wonwoo's name glowing across the screen. "Hello?" You answered quickly.

"Hey," Wonwoo's deep voice sounded through the phone. "You're gonna hate me," He chuckled.

"I could never," You replied. You already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.

"I can't FaceTime tonight." He explained. Even though you saw it coming, you couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that weighed heavy on your chest.

Your eyes met with the reflection displayed on the laptop screen. It taunted you, reminding you that Wonwoo's face wouldn't be there to replace it once again. "Well, I would be a lot happier right now if you told me that half an hour ago," You laughed bitterly. Running a hand through your hair, you quietly sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." Wonwoo apologized. His voice was laced with genuine sorrow; you could clearly picture the frown that lined his lips right now. He added after a moment of silence, "I don't wanna keep doing this to you, so I think we should change our date day. I've been working more Fridays lately."

You nodded despite him not being able to see you and hummed in agreement. "What day then?" You asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I still have to figure out my schedule. Just text me what works for you and I'll let you know soon, okay?" He sighed.

"Oh, okay... yeah." Your lips drew into a tighter line with each word he spoke.

"Okay, I have to get to get back to work right now. I'm sorry again." He continued quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The three tones signaled the end of the call, and slowly you pulled the phone away from your ear. Your tired reflection stared back at you. Finally, you shut the computer for the third Friday in a row.

The remainder of the weekend passed and you had barely heard anything from Wonwoo except for the usual good morning and goodnight texts. By the time Wednesday came around, the both of you finally agreed that Saturday could be your new set day for FaceTime dates. You powered through the rest of the week, and on Saturday you excitedly set aside all the work from your classes and waited patiently for Wonwoo to call.

You really missed him. It'd been just over two months now since you last saw him in person, when you moved into your dorm at a university three hours away from the one where you and Wonwoo met. He stayed behind while you transferred to a college with a renowned journalism program. At first, you were hesitant to leave him, but Wonwoo refused to let you give up such a great opportunity just to stay close to him. That was what you loved about him: he wanted to see you be happy and successful.

Situating yourself comfortably on the bed, you pulled up some random Netflix series to entertain yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. You only half paid attention, glancing between the computer screen and your Instagram feed on your phone. Time crawled, and slowly you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress below.

Cold, small hands shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, disoriented. The series you were watching was still playing quietly. Your roommate, Jisoo, stood next to your bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow. "You're passed out by 7 on a Saturday night?" A teasing smile was displayed across her face as she shut your laptop.

You suddenly realized that it was an hour past the time that Wonwoo had promised to FaceTime you. Your heart sunk in your chest as you thought about how you probably missed his call without an explanation. You picked up your phone, but quickly noticed the notification for a missed phone call from him, followed by a text that said: I'm so sorry, something came up I promise I'll call you tomorrow.

Jisoo surveyed you for a moment; a more serious expression began to cross her features. She sat down at the bottom of your bed. "Did something happen?"

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your hands. "Wonwoo cancelled on me again," You sighed, "But I shouldn't be mad at him for it. It's not his fault he's busy."

Jisoo tsked and patted your leg through the sheets. "Of course you can be upset! How many times has it been now?"

"This entire month. And he always cancels super late."

She scoffed, "See! That's shitty. If this was the first time it wouldn't have been a big deal. But four times?" She stood up quickly and opened up her wardrobe. "If he wants long distance to work, he needs to have better communication."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied. Jisoo held a black top up to her figure, observing herself in the mirror. "Where are you going?" You inquired.

"A party at the SVT frat. You know any of them?" She explained while changing her outfit.

You had heard of the frat before, but you racked your brain for any of their names and couldn't remember one. "I don't think so."

Jisoo faced you again and smiled. "Well, let's go."

You chuckled, "No way."

She pouted. "Come on. You haven't gone out with me I'm so long. You're in college!" Jisoo begged. "Just this once. You'll have fun."

Jisoo had a point. You really had nothing else better to do besides sit around and mope over Wonwoo ditching you. You let out an exhasperated sigh of defeat, "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes! Go get all cute and dressed up." She cheered.

You emerged from your bed and strolled over to your own closet. "Alright, I'll be quick."

You and Jisoo walked into the party hand in hand. Immediately, the stench of weed and sweat overwhelmed you. Loud music vibrated through the walls of the house and clashed with the sounds of people cheering and yelling. An intense game of beer pong captured the attention of most people in the main room, but you could see a separate crowd gathered in the kitchen too.

"Who do you know here again?" You shouted over the music at Jisoo, not seeing a single person you recognized so far.

She leaned closer to you so you could hear. "Choi Seungcheol. I have a chemistry class with him." She scanned the room and suddenly perked up. "Oh, there he is!" She called his name and pulled you along with her towards him.

He stood against the wall with a red cup in his hand, talking with another tall boy. At the call of his name, he looked over at the two of you and smiled brightly. "Jisoo! I'm so happy you made it." He exclaimed while wrapping his arm around her lower back. Seungcheol watched you with kind eyes as you approached him. "And who is this?" He asked Jisoo.

"This is my roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Seungcheol." She introduced you both and you smiled and gave a small wave to the two boys.

The other boy flashed you a sweet smile that caused his eyes to form into crescents. "I'm Seokmin. I live here with Cheol." He explained.

All four of you continued to converse casually until Seungcheol pointed to you and Seokmin and said, "Hey, why don't you two go get some drinks? We'll wait here." You swore you saw a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and you quickly glanced at Jisoo to see if she noticed it too, but her expression remained neutral. This was exactly why you strayed away from parties. You wanted to avoid any encounters with flirty, drunk frat boys. But Jisoo, who was basically a mind reader, didn't react, so maybe you were just being overly paranoid.

You nodded and walked over to the kitchen, Seokmin following close behind, and watched as he began to mix some drinks together for the four of you. He let out a frustrated sigh as one of the bottles of liquor reached its end. Seokmin peeked over his shoulder and shouted, "Mingyu! Can you get me the other bottle of vodka?" You perked up at the familiar-sounding name, but couldn't remember where you had heard it before.

A moment later a presence approached you and Seokmin from behind and set the bottle down on the counter. "Now you have to make me one too," The deep voice joked. You turned around and immediately recognized the tall figure.

"Mingyu?" You called out in surprise.

His eyes dragged over and met yours. His face lit up instantly as he recognized you. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" Mingyu laughed.

Seokmin turned around and handed a cup to Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "You guys know each other?" He questioned.

You grabbed your own cup and took a sip of the bittersweet mixture. "Yeah, we have a digital media class together." You said before smirking at Mingyu. "I didn't think you were the frat boy type."

Mingyu rested his right hand on the counter beside you, almost trapping you in between the wood and his body. "I guess I'm just full of surprises," He replied.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his flirty response. This was a whole new side of him that you had never seen before in class. Granted, he was most likely tipsy and maybe even a bit high, but in class he was usually polite and reserved. He cracked jokes with you sometimes, but you never expected him to be so bold. On top of that, he always had his hair styled back neatly. Now, his dark hair fell over his forehead in messy curls. His skin was sheathed in a light layer of sweat, and the muscles in his arms and chest were suddenly more prominent under his white tee in the dim light of the house. You had to admit, he was ridiculously attractive.

"I'm gonna go give this to Cheol and Jisoo," Seokmin interrupted before leaving the kitchen with both cups in his hands.

Silently, you started behind him and Mingyu walked with you. "So what are you doing here?" He asked again as the two of you rounded the corner and entered the living room.

"My roommate was invited and made me go with her," You told him. You continued to sip your drink, basking in the warm feeling that the alcohol left in your chest.

"Makes sense. I didn't expect you to be a party girl." He teased. His arm slowly snaked around your waist and squeezed your hip lightly. Your skin tingled beneath his touch but you didn't give him any physical reaction, opting to just ignore the grip he had on you.

Your jaw dropped in a fake gasp. "You think I'm boring or something?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I never said that," He responded with a smirk on his lips.

Seungcheol and Jisoo had migrated from the spot where they previously stood, so you scanned the crowded room for the long haired girl. Finally you noticed her sitting close to Seungcheol on the couch. You could see they were laughing about something and considering Seokmin wasn't hovering near them anymore either, you decided to leave them be.

Mingyu noticed where you were looking and raised his eyebrows at you when you turned back to look at him. "Well, I guess my roommate is busy," You rolled your eyes.

You had forgotten about Mingyu's hand on your waist until he squeezed it again. "Good thing you have me then," He bantered. Your skin flushed; you slightly leaned into his touch. It had been so long since you felt someone else's hands roam across your body. You missed the feeling.

Mingyu slowly pulled your body closer to his until your chest was centimeters away. You gulped and dragged your eyes up to meet his. He stared at you intensely, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your breathing hitched as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "You're so pretty," He muttered. It felt like fire had lit up your entire body. Your nerves tingled and your brain felt fuzzy and you hated to admit it but you could feel arousal growing between your legs. Somehow Mingyu pulled you even closer than before and you felt his hard cock brush against your thigh through his jeans. His tongue darted out against his lips and he inched his face towards yours. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered just inches away from you lips.

Guilt imprisoned you as soon as he said those words. They reminded you of where you were, and what you were planning on doing. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I have a boyfriend," You admitted briskly.

Mingyu stared at you in confusion. "What?"

Shame overtook you. Wonwoo had trusted you to remain loyal, and here you were at a frat party, leading on some poor boy from your class.

Mingyu lightly grabbed your wrist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should've asked-" He started, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry. This is my fault." You apologized and pulled your wrist out of his grasp. You looked at him; he stared at you with a sorrowful gaze. The regret on your face was evident and he knew that he had helped in bringing this guilt upon you.

"I- I have to go do something," You added before turning around and darting towards the door. You didn't bother to turn around or look for Jisoo, you just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Once you were outside, you inhaled a sharp breath and pulled out your phone to call for an Uber. You waited near the street, sending a text to Jisoo to let her know that you felt sick and went home while you waited.

Eventually the Uber pulled up and you hurriedly sat down and told the driver where to go. You breathed a sigh of relief as they finally pulled away from the frat.

The drive was short, but you spent every one of those few minutes replaying the night's events in your mind. Your flesh still tingled in the places where Mingyu had touched you. Guilt haunted you, but you attempted to lessen that burden by reasoning with yourself. You missed Wonwoo. A lot. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face and of course feeling his touch against your skin. You hadn't been fucked in over two months now, so it was no wonder that any bit of physical affection would have such a strong effect on you. What mattered is that you stopped it before anything happened. You could live with that, you decided. All you had to do now was just clear up things with Mingyu next week, deal with any awkwardness between you two, and focus on Wonwoo.

When you arrived at your dorm, you quickly changed your clothes, cleansing yourself of the faint smell of weed and the remnants of Mingyu's touch. Not long after, exhaustion began to take over your body. You laid down on the bed, not even bothering to check your phone before closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you.

You weren't sure what time you fell asleep, but you awoke some time later and glanced at the clock. 11:54 PM. You stretched your arms behind your head and yawned as you scanned the room. Jisoo was still gone. You closed your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep, but your mind began to race.

You could clearly picture Mingyu's lust-filled eyes staring down at you, his hands running over your waist and pulling you towards the heat of his body. The glow of his skin, the messy curls hanging over his forehead, the fullness of his lips as he asked in his husky voice if he could kiss you—the images and sensations swirled around in your thoughts.

In a half asleep daze, you rubbed your thighs together. Friction built between your legs. You groaned quietly as your mind revisited how you felt when Mingyu's hands were on your body. More arousal began to pool in your heat, your underwear clinging to your wetness.

Languidly, you ran your hand down your stomach and toyed with the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling the fabric down your legs. You imagined Mingyu's sharp eyes staring at you from between your thighs as you ran your fingers through your slick folds. Arousal coated your fingers and you began to rub your clit in slow circles. You pretended that Mingyu's thick fingers were the ones teasing your clit, making your legs jolt each time you pressed the right spot.

You moaned quietly and began to grope your own breast. You squeezed and flicked your nipple, causing a quiet gasp to fall from your lips. You pulled your hand away from your clit and slowly pushed two fingers into your dripping heat. "Mmh, Mingyu," You groaned under your breath. You imagined his deep voice saying the dirtiest things to you as he pumped and curled his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped as you hit a particular spot that made you arch your lower back. You continued pumping your fingers at a fast pace until the knot building in your lower stomach snapped. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a sharp whine as an intense feeling of euphoria washed over your body.

Your body relaxed against the sheets as your heart rate began to slow and exhaustion overtook you once again. You sighed contently and wrapped yourself in your blankets, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You promised yourself that you would never do that again.

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jonnnysuh · 2 years

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i’m really curious about your biases, and i’m well aware that your about me page says to guess based on your writing,, but like,, i want the stories >.< (if u feel like sharing)

Hi! Happy New Year!! I’ll try to explain away my love for each of them (svt,Got7,nct) This is gonna be a long ass post so buckle up 🎢 If u or anyone wants to talk about their biases with me feel free to drop a message so we can squeal over these guys together :-)

SEVENTEEN- okay so there’s 13 of them so the obvious solution is to claim 3 biases which are Vernon, Mingyu and Seungkwan. I honestly don’t think they have any particular order but I do love them in different ways.

I will start with the first one that caught my eye and it was Vernon. For context, I was on a GOT7 video rampage in June 2020 (bc I had just found out about them) and this Pretty U dance video was recommended so I pressed it and was immediately like “there’s a white guy in kpop?”. I thought he was cute and was AMAZED at the choreo. I love Vernon because he’s just unapologetically himself. The way he carries himself isn’t forced or exaggerated. He doesn’t do things to purposely make people laugh but he’s still funny and it shows through his facial reactions, cluelessness and randomly blunt comments. Also?? His voice is so??? I literally melt when he talks it’s so attractive. I perceive him as a person who is grounded and has never let the fame dim his light,, I like that he feels real. Sure he doesn’t talk the most but it’s bc he would rather observe and be present about how other people see things.

Mingyu is the kind of guy who you’d proudly bring home to your parents. He’s smart, can cook, cleans, and he’s handsome. But more importantly, he can take a joke. BUT EVEN MOREEEEE THAN THAT, he can take always being the butt of the joke which can be incredibly hard but I find that incredibly attractive. He’s also mad clumsy (and as a clumsy person myself) I find it so endearing. Mingyu looks perfect, but remembering that he can’t responsibly hold something without dropping it is humanizing. He’s the type of person that follows through and is dedicated to what he does. I’m not gonna lie, when I first got into Seventeen I thought he was gonna be the mean, somewhat cocky guy but he is such a lovable idiot and I’m glad I was wrong. Also he is the human version of Tadashi Hamada (((if you tell me I’m wrong you are wrong)))

Seungkwan is just straight up outrageous. He’s like the opposite of Vernon bc he’s not subtly funny, he’s just funny. He’s overdramatic and annoying (I mean this lovingly) and he’s incredibly smart with how he inserts himself into comedic situations. I remember the first time he really stood out to me was the video where they did dance mafia. Seungkwan randomly made up a rule that was like “if you wanna talk you gotta do aegyo” (18:25) and then proceeded to do some “”cute”” poses. Take in that this was one of my first ever Kpop videos so I was SOOOOOOOO CONFUSED BUT I ACTUALLY LAUGHED MY ASS OFF. I had no idea why he would even suggest that (I know now it’s to make the game more entertaining) or how he was SO FUCKING QUICK WITH IT. I got such a huge kick outta when Seungkwan tried to talk and one of the members were like “Nah where’s your aegyo?” and this man hit another pose so he could COMPLAIN. I love Seungkwan. He’s so sweet and he deserves the world. Remember when he gave photographers oranges and was apologetic about how he didn’t have enough??? I’m cryingggg. I love the way he takes care of his members, and how he (opposite of Mingyu) cannot take getting teased and has to take things up a level. I feel like I would actually be friends with him irl if he was just your everyday person.

GOT7- My first ever group and my Ult group. My friend introduced me to Lullaby I think in May 2020 and I thought it was a good song despite not being a kpop fan at the time. I didn’t look into them until June 2020 just outta curiosity and now here we are. During my video binge I came across the A music video and realized I had seen it in 2014 bc my cousin was a HUGE kpop fan and she showed me the mv when it came out. LMAO I feel like it was always meant to be even if I was 6 years late.

That being said, my ult bias is Jay B. This is my boyyyyy. (Not in the delusional way, but like in the YOOOOOO THATS MY BOYYY!!! way like how you hype up your friends). I can literally say so much about him. The first time I really noticed him was at the end of the Confession Song video (4:09), where he was laying on the bed and YoungJae was pretending to smack him or something and I was like “waittttt. Why is he actually so cute?” ((Also the whole video is chaotic but I LOVE it)) He has such a presence when he performs. He can be intense (3:06) sometimes, sure, but he is detailed and performs with his whole body. On top of that, even his face is perfectly expressive when he dances. He depicts the emotions that are expected from the song. Mans so sexy and alluring as well (if this happened to me I would simply pass away) Jay B is also one of the best leaders imo. There is no better example than when GOT7 split from JYP and Jay B took care of the legal stuff and the ownership of their name, AND made sure the other members were good to go before revealing what company he decided to sign to. Like GO OFF!!!!!!! He’s always been supportive of his member’s endeavours. (Similarly to Mingyu) He gets bullied the most by his members, and seeing him have to explain his joke or get teased is so pleasing to my spirit bc for a long time he tried to uphold this like tough leader image,,, in reality he is soft and basically powerless against those 6 idiots ESPECIALLY when Bambam messes with him. I appreciate that he doesn’t always take himself so seriously. (The pumpkin carving video has so many gems like when he did a handstand (2:30) bc he won 2nd???, he gave his pumpkin an ADAMS APPLE???, the way he said “WOW” to Jackson’s pumpkin) I’m in love with the way he throws his head so far back when he laughs and his overall duality (the fact that he tried to put on a very tightened baseball cap that fits Bambam's head and then stopped like PLSSS 😭😭😭i crack up every single time holyyy). He’s also sooo musically talented,,, like deadass all of the songs he’s written/produced for GOT7 are coincidentally my faves (You Are, Thursday, Come On, Sunrise, Look, One and Only),,, it’s crazy how he is consistently good at what he does. He has very, very attractive features as well. He has broad ass shoulders, beautiful catlike monolid eyes, and a great big smile that looks hard to fake. On top of that, his personal clothing style is my favourite. Jay B loves what he does and its been such a pleasure seeing him thrive inside and outside of the band.

NCT- I know what you’re thinking, the obvious answer is probably Johnny bc of my username but I think the honest answer is Mark. I feel like there is not one member of NCT that doesn’t not like Mark. He is such a friendly person (plsss the air high five to the guy in the back at 2:08) and whenever I’ve seen his fancalls he is always so attentive, remembers small details about people, and knows how to fill up the silence when people are unsure of what to say. He makes people feel comfortable and treats the people he meets along the way like friends. He is so eye catching when he dances,,, he literally becomes like a different person. You can tell he puts in everything he got when he performs. His voice also makes me feel some type of way !!!! Ahhhhh !!! I love his sense of humour and the way he scrunches his lil nose when he laughs. He very much gives off boy next door energy. If I had to think of one person in the world who deserves to be famous, it’s definitely Mark Lee. He’s personable, talented and humble.

I’m also partial to Johnny (ideal type), Jungwoo (funny as hell), and Renjun (basically a version of me) and I could probably talk quite a bit about them but I feel like this is such a long list already (and it took about 2 hours to write). I also wanna add that I found out the average of how I rate each member of Seventeen in my ratings and I am clearly not very biased to my biases at all LMAO (I’ll probably post it soon). Let me know if you could tell who I biased by how I write! Thanks for reading if u got this far❣️

#nala answers #holdinbacksecrets #about me i guess #i don't understand how tags do or do not work #so #tumblr FIX UP or we got issues

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hueningshaped · 3 years

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☆ crown | xu minghao and jeon wonwoo

▰ genre: college au! / NO READER INSERT = ORIGINAL CHARACTER / drama, coming of age, romantic, angst ... so original characters and seventeen *gasp* you guessed it — a svt fanfic

▰ word count: about 2.7k

▰ a/n: interest check of a full fledged story i’ve planned but am refraining to put effort in due to possible, complete lack of reads or audience (nobody’s fault but mine). i’d love to hear your feedback! this is chapter one; please let me know if i should continue or just leave it at this LOL

▰ synopsis: jo woolim can’t juggle to save her life, and yet she is somehow managing to stay with her boyfriend: jeon wonwoo, who is possibly cheating on her (again), her strained friendships, fitting into her new school, estranged family, learning to wholly love and forgive herself - in a time unprecedented and searching for the boy of her dreams, xu minghao, the prodigal foreign exchange student. she’s looking for real love, where it’s lacking, where it’s needed, and where it’s always been. by the way, it is not easy!

▰ additional: i listened to epilogue by justin hurtwitz as well as mia and sebastian’s theme (which is somewhat a reprise of it despite it being previous to epilogue, of course) as i wrote it so here u go!

Jo Woolim's feet hurt for multiple reasons, but getting stood up, time and time again, to now, at the age of twenty three is the main contribution to the pain.

The stairs are a pretty humiliating choice of seating, especially to conduct her double digit calls to the person who stood her up, which is her harmless best friend, Sookyung. So, no hard feelings, right? (Right?)

She shouldn't even be that embarrassed because it's not Wonwoo — the Jeon Wonwoo, her very own boyfriend — that stood her up, but she supposes she can be since he'd refused to go and even teased her about wanting to go.

The staircase is fine marble, allowing each footstep to click and clack with each heel that ascends because the party's just beginning. With this venue mimicking a palace, Woolim feels way out of place. Some girls have poofy dresses and others possess thinner material, accentuating the hills of each girl's curves and edges walking in. The boys are all the same, offering the bare minimum. Why does everyone get to be beautiful except her?

Shaking the last thought off, Woolim exerts so much effort to make it look like being alone and ugly doesn't bother her. But, she has to bite the bullet and make a move.

So, her legs spring up, taking her up to the rest of the party. She ignores the heat accumulating from the small of her back to just about every part of her body as she walks in, trying to take everything in and not look like such a loser. Jesus, is everyone looking at her? Are they talking about her?

There were definitely perks to this new university and one of them is the commencement of her class, which arrives in the form of a ceremony with a festivity that follows immediately after. Of course, as a transfer, she gets the initiation that throws a theme, so she has to wear the clown paint and clothes that they inform you to wear to match.

All she is missing is a crown and she's a royal fool.

The Masquerade Ball, as the provost and student affairs staff, had been rumored since before she'd even transferred to the school, which added up to just two months ago. Three months before, she had received that acceptance letter.

She should've known.

Woolim stifles a cough, hoping that the callousing - painful callousing - in her soles due to her starchy dress shoes would be able to mask the humiliation that was beginning to sting behind her eyes.

Of course, she had no identity, but everyone still looks over at her in pity.

The room offered dim lighting, romantic hues of pinks, and citrusy chardonnay beading the adjacent walls. Woolim thirsts for an exit.

The song changes to something unattainable audibly but she must not even be able to hear herself, and before she knows, someone to the side of Woolim bumps into her, back slamming against her body and into the wall.

A frantic, male voice follows, yelping out apologies, as he reaches down to pull her up.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry. Told him to not try and shake what his mama gave him and here we are, here you are, we're both so sorry..." Woolim's vision focuses as she returns to eye level and manages a minor grin at the boy as much of his appearance stands out wonderfully.

With heavily dyed platinum hair, a turquoise suit with rhinestones in various floral designs across the front and wrists, tiger eyes, and led lights curling around the outline of his mask, this boy looked like a lot of fun. A head of chestnut locks remain bowed by his shoulder.

The blond grabs her palm desperately, and he's making wailing sounds.

"I apologize for not only Seokmin but for his upbringing. May Satan guide him in return." He prayed aloud, apology too comical to be real but nonetheless real.

Woolim finally speaks up when the music quiets down just a touch and she doesn't have to stammer to be heard.

"No, you're fine! I can't really see with this mask." She reveals, voice too out there for its own good, but at this, the boy's eyes expand in shock and the bowed head lifts up with intrigue.

"Are you sure? It was pretty rude of us, wasn't it, Seokmin?" He nudges his friend, who's dressed in a simpler, humbler suit, who nods sullenly.

"I'm really, really embarrassed... besides, I think she gets it, Soonyoung."

"Whatever, Oprah singer."

"It's opera!"

The air around them hardens as they begin to bicker. Seokmin places his hands on his hips to deliver his rebuttals but the last thing that Woolim wants is to make two friends fight, let alone cause trouble while she has no date.

"I really am alright! No harm done. I'm just...a little relieved actually that someone's speaking to me," she admits wincingly. There's no need to be as honest as possible, but that doesn't stop her from adding, "I didn't come to the ball with anyone."

The two boys frown and coo, letting out maple syrupy aw's, surprisingly sympathizing with her.

"If it makes you feel any better, our dates were too busy to come, so he and I came together. We also do have another buddy with us, officially making it a threesome!" Soonyoung chats loudly and Seokmin elbows him in the chest at the last comment.

"That's not what a threesome is, Soon."

"Whatever," he waves his hand dismissively. Woolim notices that despite the gravity between the two friends, they remain focused on her. It feels nice. "We did lose him a little while ago though. Maybe he's around here somewhere."

Woolim then levels with them to form a line so she could follow their eye as they peer around the venue, which seems futile since their view is obscured by the angle, decorations, and crowds. The opaque curtains of the many entrances within the main venue gave the illusion that this place was endless. It feels like a trance that went on forever. Reality washes over Woolim and she can feel the weight of being the person one meets and should leave.

"Uh...I'm sorry for getting in your guys' way initially," she announces with a tone that makes her seem unsure of the words on her tongue. Seokmin rolls his head over at her, eyebrows drawing inwardly and puppy dog eyes. She's about to coolly and casually make her leave to no longer bother the boys, but Soonyoung has a different idea.

"Nonsense! It was our fault to begin with, and to repay your gracious hand," Soonyoung then motions to Woolim's bare hand as the other apparels one silky dress glove. "We're trying to at least become an even foursome with you and our friend! God knows where the hell the great Minghao is though!"

"Right behind you." A chilling, oolonged voice speaks up suddenly and startled enough, Woolim's disposition remains unaffected despite her heart catching up to leap in her chest with her delayed reaction.

"Minghao, you wanted to give me a heart attack, didn't you?" Seokmin sighs dramatically, voice hitching to imitate crying. Upon hearing the rich laugh, Woolim tips her head slowly and changes her footing to turn round.

The supposed Minghao peers down at Woolim, unreadable expression through the simple glow of his ivory mask. His raven black hair, lengthy and healthy, adorns his crown like he deserves a throne to come with the apparel.

"We found a person and we found you!" Soonyoung hesitantly wraps his hand around Woolim's wrist, loosely keeping his fingers around to lift and wave.

Minghao snickers delicately.

"I found you actually," he corrects, eyeing his friends, even meeting Woolim's to speak. "And I'm sure you didn't meet because of an accident, right?"

"That was on my part," Woolim speaks up but bites on her bottom lip once his piercing gaze trains upon her. "Sorry..."

"You’ve done no wrong, though?" Minghao's lips stretches into a wonderful smile.

" — yeah, it was Seokmin." Soonyoung mutters, earning himself a tiny shove.

"Minghao, you didn't come here with anyone for a date, right?" Seokmin poses. Woolim notices from his accent that Korean is not his first language but has such a grip with his words, it almost passes one's mind initially.

"Not this time," he answers nebulously. Woolim has to hold back a scowl. "If you’d like, I would love to have you... er, and what's your name?"

She can feel Soonyoung's and Seokmin's excited watch upon her but since this is the first night that she's seen boys be so decent, she figures she might, as well, make their night. They certainly have made hers, after all, excluding this Minghao at the moment.

"I'm Woolim. W-Woolim," she says twice, one too many. Minghao's expression loosens with pleasant awe.

"No surname?" He quizzes, voice too serious for it to be a joke. Woolim feels absolutely no urge to joke around, anxiety fizzing in the very marrow of her bones, so she just shakes her head and hopes he wouldn't see her cocked eyebrow.

"Well," he clears his throat. "I'm Xu Minghao. Seo Myungho. I've got 4 names."

"I've got three," Soonyoung pipes up and everyone groans.

"Soonyoung, don't say it in front of her. That's so gross." Seokmin leans over to shake his head but eye Woolim, in the way that friends who’ve known each other for a long time do. It's a nice feeling.

The music changes, taking a turn from some pop electronica to some heavy pulse from a contemporary rhythm and blues type, and the bass rocks hard enough to shake her ribs.

Minghao locks eyes with her and beams charmingly. He even takes her surprise further by reaching a hand out, fingers long and elegant.

"Would you care to dance with me? Or do you want to take this chance to leave like you were looking for earlier?"

Woolim feels like she merely imagined him asking the last question, which leads her to consider bolting for the doors last minute. Surely, Wonwoo would be home and maybe tonight, he'd be in the mood to love her and like her.

Oh, what she'd do to be loved and liked at the same time.

"Do what you would like," his tone lightens into something sweeter like rosehip. "I don't think you should put your lovely ensemble to waste."

Woolim swallows hard at that and just when she is about to acknowledge the two excited chitters from the other two boys, Minghao takes her hand into his. A cool grip overtakes a clammy warmth. Wordlessly, they somehow sail across the linoleum floor.

All the half hidden faces that had been judging her now evaporate with the blue and green lighting, hues and keys ascending into reds and minors.

Minghao is the type to maintain eye contact and Woolim hates it.

In the back of her mind, bits and pieces of her mind offer memories of what she could see of herself in the reflections. Since Sookyung shared the same favorite color that she did, Woolim went with another: sleet blue. Thin straps hang off her thick shoulders that had a loose, lace cover across her biceps and chest. The hems are riddled with sparkles and flowers. The rest of the silk sticks to each and every edge of her body before drifting off past her chronically swollen ankles with the extra layers adding volume. Her skin appears mottled but overall amber. Her mask is ridden in silvery lace and false white gems and roses. Woolim never knew she could look lovely.

"Do you mind if I hold you close?" He leads, raising their joined hands to sway.

Woolim opens her mouth only to nod. Despite the darkness of the brown and the dim lighting, she sees that his eyes are dotted with flames of the bits of lighting around the venue. The night of his pupils burn right through her and yet she only feels sparks from him, especially once his other hand comes to gently graze her waist.

"Are you okay with this?" He sways them a little more to the right with each movement. Woolim doesn't fancy being this quiet and immobile so she moves his hand into her. His hold is gentle and electrifying as if eternities have passed since she's last been embraced as sweetly as this.

"How long have you gone to this school?" Minghao leans in to better emphasize his question.

"I just transferred, actually," she says as casually as possible since the strokes they make when they sway are becoming too grand for her to catch up.

He's incredibly quick on his feet, so much so that her eyes must drop to follow their direction. Many bodies and pairs round about the two, but they all blend in with the backdrop of the room.

"Follow my counts. One, two, three ─" He drifts into quadrants, slow enough for her to catch up but she continues to knock into his chest. "─ and four. Let's go again. You're alright, I promise. Seokmin used to firmly believe his body was not built at all for anything besides existing."

Woolim glances to the side to see Seokmin rocking his hips next to Soonyoung side to side within frequent increments. They also somehow manage to can-can despite the slow synth and phrases of the song.

"Are you always this quiet?" Minghao breathes and this question catches her off guard. Perhaps taking her breath away had been his intention and he uses this to intertwine their fingers like they're meant to be.

"I’d tell you a lie but since you don't know me, I'm going to tell you the truth; I think I like having you try and get me to talk." Woolim purses her lips tightly as soon as she finds herself smirking.

Minghao steps back, which she nearly leaps to follow, but with the gentlest pivot of his wrist, Woolim twirls like one of the toys she'd wanted all her childhood. Her chest rides past the clouds and her heart pursues, shuttling upwards.

"My goodness, you're a natural!" He comments when he swings her to one side and right back into his embrace. She's smiling.

The song is still playing, and if at all possible, it's hanging above her head precariously and it's just the two of them on the planet.

"Are you sure you don't want me to know you?" He asks once more, and this time, she sheds a few feathers of her insecurities.

The song is still as powerful enough to beat as her heart.

"You ask a lot of questions, Minghao." She manages to grin and their steps narrow to continue to tread the same space.

He peers down at her and the flames are still lit.

"I can't help it. Honestly, honestly. I want to know you truly, honestly."

His loving smile buckles under the bite into his lip. She must be lying when she sees his eyes drop to her mouth. This must be a dream.

"I'm-I'm an open book," she murmurs, captivated by his own lips, and gasps quietly when the hand on her waist is suddenly cupping her jaw. No, she is not, the more authoritative Woolim reprimands silently. But it matters not - she's not loud either.

The song is still playing. It could play for eternities.

He rubs her cheek so tenderly and it has her eyes all a twinkle without realizing.

Wonwoo is no longer a thought. Sookyung no longer crosses her mind.

It only takes a few more countless seconds of wordless confirmation before Minghao dives in to take her lips with his and something behind her rib cage blossoms. He speaks against her mouth, but she doesn't care. She doesn't care.

He continues devouring her lips for the taking and she's left speechless, breaths searching for something to hold onto in between their own mouths.

The daily lows of her life are a fleeting death as she now soars high in a fairy tale-like limelight that only pertains to the two of them. All she's missing is a crown.

Where is her crown? Her mind's whispers fade with every proceeding second. And for once, Woolim feels so good that nothing matters.

#so should i keep going....? *head in hands*#seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen hoshi #seventeen dk #seventeen the8 #seventeen angst #seventeen college au

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a-libertine-affair · 4 years

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An Analysis of Fallin’ Flower

I had to do it because I did a very brief one earlier, and I have way too much time on my hands ~and wine but that’s not the point haha~ This is only my personal interpretation of the imagery contained within the video, so please just enjoy as such! (or feel free to build off of it!) This is probably me going a little too deep into a beautiful video but I’m compelled to do it. I really don’t know where to start, but I’ll start with the three different states of limitations and “chains” that the members are bound by. Imagery: Chains, Dirt, Ropes Meaning: The Physical Boundaries and Limitations I saw the chains, dirt, and ropes as a physical representation of the hardship and suffering that one must go through (and SVT undoubtedly has experienced) to reach one’s best moments in life, the start of your most beautiful in life. Sometimes there are physical boundaries and limits that you must overcome in order for you to bloom. I saw The8 and Hoshi’s desperate but beautiful dance as one breaking free from these physical limits - they’re close to the dirt because they’re only starting to sprout, and they’re working hard in order to grow. It’s not an easy path, as evidenced by their metal chains embedded in concrete, but they manage to break free from it later (A point I will touch on later!!) Jeonghan’s limits are both metal, harder to break, and cloth - easier to undo. I think he’s the bridge between the members who really represent the physical struggles (Hoshi, Minghao) and the more mental and intangible struggles and limitations that one is put through. He’s bound by both these struggles and is in-between both the physical/mental struggles and the time of day (because he’s in a bed). Imagery: Suspension, Isolation, Veils Meaning: Limbo, the in-between I should have put Jeonghan here, but oh well!! Refer to the previous paragraph :P There are different types of isolation in this film. Almost all the members (Chan (Dino), Seungcheol (S.COUPS), DK, and Seungkwan, Joshua, Woozi, Wonwoo, etc.) are shown to be alone in their respective landscapes. I’m going to point out a few members in particular, because their scenes stood out the most to me. Let’s talk about DK. He’s shown in a desolate, dirt-filled landscape with a bunch of what look like moons orbiting him. There are 13 of them (look at roughly ~3:10ish and count them :P), but he’s in a darker version of the group shot where everything is dark and even those orbiting moons are dark. They’re lit by some sort of light source in the distance, but they light up the side that’s not facing him - which would mean that he would see only darkness, or the new moon. I only think that the state of brightness of these moons have some overarching role in narrating their overall story of coming together and finding each other to bloom, but he may just be the representation of one of the phases of light that I saw in the video. Jun is another interesting member in the video, similarly to Jeonghan - but where Jeonghan represents the physical in-between of night and day, dream and reality (with the bed), Jun I think represents the limbo between not quite blooming and being stuck in the phase before blooming. He’s floating in air (thanks, wire!!) and is the closest out of all the members to the flowers, but he has nothing solid to support him. He’s not standing on solid ground. He can’t quite reach the flowers, the ultimate goal, but he isn’t quite on the ground either. Mingyu is somewhat similar to Jun in that he’s sitting on a doorway full of flowers, but the doorway is something fragile and more tangible than just floating in air. The door opens - I’m not sure whether Mingyu has just gotten there (opened the door to the flowers,) or is sitting on the door with the flowers before it opens and lets him fall. Either way, he’s in a precarious situation. Oh, and the veils! Veils usually mean a separation from something (re: the mysterious veil in Harry Potter), and Seungcheol/Seungkwan are surrounded by them. They’re neither here nor there. I would classify Seungcheol as being close to dawn and Seungkwan being closer to mid-day/noon judging by the color of light in their scenes, which means Seungkwan represents the part of day that’s closer to the ultimate end goal, the blooming. He even holds a bouquet of flowers while Seungcheol’s only covered in petals. The whole isolation bit of the other members are another part of the video, I think, where it’s hinted that none of them felt that they could do it alone. Minghao and Hoshi end up breaking the concrete block that hold their chains when they find that they can dance and work together, and Wonwoo’s isolation suddenly ends when Jun’s feet hit solid ground and they find each other. Imagery: Paint Strokes, Broken Vases, Film Meaning: The Mental/Immaterial Boundaries and Limitations I feel like Joshua, Vernon, and Woozi all represent the mental boundaries and limitations that people go through when they are growing or creating something. Woozi’s covered in the paint marks, the “scars” of creation - the painting that he’s working on has no face, just painted over with white, and he struggles in expressing himself artistically. I saw this as his mental struggle of being an artist and of bearing the weight of creating SVT’s music. His limitations are more of a mental block, where his mind being painted white is more of a struggle for him. I saw Joshua’s scenes as a more poetic and romantic representation of what it’s like to grow up. He has a lot of broken vases and containers for storing flowers. He even has flowers as “wounds” - It’s this obsession and desperation of wanting to be a great person who can have and hold the fleeting beauty of flowers, whether it is love, art, joy. He’s pained with the memories of what flowers he used to hold, or whether or not he’s “worthy” enough of holding them. Vernon’s more of the sentimental one - I saw the catalogued representations of flowers to mean that he’s more about remembering or wanting to keep the beautiful memories alive forever. You replay your best moments, the most beautiful memories, the passing of time. He’s the embodiment of you realizing that these moments don’t last forever. Now for the final bit: The passing of time (Darkness to light), and the eventual reunion of all 13 members with the flowers and full moons!! Each member is in a particular time of day, whether it is darkness (dawn), mid-day, or sunset/twilight. This could mean a lot of things, but I like to think of it as different points in a journey - you have to go through those moments as you live through a day, and it’s only natural to start off in one and end up at another. The mirrors are (literal) reflections of the members and they’re shown to step on these mirrored stepping stones, finally bringing them together. I saw this to mean that while each mirror is representative of each member, it also reflects the people who step on them. I am you, you are me. We are together. DK starts off as a new moon, the day progresses, and eventually the members all come together in full bloom while the 13 moons are fully bright and lit. I took this as a symbol of meaning that they’ve always worked together to get where they are, and it’s a testament to their bond that they believe they’re at the most beautiful moment in life together :’( If you read through this random wall of text, hope you enjoyed! :’) I may come back and edit this post because I’m pretty sure I forgot to mention a lot of things, but I simply love this video and am thankful to SVT for letting me experience it <3 edit: here is part 2

#fallin flower #seventeen #mv theory #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #the8 #mingyu #wonwoo #seungkwan #vernon #dino #dk #jun #hoshi #woozi #svt #fallinflowertheory

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minghaocouture · 4 years

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Pyrrhic Victory: Chapter 1

A/N SO I did the thing and ended up making a full storyline for the SVT write night prompt I did. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and I have no issues with any of the idols featured in this! I’m saying this because a lot of people will be dying in this fic.

Battle Royale AU!

Warning: Blood, Violence, Death, Language, Angst, Descriptions of Anxiety and Panic (If i missed any, please tell me)

Rating: M (for Warnings listed above)

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader

Chapter List: One/Two

Eyes sluggishly pushed open, your body feeling the hard floor beneath you. Uncomfortable and cold in your school uniform. Your thoughts reeled, the last thing you remember was being in a school bus. Your class had been...going on a trip? Yeah you had a school trip, everyone had been looking forward to it since it had been announced around two months ago.

So now the question was, where were you now?

Pushing yourself up from where you had been laying, feeling the cold tarp underneath your palms. Looking around you noticed familiar faces, classmates, some had also woken up but others still lay there unconscious. The room looked a bit like a classroom, wooden chairs scattered the room, but no desks. The strangest thing was that the floor and walls were covered in a clear tarp. Scanning the room you eyes landed on your best friend, Kim Sojung, still asleep on the floor. As quickly as you could you crawled over to her, gently attempting to rouse her from the confines of unconsciousness.

As she slowly came to, you took another look around the room. No one else seemed to know what was going on either, and they were only talking in whispers to their friend groups. Turning your gaze back to Sojung as she pushed herself into a sitting position. Muttering the question that had been in your mind since you had woken.

“What’s going on? Where are we?” You simply shrugged and shook your head in response. Her hand quickly grasped yours, the two of you watching as other students woke up. As you looked around you noticed class heart throb Yoon Jeonghan had woken, he was now conversing with his two best friends, Hong Jisoo and Choi Seungcheol. Something strange caught your eye, a metallic choker on each of the boys necks. Glancing over at Sojung, you noticed the same choker. In fact, everyone seemed to be wearing it. Reaching a hand up to your own throat you realized that you were as well.

You felt a bit of relief as the door to the tarp covered room slid open, and your teacher Kim Heechul stepped into the classroom. Maybe he could explain what was going on, he was always such a fun teacher and seemed to really enjoy his students. As he entered, the room seemed to burst into noise as everyone directed questions towards the eccentric man. He ignored everyone as he made his way over to a small TV set up, it looked rather old in style, like one you would have seen in primary school.

“Hey! Mr. Kim, what’s going on here?” One of the louder students, Jennie, yelled advancing towards him. She stopped dead in her tracks as more men and women entered the room. Each of them dressed in military fatigues and holding very real looking guns. She stepped back, rejoining her friend circle but still yelling at your teacher from there.

The soldiers filtered themselves to all corners of the room, pushing you and your classmates closer towards the center of the room. The chatter only seemed to grow louder as some students began crying out of fear, others screaming and cursing while demanding to know what was going on. A feeling of dread filled the room.

Shots rang out, and everyone became silent as Heechul casually placed the gun he had just fired onto a small table next to him. He turned his attention away from the box TV and back towards your class, huddled tightly together.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re all here instead of on a plane to Hawaii.” He began, placing a hand on his hip as his eyes scanned over your class. “Well, you’re in luck. You’ve all been chosen to be the participants in this year's Program.”

Of course you had heard of The Program. It was a television show, a drama where the characters, students, would fight to the death. Only one would survive it, and then they would even have little ‘interviews’ with the winner to simulate it being a real game. It was a work of fiction though, everyone knew that. It was just something entertaining to watch, like found footage horror movies.

No one responded to your teacher.

“That little show you’ve been watching, well it’s all real. It’ll be a fun learning experience for you. Don’t you think?” You felt your blood chill at his words. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, as if he were actually hosting a game show and not sentencing you and your classmates to death. He even let out a small laugh before continuing.

“I’m sure by now, you’ve noticed your new accessories? The collars. Pretty chic wouldn’t you say? Well I have a fun video that’s going to explain everything for you! So i need you kids to sit down and stay quiet so you know how to play the game.”

“This is bullshit…” Glancing to your left you noticed, Oh Seunghee. Her eyes were narrowed as she watched your teacher. Next to her sat Ogawa Mizuki, a transfer student from Japan. The girl was latched onto Seunghee’s arm, as if it would be the thing that kept her safe now.

“I thought I asked you to be quiet?!” Before anyone could react, another shot rang out through the room and Seunghee’s body slumped to the floor. Blood trickling from the newly formed bullet wound on her forehead. Everyone’s eyes were on her now lifeless body, as your teacher clutched the gun that killed her in his hand.

Girl; Oh Seunghee - Dead. 23 to go

Screams, it was all you could hear as Sojung pulled you as far away from the now deceased Seunghee as she could. Mizuki sobbed loudly, scrambling to get away from the corpse, blood splattered slightly on her face because of how close she had been. A few students even dashed towards the door, in an attempt to escape. Only to be shoved away by the soldiers. You were frozen, unable to move on your own as your wide eyes focused on your former classmate. In the front of the class you vaguely heard Mr. Kim said something about how he wasn’t supposed to kill anyone.

This couldn’t be real.

The soldier’s fired off a few warning shots into the air, which caused the students to freeze once again. Everyone looking around to see if anyone else had fallen as Seunghee had. This time, thankfully, everyone else seemed to accounted for.

Mr. Kim clapped a few times, gaining everyone’s attention as he then pointed towards the screen. Taking the remote and starting the film.

On the screen appeared a symbol, a large ‘BR’ with a laurel wreath surrounding it. After a moment text appeared over that symbol.

“The Correct Way to Fight in Battle Royale. By the BR Law committee. ” Everyone knew this video, we had seen it on television, back when this all seemed like a tv show meant for our entertainment. The text faded away and a young woman appeared. You recognized her as a young idol, Jung Eunbi, or as she was know to the public, Eunha. The young idol wore a pair of cute camouflage overall shorts, and a bright orange shirt. The overalls had the letters BR embroidered into them, once again reminding you of exactly what was happening. Her hair in cute high pigtails, curled lightly and her makeup was done up quite nicely as well. The last detail that stood out was the fact that she was wearing a collar that matched the one that you and your classmates were wearing.

She smiled brightly as she began her speech. “Hello everyone!” She greeted, her perky voice seeming far too chipper for the situation she was about to be explaining to you. Mr. Kim clapped as she appeared, and even encouraged the student to greet the woman behind the screen.

“You students are the lucky class chosen for this year’s Battle Royale! Congratulations!” No one dared to speak, or even whisper to each other. Some students even continued to cast their gaze over towards Seunghee’s body, scared that they would be the next to go. The only thing that kept you grounded in the moment was Sojung’s hand tightly clasped in your own. Her grip so tight that you had started to lose a bit of feeling in that hand, but you didn’t push her away.

“Now I’m going to explain the rules, Listen carefully and then fight correctly! You have all been brought to this island. It is about 10km in diameter, and currently you are the only people alive on the island!” As she spoke, the screen changed. She was now standing beside a model of the island, giving you an idea of where you were and the terrain you might be dealing with.

“The island has been divided into all these little areas!” The map on screen once again transitions, placing a grid over top of the map. Making the island look almost like a chess board. “Your teacher will make announcements at 12:00 and 6:00, both AM and PM! These will tell you which areas are going to be dangerous and from what time.”

The screen transitioned again, Eunha stood in front of that same background as before. The large ‘BR’ with the laurel surrounding it. Her smile filling everyone in the room with a sense of dread.

“If you are in one of these areas, move! You want to know why?” She questioned, pausing as if she was waiting for your response. No one spoke, all simply staring at the screen. Some students, like Mizuki, were still crying, others seemed to be glued to the screen as if trying to memorize all the information that was being thrust at you. You were a part of the latter grouping.

Mr. Kim beamed at the screen and played along. Giving the most childlike ‘why?’ one could possibly exclaim.

After her pause, Eunha spoke once more “That’s where these necklaces you are wearing come in.” As if on cue, everyone reached up and touched their collars. Fearful as Eunha gestured to the collar she was wearing.

“They are completely water and shockproof, and there is no way of getting them off.” She pointed to a spot of the right of her collar. “This sensor monitors your pulse, and tells us exactly where you are and what you are doing. If you are still in a danger area when the time runs out or doing something ‘naughty’, we will send our own signal to you!” She exclaimed, a bright smile on her face as she pointed towards the screen.

“The necklace will sound an alarm and then...boom!” She threw her hands up, jumping slightly as she did. “It will explode!”

This caused more silent panic between the students. Your eyes met Sojung’s, both of you silently asking each other if that could possibly be the truth. You don’t remember the collar’s ever being a part of the show before, so they must have implemented a new design to...to make things more exciting.

“Also, trying to force it off will also cause it to explode. So please don’t try, okay?” No one dared to attempt at this point. You had already seen first hand that the people in this room weren’t above just killing you, so you had to believe that these collars were also prepared to take your lives as well.

“Ah! There is something else I need to tell you.” She said, clapping her hands together. “There is a time limit for this game! Three days is all you have! If a single survivor isn’t determined in that time then all the necklaces will automatically explode!” She explained, once again mimicking an explosion as she mentioned it. “If that happens, it means no one will win.” Pulling her hands up to mimic tears on her face. As you watched you started to hate her, you hated how happy she seemed while giving these instructions. Did she still think this was fake, just for a tv show? Or was she aware of the danger that you were all in? You didn’t care, you just hated it.

“So please, fight as hard as you can to make sure that it doesn’t end like that! Okay?” The video froze as she struck a cute pose. All eyes turned to Mr. Kim, remote in hand as he had obviously paused your instructions. Somehow his familiar cheerful smile still graced his face. “Does anyone have any questions for today's lesson so far?”

“I do.” Glancing over, Jung Wheein had her hand raised. Tear stains littered her cheeks, and her other hand grasped tightly onto the hand of her best friend, Hyejin.

“So only the person who is alive after everyone else is dead can go home?” Her question had everyone’s eyes on Mr. Kim once again. If possible his smile got bigger, and he clapped lightly.

“That’s correct Wheein. You can only go home if you are the last one alive.” He seemed proud that she had understood. He brushed a strand of black hair behind his ear as he continued. “You lucky kids get to experience the real world first hand. Life is a battle of survival, and the one who survives this will that they are worthy to continue living in the real world.”

You wanted to throw up. Anxiety pooled in your gut and ice practically ran through your veins. Before you could stop yourself, you raised your hand.

“Why us?” You tried to sound strong as you asked your question, but your voice wavered and cracked lightly. Which caused Sojung to rub her thumb over the top of your hand to try and comfort you.

Suddenly all eyes were on you and you felt yourself freeze once again, eyes locking with Mr.Kim’s. Dread set in, what if you had asked the wrong question. Would he kill you as quickly as he had Seunghee? Thoughts raced through your head in the few seconds it took for your teacher to respond once again.

“Great question, you all were chosen at random.”

So...no one had done anything wrong? It was just luck of the draw that your class was chosen for this horrible game. Was this how the previous participants felt? You didn’t think you could last through the whole game, there was no way. You weren’t even that good at your sports classes, and you didn’t think you had any skills that would help you get through these next three days much less skills that would help you...murder your classmates.

After a few moments of silence, Mr. Kim clapped his hands once again. This prompted the door to the classroom to slide open once again. Four new soldiers walked through the door, dragging large carts behind them filled to the brim with duffel bags. Mr. Kim continued to smile at the class as he started the video once more.

Eunha once again began moving on the screen. “Now you’re going to leave the classroom one by one. But before that, you will be given a bag!” She clapped excitedly as the camera panned out, showing a table in front of her. The table was littered with different items. “Inside is food and water.” She gestured to a few bottles of water on the table, and a small loaf of bread. “A compass, map, flashlight,” Her hands moved once again, this time lifting up a small resealable bag that held the specified items. She even took the flashlight out and shined the bright light directly into the camera. “And a weapon! Each bag contains a different weapon, but not everyone will get a knife or a gun. It’s completely random, with some good and some not so good at all. This will give everyone a fighting chance!” As she spoke, she lifted an ax from the table, it looked like one that a fireman would use. But in her smaller hands it seemed much too big. “Seems like I got lucky with this one!”

“Get ready everyone! You will be leaving by class number! When you hear your name, I want to hear a big ‘here’!” She gave a nice big wave before the tape ran out. Heechul turned the tv off and was handed a clipboard by one of the soldiers.

The Game Begins Day One - 1:40AM

As students were called forward, each once far too scared not to shout that they were indeed here. They were each thrown the heavy duffel bag before then ran out the door into the night. Much sooner than you, Sojung was called which forced her to leave you alone. Glancing around the room after she had left, you noticed only a few of your classmates left. As you did this your eyes locked with Yoon Jeonghan and your heart sank. He was staring at you and smiling.

If this had been any other situation, you would have been over the moon that your crush was smiling at you, but here and now all you could feel was dread. You mind instantly thinking the worst, he could probably tell that you would be an easy target.

“[L/N], [Y/N]!” The call forced you to tear your eyes away from Jeonghan, as you called out that you were here. You rushed forward and a soldier threw a duffel bag at you, the weight of it almost knocking you backwards. Somehow you kept your momentum and ran out the door into the darkness.

Once outside, it took you eyes a minute to focus in the darkness. The chill on the autumn air hits your legs as you look around, hoping to find a safe spot to hide so that you can look in your bag. You don’t see any of the other student, not even someone camping out in front of the exit. For that you’re grateful. So with this in mind you simply run as fast as you can for as long as you can.

Your heart pounding in your chest as you dashed through the forest, doing your best not to trip in the darkness. In the distance you hear a scream and sounds of a scuffle. This only furthers you to keep running despite your lungs burning and begging for you to stop.

Suddenly, you were flying. Your feet coming out from under you as your foot hit a tree root that you couldn’t have possibly seen in the dark. You have no control over your body as you tumble forward, unable to stop yourself. It felt like you would go on forever only for you to stop as you body just so happened to collide with a tree, causing all breath to leave your lungs.

Gasping desperately, you lay there for a minute before you can will your body up. Crawling towards a nearby bush and ignoring the pain in your knee, you must have hurt it when you fell. You finally unzipped your duffel bag to figure out what weapon you had received. You hands desperately grasped at the flashlight that had been in the bag, grateful you quickly pressed the button to turn it on as you looked through your bag. You felt a chill make it’s way down your spine as you pulled out your designated weapon.

A pocket knife, still folded and it fit snug into the palm of your hand. After a moment of hesitation, you flipped it open and examined the blade. It had obviously been sharpened before it had been tossed into your bag. You gripped it tightly, not wanting to be unarmed if someone came for you. Despite that resolve, just holding it felt wrong. You couldn’t imagine plunging it into any of your classmates.

Deciding it would be smarter to use the darkness as a cover, you decided to turn your flashlight off. It would also keep the battery life, as they hadn’t provided you with batteries for it. So what you had would need to last for the next three days.

***

You didn’t move from your hiding spot until you heard footsteps coming your way. Carefully, you began backing further into the bush as an attempt to keep yourself covered. Unfortunately, as you did this your classmate heard the rustling as you moved.

“Who’s there!?” The voice called out. You recognized the voice of Choi Seungcheol, a friend of Jeonghan’s. He was strong, one of the strongest in your class. The different tests during P.E. had shown you that.

In that moment everything felt hopeless, if he found you it would be over and you wouldn’t have even survived the first few hours of the game. You could see the light of his flashlight moving around in an attempt to light up whoever was in hiding. In this case, that was you. His footsteps crunched a few leaves as he continued to advance towards you. Your heartbeat was so loud at this point you swore that he could hear it and it had become harder to breathe as panic began to set in. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Once you heard a battle cry, everything sped up once more. Jennie, jumped out of the darkness and lunged for Seungcheol. From your viewpoint you saw a rope clutched in her hands, holding Seungcheol from behind with that rope tightly pulled against his neck. He reached for her, no weapon in his hand. This made you wonder if he had gotten one of those ‘not so good’ weapons that Eunha had spoken off. His hand gripped her hair and pulled as harshly as he could, leaning forward and hurling her over his back.

She landed on the forest floor with a harsh thud, the rope escaping her grasp and falling just close enough that you might be able to reach it. As the two continued to struggle, you took the opportunity to inch forward to try and get closer to the rope that had fallen. After all, it was safer for you if you had it and they didn’t.

While you had been distracted trying to reach, Seungcheol had kept the upper. His flashlight had come across the back of Jennie’s head in rapid succession, not giving the girl a chance to get off of the ground. Before you realized she had stopped struggling.

Girl; Kim Jennie - Dead. 21 to go

You were just barely touching the rope when an eerie red light turned towards you.

“[Y/N]?”

You had been caught. Forgetting the rope, you gripped your knife tightly and pointed it at Seungcheol as you scrambled backwards.

“Stay away!” You exclaimed, terror gripping your words as you brandished the knife as bravely as you could.

Seungcheol ignored your words and took a step forward, regret shining in his eyes as he did so. You noticed small streaks of tear stains on his face as well as specks of blood...Jennie’s blood.

“[Y/N], I don’t want to hurt you. Please…” He couldn’t think you would possibly believe that? Not after what you had just seen. Not while you were still in view of the corpse that had once been your classmate. He continued to advance towards you, keeping the high ground as your legs lacked the strength to let you stand.

Apparently, he had had enough of you running and wanted to end things quickly. He jumped onto your form, knocking the knife out of your hand in the process. Instantly you back kicking your legs wildly as you tried to get him off of you. While his hand wrapped around your neck, you continued to thrash around in an attempt to get free. He sobbed as he clenched his hand tightly, cutting off air flow to your lungs. Muttering apologies but refusing to let you go of your throat. You could hear strangled screams leaving your lips but they didn’t feel like they were coming from you, it was like someone else was in your body and you were just an unwilling passenger.

Instead of trying to push his hands away, because he was much stronger than you were and there would be no way you could get him off of you that way, you began grabbing randomly at the forest floor. Hoping to get your knife back or at least grab a rock large enough to hit him with.

Luck was on your side at that moment, as your hand grazed the blade of your knife. Not caring if you cut yourself you grabbed the blade, feeling it slice your skin as you did. As quickly as you could, you turned it in your hand and jabbed it harshly into the man’s skull. In surprise and pain, he let go of your neck letting you gasp out for air. Without really thinking, you pulled the knife out before he could move out of range and once again thrust it into the side of his skull. It took a minute, but soon his body fell forward crushing you underneath him as he bled out.

Boy; Choi Seungcheol - Dead. 20 to go

As you realized what had just happened, you pushed his body off of you. He fell limply to the side, eyes drained of any life. Without even really thinking, a loud wail left your lips as you began sobbing at the realization of what you had just done. Sure it was in self defense, but that was Seungcheol. Just a few days ago you had been tutoring him so that he wouldn’t fail your English class. You weren’t the closest of friends, but now you would never have the chance to talk or laugh with him again. All the hard work he had been putting into his studies, into sports, into his life...it all meant nothing now. All you could do now was sit and sob, praying that no one heard you.

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woozisnoots · 4 years

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warnings: implied suicide

a/n: if you feel uncomfortable, pls skip to the important blog update under the cut. long post ahead sorry i did not realize 😬

i sat inside the booth between two train tracks. in such a small space, the pounding in my head didn’t compare to each and every one of my thoughts that touched each corner of the room. minute by minute, the cold from the outside slowly started to fog the outskirts of the glass window.

the train only came by twice a day. 6:40am and 11:40pm weekdays. 12:10am and 9:20pm weekends. i didn’t know what time it was on whatever day i came but it was pitch black out. no stars in the sky, no cricket sounds for miles, no person in sight. i gave up trying to move from the seat, my willingness to even lift a pinky was slim to none. i couldn’t care less if anyone saw me. any decent person would have just walked away if they knew what was good for them.

that night, there was a figure standing on the other side of the train tracks with a lantern held high. maybe twenty feet away. how long were they standing there? there was a good chance that i didn’t even know who it was. like any other night, i chose to ignore— in hopes that they would just leave.

but their lantern burned brighter in response. it was a subtle way of catching my eye but they caught all my attention. the brightness felt like it had finally reached me. it was like the tiniest bit of warmth had melted the frozen exterior of my body, enabling me to move. i was attracted to it. though i wasn’t entirely sure what ‘it’ was. without myself knowing, i was already opening the door.

i walked slow, inch by inch, wanting so bad just to feel that warmth again. just when i could start to feel again, it escaped my reach. i stopped on the tracks and stared at the stranger with a startled expression. right when the warmth left, the motor neurons in my body followed immediately after.

i panicked, not knowing what to do. my body not didn’t want to move. but i think what made me more unsettling was the fact that the stranger didn’t move either. even though the look in my eyes were begging for help.

moments passed, my heartbeart slowed but my mind continued to race with the most unpleasant, forbidden thoughts. knowing exactly where this was going to end, i blatantly stood there. i closed my eyes, listening to wheels of the train riding against the tracks grow from a trickle to a roar. but opened them to see the light shattered on the groud and the stranger reaching out for my hand.

[blog update]

hi there! this is yet again another update post, i bet you’re getting tired of them and i’m sorry. but it’ll be the last one in a while, hopefully. idek if anyone who reads this will actually care but i do need to get things off my chest. i’m making this sound a lot sadder that it actually is, but there is good in it, i promise. you can even skip to the bottom in bold if you really want!

so the past few sleepless nights that i’ve just laid in bed, i’ve soaked up a lot, including all the input that you guys have given me. to all the people that have reached out and given me feedback, thank you so much! but before i announce the news that you’re probably all here for, i would like to express my feelings and thoughts that i think have been bottled up.

world sucks and i want to set everything on fire obviously there’s been a lot going in the span of just a few days. without saying too much, all i will say is that it has taken a toll on me emotionally, more than i originally thought it did. every time a glimmer of hope is in my field of vision, it’s stomped on again by ginormous amounts of cow manure.

i’ve tried to word this in so many ways but the bottom line is: i’m just fucking tired. all the breakdowns i’ve had. the tears out of my eyes. the energy leaving my body. it’s the same feeling of them someone does smth so incredibly stupid that you have absolutely no words to say and you just let them be bc you feel like you already can’t do anything to stop them. but on a so much greater scale. and you feel like you’re just stuck there.

on a very personal note, it also sucks ass coming back on this blog after a long break from kpop. start writing my own content. meeting all you guys. but then having unfavorable events take place and go stumble on a rocky downhill, not knowing when it will never end. you can call me dramatic but it literally felt like someone came knocking on my door just to hit me in the face with a baseball bat ._.

but i was reminded of smth last night: i know one thing for sure. while i was watching svt vids with my lil sister, a smile never left my face. it was 3am and both us filled the living room with so much laughter and admiration. i love svt with my entire chest heart. there is no way in hell that i condone to their recent behaviors (and pledis’ for that matter as well). but like how so many others have stated, svt is a group of kindhearted, respectful, and humble boys no matter what circumstance. and i stand by that.

which brings me to the actual point of discussion: i will gradually start posting my svt writing/works as soon as maybe tmr or wed pst. they’ll probably be in spirts bc i have to get back in the rhythm of writing again, esp for my current series but they will be posted dw! i will try to pry away from writing about wonwoo, seokmin, and vernon for now. moments in july isn’t really a specific member centric fic anyway,,, at least not yet 👀 not saying i won’t ever write for them again, i just think it might be best for everyone’s comfort!

IF YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT PLEASE REFER TO THIS POST AND DO ME A FAVOR AND CONTINUE TO REMIND PLEDIS THAT THEY CAN EAT COW SHIT FOR THE REST OF THEIR DYING DAYS UNTIL THEY TREAT SVT RIGHT. you can even submit/send me pledis memes so i can email/twt them out myself. highly encouraged.

ight i think that’s about it.

thank you guys for your love and patience!! my ask box and dms are always open for anyone that needs to talk!♥️

#update #announcement #about alex #oh also i think im fine #keyword being i think lolol #dw about me!

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noonachronicles · 4 years

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For the angsty confessions thing, can you do Vernon and 28 please 💛 thank you in advance if you do!

Everyone, welcome to my first ever SVT story.

Hansol ‘Vernon’ Chwe X Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

You were drunk. You should have been more careful, you hadn’t even planned on drinking at all that night. But you weren’t careful and you did drink. A lot. When he walked into the party with his girlfriend you had to drink. It was mandatory for survival.

Vernon and you had been best friends for as long as you could remember. He was everything to you, you’d never depended on any relationship the way you’d depended on his. So when she showed up in his life and you dropped on his priorities list, it devastated you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak to him anymore, you’d been so hurt. You’d thought you’d meant more to him. He’d definitely meant more to you.

Disgust and vodka filled your gut as you continued to watch them from across the room. Even during your conversations with other friends you couldn’t pry your eyes from the giant smile plastered on his face. Or the way she refused to take her hand off of his arm despite the lazerbeams you were staring into her perfect tiny fingers. You could hear her glorious, beautiful laughter over the music and talking. You rolled your eyes as they had the absolute time of their lives.

Waiting until she walked away to use the restroom, you took your shot. You strolled, well stumbled, your way over to him and leaned against his side, your lips met just below his ear and you slurred out, “She’s not good enough for you.”

Vernon pulled away looking surprised to even see you at all. “Oh, hey. Didn’t realize you were actually talking to me again.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, leaning your shoulder against the wall.

He turned so that he was facing you. It felt like the first time you had his full attention in a while. You ignored the goosebumps that traveled over your skin. “I haven’t heard from you in weeks. Months now? Not really since I started dating-“

You waved your hand to dismiss the comment. “That’s not true you’ve just been too busy for me.”

He looked mad. His jaw clenched as he looked down at you and shook his head, “Bullshit. We’ve been best friends for eighteen years. I’ve never been too busy for you. If you’d wanted it I would have made the time, but you didn’t want it.”

“Oh please forgive me.” You dripped with sarcasm, “If by making time for me you mean graciously allowing me to third wheel your dates with...ugh I can’t even say her name. Anyway, when I realized that the only time I was going to get with you was going to be shared time I lost interest.”

“Why do you hate her so much? What do you care if she’s not good enough for me?” He asked looking around to see if anyone was listening to the two of you argue. “Who are you to even judge that?”

“Your friend, I thought.”

“I don’t get it. She’s always been nice to you. You guys have so much in common. It doesn’t make sense why you can’t be friends with her or even just cordial. At the very least for my sake. She’s a part of my life, y/n. I’d like for both of you to be. ” he said clearly frustrated.

You sighed deeply. If you were ever going to do it, it would have to be now. Even in your hazy state of mind you knew if you waited too long he might really fall in love with her and if he did… If he did it would be over. He was leaning against the wall, his head tilted slightly as he watched you. He could tell you wanted to say something so he waited patiently for you to find the words.

“I don’t hate her.” you started slowly, “It doesn’t even have anything to do with her. I’d feel the same way about anyone because I don’t think you should be with just anyone. It should be me. You should be with me.”

You watched the gulp move down his throat. The way he watched you. You could practically see the cogs turning in his mind. Did you mean it or was it just the vodka? How serious could he really take you, clearly drunk and emotional. If he told you about this moment tomorrow when your head was clear would you just groan in embarrassment? That had to be it. You weren’t thinking straight. He’d hate himself for taking advantage of it. Even if this was all he’d really wanted.

“Jesus, you are trashed. Who let you get this bad? DK?” He sighed deciding to ignore it and move on. He grabbed your elbow, pulling you through the throng of people, “You need some fresh air.”

You stayed quiet as he dragged you through the apartment. Out of the living room and into the kitchen where he grabbed several bottles of water and then back into the living room towards the widow that opened to the fire escape. He stood you next to the window as he charmed the couple outside into coming back in, and then helped you out onto the grated metal and into the cool night air.

“Drink.” He demanded, holding out an open bottle of water.

“What do you care if I’m drunk?” You asked quietly from the step you’d sat down on.

“I care because I’m your friend. I thought.” he smirked as you glared up at him for using your words against you.

He stood there quietly, watching you as you drank the whole bottle before passing you another. An easy twenty minutes passed as the two of you stayed out there in silence. Just the muted sound of the music and chatter from inside and the sound of traffic on the street below. The water and the air cleared your head and suddenly you were replaying your words over in your head. It wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if he’d even acknowledged what you said. When you looked up at him he was chewing on his bottom lip. He was looking at you but you could tell he was deep in thought.

“I miss you.” you said leaning your head against the metal railing.

He nodded, “I miss you too.”

Standing up, you sighed, “I meant what I said. I love you and I think you should be with me.”

“I had been in love with you for my entire life and you decided to love me back when I finally gave up.” he scoffed in disbelief of this entire night's conversation.

“I loved you... I love you.” You corrected, “I have for years.”

“Yeah like a friend.” He said “Or a brother.”

“No.” You shook your head, “More than a friend. Definitely not like a brother.”

“What?” He asked looking genuinely shocked. “Are you serious or are you still drunk?”

You frowned, “I can be both.”

“You’re not serious.” He decided, “There’s no way.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you for the last eighteen years. I want what she has. I want to be the hand you reach for. I want to be the one that keeps all your secrets. Your strength during hard times. And someone you share all your good times with.” You admitted, “Don’t try to tell me I’m not in love with you.”

He sat down on the step you’d previously occupied, “Every time we’ve seen each other for the last eighteen years. That’s a lot. You have a lot of restraint.”

“Well I thought my choices were restraint or ruining our friendship with my selfish desire.” you shrugged.

With a groan he ran his hands over his face and moved his fingers through his hair, as he tried to process. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Did you ever tell me?” You countered.

“I don’t know what to do.” He sighed and looked up at you. The look in his eyes was pleading, “What do I do?”

“Choose.” You answered, kneeling in front of him, and just as desperate. “Choose me.”

#vernon chwe #seventeen scenarios #vernon scenarios #i dont want to tag these as drabbles but they dont seem long enough to be scenarios #tags are hard

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silverypurple-rosedlions · 4 years

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Three things! One, I fully support you all and give every single one of you love! <3 Two, if it's not too much to ask, I'm curious for everyone, but let's just start out with one today. ^^; Could we get a comparison picture of what Jeonghan looked like before the start of The Purple Rose to what he looks like now? Third, goes to everyone (it's up to everyone if they want to answer) what was Jeonghan like to you? Before The Purple Rose, or at least the first time you met him?

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Joshua: Jeonghan... He was very much different from now, obviously. But he was truly different. He didn't like being popular, and he didn't like gaining compliments. He was always polite and soft-spoken. He was...really sweet, and very selfless. He was also lazy, falling asleep in classes, yet he always got perfect grades. But the Jeonghan I knew struggled a lot. He didn't like sharing what was wrong with him, and you know that saying of how people put on a mask?... He did just that. Every single day he did, and he pretended to be the very person people needed him to be. But he always took it off in front of me and what I saw was... someone I loved, deeply broken. I was the only person he showed his vulnerability towards, and I always did my best to be there for him... Unlike now, he was sensitive, more sensitive than now. He didn't want to hurt anyone at the time, and it hurt him if he caused any complications with anyone... That was Yoon Jeonghan, but long before he became who he is now. Now, he wants to put that way back in the past and never touch it again.

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Jun: I met Jeonghan hyung in senior year of Highschool, I think. It was when I moved from China to South Korea. We didn't really talk too much since he was so popular, and it was hard for me to talk to him. Especially with Schizophrenia, and he didn't have it at the time. But we bumped into each other now and then, and he was a really great person. He was laid back, calm, and he had that presence that if you just stood next to him, you felt safe. You couldn't even tell something was wrong at the time because he played everything off with little trouble. But when I really got to know him... I wish I could have done more for him. It was even harder for me because of language barrier. I was learning Korean, so I talked to him in broken Korean, mixed with Chinese... Poor guy. Ha. But he managed, and he made me feel accepted, able to feel as if I fitted in before the Purple Rose. And he still does now... Even though he's terrifying.

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Wonwoo: I met him when The Purple Rose was starting. I didn't know what he was like before then. But when I first met him, he was... persuasive. He knew just the right thing to say, a sly person, and still is, who could be smiling so charmingly at you. Then before you knew it, he has you pinned with a gun at the center of your forehead. He talked to me occasionally. He would find me in places only I thought I knew, and from there, he slowly gained my trust, especially during my most vulnerable stages in life. But he didn't manipulate me, but he did coax me, but not to commit crime for the hell of it. But for survival, and to gain justice for us being wronged. It was twisted, and at the start, I denied. However, during that time, he was the only person who'd listen and give advice... but not the "normal" advice you'd expect. When things were unbearable at home, he gave me a place to reside in to escape the corrupted environment I was in... He's the reason I didn't die sooner.

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Jihoon: I came at a slightly later time. I knew him from Highschool, being that he was popular. Never said a single word to him, just shared glances and nods, and that was it. My first impression was that he was naive, and easy to manipulate. At first, I absolutely hated his guts because he was that typical stereotype in school, that's what I thought. It sickened me... But he reached out to me one day. Don't know what exactly happened, but all I remember was that I had him by the neck on the ground. I was upset that day, but even when I could've choked him to death, obviously seeing fear in his eyes, he held me by the wrists gently, and talked to me. That's when things changed, and I was able to turn to him when my struggles were unbearable for me, or I needed someone to ground me. I tried to do the same for him, but having him explain his own pain and struggles is sometimes... useless, because he never shares his burden willingly, even if it all collapsed on him.

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Mingyu: I met him in Highschool. I was among the popular students, so I interacted a lot with him in the past. But at the time, I admired him. He was hard-working, funny and outgoing, and laid back. Anyone could talk to him comfortably. He treated everything so calmly, and when he got worked up, everyone just loved to see him show passion in whatever it was. Whenever I got the chance to talk to him, he always made sure I was comfortable, helped me whenever I struggled, and he was playful. Really playful that he pulled of pranks... Joshua knows this, but I used to really...really like him. It was absolutely hard not to at the time with how loveable he was. Of course I moved on. That was ages ago. But at the time, as embarrassing as it is to admit it, I was basically a lovesick puppy, willing to do anything he told me to. Completely different from how he is now, right?

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Minghao: Never knew him before The Purple Rose. I never even encountered any of the members because of Jun. With Jun, he requested that I was left untouched, and they did his request with ease. But when I met Jeonghan, it was during a Schizophrenic episode of mine. It was after some things and figuring out I had Shared Psychotic Disorder. Jun brought me to him, needing help since we were close by. Jeonghan did his part, and he talked to me. He eased me and helped me get through my very first episode... Terrifying. I'll tell you that. But when I met him, he was... deranged. He was unique, but made me uneasy at the time. He seemed untouchable. He was intimidating and hard for me to approach even though I joined. He... I couldn't read him. I couldn't get one small clue to use to figure out something, anything about him. All I knew at the time was that he was completely a madman. He was too far gone for any real help, and I was fearful that if I didn't do my best, he'd kill me... Despite this, being cold and distant, he helped me a lot. He was, and is, complicated.

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Seokmin: Knew him since Middle School! He was really different back then, even when he struggled. Though, the way he struggles now isn't too different from how he coped with struggles in the past. But the Jeonghan I knew before The Purple Rose was truly different. He loved playing pranks and teasing. He was always there for me, and in return, I always did my best to make him laugh and smile. We went out a lot together, explored everything, and attended various events. Those were the highlights of our past together, and even Joshua could agree as it continued into Highschool, but things got serious... To summarize the Jeonghan I knew is that he was amazing, but was hurting as time went on. He suffered a lot, but never told anyone but Joshua hyung. I did what I could... But it was enough or what he needed at the time.

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#the purple rose #the purple rose answers #the purple rose past #comparison #insane!jun #insane!wonwoo #insane!jeonghan #insane!joshua #insane!mingyu #insane!minghao #insane!jihoon #insane!seokmin #what was he like #he was . . .#he was different #very different

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the gravity of the situation (svt apocalypse!au)

♡ wordcount: 1,7k ♡ chapter 16/?

(ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4, ch.5, ch.6, ch.7, ch.8 ch.9 ch.10 ch.11 ch.12 ch.13 ch.14 ch.15)

♡ this won’t make any sense if you haven’t read the last part so make sure to catch up on those before reading! they’re all linked above!

♡ rating: PG-13 death/violence, language, gore themes, descriptions and mentions of murder, voilence, bodily harm and blood, mentions of pregnancy.

♡ warning: this part involves parts of very descriptive violence, mentions of murder and death as well as deaththreats and a somewhat discriptive ptsd flashback! please be careful when reading! ily!

♡ pairing: svt (soonyoung) x reader

Seungcheol has taken on the task of driving and Joshua had originally sat in shotgun to help navigate, but after only 15 minutes of driving he had fallen promptly asleep and so I had ended up with the map of Seoul on my lap while also leaning onto the side of Joshua’s seat so I could see the rusted and broken signs along the road, not being nearly as familiar with the roads around the camp as Joshua had become over the last years. It had been quiet for the last 5 minutes the only sounds audible where the wheels of the wagoneer rolling on the cracked and dry asphalt beneath the wheels, along with the quiet buzzing of the car with the rest of the group following behind us. The outside scenery was composed mostly of different yellow and brown tones along with the broken, cracked and fallen buildings scattered around the horizon. There where several buildings who had completely been taken over by green plants, moss and other foliage that blended completely into the rest on the scenery outside by now. In certain areas you probably couldn’t have guessed there used to be skyscrapers and tall apartment buildings mere 10 years ago. It was almost beautiful. If it hadn’t been for the death, the violence and the sickness. Not only the living dead but also the way some humans turned into monsters while their heart was still beating. Like Jicheol had.

The screaming had started out in the distance as my mind started to fog up. It had been long since I had even thought about him. Thought about what he did to me, to Junghyun. Eunju. I tried to squeeze my eyes shut to block everything out, the repeating noise of the car wheels and the motor suddenly completely gone. When I opened my eyes again, all I could see was the bridge, that damn bridge. I could feel his hands on me, all around me. And the screaming rung in my ears. It was both Eunju and Junghyun. I would never forget that sound, and as I fought to find them, to help them I slipped even deeper into the memory.

“Jicheol, put him down!” Eunju screamed, her voice hoarse as she clasped her hand around my upper arm to stop me. I had lunged forward after Junghyun had screamed, the surprise of Jicheol picking him up causing him to wiggle in the older mans arms. “Junghyun!” I screamed, feeling my eyes water and a pit in my stomach as Jicheol’s face became stern and dark. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t the man that had nearly raised you. You didn’t know this man. He was muttering something but I couldn’t make up what. Only the sound of his muffled voice. “Let him go, Jicheol, please.” Eunju begged, as I felt my legs almost give out. It felt like forever but also like a split second when the man suddenly let go of the young boy whom he had been holding over the railing of the bridge. The screams of both Eunju, Junghyun and myself rang through my ears, and everything flashed infront of my eyes. The way I had ran like my life depended on it, but Junghyun was already gone long before I made it down to him. The way I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I cried beside the tiny boy. The way I had been made to leave him there as Jicheol came after me. How I had to fight the man I had trusted to save my own life. My shoulder, the slash on my leg, the bruises and the things he had said to me. How I never got to know what happened to Eunju. I had spaced completely out during this. I had no idea how many days or weeks had gone by. All I knew was Jicheol was not himself, he would never get to be himself again either because after he had tried to kill me all those times, after I had been forced to run away from him or fight him. After everything, I had been forced to save my own life. It really was either me or him.

Both me and Jicheol had ended up in a old supermarket, and I had managed to knock him unconscious with a metal shelf to the head after driving my knife into his right shoulder. He had been out for a while. I had been sitting against the wall, trying to bandage up my thigh which he had slashed up. The brutality of it all hit me while he was unconscious. He must have gone completely crazy. He killed a young boy, most likely Eunju too, and now he wanted me. I didn’t recognize him anymore. Not at all. This was not the man who had saved me from a car so many years ago. He wasn’t Jicheol anymore. He would never be again either. He wouldn’t give up until I was dead. I was sure of that much. And as I sat on the floor, realizing the gravity of the situation Jicheol started laughing on the floor. “You’re weak, Y/n. You’re weak. You will never survive without me, you’re always gonna need me.” His eyes where blown wide, a mental smile on his pale face. My breath hitched. “I’m gonna kill you.” He laughed, his raspy voice echoing inside my head. And without letting him say another word, I pulled my knife and drove it into the side of his skull with a shaky breath. My chest raised an fell so quickly I was sure my ribs where going to collapse on me, and I leant back on the wall and let myself sob loudly into my knees.

“Y/n! Breathe. Come on, come back to us.” I felt hands clasp around my wrists, and a cold breeze against my face. “Focus on my voice.” it was the same voice as the one who spoke earlier. “Focus on my voice, angel. feel my hand on your chest? Feel how it’s pressing against you? That’s real, that’s right now. Wherever you are right now isn’t now, its not happening now. You’re safe. You’re right here, okay?” the voice called out, and as it spoke it seemed to come closer and closer, and the fog seemingly lifted right off of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them one more time, and when I opened them I was met with Soonyoung’s worried eyes. I let out a shaky breath, his hand that was placed on my chest making sure my breathing didn’t pick up again.

I was sitting on the edge of the backseat, my legs pulled out the doors to touch the asphalt beneath. There was a slight breeze blowing by now and then, carrying the scent of autumn with it. As I looked around I saw Jihoon with his hands crossed over his chest, leaning against the hood of Soonyoung’s car, Seungcheol and Joshua staning a bit infront of the car we had been driving, they seemed to be talking with each other. Minghao was squatting next to Jihoon, a map he had spread out on the ground seemingly studying it. I turned my face back to Soonyoung who was sitting on his haunches in front of me, one hand holding my left wrist and one on the car seat beside my thigh. “Hi.” he whispered, his eyebrows a little less worried than when I first opened my eyes. “Hi.” I breathed out in reply. There was a short silence as he studied my face.

“You scared us a little there.” He said, his voice low and serious but his eyes where gentle and I could tell he wasn’t mad or angry, just a little shaken up. I mumbled a meek sorry as I looked down, a little embarrassed to have caused a scene. Soonyoung chuckled a little, his hand that was clasping my wrist moving down a little to hold my hand reassuringly. “You completely spaced out for like 20 minutes there, Seungcheol tried to talk to you in the car, he even woke up Joshua to try and snap you out of it. You didn’t really start crying until they stopped the car.” I didn’t look up while he talked, I just looked at his hand holding mine. He was sitting in front of me like I was a little child, trying to comfort me as if I had fallen on my kneed and bruised my skin. “I’m sorry for making a scene.” I muttered, still feeling bad about making everyone stop up like this in the middle of something important. Soonyoung didn’t reply to that, he just let his thumb grace over the back of my hand comfortingly. “What happened?” He asked after a few seconds, his head cocking slightly to the side. “I don’t really know why, I just spiraled into a flashback again. Like the entire thing, it played like a movie. I couldn’t get myself out of it at all.” I whispered, looking anywhere but him, not wanting to meet his eyes for some unknown reason. Soonyoungs thumb was still slowly running over the back of my hand and I felt my heart pick up a little as I opened up a little about what I had experienced and why I had been crying when Seungcheol stopped the car and motioned the other car to stop as well.

I don’t think he exactly knew how to respond, so he just stood up and pulled me with him and into a hug, which he held me in for well over a minute. “You want me to come sit with you while we drive?” he whispered into my hair, and I nodded slightly. Contradicting myself completely when I said, “you don’t have to.” to which he promptly said he wanted to and that it would make him feel better too. And so, we continued on, after I offered a quick apology to everyone for making them worry and for making us slow down, as we had much more important tasks at hand. Which where only met with sincere laughs and “don’t worry about it”s.

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Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Summary: It was really laughable. The idea that Jeon Wonwoo had a nemesis. And yet there it was. The clear proof that all his life, like a nagging dull ache, Kwon Soonyoung had stepped all over his plans without ever really acknowledging him.

And maybe it was wrong for Wonwoo to seek him out but all he wanted was answers at first. He had never imagined they would stand opposite each other, fingers on triggers, his death in his nemesis’s hands and vice-versa.

Author: qvestchen

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: Home, Previous, Next.

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Chapter 3: Felt like you teleported

"Who was it? Someone asking for Wonwoo from you?" Mingyu asked Jeonghan when he finished talking on the phone.

The three of them were sitting in Wonwoo and Mingyu's dorm room. Jeonghan and Wonwoo had just returned from their strange but unfruitful trip to the uni hospital, something Mingyu was still having trouble grasping.

"It was Soonyoung," Jeonghan said. "He was asking about you, Wonwoo. What is happening? Do you know each other?"

Wonwoo had not said a word since they had returned, obviously disappointed over something.

He isn't even playing his game. What happened? Mingyu had asked, only to get no answer.

But now Wonwoo looked up quickly. "Kwon Soonyoung? What did he say?"

"Alright, calm down, dude. Care to tell me what is going on or am I just talking to myself here?" Mingyu asked.

Wonwoo ignored him, clutching at Jeonghan's arm. "What was he saying? Can we go meet him?"

Mingyu sighed, turning away. "Okay, I see how it is. Replaced by a fairy today. Don't mind me. I'm fine. I always loved Seokmin more."

Jeonghan said, "Uh, well, he didn't really say much. He asked if I had a friend with your name and I said, yeah, he's here with me, want to talk? And he cut the phone saying...uh, some choice words."

Wonwoo was quiet.

Jeonghan chewed his lip. "Are you okay?"

"No," Mingyu groaned. "My best friend replaced me for a new guy."

Wonwoo cleared his throat. "It's obviously a mistake. Sorry, guys, I'm feeling tired. I'm going to turn in for the night."

Jeonghan and Mingyu exchanged glances and then, the latter mouthed, Out, now!

Once outside the door, Mingyu turned to him. "Look I don't really interfere but care to tell me what is going on? He is behaving strangely."

"I don't know. I at the cafeteria earlier—"

"I thought the other guy called you," Mingyu said.

"Oh did he?" Jeonghan scrunched his forehead thoughtfully before shrugging. "Well, that's not important. I don't even know you guys properly to be honest. I'm just as lost as you. Your friend just heard that Soonyoung's friend had an accident and demanded to accompany me to the hospital. It happened in front of you all. Don't blame me..." his voice trailed off as he looked at the floor. "I...I just wanted to be friends with you. Seokmin was so nice to me and..."

Mingyu's gaze softened. "No, no, you're misunderstanding me. I'm not blaming you. I'm really sorry if you felt that way. I was just..."

"I understand." Jeonghan smiled. "You're just worried."

Mingyu returned the smile, beaming. "Yes, exactly. And he's not big on communicating so I thought it's better to ask you."

"I guess, they have some history together. Wonwoo seemed like he knew Soonyoung and I've just recently got to know Soonyoung too so I can't say what exactly it is but seems like Soonyoung knows him too."

Mingyu looked at the closed door beside them. "I suppose we'll know if they ever meet."

Jeonghan's face was determined when he answered. "When they meet." Not if.

He had waited till it was well past two before getting up and walking across his room. He opened the dorm room but didn't step out into the corridor outside. Instead he stepped into hospital wing, walking noiselessly to Joshua's bed.

Yoon Jeonghan stared at the sleeping boy, watching almost in fascination as moonlight lit parts of Joshua's peaceful expression. His eyes followed the turn of his lips, the slant of his nose and stopped at the tired dark circles beneath the eyes. He made a face.

He stood for a moment, as if silently debating something and then reached for Joshua's wrist, fingers grazing the bronze bracelet. Something like wild electricity crackled at the touch and Joshua moved slightly, sighing almost in relief whilst still asleep.

"You're weak," Jeonghan said, a sneer rippling across his features, and turned away, disappearing as silently as he had appeared.

Behind him, Joshua's face looked healthier than before.

"Wait, are you sure it's okay for him to be discharged so quickly? He fainted yesterday!" Soonyoung argued with the nurse.

Joshua smiled. "Soonyoung-ah, I'm totally fine and kind of embarrassed so drop it. Let's go before we miss our first class."

"You're not going to any class as far as I am concerned. We're going back to our dorm room where you will lay in bed and I will baby you around until you get better."

Joshua's eyes crinkled up as he laughed. "Okay, Mom. Let's just get out of here. I hate hospitals."

Soonyoung and Jun looked at each other at the mention of 'mom' but didn't say anything. Later, the message was clear.

But at the dorms, Joshua shooed them all away. "I'll stay with Jihoon. He doesn't have early morning classes and you all can go study."

Soonyoung and Jun left finally, promising to attend the first so Joshua didn't have to feel that they were missing out on their "absolutely important education". They walked out of the door in silence but soon Soonyoung spoke up, "I'm worried about him."

"Me too. All he does is work on his laptop and study. I don't even remember the last time he did something apart from studies and drama club. It's burning him out," Jun said.

"The nurse said he is exhausted and he looks it too. Maybe we should let his pa—"

"We should help him have some fun."

Soonyoung and Jun jumped at the sudden voice.

"Ah, did I startle you?" Jeonghan smiled, his eyes sparkling with charm. "I came to see Joshua but I heard you two first."

"You have a really soft tread." Soonyoung laughed.

Jun nodded. "Felt like you teleported here."

The three of them burst out laughing.

"But seriously," Jeonghan said, as they settled on the park benches near their dorm, "I feel like he needs to have some fun, take his mind of studies and maybe date someone nice. I don't know, maybe I don't even have the right to say all this. I really want to be there for him but sometimes I feel like he doesn't like me..."

Soonyoung looked at him with pity. Jeonghan's eyes were downcast and he was fidgeting with his sleeves. "Jeonghan, that's—that's not true."

Jun puffed out his chest. "In fact, according to my shrewd judgement, he has the hots for you."

Soonyoung spluttered. "Jun!"

"What?" Jun raised his eyebrows. "I know sexual tension when I see it."

Jeonghan coughed. "Jun, you're really funny. But coming back to what we were talking about, how about we host a party for him?"

"A party?" Soonyoung contemplated.

Jun's eyes immediately lit up. "A Glad you're okay and we love you to bits party? Can we have a proper huge party with good drinks and games and a DJ and a huge guest list because there's this guy I really want to ask out?"

"Exactly," Jeonghan reacted with equal excitement. "Let's go big!"

Soonyoung interjected. "How will we host a party when all of us are broke?"

The other two nodded, shoulders slumping.

Jeonghan looked around the campus park and he smiled. "Maybe we won't need to host one at all. Get everyone ready for the best Friday night party of your lives!"

"Wait—"

But Jeonghan was already gone, shouting "Dino-ya! Dino, hey, wait up!" to someone walking out of the park.

"Isn't Friday today?" Jun asked.

Soonyoung sighed.

"And why are we going to this party again?" Joshua asked, making a face, as Soonyoung fussed with his jacket one last time.

His friend stood back and looked at him, obviously happy with his work of stealing Seungcheol's faux leather jacket and having Joshua wear it. He messed up his hair a bit. "You look like you're going to steal a few hearts tonight."

Joshua rolled his eyes. The jacket felt odd on him and he wished he was wearing a band t-shirt over ripped jeans like Soonyoung minus the choker that his friend was obviously happy wearing.

"We are going because our friend Dino is hosting a Friday night party and the average college student attends parties on Friday nights so here we are!" Jun grinned.

Jun looked drop dead gorgeous and confidence flashed out of his excited smile. He did a turn, his jacket and jewellery glittering against the moonlight.

"That reminds me. Since when did we have a friend named Dino. You all are such liars," Joshua said, trying to turn back.

Jihoon put a firm grip on his arm. "I hate to be here but there's no way we're going back." He had turned up in a hoodie and sweatpants, looking the picture of annoyance, and Joshua wondered how they had convinced him.

"Let's go!" Soonyoung said, opening the door and walking in.

Joshua sighed and followed his friends inside. He was the last to enter but he felt the room's energy shift into something darker as something whistled through the air towards Soonyoung. He lunged forward to pull him back but he knew he was already a second late. There was a sickening sound of an object hitting a hard surface and he closed his eyes fearing the worst as several voices screamed out.

The DJ stopped the music.

"Well, fuck, that was a near save."

He opened his eyes at the voice and looked at Soonyoung who was smiling weakly, pointing to a dart lodged into the wall beside, a dart that landed a considerable distance away from the dartboard, a dart that had narrowly missed Soonyoung's eyes, missed them by a hair's breadth...Joshua felt like he couldn't breathe.

From somewhere in the crowd, Seungcheol could be heard saying loudly, "Which idiot threw that?"

Someone walked up to Soonyoung and said in a shaky voice, "Are you okay? I am so sorry. I don't even know how it went there. I promise I'll never even touch a dart from now on. This was actually my first time. Oh God, are you okay?"

"Nothing happened so it's all cool. No worries," Soonyoung said, smiling, as the colour returned to his face. "Though you should stay away from darts for a bit." He stretched out his hand. "Should we just introduce ourselves and pretend like we didn't meet over my attempted murder?"

The DJ turned on the music again and the crowd went back to dancing and talking, seemingly disappointed that there was no drama.

The other boy reached out to shake his hand. "Really sorry and yeah, I would like that. I'm Wonwoo, by the way, from History department and those over there are my idiot friends who told me playing darts was a good idea."

Soonyoung's smile slipped. "You're him."

hi! so sorry it took ages to update but we were busy with work and studies.

hope you all liked this chapter. there is so much going on and lots of little easter eggs scattered across the story for our lovely readers so let us know how you are liking the story so far and what you think might happen next?

next update soon(woo)er than you think~~

#soonwoo #seventeen au #seventeen fic #hoshi #wonwoo #seventeen #soonyoung #jihan #joshua #jeonghan #junhui #dino #mingyu #scoups #woozi #vernon #seungkwan #minghao #seokmin

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male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too · 5 years

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SVT Vocal unit: Falling in love With a Trans guy: Part 2

This is my first week of summer, I might be posting more and be posting during the day (for me). So send in some requests, pick a group, you can separate it by hyung or makane line. Or with seventeen, You can choose by unit or a maximum of 5 members. I mainly do reactions but you can request scenarios too. Just to clarify, I do male or gender-neutral reader. Just no she/her pronouns. request away.

Listening to queen

Seungkwan

Because of his level of extravagance, people thought he was gay or queer in some way. Seungkwan never really gave it a thought a just said ‘no’. He had nothing against queer people, he never saw himself as gay. Seungkwan began to question that when (Y/n) came into his life. (Y/n) was there when Seungkwan was sobbing his eyes out, saying that carats didn't like him as much because his face was bigger. (Y/n) was there to tell him, elegantly that, that was utter bullshit.

(Y/n) was there when Seungkwan missed his mother’s Jeju cooking. The male searched the internet for hours for the Jeju recipe that Seungkwan was talking about. 3 hours in the kitchen later, a home town meal was waiting for Seungkwan. He knew that he had more than friendly feelings for (Y/n). Seungkwan would do anything to see a smile on his face and (Y/n) would do the same. Their relationship was smooth for the longest time, that only time was when Seungkwan walked in on (Y/n), without knocking.

Seungkwan walked in and saw it. He saw (Y/n) with a fake penis on his bed, what he later learned was a packer. Seungkwan saw your chest. It wasn't a typical male’s. He felt betrayed. Seungkwan had put so much trust into him and (Y/n) didn't let him in on such a big part of him. After an awkward coffee meet up, everything was sorted out and they were glued to each other again. Seungkwan’s feelings began to bloom again

It was a Thursday night in a karaoke room. Seungkwan loved to sing and he loved these rooms. (Y/n) wasn't one much for singing but the other persuaded him into singing a few songs. (Y/n) mainly danced and hummed along. Seungkwan picked symptoms by Shinee. Many people knew this song for the lyrics of intense blooming love. Seungkwan was feeling brave and selected it, hoping that (Y/n) would get the hint.

Seungkwan handed (Y/n) the mic. He couldn't say no and stood up, swaying to the music. Seungkwan started off, barely having to look at the screen. The other needed to look and sing. They stepped closer to each other as the song progressed. The song was over and the microphones are in their hands, (Y/n) reached out for the man’s jaw and held it as he leaned forward. Their lips met, Seungkwan’s lips tasted like the ice cream they had before. They were plump and soft. (Y/n) pulled back because of the need for air. Seungkwan spoke

“Can we please be something? I need you, as more than a friend. I want you as a boyfriend. I see sleeping in each other's bed, I see more of these days, and I see rainy days with a movie playing in the background. And I see us being together.”

Seokmin

He loved seeing new things. Seokmin wanted to travel and he has. He has seen so much of the world thanks to Seventeen. Seokmin has always wanted to see his friend's home town and country. (Y/n) had loved his country but moved for Korea and soon met Seokmin. (Y/n) realized early that few countries were going to accept a transgender person with open arms. So when (Y/n) went to get his green card, He knew the laws. He dressed gender neutral and felt a pang in his heart when the paperwork said, female.

(Y/n) tried to put that behind him and tried to continue his life. Things needed to be done and (Y/n) found friends that accepted him. It was only when Seokmin needed to get something out of his wallet, then he saw the “F”. He was a little shocked but figured that he didn't want to talk about it. Seokmin acted a little odd until he brought it up. (Y/n) told him the truth and Seokmin accepted it. He has become to love (Y/n) as a friend and why did him being transgender change anything?

Seokmin assumed that his friend was straight but after finding out that he is transgender, Seokmin didn't want to pry and push his boundaries. So he left it alone. It barely came up after that one talk in Seokmin's bedroom.

When they were in Seokmin's bedroom or anywhere in general, the two of them talked about the places they had been. Seokmin loved hearing the other talk about their homeland. He had never seen that part of the country and loved hearing stories and how different he grew up compared to himself. Seokmin saw the longing look in (Y/n)'s eyes when he talked about home. Seokmin loved seeing his friends happy and would look like an idiot to do it. He had money so and he knew when (Y/n) had his days off.

Getting him to do it was the problem.

Seokmin had the other's passcode and extra key for emergencies or for him to get some room to breathe. Seokmin asked (Y/n) to come to his dorms, (Y/n) soon got distracted and was playing video games with the others. Seokmin soon broke into his apartment, he saw clean laundry. Perfect. He packed them into a bag and saw some of his favorite things and put them in the bag. Seokmin rushed into his car and drove off to his dorms. When he arrived outside of him dorms, he shot (Y/n) a text about coming down to the entrance. (Y/n) came down soon after and saw that Seokmin was not getting out. So (Y/n) stepped into the car, "So, what is this about?" Seokmin held a smirk on his face and soon spilled the beans. They were going to take a trip to his home town, they would buy somethings when they were there but he had (Y/n)'s clothes.

(Y/n) was aghast but went with the plan.

Time Skip

the plane landed and (Y/n) could smell the familiar air. Seokmin looked at the gleeful look on (Y/n)'s face. For Seokmin, it was like a movie, (Y/n)'s hair was framing his face perfectly, his eyes were bright and alive. "Seokmin, are we going to go?" He soon picked up his pace and walked beside (Y/n). They got a ride to the hotel and (Y/n) was amazed at his home. Seokmin had to fess up. He loved him.

"(Y/n), can we go on a date? I don't know if you're gay or not but I still like you."

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Going Against The Tide | Wen Junhui | Chapter 1

Title: Going Against The Tide | Chapter 1

Pairing: Wen Junhui x Reader

Synopsis: Prince Junhui is forced into an unwanted arranged marriage and must find a way to go against his parent’s wishes.

Genre/Warnings: non-idol!AU, royal!AU, enemies to friends to lovers, female reader, swearing, angst, fluff, Svt side characters (Joshua, Minghao + mention of others), (I might add onto this in future chapters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who knows)

Words: 4.6k

POV: Third Person

Requested: No

CH.1 ||

There are many rules to being a princess. She must sit up straight, walk a certain way, talk a certain way, but most importantly, what a princess must know to do is rule a kingdom. She must be ready to step up to the throne by the age of 20 and must rule with the utmost prudence that her kingdom deserves. She must be a strong leader who knows what’s best for her people and most importantly, she must know where her place is beside a king.

“That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard,” the princess spun around in her desk chair, her legs hanging over the backrest and her hair hanging down to the floor. She looked up at Joshua, who was hired by the king and queen a few years back to coach their daughter. He stood beside her desk with a large textbook under his arm and a look of annoyance on his face.

“What was the first thing I said, huh? Your ears are probably blocked with all the blood rushing to your head.”

She moved from her upside down position into a form that one would deem ‘proper’.

“Josh, we’ve been over this for years now. I know how to act like a royal, I just choose not to,” (y/n) stated in a factual tone.

“You are turning 21 soon and by then you will need to be ready to step up to the throne whenever your parents deem you worthy,” He walked over to the girl, placed the heavy textbook onto the top of her head and let it sit while he turned to look through the rest of the princess’ work that she had completed and left on her desk.

“This is so stupid, the fact that I can balance a book on my head has nothing to do with posture. I can do this just as well with my back slouched as much as possible.”

“Oh I know.” Joshua turned back to the girl and tapped the book with the pen in his hand, causing it to wobble. She tried her best to steady the book on her head but to no avail, it fell onto the tiled floor, taking the princess along with it. “I just do it cause you look like an idiot.”

The relationship between the two was what (y/n) treasured most. He was definitely her best friend --she insists it's by default due to him being the only person close to her age that she was able to interact with on a daily basis-- and they knew each other better than anyone else.

The girl took her time to get up, momentarily savouring the coldness of the tiles against her skin. She looked at her work from behind Joshua and watched as he marked the test he had given her.

“40/45. You lost marks for calling the system ‘a stupid mass of shit’ and labeling the council ‘a group of bored cunts’. I also took a mark off because of that very unflattering drawing of me you added on the back.” He held up the paper and she giggled at her picture of him squished under a fallen bookshelf.

“You can’t say I was wrong with my answers though.”

“I can and I did. The answers to this stuff isn’t what you think is right, it’s what your parents, the council and I think is right. And you’re way too old to be acting this way.”

“Well you’re way too young to be acting like you have a permanent stick up your ass.”

The council consisted of the 10 kings and queens who ruled the five major kingdoms of the land. It was formed years ago and due to the power each kingdom held together, they took it upon themselves to bring other smaller lands under their reign. That is where (y/n)’s kingdom fell, under the reign of the council.

It had been a dream of her parents that their land would one day be apart of the council but the only way to do that was if they were to take over new land through war to make their kingdom grow larger and more influential. There was another option that the princess never had to think about and that was marriage. If she were to marry one of the sons of council, she would automatically be taken into the high-class circle.

But the princess was set on ruling by herself. She loved her people and knew that no prince would ever see them how she did.

She sat in the palace gardens tending to the pansies that Hyosung, the palace gardener, had recommended she started with. They weren’t the prettiest things she had ever seen but she was ensured that ‘they were beginner flowers’ and she would eventually graduate to something that required medium expertise.

“Princess, if you keep watering those they’ll die.”

“It’s just that I forgot to water them yesterday and I’m trying to make up for that,” (y/n) explained, continuing to sprinkle water over her plants.

“Don’t overcompensate for your lack of love,” Hyosung said, walking over to take the watering can from the girl, “someone else will take care of them when you don’t.”

“That’s pretty deep for a couple of flowers,” the princess mumbled while rolling her eyes.

“What I’m saying is,” Hyosung paused, splashing some water on the girl in front of her, “I watered them when I noticed you hadn’t.”

“Do you ever get tired of your cryptic way of speaking?”

Hyosung shook her head and walked away to pack the tools back into the tool box, leaving the princess to stare down at her small flower patch. There were only 7 flowers currently growing but she saw them as a start to her own beautiful garden that she wouldn’t have to share with anyone.

As Hyosung returned from putting her tools away, she hurriedly bowed towards the princess and left the room, which was odd since it was rare that she would bow to (y/n). It wasn’t until the princess had turned around that she knew, it was because her parents had entered the greenhouse, wanting to talk to their daughter.

“Your Majesty! What matter has taken you off of your almighty thrones and brought you here to the lowly palace gardens?” (Y/n) spoke mockingly. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her parents, she loved them for a fact, but they were the reason she wanted to start her own garden within the royal greenhouse. They had told her ‘it is not a princesses duty to toil in the dirt’ which made her even more inclined to start gardening.

The king spoke her name in a warning tone, obviously not in a joking mood. Their daughter just smiled and walked up to them, giving each of them the tightest hug she could. Her mother giggled at her antics but her father’s scowl only grew.

“Is that how you greet a king and queen?” He asked rhetorically.

“Only if they’re my parents,” she answered with a wink.

“A small bow will be fine. It’s unbecoming of a young lady—“

“—So,” (y/n) exclaimed, cutting her father off, “Are you going to tell me why you guys are here or do I have to guess?”

The queen’s smile faltered a little and she looked over to her husband, signalling for him to speak up. If there was any bad news to be given to their daughter, the queen always looked to the king to give it.

He cleared his throat and spoke, giving his daughter, in his words, the ‘good news’. The princess blanked out for a bit. She heard the word ‘marriage’, ‘council’ and ‘crowned prince.’ It wasn’t until a minute later that she realised her mother was calling her name.

She blinked a few times, snapping herself out of her trance. “The crowned prince of one of the council kingdoms is getting married?”

Her mother hesitated, a bit confused as to where her daughter’s mind was at. “Well you’re not wrong, so I guess...”

“Well, congratulations to him!” She gave a wide smile and attempted to leave but the king had caught her wrist just as she walked by him.

“(Y/n), you’re not listening. We have been chosen out of the many kingdoms to wed our daughter to the crowned prince. You are marrying the prince.”

She snatched her wrist away and crossed her arms, her brows furrowed and a deep scowl on her face, almost mimicking her father’s seemingly permanent facial expression.

“No. I don’t want to.”

“This isn’t a matter of if you want to or not, it’s a matter of—“

“I said, I. Don’t. Want. To.”

The king raised his voice, speaking over his daughter, “You are to accompany us to their kingdom, meet the prince and you will marry him! Are we clear about that?”

Their glares challenged each other, waiting for the other to falter. It wasn’t until the princess’ gaze shifted to her mother’s pleading face that she yielded, accepting her fate. She stormed from the greenhouse, dragging her feet as she walked past her father causing dirt to kick up from the ground and soil his clean robes.

“So that’s it? You’re going to meet the prince and then marry him?” Joshua asked from his place at his desk. The girl was fuming when she stormed into his room and threw herself on his bed, screaming into the mattress in frustration.

“No. I take it I have a day or two at most before I leave, so before then, you and I will run away and start our own family somewhere far from here.” Her words were obviously a joke, to make light of the matter, but Josh believed that if she got really desperate, she would definitely use that plan as a last resort.

“Good plan, one problem, I really like living in a palace,” The man responded.

“Then let’s get married! And you can live in this palace, sitting by my side on the throne.” She sat up from his bed and looked him in the eye, waiting for his reaction. When he didn’t respond, she spoke again.

“Josh, this is me proposing to you.” He turned away from the girl, continuing to write on the piece of paper he had in front of him.

“Hong Joshua, hello! Will you do me the honours of not making me the most miserable woman in the world by becoming my groom?”

Just then, a crumpled up paper hit the princess square in the middle of her forehead. She rubbed her head looking at the guy who threw it for an explanation. Josh only gestured for her to open the letter which contained one word.

“I feel like I deserve more respect as a princess. Maybe a ‘no thank you’ would be more polite than a straight out ‘no’, don’t you think?” (y/n) crumpled up the paper and threw it back at the man, who laughed in response.

“My apologies your highness, I meant to say ‘As I am grateful and extremely flattered by your offer, I must give you my sincerest apologies as I choose to decline your request’. There, was that better?”

The princess nodded and gave the man a sarcastic thumbs up, before falling back on the bed and groaning in annoyance.

She needed to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

A few days after her parents’ announcement, the princess found herself walking into the Wen family’s royal palace, following closely behind her parents. It was far more extravagant than her own which was saying something considering that her parents sure had some flare. The guards all bowed as they walked. They were to meet the king and queen of the Wen Kingdom in the throne room.

As they entered, three thrones sat at the very end of the room, all occupied by a member of the royal family. The family radiated an aura of power which, she was definitely sure, intimidated her parents. The guard called out the introductions for the family and she could feel the Wens judging them. It wasn’t a problem for her though; to her they weren’t anything special, but for her parents, they were what they aspired to be. Influential leaders to all.

“King Wen, Queen Wen and Prince Junhui, it is a pleasure to meet you.” (Y/n)’s father spoke. Her parents bowed and motioned for her to do the same.

“She is a beautiful girl. She’ll make a fitting queen for my son.”

(Y/n) walked forward and gave her best and most proper bow. Her father smiled wide in pride, taken back from how proper she was acting, despite her unwillingness to come along on the trip.

“Actually, your majesty,” the princess started, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I travelled with my parents to formally tell you myself that as I am grateful and extremely flattered by your offer, I must give you my sincerest apologies as I choose to decline you and your family’s request for my hand in marriage.”

The room was silent and the jaws of everyone around her had dropped. It was until then her father tried to speak up to ease the tension only to be cut off by the sound of laughter from the Wens.

“You have raised a headstrong child. I like her, do you my dearest?” Queen Wen looked over at her husband and he nodded in approval.

“Well I don’t.” Junhui said, bringing all attention on him.

“It’s a mutual disagreement! A reason why this marriage wouldn’t work out!” (Y/n) tried.

Junhui’s mother held her hand up to her son as a signal for his silence. “She’ll be good for you. Hopefully she can knock some sense into your head.”

It was unbelievable to both children that despite the two having no positive feelings for the other, they were still planned to to wed.

“No no no, I’m a bad influence on everyone around me! I hate my people and, uh— I want to wage wars on the surrounding kingdoms!” The princess spoke, trying to find a way to end the marriage. She flinched at the feeling of a hand falling to her shoulder and squeezing it as a warning. She looked up to the disapproving look her father was giving her and gulped.

“That’s enough out of you,” the king then turned to the Wens to apologise.

“It’s fine. We wouldn’t want to force her into anything she didn’t want,”

That shocked her parents. (Y/n)’s smile was wide and she bowed gratefully to the couple in front of her.

The Queen then continued, “our only deal is, she stays with us. Just until her 21st birthday. If she chooses not to marry, we will allow that and if she does choose to marry our son, she will become the new heir to our kingdom.”

It wasn’t the most ideal situation for her to be in but it was definitely one that worked in her favour. At once, her parents signed the agreement and were off, back to their own palace, leaving their only daughter behind. They promised to send over her belongings that she would need for the coming months and that was that.

A personal guard was appointed to her to guide her around the palace and show her around but the princess was fond of exploring on her own. The only place she really needed to be escorted to was her own appointed bedroom.

Her sleeping quarters were nothing short of expectation. It was definitely built and decorated as she expected; filled with deep reds and gold, mimicking the overall feel of the palace. Although it was beautiful, it was very overwhelming. The room was far too large and extravagant for her as it juxtaposed her own back at her own place. Her room was small —or at least what a royal would consider small— and not as put together. It held character, her own character.

A knock sounded on the door and the queen entered. “Is the room presentable enough for you?” The queen asked, watching as the girl looked around.

“It’s very… red?” She replied, receiving a polite laugh in response.

“Red is a symbol of good luck and prosperity in our kingdom.”

The girl nodded along to the queen’s words and walked over to the giant mattress. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but…” (y/n) moved to the middle of the mattress to lie down, turning one way and then the other until she was facing the queen, “do you have anything smaller? Such a large room and bed make me feel as though there’s enough room for someone to creep in and watch me or join me in my bed.”

Then the queen burst out in the sweetest laughter, clearly amused by her request. As she calmed down, seeming to wipe some tears from her eyes, she called for one of the servants who waited outside of the room.

“Our girl here has read one too many horror stories. Ameliah, are you able to escort us to the guest room near the gardens?” The servant bowed and signalled for the two to follow. It was sort of surprising to hear the queen talk so politely to her servants. Usually at home, (y/n)’s parents would demand to be taken somewhere other than ask, they probably wouldn’t have remembered the name of their workers either.

“I’m sorry if it’s a little too small,” the queen chattered, “to be honest, the room we’re taking you to is usually given to the visiting family members of our guards but it’s the smallest room we have.”

They walked through the gardens and the princess took her time admiring their greenery. There were plants of all sorts that made her miss her own. She was thankful that her room would be near the gardens and out of the palace, ensuring that she would have less run ins with the prince.

The room was far less extravagant but definitely rivaled her own at home. It was larger than her own but not by too much. The colour of the room did stay true to the royal family’s taste but it was overall the best option she was given.

After a few ‘thank you’s and some small talk, the princess was finally on her own, planning on having some rest.

“It’s a stupid decision made by my parents,” Junhui’s sword clashed with another and was thrown back out of his grip. The prince quickly dodged another swing and rolled backwards to collect his weapon. Before he could do so, a blade was already at his throat, dangerously close to his jugular. His hands, a hair’s width away from gripping his sword, slowly moved up beside his head in a signal of surrender.

Minghao grinned in satisfaction and held his hand out to help Jun up. “Maybe next time you could use me for actual sparring practise instead of being your personal therapist,” Minghao mocked.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so good at listening to my problems.”

“I don’t get paid enough to be your personal guard and your personal shrink. Talk to you parents about giving me a raise and maybe next time I’ll pretend to be so immersed in your problems that I let you win.”

The two packed up their equipment, chatting about anything that came to mind until Minghao stopped mid speech. “Is that her?” He motioned to the gardens --which were attached to the training grounds-- with his head. The princess walked around inspecting the plants, touching the flower petals and smelling them. She looked totally entranced by them, not even noticing the two men watching her every move.

Jun scoffed and turned to pack his equipment away into his weapon shed.

“She seems sweet,” Minghao offered up. He knew Jun wanted nothing to do with the girl but there was no way Jun was going to get out of the marriage so it was better to get her onto his nice side as soon as possible.

“Don’t even try with me, dude. I don’t even want to think about this whole thing.”

“Well… I guess that sucks for you because here she comes.” Minghao gave him a pat on the back, a warm smile and a bow to the princess before taking his leave, allowing the two to be alone.

“Were you guys training?”

Jun rolled his eyes and looked at the girl before speaking sarcastically, “No, we were dancing with these dangerous weapons in our hands.”

“Well you might’ve been but the royal guard seemed to be taking it seriously, especially with how quick he unarmed you and got you to surrender.”

Jun finally had everything packed away and turned to inspect the girl. His eyes criticised everything about her from the way she wore her clothes to the way she stood. Her posture was in no way challenging and there was no hostility in the way she looked at him.

He gave (y/n) a glare but she didn’t even flinch. “What the hell do you think you’re doing talking to me. Do you not realise the situation we’re in? If my parents think we’re finally getting along then that’ll make them feel even more smug about the wedding.”

It was the princess’s turn to scoff at him, “I understand the situation very well. I’m living here for a month before I turn 21 and by then if I decide not to marry, which is what I want, then your parents won’t make us marry. I don’t see why we shouldn’t at least to try to get along in that time.”

“A month for you to make a decision? Are you stupid? Do you really think my parents will let you choose whether you get to marry me or not?” Jun started, hostility clear in his voice, “My parents aren’t idiots, (y/n), they know we both hate the idea of an arranged marriage. When this month is over, whether we like it or not, we are going to be forced into marriage and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

(Y/n) looked at him, shocked at his words. He then pushed past her and stomped away into the palace.

The princess was definitely screwed.

In a months time there were barely any interactions between the prince and the princess. Whenever they were to eat, they would have their meals with the king and queen. Other than that, the two stayed out of each other’s way.

It was the day before (y/n)’s Birthday and the final day of the Wen’s agreement. Jun’s words were a constant thought that flowed through the princess’s mind, more so as her birthday approached.

There was a light knock on her door and the Queen entered after a moment. Her smile was kind and there was no trace of malice in her person, making (y/n) rethink the prince’s words.

“You’re turning 21 tomorrow and we’ve decided to throw you a celebration.” The queen waited for a reaction but all (y/n) could give was a thank you and a weak smile.

“Are you worried about our arrangement?”

“Yeah, it’s just, I really don’t want to do this. I want to fall in love with someone naturally, you know? Not forced to love someone.” The queen gave a sympathetic smile and walked over to sit next to (y/n) on the bed.

“I was like you when I was younger. I read too many romance novels and I fell in love with the idea of falling in love, but as a princess, it’s very hard to go out of your way to actually find the one. For example, how many men have you met and gotten to know in your life?”

“One, my royal advisor.”

“Do you love him?”

“Well of course I do, but in the way that I would love a best friend. He is my best friend after all.”

The queen nodded and the sympathetic smile slid back onto her face. “See, you’ve met and created a connection with one guy up until now and you don’t even have any romantic feelings for him. Life is full of hit and misses and there’s no way of knowing if you’ll ever be able to find someone that you will truly love.”

It was a hard truth that the princess had to bare. No one had ever spoken so truthfully to her, not even her parents and now she wasn’t feeling the most confident.

The queen saw no sign of a response and continued.

“I’m not saying this to make you feel bad it’s just, I want to try and give you and my son the best option. Do you know why you were chosen out of all the kingdoms to wed my son?”

(Y/n) shook her head and looked to the queen for an answer.

“You are the best possible ruler. There is word from the people of your kingdom, they talk of how great you are. You are attentive to their problems, you know how to build a connection and you just have a genuine aura about you. I also know for a fact that you’re educated on how the council works and every kingdoms standing positions in and under the council.

“My son needs someone like that. He doesn’t have the best image to the public and he doesn’t have the right sense to be running a kingdom, but he is our only heir and we can’t change that. The only thing that we can do for the best of the kingdom and for the best of our son is find someone capable of guiding him into becoming someone better.”

Although peppered with compliments and words that would trigger the princess’ empathetic side, her stomach dropped at the realisation of the situation.

This is what Jun was talking about.

No matter what the princess said, no matter if she wanted this marriage or not, the queen would stop at nothing to unite the two. The idea that there was a determined, manipulative woman hidden behind the queen’s kind demeanor wasn’t so hard to believe at this point. It was like (y/n) could see past her facade and straight into the queen’s true self.

A moment later, after the process of realisation, (y/n) was able to stutter a response, “I do appreciate how highly you seem to think of me but I really don’t want to get married to your son. You know how against it we both are and I do have my own plans to marry someone of my choice. For now I want to focus on my position as the princess of my kingdom and help my own people.”

In a flash, the queen’s constant smile then pressed into a firm, thin line and her eyes hardened along with it. “You know, if you really had your kingdom’s best interests at heart, you would think about this marriage a little harder. Your kingdom is small, basically defenseless to the other larger ones. With this marriage, you will have not only made one ally, but the entire council.” As quick as it came, her harsh demeanour morphed back into her normal affectionate one.

It definitely sounded like a threat, part of her knew that it was a threat disguised to be some sort of advice or offering. The queen’s eyes wavered from their warm and sympathetic nature to something more fiery and determined.

“We could come upon an agreement where you and Jun are able to live separately in your own kingdoms and cater to your own people. With the exception of some monthly visits to check up on each other. It would basically be like... running your own kingdom.”

That was what appealed to the princess.

My dumb ass started a series. I always told myself I wouldn’t upload a series because (i hate to admit it) i’ve never finished one...,,.,,,. Hopefully you all enjoyed this introductory chapter because I know I enjoyed the 6 months it took me to type it up (a little joke but also not really)

I’ve started working on the next chapter and it’s almost ready to go up so thats good news i reckon

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