#woozi series

[rubyreduji]

eat your young | the games pt 4

tags: hunger games!au, fake dating, angst, fluff warnings: death, violence, blood, depictions of almost drowning, attempts at killing self, mentions of wanting to die [i think that's it? tell me if not] wc: 6.1k an: ahhhh this chapter is one of my favs fjsdklalfk, ALSO this is the last chapter i have fully written so this fic maybe on a hiatus until i finish the series lol just a heads up

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Jihoon is panicked.

He scrambles over to you and checks your pulse. It’s still there, but that doesn’t make you any more conscious. The pain in your leg must have taken you out after so much physical labor. Jihoon isn’t sure what to do, he’s not sure if there’s anything he can do.

Jihoon falls to the ground and lets himself cry. Tomorrow will be day thirteen of being in the arena. So far three of his allies have died and now you’re on the brink of it as well, and there’s nothing he can do. He can’t use survival skills like Seokmin, or think like Wonwoo, or heal like Hansol. He most definitely can’t fight like you do.

Jihoon looks down at you. You’ve given him everything. You’ve done nothing but protect him but now Jihoon wants you to stop. He doesn’t want your protection anymore, he just wants you to be okay. You’ve been through too much already in these games.

When Jihoon reaches down to touch your face, you nuzzle into his palm. Jihoon frowns. What’s going to happen to you? It’s down to the last six tributes and the careers are going to be hunting down the other three soon and Jihoon doesn’t know if he can hold them off.

For a moment, he wonders if he should just let them kill him. Let them kill the both of you and you two can go far away from here. You’ll meet up again in the afterlife and live peacefully there, together. That sounds nice. Nicer than having to stay in this arena. Nicer than you suffering anymore. Nicer than him going home without your hand in his.

Jihoon doesn’t want to win anymore. He doesn’t care what you think he can or can’t do. He doesn’t want to win if that means you die.

“Soonie,” Jihoon whispers. “What am I going to do?”

He needs Soonyoung to hear him and understand. He needs Soonyoung to fix this.

Jihoon doesn’t know when he fell asleep. He didn’t mean to but suddenly its morning and he’s opening his eyes.

“Morning Songbird.” Jihoon jumps. You’re awake. When Jihoon looks over at you, he sees you sitting against a tree, eating a roll. “Soonyoung sent a gift in the night. Woke up with a major headache and a parachute on my chest.”  

Jihoon sits up and looks into the container that is sitting by your leg. Inside is a feast of foods. Jihoon grabs a roll out for himself.

“I was hoping it was, you know, medicine, but I guess this will do. Not sure how much medicine will do for my leg anymore anyways.”

You’re still rambling on when Jihoon scoots up to you and cuddles into your side. That shuts you up. “I thought you were going to die.”

You let out a harsh laugh. “You can’t get rid of me that quickly Songbird.”

“Good! I don’t want to! I need you to stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me to the end?” Jihoon sits up and stares at your face. Last night was emotional turmoil for him and all he wants is for you to feel the same way he does.

You cup Jihoon’s face. “Of course Songbird.” You press a kiss to his temple and Jihoon sinks back down against you. He wants to stay here forever, wrapped in your arms.

If only the Gamemakers didn’t hate him.

The ground starts to rumble again, only this time it’s a lot more intense than all of the other times before. Jihoon shakily stands on his legs, but he can barely keep himself up.

“Ji,” you call out to him. “Fuck, Ji, they’re sinking this island. I don’t know if I can swim.”

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“It’s okay. We’ll be able to make it,” Jihoon says, and he thinks he may be convincing himself more than you.

They’re closer to the center of the island, so it will take a while for the water to get to them. Jihoon does his best to stay calm and collect all the supplies and pack it away. Jihoon can see the water starting to creep closer in the distance. You’re now standing, but your knee keeps buckling and you almost keep falling.

This wouldn’t be a problem if Jihoon himself could swim, but he can’t. He attaches everything to himself, the bag, his spear, and even your axe. Jihoon has never seen you look so helpless and he feels the same way inside. You’re standing with your walking stick, worrying your lip as you stare at the water.

“Don’t worry about me Ji,” you say. “We just have to go for it. I promise we’ll be okay. We have to be.”

You start to walk to the water and the shakiness of your body doesn’t make Jihoon feel any better. He still follows after you. You slowly ease into the water, using your walking stick to push you along where the ground can still be reached.

“People can swim with one leg you know,” you tell Jihoon as you further into the water. “There was an article about a guy from District 4 who could do it.”

There’s a pain in your face and Jihoon knows your leg is killing you already. The salt water probably doesn’t make it any better. Jihoon just hopes you don’t pass out again.

Jihoon’s not sure how far away the next island is. He can only swim so long and he’s sure the time is even shorter for you. You’re making your way for now though, as the island sinks around you guys. The pace is slow, but it seems like you are able to swim with just your one leg.

Jihoon’s own swimming skills are nothing to preen about but he can keep pace with you. How embarrassing is that? He can only keep swimming pace with someone who doesn’t have a working leg.

Jihoon can see the other island. It looks closer than the swim from the first island to the currently sinking one. It’s a slow pace, but you two are slowly making your way there. Your breathing is labored though, and it concerns Jihoon.

You two are almost there when suddenly you let out a cry of pain. You’ve stopped swimming. You’ve stopped swimming and your body is starting to sink and Jihoon doesn’t know what to do. He grabs for you, but he’s not that strong and you pull him down too.

Jihoon can’t see anything. It’s darkness and water and it’s getting in his throat and he can’t breathe, but he feels you against his fingers and he knows he has to save you. Jihoon’s flailing his legs, hoping that it will do something. He kicks and thrashes and he swears some miracle happens, maybe a wave?, because suddenly he can feel the ground under his feet and he keeps going. He drags your body with him until both of you can fall to the shore.

Jihoon coughs up water and some snot comes out with it. He’s drenched and his throat burns and he realizes there’s probably water in your lungs as well. He can’t tell if you’re conscious or not but he does his best to turn you over and he slaps your back until you cough up all the water. You flop back onto the ground, your breathing heavy and slow, but you’re alive.

“T-thank you,” you mutter to Jihoon. So you are awake. “Sorry about that.”

“Not your fault,” Jihoon mutters and flops down next to you, not caring that you two are out in the open. “We survived, didn’t we?”

Jihoon thinks he could fall asleep like this. Just laying on the edge of this island.

“Congratulations tributes, for being the last six remaining.” The voice makes Jihoon jump. It takes him a second to realize it’s an announcement. “There has been a rule change. Both tributes from the same district will be declares the winners, if they are the last two alive. I repeat, if the last two standing tributes are from the same district, they will both be declared the winners. Thank you, and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

Jihoon isn’t sure if he heard that right. Two winners?

It must be real because you squeeze Jihoon’s hand. “We’re going home Ji,” you whisper to him, and well, Jihoon’s never been religious, but in this moment, Kwon Soonyoung is his god.

The island is a mountain. Or several sets of small mountains. You and Jihoon probably spent half the day laying there on the shore before he decided you two need to find shelter. You’re glad Jihoon is taking control because you don’t think you can think right now.

Your body is hot and you have a headache and you’re so tired. Jihoon has to half drag you into the cave he found. Jihoon rolls the sleeping bag out for you and you fall down onto it, your leg happy to final be able to rest.

You can hear Jihoon tutting. When you look at him, he’s looking down at your leg.

“We gotta redress your leg,” he mutters.

“Redressing wounds is pretty intimate Ji,” you tease him. The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’re not really sure what you’re doing, but your mind is also a little too fuzzy to care.

“Not too intimate for me, I’m your boyfriend remember.” Oh, oh, Jihoon is gonna tease you back and that’s not good because now your head is swimming with thoughts of Jihoon as your boyfriend. You’re not sure when Jihoon decided to start getting bold but it’s messing with your head even more than the fever is and you find him so hot right now.

Luckily some of his charm wears off when he starts to take the bandages off and keeps trying not to gag. You’re honestly in the same boat. You were too out of it the first time to see the damage, but you have to admit, it’s fucking disgusting.

You’re sure it looked even worse after it just happened. The raw meat of your leg is still pink and visible, but it’s also covered in a layer of pus. You head spins at the sight.

“I uh, think it’s infected,” Jihoon mutters. “Are you feeling sick?”

“I’ve been half delirious since we got out of the water,” you mutter. Jihoon touches your forehead and pulls back with a frown when he feels how hot you are.

“Baby, you’re burning up.”

“Yeah, cause you’re so hot.” You try to wink at him. You’re not sure if it works.

“Shit, okay. I’m gonna try and clean this off and we’ll go from there. I’ll be back, I promise I’ll be safe. Just, don’t move.”

“Wait, wait, no, please don't go, please," you beg, latching onto Jihoon’s arm. You don’t want him to go. What if there’s something dangerous out there and you can’t save him. It would be safer to have him here, with you. That’s all you ever want, for Jihoon to stay by your side always.

"It will only be for a little bit. I really have to go baby. I promise I'll be back though." Jihoon smooths down your hair and you can tell your words pain his heart, just a bit.

"No, please, please Ji, please stay." You nuzzle your head into Jihoon’s hand, and you can tell he’s really contemplating staying.

"Shhh, baby, I won't leave, okay. I'm staying right here, don't worry." Jihoon leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and that calms you. Jihoon is staying with you. He’s staying with you and you’re never letting him leave.

“Can you sing to me?” You ask him. He’s sitting above your head and you think he looks like an angel right now, even through all of the dirt and grime.

“Yeah, yeah, I can sing to you,” Jihoon whispers. He scoots closer to you and starts to sing a song you’ve never heard him sing before. It’s pretty though and you close your eyes, at peace knowing Jihoon is with you.

At some point, you drift off to sleep.

When you wake up, your head feels clear and your leg feels better and your body is back to a somewhat normal temperature. You try to sit up, but there’s a weight on your chest and when you look it’s Jihoon’s head. You must have accidently roused him when you tried to sit up and Jihoon blinks awake.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry Songbird,” you mutter. You look down at your leg. New bandages. “You fucking liar.”

Jihoon laughs. “Anything to keep you alive.”

“Thank you,” you tell him.

“Yeah, I found a creek close by. The water is clean, but I mixed some iodine in with it anyways and poured it all over your leg. Super gross, but it’s okay because I’m a good boyfriend.” There’s that word again. Even when you’re not out of your mind, it does things to you. “I used the rest of the salve on it and then redressed it. Soonyoung then sent some injection to help with the infection.”

You’re a bit surprised Soonyoung sent something after the parachute he sent last night, but you guess that Capitol citizens like you and Jihoon. That or Soonyoung is working his ass out there, keeping up his end of the deal. Speaking of your deal with Soonyoung.

“So, the rule change. We can make it out of here.”

“I know,” Jihoon says. “So let’s do our best to stay alive.”

“There’s only one other district couple, right? The uh, District 2 boys. Jeonghan and Seungcheol.” You glare as you say their names. They’ll be the most difficult to get rid of.

“Do you think they’ll take out Mingyu?”

“The District 4 boy?” Jihoon nods. “I wouldn’t put it past them. If there’s only six of us left and he’s keeping them from winning, who knows what they’ll do.”

“All we can do is hide out here until it comes time,” Jihoon says.

You sigh. It’s going to be boring. But you guess boring is better than fighting for your life.

Things could honestly be worse. You’ve been given medicine, you have shelter, there’s food and water, and you and Jihoon can both go home.

The next couple days are plain. You’re sure the Gamemakers are gonna get antsy and all you can hope for is that the careers either take each other out or the other tribute left. You think that’s horrible, wishing for someone else to die, but it’s what has to be done to save you and Jihoon.

“Tell me a secret,” Jihoon says out of nowhere and you raise an eyebrow at him. You two have been laying low in the cave and Jihoon rarely leaves unless it’s for water. You want to get up and leave too, but you also understand you need to rest.

“A secret?”

“Yeah. You don’t want to share you secrets with me Y/N-ah?” There’s that flirty tinge to his voice and you have to look away from him.

You think about it for a moment. What do you want to tell Jihoon. “I’ve…never been kissed before. Isn’t that kind of sad? I’ve killed someone before I’ve even had my first kiss.”

“I can change that.” The words seem to slip out of Jihoon’s mouth before he realizes what he’s saying.

“O-oh?”

“Sorry, I just thought-”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, only if you want to though.” You don’t know if Jihoon’s playing things up for the camera, he feels bad for you, or he actually does want to kiss you. Just this once you let yourself give in to delusions and believe it’s the last option.

“I want to.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your voices are at whispers as Jihoon scoots closer to you. He hesitates for a moment before finally cupping your face softly and pulling you into him. His lips are chapped, but they feel nice. He presses up firmly against you, but there's still a tenderness to it.

You decide that you like this. You like kissing. You like being held by Jihoon. You like it all. You don't want the moment to fade but then Jihoon is pulling away from you and looking at you expectingly.

"Was that okay?"

"Yeah. It was...it was perfect," you tell him, and you think to yourself that you might be in love with Lee Jihoon.

Something that has yet to cease to amaze Jihoon is the way that you still smell like wood, smell like home, even through all the events you've been through since departing from District 7. Through Capitol soap scrubs and sea water and sweat and blood, the smell of wood is still ingrained into your skin and Jihoon thinks it might be the only reason he's able to fall asleep at night anymore. That and your arms wrapped around him.

He kissed you earlier. He kissed you earlier and you said it was perfect. You're both gross and dirty and bloody and Jihoon kissed you for the first time ever and you told him it was perfect.

He wants to do it again. He wants to keep kissing you and kissing you and never stop.

“Ji?” Your hands play with his hair as you two lay in the cave.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For saving me.”

Jihoon laughs. “Me saving you? You’ve saved me more times than I can count.”

“I think my leg would have taken me out by now if it wasn’t for you. Especially while were swimming.”

“Maybe that’s our thing,” Jihoon says. There’s a warmth in his heart and he knows it’s cheesy but you really do make his heart sing. “Saving each other.”

“Yeah, I think it is.”

You two are quiet for a moment and Jihoon enjoys the way he can hear your heartbeat through your chest and the soft breaths you let out. You’re both snuggled in the sleeping bag together, waiting for sleep to take you both over.

Jihoon is just starting to feel sleepy when you speak up. “What do you think is going to happen when we get back to District 7?”

Jihoon doesn’t know if you mean in general, or specifically between you two. Jihoon answers for the latter. “We keep being us. We’ll be neighbors then, you know. I’ll see you every day if you want. I’ll sit and write music, and you can woodwork. We’ll still take walks together, if you want to.”

“Of course I do. I want to do everything with you, Ji.”

Jihoon’s heart twists. One thing Jihoon wasn’t expecting when he came up with his genius fake dating ploy was the fact he would have to pretend to fake date you, and somehow along the way he may have fallen in love with you for real.

I want to do everything with you, Ji. Jihoon wants to as well, but for real. He wants to hold your hand and kiss you and spend his days with you as your boyfriend. Your real boyfriend.

He desperately hopes you feel the same way.

Jihoon knows that if you don’t, it’s his fault. It was his stupid idea to fake date. It’s not your fault he actually fell for you.

“You know, when you first asked me out, I couldn’t believe it,” you tell Jihoon.

Oh?

Ah, you must be playing up for the camera. That’s smart. Jihoon’s gotten so caught up in just being with you, he forgot you two are technically putting on a show.

“You’ve always kind of interested me. I’d notice you in school sometimes and you already know how I feel about your music. It was like ‘wow, he actually knows who I am’. Of course we’ve interacted before, but I never thought you’d look at me in that way.”

“What do you mean? You’re literally L/N Y/N. You’re the biggest charmer in District 7, everyone loves you. It would be difficult not to fall for you. I’m just shocked no one else was vying for your heart when I asked you out. They’re missing out. I am truly a lucky man.” Jihoon means what he says. He’s surprised you don’t have more people falling at your feet to go out with you. It’s their loss though, because even if it’s fake, you’re the best partner Jihoon could ever ask for.

“The biggest charmer in District 7,” you scoff. “That’s quite a title Ji.”

“I’m not lying! You couldn’t believe I’d looked at you that way, but I’ve been looking at you like that for years. You’re so strong and confident and charismatic. Not to even mention all of your skills. I swear I used to go to the market on Fridays just to sit and watch you sell your goods. In the third to end booth, next to Joshua.”

You let out a bit of a laugh. “You have to be kidding. There’s no way that you were watching me when every time we were in the same room together, I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of you.”

“It’s true. Just like everyone else in District 7, I’m enamored with you.”

“Enamored? Now that’s pushing it.”

“The people adore you, you can’t deny it. You’re everyone’s favorite, while they think I’m crazy. You know, I think I should be the one surprised you even wanted to date me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Look at you Ji, you’re perfect.”

Perfect. You called Jihoon perfect. The same way you told him his kiss was perfect. For claiming you were going to get Jihoon out of the arena alive, you’re doing a pretty good job at trying to kill him.

“I promise you Y/N, there’s people out there far more perfect than I am.”

“Not to me there aren’t. I don’t want anyone else but you Jihoon. My perfect little Songbird.”

Jihoon sits up from where his head is resting on your chest and he stares at you. You stare back. Jihoon can’t read your expression, but something in your eyes are telling him that you’re not lying. Your eyes flicker over his face before looking back at his eyes.

Jihoon’s not sure which of you lean in first, but soon his hand is cupping your face and you’ve got your hands hooked around the back of his neck. Your lips slot together perfectly against Jihoon’s and he tells himself it’s a sign.

You and Jihoon spend the rest of the night like that. Bodies tangled up, lips locked together. Even if it’s not real, Jihoon doesn’t care. Whatever happens after you two leave the arena will happen, but he has you for now, and he’s going to make the most of it.

Within the next day another cannon sounds and another island sinks. That means the only people left are you two, and the three careers. You and Jihoon inhabit the last standing island other than the one the Cornucopia sits on. Your island will be sinking soon.

The bright side of things is that your leg is doing a lot better. It’s still not doing great, but it’s the best it’s been since you initially got hurt. Enough to the point you’ll probably be able to swim if needed.

Things are coming to end. All you need to do is make sure you two are the last ones standing. Even if you are hanging on by a thread, the Capitol will fix you up and you two can go back home.

You’re a bit sad to think about going back home though. Not that you don’t miss being or that you want to stay in the games any longer, but you know that going back home means that there will be no more you and Jihoon. The thought upsets you more than you thought it would. You’ve gotten used to his presence next to you at all times and you’re afraid that once you two get back to District 7, everything will change.

A part of you wants to ask out Jihoon for real, but you’re afraid he’ll tell you no. You know that Jihoon is doing it all as a survival tactic, but you can’t help but wish it was real. You want to be able to kiss him even when you’re not being watched by all of Panem.

Maybe it’s stupid but you really are going to miss sleeping next to Jihoon every night. You’re pretty sure his presence is now an essential thing to getting you to sleep well at night.

 “Y/N,” Jihoon addresses you as you two ready yourselves. You’ve decided to go confront the careers head on. No use in waiting any longer. “Promise me that no matter what, we go home together.”

You’re not sure if anyone else would pick up on what he means, but you understand him. You always have. He’s asking you not to sacrifice yourself for him if the situation would arise. Soonyoung once told you that you’re important too. Jihoon must think so as well.

You move towards Jihoon. “We go home together,” you assure him. You lean in and capture his lips against yours. It’s only for a second, but it gives you the strength you need.

Your leg is still giving you trouble but you’re able to get down to the shore and into the water easily. The only thing on either of you are your weapons, hoping things will come to an end after this fight. The swim isn’t too far but it’s still slow and you hope the careers don’t see or hear you coming. If Mingyu catches sight of you two, you’re done for.

You were ready to start fighting as soon as you stepped foot on the Cornucopia island, but when you and Jihoon approach the shore, it seems the careers are in a fight of their own. You and Jihoon are positioned at the tail of the Cornucopia, out of sight of them.

You step out to try and get a bit of a better look. Laying on the ground is Jeonghan. He looks…well he looks half dead. He’s probably not too far off from it, from the way Seungcheol and Mingyu are engaged in a fight. Seungcheol looks mad as he swings his sword at Mingyu.

“What is wrong with you? You’ve ruined everything!” Seungcheol grows as he lunges at Mingyu.

Oh. Mingyu must have attacked Jeonghan.

“I’m going to win. It doesn’t matter if he’s alive or not, because I’m going to be last one standing!” Mingyu shouts back. He’s wielding a trident expertly as he blocks Seungcheol’s attempts to attack him. “You two were going to kill me anyways. I was just able to strike before you were.”

Mingyu hooks his trident around Seungcheol’s sword and tosses it out of Seungcheol’s hand. You watch as Mingyu thrusts his trident as Seungcheol, aiming straight for his chest. You hold your breath in anticipation for the impact, but it never comes. Seungcheol reaches out and grasps the trident. Stopping it from impaling him.

With a grip on the prongs, Seungcheol twists the trident, releasing it from Mingyu’s grasp. He looks like he’s about to toss it just like his sword was, but decides last second to wield it as his own weapon. He charges at Mingyu, but Mingyu dodges the attack, moving to the side. It’s apparent Seungcheol isn’t as experienced with the weapon. Mingyu grabs the handle of the trident and the two both fight over it, tugging it towards themselves only to have the other one tug it away.

Just like Seungcheol’s sword, the trident goes flying in the air and off to the side, out of reach of either boy. Neither make a move to grab it, instead going straight for each other in a physical fight.

Your body slightly shields Jihoon’s and you know he doesn’t have a good view of what’s happening. You’re sure he gets the idea from all of the yelling happening though.

A cannon booms and you gasp softly. You look at the boys but they’re both still standing, you suddenly remember Jeonghan was laying on the ground earlier. Seungcheol must realize what you do as he quickly disengages with Mingyu and runs over to where the other boy’s body lays.

Seungcheol kneels down next to Jeonghan. He gently reaches out, touching Jeonghan’s lifeless form. When Jeonghan doesn’t respond, the rage in Seungcheol’s eyes doubles. Mingyu, who was also a bit stunned from the passing of Jeonghan, quickly recovers, approaching Seungcheol at a rapid speed.

Mingyu runs up to Seungcheol before grabbing the boy by his neck, throwing him to the ground. Mingyu climbs on top of Seungcheol and sends his fist right into Seungcheol’s nose. Seungcheol grabs at Mingyu’s arms and rolls the two over so he’s on top. Mingyu doesn’t let this happen easily though, fighting back. The two boys roll around on the ground, wrestling for the offensive position.

Seungcheol finally dominates Mingyu and slams his head against the ground. Mingyu deftly reaches up for Seungcheol’s neck, grabbing him there forcefully just like he did to Jihoon. Seungcheol struggles in Mingyu’s grip, but is able to reach for a rock close to Mingyu’s head. You wince as Seungcheol slams the rock down on Mingyu’s skull. When he pulls it back, red is splattered all over the gray stone. Seungcheol repeats the action, again, and again, and again, until the cannon goes off. Mingyu’s arms fall limp to his sides and Seungcheol lets the rock drop to the ground.

The District 2 boy is crying now. His chest is heaving as he slowly climbs off Mingyu. His hands are covered in Mingyu’s blood and his own nose is bleeding from where Mingyu decked him. He looks like a wild animal with his bloodshot, bugged out eyes and dirt covered skin. You’re sure that you don’t look too far off yourself.

Seungcheol looks around frantically and that’s when he finally spots where you and Jihoon are standing. The sight of you two ignites another fire in him and he quickly retrieves his sword before charging at you and Jihoon.

You shove Jihoon back as you lift your axe. Your blades hit against each other, and as used to swinging your axe as you are, it’s clear that Seungcheol’s combat skills are miles ahead of yours. You do your best to just stay standing on your leg as you block all of Seungcheol’s hits.

Seungcheol backs off of you and you two stand there, staring at each other, weapons still drawn.

“You killed Hansol,” you say, finally breaking the silence.

“Does it matter? He was going to die anyways. We can’t all win.”

“No, we can’t, but Jihoon and I can.”

“No,” Seungcheol growls. “If I can’t have my district partner, then neither can you.”

You swing your axe at Seungcheol, but he dodges the attack and runs straight at Jihoon.

No. No.

He can’t have Jihoon.

You bound after him. Jihoon backs up until his back hits the Cornucopia. There’s nowhere else for him to go. Seungcheol is right up on him, his sword raised. You lift your axe to throw at him, but you realize you risk hitting Jihoon if you miss.

Right before Seungcheol lowers his sword down on Jihoon you throw your axe low, hitting Seungcheol right in the back of the thigh. Seungcheol’s leg buckles, dropping his sword as he does. Seungcheol plucks your axe out of his leg before grabbing his swords. His focus all on you again.

You’re defenseless now though as Seungcheol approaches you. He’s limping a bit, but then again, so are you. You do your best to dodge each of Seungcheol’s attacks. You back up, evading him as best as you can, until your heel catches on a rock and you go tumbling down, your back slamming into the ground.

Seungcheol shoots you a wicked grin as he swipes his sword through the air, slicing right through your good leg. Pain shoots through your whole body and you scream out in agony. You won’t be able to walk after this.

You have to kill Seungcheol. It doesn’t matter if you die as well, but you can’t leave him with Jihoon.

There’s not much you can do though as you watch Seungcheol raise his sword, ready to plunge it right into your heart.

You brace yourself, ready to accept your fate, when suddenly you hear a sickening squelching sound. Seungcheol’s eyes widen as he grabs at his heart. It only takes two more seconds for his body to fall to the ground and for a cannon to sound.

Standing above his body is Jihoon, the other boy’s spear dripping blood. He looks terrified and you can’t tell if it’s because he just killed Seungcheol or because of the state Seungcheol left you in. Maybe both. His hands are shaking as he drops his spear and falls to his knees. He quickly wraps his jacket around your leg, trying to stop the blood flow. He then moves up to your head.

His hands are warm as they cup your face. It almost takes your attention away from the pain in your leg.

“Don’t worry baby, it’s okay,” he whispers to you. “It can be fixed. We’re both alive and your leg can be fixed and we’re both going home.”

“Attention to the final remaining tributes. The earlier revision to the rules have been revoked. After an examination of the rule book it has been discovered only one winner of the Hunger Games may be crowned winner. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

You can’t think. Your head feels light from the loss of blood and your leg is throbbing and Jihoon’s caressing your face and it’s all so suffocating that you can barely process the words that are said over the speakers.

Jihoon reacts before you do.

“No! No. You can’t do that!” Jihoon’s screaming at the sky. “We have to- we both have to go home. Together.”

Only one of you can win. You should have known. When would the Gamemakers ever let both of you survive. Mingyu was right. It didn’t matter if Jeonghan died or not. The whole situation is fucked up. It doesn’t matter who dies to them, they just want their winner.

Your body sinks further into the ground.

“Wait, no, baby, please stay with me,” Jihoon begs.

“We both can’t win Ji,” you mumble.

“Do not give up on me. We made a promise.” Jihoon’s hands grip your neck and he presses his forehead to yours. You reach up to touch his face.

"It was always going to be you. I was only here to protect you. I've done my job. Go and be great." You rub your thumb over his cheek.

"No, no, they said we could both win so I'm not leaving this arena without you," Jihoon protests.

"It can't be anymore. This is your time." You lift your head a bit and press your lips against his. Jihoon accepts, kissing you back. He pulls you closer, taking his time soaking up every bit of you that he can.

When you pull away, Jihoon has tears in his eyes. "Please don't leave me."

"You have something to do. Honor me, honor all of us."

"I'm not kidding Y/N, I'm not leaving this arena without you."

"You have to win."

“You promised me we go home together.”

“They need their winner. That’s you.”

“No, no they don’t. It’s all or nothing.” Jihoon suddenly sits up. “Trust me, okay?"

You’re not sure what Jihoon has planned but you can’t help but scream as Jihoon grabs his spear and plunges it right through his own stomach. You reach out for him and Jihoon falls to the ground right next to you.

What the fuck?

You feel Jihoon’s hand grab yours. He’s shaking. Or maybe it’s you shaking. You can’t really tell. He squeezes your hand tightly and you squeeze back. You can feel your body shutting down.

You want Jihoon to live, but maybe this is just as good enough of a fuck you to the Capitol as you can get.

Your heartbeat is slow and just as you close your eyes you hear the speakers crackle to life again.

In a bit of a panicked voice, you hear the announcer say, “Citizens of Panem, I present to you your victors, Lee Jihoon and L/N Y/N! The tributes of District 7!”

Oh. That’s nice. You both get to live.

That’s all you can think of before you succumb to the darkness.

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[suhnshinehaos]

NO REGRETS | l. jihoon

synopsis : the one where you and your college band reunite for the ten year anniversary of your debut album pairing : woozi x gn!reader genre/s : mini smau, band au, angst, maybe some fluff who knows taglist? send me an ask or reply to this post :)

inspired by : fleetwood mac’s silver springs

part one | part two | part three

from reese, with love <3

my current series are all fluff, time to add some angst to the mix hehe will this have a happy ending? will this have a second lead? i don’t know and you don’t know hahaha anyways thank you for reading! as always, i would love to know what you think. all your replies/asks/rbs are much appreciated! hope you’re doing well and taking care!

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[sluttywoozi]

Lee Jihoon

Golden, Like Daylight

Your relationship with Jihoon formed over little moments, and it changes during a little moment that doesn't stay so little.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~8.0k

Paper Rings | Lover

The Short Cut

You knew you shouldn’t have taken the shortcut. It had seemed so enticing, making it to your grandma’s house in half the time, but now you worry you won’t make it there at all, not if the menacing crunch of leaves behind you is what you think it is.

Rating: T | Word Count: ~1.0k

Be The One

It's been three years, and Jihoon can't pretend he's not in love with you anymore. He doesn't care that you’re taller than him, or that his friends all rag on him for being shorter than you. Jihoon knows he could be the one for you.

Rating: T | Word Count: ~3.0k

Over And Under

Here’s how it usually goes between the three of you - Jihoon calls the shots, you half listen, and Soonyoung happily plays along. 

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.4k

Already

It’s Jihoon’s birthday, and for the first time in four years, you have nothing planned. 

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.3k

Like A Melody

Jihoon has fucked you in his studio before, but never like this.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.9k

Interlude No. 2

There's just something about waking up to Jihoon hard against you at 3 AM.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.9k

Disconnected

It's been three weeks since Jihoon spoke to you for longer than a few minutes, since he came to bed before you were asleep, since he looked you in the eyes and told you he loved you. 

You know he does, of course, but you haven’t felt any evidence of it lately. 

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.0k

Somewhere In The Middle

You and Jihoon started as roommates and naturally became best friends. After a breakup and a little too much wine, you become best friends who kiss, but there's no danger there... right?

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~9.7k

A New Rhythm

Yoongi has a soft spot for his protege, Jihoon, but you never thought it would extend to sharing you. Not until he tells you Jihoon is a virgin and asks if you'd like the be the one to change that.

You can't say you're opposed to the idea.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.8k | Pairing: myg x f!reader x ljh

The Hair Tie Test

Jihoon didn't mean to classically condition you to get wet every time he puts his hair up, but he can't say he minds the result.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.5k

Kinktober Day 17 - Spectrophilia (ghost kink) with Woozi

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.6k

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[etherealyoungk]

━☆ first kiss with seventeen: woozi

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pairing: woozi x reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

wordcount: 550

you're curled in on the couch, earphones plugged in as you listen to woozi's new song - a demo of it. woozi sits next to you as he keenly watches you while you listen, nervous but also sightly excited. he always loved hearing your thoughts on his songs and lyrics.

he watches as you gently bop your head to the music and there's a small smile across your face. if he had to be honest, he was nervous about showing you this song, because it was about you. during the months he was away on tour, he found himself missing you a little too much. so he picked up a pen and started writing, about you.

he thought it might be too cheesy to write a song about you but he couldn't help himself and he was proud of the outcome. it was only when he wanted you to hear it for the first time, he realized how nervous he actually was.

the song finishes and you pull out the earphones, smiling as you look at woozi. "that was amazing", you tell him, and he smiles in relief. "im going to take a wild guess that this song is about the love of your life?", you prompt, teasing him and he smiles to himself. "to my one and only", he tells and you chuckle.

"but you know, i really liked this one line "and we kissed under the moonlight", you start. he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. "but we've never actually kissed...yet", you tell softly and you can see the way his ears turn read upon your comment. you think it's cute how easily shy he gets.

"maybe we could change that?", you prompt, scooting closer to him. "y-yeah we could", he replies, looking back at you. "can i kiss you?", you ask him and it takes him few seconds before registers what you said.

"i'm the one who's supposed to say that!", he counters. "says who", you counter, leaning forward. "and you didn't answer my question", you tell, intertwining you hand in his.

"yes, you can kiss me", he replies softly and that's all you need to close the gap between you both. your lips press softly against his and your hand immediately comes up to cup your cheek as he softly kisses you back.

you pull away and look at him, giving him a soft and sweet smile. "we should kiss under the moonlight for real next time", you tell softly and he smiles, pulling you closer. "we should", he replies and you kiss him again. he'd kiss you with a sweet sort of passion and kiss you sweetly.

he pulls away and pulls you in for a hug, engulfing you in his arms. "thank you for writing a song about me", you tell before sitting up so you can look at his face again.

"you're going to write a song about this moment right", you prompt, knowing woozi a little too well. "read my mind already", he tells, pecking your cheek. he proceeds to show you another song he worked on and looks at you with the most loving eyes as he watches you listen to his music, his emotions, and his feelings. it really made him the happiest person on the planet and you were everything to him.

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[miabebe]

Where you're convenient (I)

Scenario - Yes it was circumstances that forced these arrangements but why was it that at the breaking point of this relationship, all you want to do is hold on to it? 

Pairing - Husband! Joshua × reader

Word Count - 6.5K (These are getting ridiculously long now, apologies)

Warnings - Fingering, protected sex, oral (male recieving), cum swallowing

A/n -  This was supposed to have all 3 stories but clearly I went overboard with just 1. There other 2 will be released as part 2 (Dk) and 3(Woozi)!

When Joshua brought a girl home tonight, he wasn't expecting you to be there. When their tongues clashed in a frenzy as she clambered into his lap on the couch, he wasn't expecting to hear your soft sobs from the kitchen. And when she began stripping out of her little black dress, he definitely wasn't expecting you to walk out, dressed in just his shirt, with a tub of ice cream in your hand.

The situation concluded with 3 sets of screaming - first was yours in utter surprise, next was the other woman's in anger and the third was his own, in pain. I mean, what else was he expecting the reaction to be when he introduced you as his wife. Of course the other woman went ballistic and threw whatever was in her arms reach straight at him. Thank god the whole ordeal finished in about 15 minutes with minimal damage.

When Joshua turned to you however, your tear stained cheeks were flushed red. As he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, unable to hold it in anymore, you burst out laughing. Even if it was at the expense of his embarrassment, at least you weren't crying anymore and for Joshua, that was a win.

As he picked up the scattered things around the house, he watched the smile slowly fade off your face. Not wanting to see you slip back into your misery, Joshua decided to drag you into his own with a recount of what actually happened today. He was supposed to go on a date, to meet a friend of a friend who had expressed her interest in him for a long time now, despite knowing the unusual arrangement between you two. He had finally decided to put behind his series of meaningless hook ups and give serious dating a shot, so he dressed up, chose a restaurant, set a time and was waiting for her at the bar.

But apparently, though he was willing to leave behind his philandering days, they weren't willing to let him go. Barely minutes after he got there, he was approached by another woman (aka the one who just nearly took his head off) and she began asking him a few questions. Now, maybe Joshua should have answered her briefly sent her on her way, or atleast told her the seat next to him was reserved for someone, or at most, removed her hand from his thigh a fraction of a second earlier, so his sweet date of the night would not have walked into the restaurant to see another woman cozying up to him.

And that was the end of his date before it even started - no matter how much he tried, she wouldn't pick his calls or even answer his texts. Giving up on his original plan of the night, Joshua had decided to go home when the lady before him offered just the same - a dinner and a conversation. Honestly, Joshua didn't see the harm - either ways he had to eat and the woman before him seemed capable of a decent discussion.

That was until she decided to let her actions do the talking instead, her foot slowly running up and down his legs, the neckline of her dress somehow slipping lower and lower, and her doe like eyes slowly morphing into sirens. When she excused herself to the bathroom, with a not so subtle follow me gesture, Joshua panicked and pulled her out of the restaurant instead, straight into his car. Cardinal mistake number two - maybe at that point, since it was evident they were headed to his house, he should have told her about you, but there was not a lot much talking he could do, even though it was not his mouth that was busy-

At this point, you covered your ears, loudly refusing to hear any further, as you walked back into the kitchen, missing the amused smile on Joshua's face. He leaned against the entrance, watching you scouring the cupboards for something, his guess was chocolate syrup because you liked pouring it all over your ice cream, especially if it was vanilla. That must mean the pint of strawberry is over beacuse there was no way you'd pick vanilla if the strawberry was right there. Joshua made a mental note to buy another pint the next time he went to the supermart.

As he predicted, he watched you drizzle the chocolate excessively and throw in a bunch of m&ms too. Okay, things were definitely a lot worse than they seemed. When you finally sat, sliding yourself onto the kitchen island, Joshua asked you what you're doing at home. You confessed your date stood you up. You had been talking to this guy for almost a month now and you really did like him - enough to be excited for the date, to buy a new dress, spend hours getting ready, only for him to not turn up to pick you up.

Joshua shook his head annoyed, just as a fat tear dropped down your cheek. You looked so much like the first time he saw you and that was almost a year ago. A year, 3 months and 14 days to be precise, when he found sitting outside the lawyers office, eyes filled with tears, head hung low, sobs echoing in the silence.

Being the gentleman he was, he handed you a packet of tissues and asked if you were okay. You seemed guarded initially, nodding your head at first, then slowly shaking it. You were new to the city - a runaway from home because your family didn't approve of your relationship with your long distance boyfriend. After months of planning, you found a great job here, waited for the perfect moment to escape home, flew across the seven seas only to find your skunk of a boyfriend cheating on you. Now neither could you go back to the home you left behind, nor could you stay in this country without a visa, which you were supposed to acquire after marrying him.

Though Joshua hated his job, he knew that being in human resources and dealing with employment contacts day in and day out, he could perhaps help you get a work visa instead. Maybe if he did you this favour, the universe would do him one too and God knew he badly needed one, so he offered to take you out for lunch, promising to go through your contract and see what he could do. Sadly, as lunch progressed it became more and more evident that there was nothing he or you could do. The clauses clearly stated that the job was only for a long term resident or a citizen since the company was at it's limit to sponsor a work permit.

He watched as your face fell, and you spoke about how much you loved that job and how this was your dream. Sympathising, Joshua told you how he too was so close to losing his dream. He always wanted to quit his pathetic corporate job and start his own business but despite having the most excellent ideas and strategies, he never managed to accumulate the necessary capital.

When his grandfather passed away recently and left him an inheritance, he thought maybe he had finally gotten a way out but apparently there was a roadblock even there. The will clearly stated that he was only eligible to receive his share a whole year after his legal and certified marriage - one last ploy by his grandfather to make sure his only grandson got married and continued the family lineage.

Laughing, you noted it was funny how on a random Tuesday, two people who desperately needed to be married ended up meeting over a pair of tissues and a lunch, like the universe had played a brilliant cosmic joke.

No sooner than the words had been spoken, the both of you shared a very obvious look of realisation. This wasn't a joke, it was a solution, right there, clear as day.

It took about 5 minutes of silence, 50 different emotions and 500 various possibilities running in both heads before Joshua finally spoke up, leading to the fastest known proposal in the history of mankind. And surprisingly, and thankfully, an even faster acceptance. Joshua wasn't sure why you trusted him enough to say yes or even why he trusted you enough to ask but I guess that's just how desperation works.

Within a week, standing outside a courthouse, the two of you got married and by that evening you were moving into his house. While you needed to be married for just a few weeks to get through all the visa formalities, Joshua needed you to be his wife for a whole year so you asked for something else in exchange - to be his roommate, free of rent, for as long as he needed you to be married to him. Though Joshua thoroughly hated the idea of sharing his space with someone, a stranger moreover, he agreed if it meant he could get his hands on that money.

Living with you wasn't really that hard. You were at work for much longer hours than him and even if you were at home, you mostly kept to your room. You were neat when you used common spaces, chipped in for groceries and utilities and were agreeable for the most part. Of course there were some habits of yours that did bothered him, like the 500 alarms you kept to wake up every morning, the fact that you never washed your coffee cup and that for some reason, you never put your shoes on the shoe rack.

Eventually, with time, Joshua got used to both your habits and your presence. Though you weren't friends yet, the two of you went from being courteous and polite to being friendly, getting take out together from time to time, watching movies on rainy days when you were stuck in the house together. It was a symbiotic bond - he'd help you out sometimes, picking you up after work on days when it was too late to catch the train and you'd help him out sometimes, accompanying him to his family gatherings to appease his many many nosy relatives.

Joshua liked to think of the specific moment that the both you became friends as the night he came home to you crying. He knew you weren't back with your ex but as much as he disapproved of it, you had been meeting him frequently. He watched you, over the last many months, some days happy as a lark, and on some whisking away a tub of ice cream into your room followed by the sounds of sobbing. Joshua wanted to tell you to break out of this unhealthy cycle but it wasn't really his place to say anything so he did all he could from the sidelines - making sure you ate on time, that you had enough coffee after your sleepless nights (in a clean, washed cup) and that you were not always wallowing away in your sorrows.

That night when Joshua saw you sitting in crying on the couch, he thought something was wrong but it turned out, for the first time, everything went right. You had finally ended things - you had finally removed that horrible man from your life and had decided to move on. As the two of you sat and brutally cut up a the pictures of your ex together, somehow a friendship was born.

Even though it had been years, Joshua hadn't managed to move on. He hadn't managed to heal from his college girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend and instead resorted to the life of a loner who seeked occasional hookups, nothing lasting, nothing meaningful. Until you changed his mind. You told him although you were cheated on too, love was the most beautiful feeling you had ever experienced and one had to be truly lucky to find that. You assured him he was a great guy and that there was a woman out there who would see that and that he shouldn't close himself to the possibility.

After that, things were awfully comfortable in the house. Not like they weren't before but it was different now. The two of you regularly cooked together, hit the arcades on the weekends, went shopping - just started spending time not out of need or obligation but simply because you enjoyed each others company. Not only were you a source of comfort for him, Joshua began seeing you as in inspiration - the zeal with which you worked for your dream, the way you always managed to pick up the pieces and move on, Joshua was in awe of it all.

It took a while to convince himself but eventually, Joshua decided to put himself out there. No, not because you had begun talking to other men on dating sites. Also not because he hated that you would grab dinners with other people instead of making them at home with him. And definitely not because after tomorrow, you'd be gone - the two of you would finally be divorced.

Joshua looked at you perched on the island top, wiping away your tears. Funny how he always found you crying like this whenever your lives were about to take a drastic turn. He sighed, walking up to you, wiping away ice cream at the corner of your mouth with his thumb and thoughtlessly slipping it into his own mouth as he turned to the fridge to grab a pint for himself. You gripped your spoon a little harder than you intended to as you glanced at his back, looking away only when he turned to you.

Sure, over the year, you had gotten used to such acts of his - holding your waist as he moved you out of his way, tucking your hair behind your ear when your hands were busy washing dishes, grabbing the glasses on the shelf ab¹ove from behind you, his chest pressed into your back. He'd just do all this and move on, normally, like nothing happened, like your heart wasn't racing in its cage.

Joshua sat across you on the kitchen counter, leaning against the wall behind, stuffing his own face with a large spoon of the ice cream. You tried to brush away your thoughts and tears and continue eating but you couldn’t. You couldn't take away that one thought that had been plaguing you all day - that all of this was coming to an end soon.

You lied when you said your date had stood you up today. After you had dressed up, waited for a whole hour and then called your date to leave him a terrible message with a whole lot of profanity, he reminded you that your date was in fact scheduled 2 days later. As usual, you couldn't get one thing right. Of course you messed up, of course you were a klutz, you always were one but this time was different. This time, somehow you were more distracted than usual, mind all over the place. Perhaps because you knew what was coming tomorrow. Perhaps because you didn't want tomorrow to come.

You stared at the calender on the fridge, at the red circle around tomorrow's date sitting like a dark reminder that time waited for no one. Tomorrow would come no matter how much you wish it didn't. No matter how many tears unwillingly rolled down your cheeks and how many tubs of dessert you emptied or how much you wished you could hold onto this moment forever.

Joshua who was ranting off about how it was all your dates fault, that you had no reason to cry and that there was someone better out there, him, faltered when he saw what your eyes are fixed on. He felt a pang in his chest, right where his heart sat.

He cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to him, asking if you'd contacted any movers to shift your things - you were leaving by the end of this week to live with a bunch of girl friends you'd made at work. You smacked your forehead, forgetting yet again to do just that despite setting a whole bunch of reminders over the week. Joshua laughed and offered to call them for you instead, but you shook your head. You couldn't depend on him anymore, you needed to learn to live without him.

He admitted that he was so used to you, it was going to be hard for him to live without you too - how was he ever going to find a housemate as good as you? You agreed that he couldn't, you were the best fit for him. He laughed, claiming you needed him as a housemate more than he needed you, who else would wash your coffee cup every morning? You stared at him for a bit before nodding, agreeing. How could you possibly find someone as good as him?

It was like history was repeating once more, the two of you looking at each other with the evidently the same thought running your minds, unsure who should voice it first.

Silence, one that was heavy with thoughts and emotions, took over again, before Joshua decided to lighten things up.

After a long time, yet again Joshua took the lead, asking what you thought about continuing to live here. He did still need a roommate to share rent (he did not) and it would be a hassle for you to move so many things and besides, his house was closer to your workplace. You admitted that if he was okay with it, you didn't mind, you hated dealing with packing and moving anyways. The brightest smile Joshua gave you in response confirmed that you made the right decision, despite the other concerns were brewing at the back of your mind.

You then asked him what this meant for both of you and this marriage. He shrugged saying he didn't think it would make a big difference if the divorce happened or not - after all what was marriage but getting a roommate for a lifetime. You wanted to tell him that its a lot more than that but chose to be content with developments so far. At least for now, you still had him by your side. You could think about the future later.

"We should renew our vows."

"You wanna get remarried??"

"No, I mean we should base this new beginning on a new set of promises. Like..... you could promise to buy a bigger shoe stand for the house and I don't know, maybe finally start putting all your shoes on it?"

"Oh really? Then I guess you could promise to stop lying down on the couch cushions and flattening them?"

"What? I don't- Fine, then you can promise to start putting 2 alarms instead of 20?"

"......"

"I can hear it all the way till my room."

"Why didn't you ever tell me you idiot?"

"Just... didn't want to be someone who keeps complaining."

"Maybe you should promise me you'll start discussing things that bother you with me more."

"Then promise me that you'll never again let me come home to you crying and eating on the couch whose cushions I promise not to flatten."

"Alright, then promise me you'll let me pay rent now."

"Okay, that no, absolutely not. You don't have to-"

"Hey these are my vows-"

"Then I promise to never let you pay rent-"

"Shua-"

"Nope."

"But I can't just stay here without-"

"This remarriage is over."

"Shua please-"

"By the powers vested in me by ordained at home dot com-"

"By what?-"

"-I once again pronounce us husband and wife."

"Okay fine but-"

"I may now kiss my bride."

You didn't even realise when he had slid off the counter, walked up and slotted himself between your dangling legs, hands pressed onto the granite on either side of you. He looked at you, matching your equally amused expression, lips curling into a soft smile.

Many days later he swore he wasn't actually going to kiss and you were the one who kissed him first while you adamantly insisted he iniated it, he was the one who leaned in. Either ways, the fact remained the same - you kissed. Yes you were both basically laughing against each others mouths and both tongues ans all four hands were polite, but it was a kiss nevertheless, stirring something that you didn't even know existed between the two of you.

You pulled back, letting your eyes roam over his features, as his eyes drifted back to your lips, like a moth to a flame. Running your finger along your bottom lip, he stared at it, wondering why the taste of vanilla and your strawberry chapstick was so strangely addictive. When he met your eyes again it was like every nerve ending on your body had been lit on fire and his touch was the only thing that could calm it down.

This time, neither of you were really sure who went for it first but once again, his mouth was on yours, a lot longer, a lot more desperate. When his hands ran up your thighs and pulled you closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, you practically moaned into his mouth, making his lips curl into a satisfied smile. That was all he needed.

"Y/n....." He moved down to your jaw then your neck, groaning as your legs tightened around him, pressing his length against you. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, I want to be a gentleman but you're making it really hard."

Running your fingers into his hair, you pulled him off you, catching your breath. "And what I want is you..." His eyes flashed the same desperation as yours. Fuck it. It was now or never. "What I want is you in me. Gentle or not, I don't care-"

Before you were even done he's unbuttoning his shirt you've donned, beyond pleased that you're not wearing a bra, his ministrations continuing on your neck making you choke on your words.

"Wait, Shua, here?" You stuttered as his fingers grazed over the swell of your breast, mouth close behind.

"My kitchen, my wife. Who's to stop me?" His fingers ran down and along the seam of your underwear, taking an unecesary step away from you. "Do you want me to stop?"

Grabbing a fist full of fabric under his collar you shook your head. "Don't you dare."

And from there there was truly no stopping. In a flash he had stripped you of your panties and you had unbuttoned his pants, making him quickly step out of it, kicking it away. With his hands wrapped around your thighs, once again, he pulled you towards him.

"Here's what we're gonna do." His mouth littered kisses along your jaw. "I'm gonna prep you real quick and fuck you first. Then I'll take you to my room and treat you right. Is that okay?"

God you didn't know he had a mouth like this on him. It made you clench with desire as you nodded hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Joshua smiled at your desperation as he slipped his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. Having been untouched for so long, just his touch sent electricity jolting through your body making you moan into his mouth as he captured it in a kiss, sighing at how it felt like music to his ears. Fucking hell, you were going to be the end of him.

He let his fingers graze down between your folds groaning at how easily they slipped between your wetness.

"All for me?" You nodded again, bringing a hand down to circle around his wrist, compelling him to move faster. "Patience sweetheart, I'll give you what you want."

And with that he easily slipped a finger into you, pumping it slow at first, before slipping another one, groaning at how tight you were. You fell forward, burying your face into the curvature of his neck, pointlessly hiding how desperate you were for him. But Joshua knew - he could feel your arousal drip down his hand as he moved his fingers, scissoring you open.

"Faster." You raised your head and whispered, sending delightful chills down his spine. "Hurry up and fuck me Shua."

"I will, I'm sorry sweetheart." He cooed back into your ear, "but two won't be enough for you to take me."

You could feel yourself literally drool at his words. You knew he was big. Perhaps he didn't realise but all those days he walked about commando in those grey sweatpants of his, you had seen the faint outline and understood he was a well endowed man. Now the thought of having that inside you was nearly driving you insane.

"Shua please..." You pleaded as his third finger began working you. "Let me see you."

Joshua nodded, pistoning his fingers a few more times before pulling out, making you clench around a strange emptiness. With a swift motion he pulled down and stepped out of his boxers, smiling slightly at the way your eyes were focused between his legs.

God you wanted that dick inside you. In your mouth, in your hands, in that little hole that was currently throbbing like crazy.

Getting yourself together, you finally managed to peel your eyes from his length and focus on what had to be done next. "Do you have a condom around here? I don't....."

You trailed off watching the very momentary disappointment flashing in his eyes. Joshua knew it was unreasonable to be upset over this yet he couldn't help but sigh when he realised what he envisioned could not come true. Yes Joshua was neat and well organised man but sex was something he preferred messy. The moment he felt how wet you were he knew what he wanted to do - pump you full of his cum, watch it drip down your pretty pink folds as he slowly fucked it back into you with his fingers, till you begged him to come. He really wanted to take his time calculatedly ruining you.

"I'll get on the pill from tomorrow." You continued, unable to decipher what was going on in that pretty head of his. "Then you can fill me up how much ever you want."

In his absence somehow suddenly, the countertop felt a lot colder under you and your brain finally decided to start working. Sure you were attracted to this man and clearly he was into you too, but what did this mean for the both of you? Were you two people casually living and sleeping together or was there something deep and genuine that was worth holding on to? The way he said my wife was still ringing in your ear.....

It was the promise of this happening another time that finally made Joshua move as he placed a quick kiss on your cheek and jogged out of the kitchen into his room.

Joshua walked back to you, waving a silver foil square with a grin on his face. As he stood before you and ripped it open you let your eyes run down his body. He was built so exquisitely and you've craved this man for so long and even though now, he was seconds away from fucking you stupid, you realised that was not enough. You needed more. You needed him entirely.

You stripped your unbuttoned shirt away as Joshua raised an eyebrow at you, rolling on the piece of latex. "I liked seeing you in my shirt-"

Pulling him to you, you captured his mouth in yet another long kiss as your hands on his shoulders pushed his shirt away too. "I don't want anything between us."

Joshua broke away from you, staring at your confused face intently. Your words made that little organ in his chest clench because he truly had no idea what they meant. He had no idea if this was just a result of two poorly executed dates or if you felt anything deeper for him. He knew what he felt though - he didn't want just this night or just nights like this. He wanted you entirely. He wanted to tell the world you were his wife, that you were his and that he was yours. God he was so in love with you.

Grabbing your hips he pulled you off the counter and turned you around, ignoring your little whines.

"But I want to see you."

"You have all night for that sweetheart." He ran his hand down the soft skin of your back, tightly gripping an ass cheek. If he saw your face as he fucked you he was afraid he could never again touch someone who wasn't you. He would never be able to get the way you would look as you come out of his mind. "I'm all yours."

Palms fixed on the cold granite helping you stay up, you looked over your shoulder and kissed your lover freverently. He kissed you back, hand snaking around your waist, slipping to your core, sliding his fingers between your folds again. Feeling your legs shake around his hand he smirked and brought his digits coated in your arousal up to your mouth, feeling you eagerly suck on them as he aligned his tip at your entrance, trying his best to not burying himself deeply into you.

"Do you taste that good sweetheart?" Hand moving to grip your jaw he turns your head, slipping his tongue into your mouth. "Fuck, I have to go down on you tonight. You're delectable."

Whining, you pushed your hips back against him, hoping he'll sink deeper into you, fill you up just right. Maybe because it had been so long since you've been intimate with anyone or maybe because you're finally in the hands of the man you were desperate for, but the moment Joshua gave in and pushed all the way in, you could already feel yourself throbbing around his length.

"You're so big...." You whispered, hands failing to grab anything on the smooth surface. Yes you had realised he was big but you didn’t think his girth would feel like this. "Fuck Shua, you fill me up so nice."

"Yeah?" He smiled against your shoulder, dropping a quick kiss on it as he started slowly moving his hips. "You feel incredible too sweetheart. Fuck, I lo-"

Your eyes widened as Joshua came to a complete halt, the grip of his hands on your hips loosening. You couldn't see but he was looking at you with a mix of confusion, desperation, fear and love that would have made you say those three words to him in an instant. You'll tell him. When the times right you'll tell him. But right now, you needed him to continue.

"Shua please." You brought your hand down to your clit, drawing furious circles. "Please move, please-"

And your begging turned into moans when he gave you just what you wanted, pulling back entirely before pushing all the way in, picking up the pace.

"So beautiful," He muttered, fingers surely leaving bruises on your hips. "You're so beautiful sweetheart. You feel like heaven."

"You- fuck." You couldn't possibly make a cohesive sentence with the way he felt inside you. "Shua I- oh god."

He chuckled against your ear at your inability. "Continue baby, what are you saying?"

"That....shit." You faltered as he purposely hit that exact spot with his tip again and again. "You... I..."

"My name sweetheart, that's all you need to say."

And that's all you gave him, mumbling his name over and over again as he removed your hand working on your clit and replaced it with his own. In an instant you felt yourself come around him, letting out what Joshua thought was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. Oh he could make you come just around his dick atleast another two times tonight - he was no where close to finishing.

As he let you come down from your high, his hand played with your breasts, only giving you slow languid strokes, ready to get rougher whenever you were.

"I need a minute." You muttered. "It's been a while, I'm sensitive and my legs hurt...I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Joshua slowly pulled himself out and wrapped his arms around tightly, pulling you against his chest. You could feel his racing heart behind you as he peppered small kisses along your shoulder, keeping you encircled in his arms. As much as his embrace felt like heaven, his hard length against your ass felt like yet another invitation to sin.

"Do you have more condoms?"

"Yeah." Joshua's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "In the drawer of my nightstand."

"Good." You smiled, turning to him, placing a kiss on his lips. "You'll need them."

Watching you push him back and sinking down to your knees was probably the hottest thing Joshua had ever seen in his life.

Wrong.

Pulling the condom off him, tossing it aside and wrapping your hand around his bare cock was so much better.

He groaned, throwing his head back as you teasingly licked the tip, working your hands on him.

"I'm not going to last much longer like this."

You smiled before taking him fully into your mouth, Joshua's hands on their own running through your hair, making your moan around his length. Sure, like any other guy Joshua did enjoy a good oral session but the way you looked up at him from between his legs might be his most favourite thing about tonight. Especially with that mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Easy sweetheart." He growled as you took him in so far he felt the back of your throat. He didn't want to go as far as fucking your throat tonight - it was supposed to be all about you. Besides, with the way your mouth worked, its not like he was going to last long enough anyways.

And sure enough, with a few more bobs of your head and strokes of your hand at the base of his length, he felt himself close.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-"

Nodding, you pulled yourself off him with a pop and opened your mouth and that's all it took for him to finally feel all that build up crash as he stroked himself hard and fast, coating your tongue with his cum.

You watched him struggle to catch his breath as you swallowed his bittersweet release, opening up to show him it was all gone. Joshua ran his thumb along the edges of your mouth wiping away the spit running down the corners.

"What a good girl." Aaaaand you were soaked yet again, core throbbing. "Who knew you had a mouth like this on you."

You grinned. "There's so much you don't know about me."

"Yeah?" He helped you up to your feet, and with an arm under your knees quickly lifted you into his arms. "Then let's find out."

And the kitchen was only left with the echo of your happy laughter as his room got ready to witness the rest of the very, very long night's events.

Joshua barely remembered what exactly happened last night. All that was branded in the frontal lobe of his brain was the image of your face when came over and over again on his fingers and mouth and dick. Your pretty sounds, the way you gripped his hair, the way your nails raked his back - it was all constantly running in his mind since he had woken up.

It had been about half an hour since the sunlight streaming in the room awakened him. Of all the amazing things that went down last night, the sight of your half naked body curled up against his chest in his bed was the most memorable. He had no idea your lips parted like that while you slept or that you frequently whined in your sleep. He wanted to know these small things about you. He wanted to know everything about you but he wondered if you would give him the chance to do that.

Just as he tucked your loose hairs behind your ear, his phone on the night stand began ringing loudly making him curse under his breath. As Joshua turned to pick up the phone, he felt you stir beside him. It was his divorce lawyer.

"Mr. Choi, morning." Joshua sat up rubbing his temples. He didn't even have the chance to talk to you about the future of this relationship and he was already getting a reminder to end it.

"Afternoon, Mr. Hong. Just called to let you know I've got all the paperwork ready."

"Right."

"Make sure you reach on time. Earlier would be better. I'd say at 2."

"Okay."

"Bring all the legal documents regarding your inheritance and finances, we need to talk about alimony and..."

Mr. Chois words which Joshua had already heard a 1000 times faded away as he felt you slowly stretch awake and clamber into his lap.

Good morning, he mouthed to which you smiled sleepily. God, he wanted this everyday.

You raised an eyebrow in question. Who is it?

Mr. Choi.

"....and I think that's all." Joshua turned his attention to the call again, missing the way your sweet smile faded. "You are getting ready to leave right? It will take you nearly an hour to reach in this traffic..."

Both of you turned and looked at the watch strike 1.

"Yeah we're..." He cleared his throat looking at you, unable to say the words. "We are...."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, recalling the way he was with you last night. Fuck, I lo-

This was love. This had to be love. And if he loved you and you loved him.....

And finally you took the lead this time, pressing your forehead against his, shutting your eyes tight and softly shaking your head.

Never in his life did Joshua feel the sense of relief he did as his heart flipped in his chest and he grinned. You didn't want this. You didn't want this which meant you wanted him.

"We're not coming today Mr. Choi. My wife and I don't want to get divorced."

With that he cut the call and threw his phone aside, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Is that what you want?"

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful man in front of you looking at you like nothing other than you mattered.

"You are what I want."

Joshua captured your mouth in a long, deep kiss, swallowing his words, showing how much he wanted you too. He'll tell you those 3 words some day, when the time is right. And you'll tell him too - what was the hurry when you had your whole life with him ahead of you. Right now, you could show him instead so you pushed him back onto the bed, leaning over him as your hips began grinding against his hardening length. Joshua smiled at you lazily.

"You're insatiable Mrs. Hong."

"Only for you Mr. Hong."

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[woozvc]

unchained melody

part one | part two | part three | part four

(a/!n - initially this was supposed to be VERY angsty but I decided last minute to not make it so sad <3 be grateful<3)

synopsis — mingyu can't help but be curious as to why his roommate is suddenly writing a love song

pairing — woozi x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, high school au, non idol au, mingyu is nosey asf

warnings — cursing (let me know if I missed anything!)

taglist🔖—

@qaramu @enchantingbrowneyedgirl @odxrilove @spilled-coffee-cup @superbbananananana @wonuulvr @thepoopdokyeomtouched

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[lovelyhan]

— line by line ⟢

a svt vocal unit soulmates series!

★ FEATURING; jeonghan, joshua, jihoon, seokmin, and seungkwan!

★ STATUS; coming soon~

★ TAGS; fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ NOTES; guess who was finally hit with ! inspiration ! and decided to come up with synopses for the rest of my svt unit series :3c

✧ unlikely circumstances // jeonghan ✧

word count: x

summary: first impressions matter—this is something you've lived by all your life. but in a world where the stuff you lose somehow ends up in your soulmate's possession, never did you imagine to meet yours by finding a long lost vibrator inside his kitchen cupboard.

tags: neighbors to lovers, crack, fluff, smut

✧ tigerlily // joshua ✧

word count: x

summary: as a child, you were told that sharing your pain with your soulmate was considered the most sacred form of love. you would've believed that if yours didn't turn out to be an underground streetfighter who throws his life away with every match he signs up for.

tags: streetfighter au, self-hatred, angst, smut

✧ #F7CAC9 + #8DA4D1 // jihoon ✧

word count: x

summary: the sky is blue, the grass is green—these are some fundamental truths that jihoon can't completely wrap his head around. but what's a life of black and white when he has music to fill the gaps colors have long left in his heart?

tags: colorblind til you meet your soulmate au, strangers to lovers, in denial jihoon, angst, smut

✧ paper rings // seokmin ✧

word count: x

summary: everyone has timers that count down until the day they finally meet their soulmate. yours has been set to 00:00:00 for as long as you can remember.

tags: childhood friends, lots of self-sabotage, fluff, angst, smut

✧ no nonsense // seungkwan ✧

word count: x

summary: soulmate tattoos are overrated—especially when you share the same tattoo as fifty percent of the earth's population. long story short, no one can blame you if you end up telling your actual soulmate to fuck off when he tells you you're his fated other half.

tags: strangers to lovers, crack, fluff, mild angst, smut

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[chanswifey]

Seventeen as your boyfriend | Woozi

The cool boyfriend

Like he tries so hard to keep his 'tough-guy-scary-producer-genius' image on the outside

But when he's with you he is the softest boy

I've said this before and I will say it again, this man is very much clingy

Don't get fooled by the disgusted face when presented with pda, that's all an act, baby

And most importantly it's about intimacy

For him, it's just something very special and personal that he likes to keep private

He loves to be hugged and kissed and spoiled. Sometimes he doesn't know how to initiate it but when you see him following you around like a lost puppy or when he comes and gently places his hand on your lower back, that can only mean one thing

He would DIE if the members caught these moments tho, that would begin the endless teasing

But at home or when it's just the two of you in his studio...

He often waits for you to get there when he's working late nights so you two can nap together

And no, he is NOT the big spoon here

He is the one laying on top of you, the one that needs to be hugged to fall asleep

He loves when you play with his hair and when you give him forehead kisses

He is also SUCH a tease

He likes to make you mad just for shits and giggles

Like, he will avoid a hug or wipe a kiss just to mess with you

Regrets it and apologizes really fast when you threaten to leave or give him the silent treatment

His idea of dates is just getting take out and eating on the couch in your pajamas

If you really want him to go out you have to actually tell him

It's not that he doesn't care or doesn't want to make an effort, he's just a bit clueless on this kind of social cues so he needs you to lead the way

He will happily agree to do whatever you want, it is a very rare occasion for him to ask to do something else or nothing at all

And it's usually because he either got caught up on something at work or is just really, really tired

He will make sure to make it up to you later, like getting you breakfast in bed or buying you something you said you wanted

SPOILS YOU SO MUCH!!!

We know he doesn't really care about money but he loves that he can spend it on you

All dates, gifts, traveling tickets, bills, that's all on him

It's like being married-but-not-married

He literally handed you his card one day and refuses to get it back

He can get a bit reclusive sometimes, he's very hard on himself when it comes to his work

So you have to take care of him just as much as he takes care of you

If you don't step up and do something he will refuse to eat or rest for hours

It's a common occurrence for you to order his meals and get them delivered to his studio, or just show up to clean around a bit and drag him out of the computer

"You need to rest your eyes, do you wanna go blind?" You complain to him daily.

"What am I? Your child?" He says teasingly.

"Shut up and come cuddle me, grumpy"

*he then proceeds to fall asleep within 5 seconds*

He's a HUGE show-off

He WILL try to turn you into a gym rat just like him

He will say it's because it's good for your health but deep down he just loves to show off to you

And if you can't make it to the gym he will make sure to send you a gazillion pictures of him flexing because he knows it will turn you into a blushing mess

I do believe he writes songs for you, but he would rarely release those, they are too personal and dear to him

He does it for you, and you only. He knows he's not the best with spoken words so he adds a melody

He will also gift them to you randomly, whenever he needs to say something. It's like saying 'I love you' is not enough and can't contain what he really feels

But in all honesty, as much as you adore and cherish all the songs he has given you, you can feel his love even when he's silent

It's in the way he looks at you, with stars in his eyes. The way his voice softens when he talks to you.

The way he touches you, so gently and carefully as if you're gonna break. The way he hugs you after a stressful day and you can feel the tension leave his body as he exhales.

It's in the way he listens to you, so attentive and interested like every word that comes out of your mouth is poetry and it's in how much he trusts you to share his deepest thoughts and struggles and his weirdest interests

And finally, it's in the way he makes you feel safe, secure, and taken care of.

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2023 © chanswifey — do not repost or translate

author's note: can u tell I'm biased?? Cause I am, I love this man with all my heart it's ridiculous!!! I could talk about him all day and never get bored 🥺🥺🥺 please like and reblog if you like it 💗

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[dinodontwait]

Some things, you know, are meant to be

Pairing: Choi Vernon x afab!reader

Genre: Office au, Rom-com, fluff, full of fluff

Summary: A workplace comedy that unfolds amidst stapler shenanigans, coffee-stained kisses, and the unexpected melodies of a love story written in the margins of office chaos.

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANSOL!!!!!

Inspired by:

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things, you know, are meant to be

- “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley

The fluorescent lights flickered above my desk as I furiously typed away on my keyboard. Meet deadlines, exceed expectations, that was my mantra. Vernon, the resident laid-back charmer, was stationed at the desk across from mine, seemingly unfazed by the whirlwind of papers around him.

"Hey, Y/N, have you tried this new relaxation technique?" Vernon flashed a grin, waving a stress ball in the air. "It works wonders."

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a smile. "I'll stick to my to-do lists, thanks."

Seungkwan, my best friend at work and partner in crime, shot me a knowing look. "Y/N, you need to loosen up. Look at Vernon here; he's like the office zen master."

I scoffed, glancing at Vernon who was now juggling stress balls effortlessly. "I'm here to work, not join the circus."

Mingyu, the charming office heartthrob, strolled by. "Y/N, you're missing out on all the fun. Vernon's stress ball circus is the highlight of my day."

Ignoring Mingyu's teasing, I turned my attention back to the computer screen. Little did they know, behind my focused facade, there was a secret crush brewing for Vernon – the guy with a grin that could disarm even the most stressed-out soul.

One day, as I meticulously organized my desk, Seungkwan leaned in with a mischievous grin. "You know, Y/N, I heard Vernon is single. Maybe you should consider letting loose a bit?"

I scoffed again, a little too loudly. "I'm not looking for love; I'm looking for a promotion."

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow. "¿Por qué no los dos?"

Our boss, Seungcheol, walked in, eyeing the lively atmosphere. "Can someone explain why there's a stress ball juggling act happening in the middle of a workday?"

Vernon, quick on his feet, quipped, "Just promoting a stress-free environment, boss!"

Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head. "Just get your work done, people."

Little did they know, the real circus was happening inside my head – a swirling mixture of deadlines, spreadsheets, and an unspoken crush on Vernon, the stress ball virtuoso.

Days turned into weeks, and my secret crush on Vernon continued to blossom like an office plant thriving on coffee spills and forgotten snack crumbs. Seungkwan, my ever-curious accomplice, kept pushing me to confess my feelings.

One afternoon, as I reached for a printer jam, Vernon appeared beside me. "Need a hand, Y/N?" he asked with that disarming smile.

"N-no, I'm good," I stammered, my fingers fumbling with the paper tray. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth.

Seungkwan, sensing the tension, waltzed in. "Vernon, have you tried Y/N's favourite stress relief technique? It's called 'awkward small talk.'"

I shot Seungkwan an annoyed look, but Vernon chuckled. "Actually, I'm quite the expert in that field."

As the days went by, Vernon and I continued our friendly banter, oblivious to the silent romantic tension building up. One day, Mingyu, the office heartthrob, decided to play cupid.

"Seungcheol is throwing a little office gathering this Friday. You should come, Y/N," he suggested, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Seungkwan, overhearing the conversation, grinned at me. "A little birdie told me Vernon might be there."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going for Vernon; I'm going for the free snacks."

Friday arrived, and the office was transformed into a makeshift party zone. Soonyoung and Chan, the resident party planners, had outdone themselves. The atmosphere was lively, and mingling was the order of the night.

As I casually hovered near the snack table (as promised), Vernon sidled up. "Hey, Y/N, mind if I join you?"

My heart raced, and my well-rehearsed response escaped me. Seungkwan, ever the opportunist, popped up from behind a potted plant. "This is your chance, Y/N!"

I shot him a death glare, but before I could say anything, Minghao, our boss, took the stage for an impromptu karaoke session. The crowd roared with laughter as Minghao belted out a surprisingly good rendition of a popular song.

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua joined the makeshift karaoke stage, turning the office gathering into an unexpected talent show. Amidst the chaos, Vernon leaned in, his voice barely audible over the laughter.

"Y/N, do you mind if I steal you away from the snack table for a moment?"

My heart skipped a beat as we slipped away from the cacophony of mingling coworkers. Little did I know; this office gathering was about to take an unexpected turn.

Away from the karaoke chaos, Vernon and I found ourselves on the office rooftop, a hidden sanctuary above the hustle and bustle of the party below.

"So, Y/N," Vernon began, leaning against the rooftop railing, "what's the verdict on Seungcheol’s karaoke skills?"

I chuckled, grateful for the brief escape from the office madness. "Surprisingly good! Who knew our boss had hidden talents?"

Vernon grinned, his eyes meeting mine. "Speaking of hidden talents, have you discovered any exciting stress-relief techniques lately?"

My cheeks flushed, and I laughed nervously. "Well, there's this one where you, um, take a deep breath and... forget about stress for a while?"

Vernon raised an eyebrow, "Sounds intriguing. Mind showing me?"

As I attempted to demonstrate the 'forget about stress' technique, our hands accidentally brushed against each other. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I couldn't help but feel that maybe Mingyu's party suggestion wasn't all about the snacks.

Just as the moment was getting more intimate, Seungkwan's voice echoed through the rooftop door. "Y/N, Vernon, you won't believe what Seokmin is attempting on that karaoke stage!"

We exchanged an amused glance and headed back to the party, the rooftop escape lingering in the air like an unspoken secret.

Days turned into weeks, and the office dynamic shifted. Vernon and I found ourselves collaborating more often, whether it was on projects or sneaking away for a coffee break. The once-careful balance between professionalism and unspoken feelings began to blur.

One day, as I was drowning in a sea of spreadsheets, Vernon appeared at my desk with a cup of coffee. "Thought you could use a break, Y/N."

I smiled, touched by the gesture. "Thanks, Vernon. You always know when to save me from spreadsheet-induced insanity."

Vernon chuckled, "Just doing my superhero duty."

As he walked away, Seungkwan, ever the observant friend, nudged me. "Y/N, if Vernon's your superhero, maybe it's time to let him rescue more than just your sanity."

I sighed, realizing that maybe it was time to acknowledge the switch in my feelings. Little did I know; the office drama was far from over.

Embracing the subtle shift in dynamics, I decided to take Seungkwan's advice and let Vernon in a little more. As days passed, we found ourselves sharing stories, inside jokes, and even embarking on a few collaborative projects that had nothing to do with work.

One day, as we navigated a particularly tricky task, Vernon flashed that signature grin. "Y/N, who knew work could actually be fun?"

I smirked, "Well, considering you've turned our office into a circus more than once, I'd say fun is your specialty."

Vernon chuckled, and for a moment, our eyes locked. The unspoken tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the moment to address the elephant in the room.

However, fate had different plans. Mingyu, the office charmer, decided to play cupid once again. "Guess what, lovebirds? There's a team-building retreat this weekend. You two should totally go together!"

I shot Mingyu a glare, but Vernon seemed unfazed. "A team-building retreat, huh? Sounds like a great opportunity to strengthen our professional synergy."

Seungkwan, who overheard the conversation, nudged me with a sly grin. "Looks like Mingyu's doing your job for you."

The weekend retreat was a mix of team-building exercises, trust falls, and awkward icebreakers. Vernon and I navigated through it all, trying to maintain our professional front. However, as the evening bonfire flickered to life, the atmosphere changed.

Under the starlit sky, surrounded by the laughter of colleagues, Vernon and I found ourselves drawn to the warmth of the flames. It was then that Mingyu, ever the matchmaker, suggested a round of sharing secrets around the fire.

Seated next to each other, Vernon and I exchanged hesitant glances. "I'll start," Mingyu declared. "I once accidentally sent a love letter to the office printer."

The group erupted in laughter, and the ice was broken. Colleagues shared embarrassing stories, dreams, and even fears. As the circle neared us, Vernon looked at me, his eyes reflecting a hidden vulnerability.

"I've got a secret," he began, "I'm not as carefree as I seem. There's more to me than meets the eye."

The sincerity in his voice struck a chord, and I felt a surge of courage. "I've got a secret too," I admitted, my gaze locked with Vernon's. "I never thought I'd find someone who could make me question my to-do lists and deadlines. Until now."

A hush fell over the group, and Mingyu, grinning like the ultimate cupid, whispered, "Looks like we've got a love confession in the making."

Vernon's eyes widened, and a smile played on his lips. The unspoken tension finally surfaced, and in that moment, surrounded by colleagues, deadlines, and the warmth of the bonfire, our secret crushes were no longer a secret.

The confession around the bonfire sparked a change in our dynamic. Colleagues became enthusiastic cheerleaders, and our interactions took on a newfound sweetness. The retreat ended with a subtle shift, leaving us on the brink of exploring a different facet of our relationship.

Back at the office, the atmosphere buzzed with playful teasing and knowing glances from our colleagues. Seungcheol, our boss, couldn't help but join in on the newfound workplace romance banter.

"Looks like we've got our very own office love story," he quipped during a team meeting, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Vernon, ever the cool customer, took it in stride. "Guess we're the talk of the office now."

Seungkwan, who had become our unofficial relationship coach, couldn't resist chiming in. "Don't worry, you two. I've got a list of rom-coms we can use as a guide. First on the list, 'Office Love: A Spreadsheet Affair.'"

I rolled my eyes, "I think we can figure this out without consulting Hollywood."

As days turned into weeks, Vernon and I continued to explore the romance budding between us. The office dynamic remained lighthearted, with playful banter and camaraderie. Our desks, once separate islands in the sea of cubicles, were now like neighbouring countries, sharing secrets and stolen glances.

One day, as we worked on a project together, Mingyu sauntered over with a mischievous grin. "You know, there's a team-building workshop next month. More trust falls, more icebreakers. You guys up for it?"

Vernon and I exchanged a knowing glance, and he chuckled. "Why not? We've survived worse."

The workshop became another chapter in our evolving story. Trust falls turned into shared laughter, icebreakers transformed into inside jokes, and by the end of it, the unspoken romance had solidified into something more tangible.

As we navigated the workplace romance waters, our colleagues became our biggest cheerleaders. Soonyoung and Chan, known for their playful antics, organized a surprise 'office engagement' celebration, complete with streamers and confetti.

Vernon and I shared a glance, realising that our love story had taken a turn neither of us anticipated. Amidst the laughter and playful celebrations, the office had transformed into a haven of love and camaraderie.

In the midst of it all, Seungkwan, the unsung hero of our love story, grinned. "Who knew a stress ball circus could lead to all this?"

As the celebration continued, I couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected journey from unrequited feelings to a full-blown office romance. Little did I know, our story was far from ordinary, and the chapters that awaited us were bound to be filled with laughter, love, and the occasional office-related shenanigans.

And so, our office love story continued, each day bringing new adventures and discoveries, proving that sometimes, the best stories are the ones we never saw coming.

The end.

BONUS

Amidst the lovey-dovey glow of our budding romance, the office continued to be a hotbed of humor and shenanigans. Soonyoung and Chan, the dynamic duo of mischief, were determined to ensure our love story had its fair share of comedic moments.

One day, as Vernon and I were engrossed in a serious discussion about a project, Soonyoung burst into the room, wearing an oversized cupid costume complete with wings and heart-shaped arrows.

"Lovebirds! Cupid is here to spread the love!" he declared dramatically, shooting imaginary arrows in our direction.

Vernon burst into laughter, "Soonyoung, did you steal that from a costume shop?"

Soonyoung winked, "Let's just say they were happy to contribute to the office romance fund."

As cupid Soonyoung made his dramatic exit, Seungkwan appeared, holding a boombox blaring romantic ballads. "Cue the romantic background music, because love is in the air!"

I couldn't help but shake my head, "Are you all on a mission to turn our love story into a rom-com?"

Seungkwan grinned, "Of course! Every great love story needs a touch of drama and a splash of comedy."

The office antics continued, from surprise romantic dinners (courtesy of Mingyu's questionable cooking skills) to impromptu karaoke sessions led by Seungcheol. Each day brought a new twist, and our colleagues reveled in turning our office romance into a daily dose of entertainment.

One day, as Vernon and I enjoyed a quiet lunch in the office breakroom, Mingyu approached with a sly smile. "I've organised a team-building scavenger hunt. You two are partners, of course."

Vernon raised an eyebrow, "A scavenger hunt? Is this another attempt to set us up with more office romance drama?"

Mingyu winked, "Consider it a test of your teamwork skills."

And so, armed with a list of bizarre items to find around the office, Vernon and I embarked on the scavenger hunt. Little did we know; the items on the list were carefully curated for maximum comedic effect.

From finding the boss's favourite mug to retrieving Mingyu's missing pen, the scavenger hunt led us on a wild goose chase through the office, with our colleagues cheering us on and occasionally throwing in unexpected challenges.

As we raced against the clock, laughter echoed through the corridors. The scavenger hunt not only tested our teamwork but also became a hilarious adventure that further cemented the lighthearted spirit of our office romance.

In the end, we returned triumphant, armed with the requested items and a bag full of new inside jokes. Mingyu, grinning from ear to ear, declared, "Teamwork makes the dream work, especially in love!"

Our colleagues erupted in cheers, and as we caught our breaths, I couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected bonus of laughter and camaraderie that came with our office romance.

And so, amidst the office shenanigans and comedic chaos, Vernon and I embraced the joyous journey of love, proving that sometimes, a touch of humour is the perfect seasoning for a budding romance.

The real bonus, it seemed, wasn't just the love story but the incredible cast of characters who made our office romance an unforgettable and laughter-filled adventure.

ONE MORE BONUS

In the midst of our blossoming office romance, fate decided to throw a comical twist our way. Chan, the youngest member of our close-knit work family, found himself unintentionally at the epicenter of a lighthearted office drama.

As Vernon and I sought a moment of solitude for a stolen kiss, little did we know that Chan, armed with his characteristic youthful enthusiasm and penchant for timing, happened to be passing by. A sharp gasp from him caught our attention, and we quickly pulled away, glancing at each other with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

The mischievous gleam in Chan's eyes hinted at trouble. "Caught you two in the act," he declared, brandishing his smartphone.

Seungkwan, never one to miss an opportunity for teasing, chimed in, "Looks like our baby Chan here just became the official office spy."

Chan, visibly annoyed but also reveling in the attention, shot back, "I am not a baby, and I was just passing by!"

Jeonghan, in his usual sarcastic tone, crossed his arms and looked at Chan with faux anger. "Oh, Chan, our innocent little baby. What have they done to you? You've been tainted by their lovey-dovey vibes."

Chan, with an eye roll, muttered, "I am not innocent, and I am certainly not a baby. Stop calling me that!"

Jeonghan continued in mock frustration, "Well, I hope you're happy now, Y/N and Vernon. You've officially corrupted our 'baby' Chan. Congratulations."

Chan, now slightly exasperated, grumbled, "I'm not corrupted, and I'm not your baby!"

The playful banter continued, with colleagues suggesting that Chan should be the official office witness for romantic moments. Mingyu, always ready for a bit of mischief, proposed a weekly "Chan's Chronicles" during team meetings, where Chan would share his accidental discoveries.

As the teasing persisted, Chan, despite his irritation, couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Fine, fine, make fun of me. But I'm not a baby, and I definitely didn't ask to witness their love drama."

And so, amidst the laughter and camaraderie, the unexpected witnessing by our 'baby' Chan became a quirky tale in our office romance saga. Chan, despite his protests, inadvertently added a touch of humour to our love story.

THE END

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" moonlight 😨 sunrise 🤫"

STAN TWICE!!!!

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[rubyreduji]

eat your young - ljh (teaser)

pairing: lee jihoon x gn!reader genre: angst, fluff, fake dating, romance, hunger games!au w.c.: teaser is 455, whole series is tbd a/n: reaping rules are changed so it's just from ages 12-20 of any gender bc jihoon is 18 and reader is 19. titled based off the hozier song.

you're prepared to survive the hunger games, what you're not prepared for is for lee jihoon to be in the arena with you

first chapter to be posted friday may 26

Jennie moves to the large bowl that sits off to the side of the stage and pulls out a single slip of paper before walking back to the microphone. She eagerly unfolds the paper and leans into the mic. "L/N Y/N."

You don't move at first. It takes a moment to even recognize that it was your name that was called. For a second, you feel Joshua gripping onto your wrist, almost telling you to stay, but then he lets go and you start to walk up to the stage, like you're on autopilot. You're standing right on the edge of your section, so you don't have to pass anyone and see their looks of pity. Good.

Before you know it, you're on stage, staring at every face in the district. Jennie is gesturing to you. She has pink hair and a matching pink dress that looks like planet's rings surrounding her body. It's ugly. For a moment, before she starts talking, Jennie looks intimidated by you. You get that a lot.

"Do we have any volunteers?"

No. Not that you're surprised. Nobody volunteers in District 7, let alone for someone like you. Everyone in Seven already thinks you're capable of winning the games, why would they risk putting someone else in? When you turned twelve you and a couple other kids started to do Hunger Games training on your own, picking up skills you saw in previous games. You've always been one of the best at, being able to fight and picking up on survival skills. Over the year's you've built up even more skills working with your axe in the woods. You're grateful that you belong to a district that has a trade that's useful in the arena.

You look out at the crowd and your eyes land on the closest familiar face you see, which just happens to be your little sister in the middle of the crowd, standing with the other fifteen year olds. You lock eyes. She has tears in her eyes and her lip is quivering a bit, but she looks like she's trying to keep composed for your sake. You're grateful for that because if she started to bawl, you're sure you won't be able to keep your own composure.

You're knocked out of your stupor when Jennie is talking again. "What a brave young soul. Now for our next tribute." Her heels clack against the concrete of the Justice Hall's stage as she walks back over the bowl, pulling out one more slip.

The energy of the crowd is tense as Jennie brings her lips up to the mic. "Lee Jihoon."

You start a bit at the name. Jihoon? There’s no way she just said Lee Jihoon.

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[delicatecy]

❝ SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) - Face The Sun ⤷ ep3. Ray - part 1

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[jihoonotes]

“bff era is over” | lee jihoon

summary: you like spending time with your brother and his friends, especially one of them. however it seems that he isn’t too happy about your presence lately.

genre: one-shot, brother’s best friend | anime enjoyer!jihoon x sanrio stan! reader

part of the he calls you clingy series.

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[woozvc]

unchained melody.

part one | part two | part three | part four

synopsis — mingyu can't help but be curious as to why his roommate is suddenly writing a love song

pairing — woozi x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, high school au, non idol au, angst, mingyu is nosey asf

warnings — cursing (let me know if I missed anything!)

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[suhnshinehaos]

◡̈  apartment 5c

synopsis : when yn’s exchange student roommates leave, they are left with the unfortunate task of finding a new place to stay. lucky for them, a room just opened up at apartment 5c, complete with the most interesting group of people they could ever hope to meet. pairing : svt 96 line x gn!reader genre/s : university au, roommates au, fluff, tiniest bit of angst (maybe), slice of life, humor

epilogue : home is where...

◡̈  final fun fact !!  remember in ep. 01 where the roomies mentioned that they take ‘family photos’? well, when yn moved in, they took new ones to update the ones they had in the apartment (there’s one where ynwoo looks like junsoonhoon’s parents). when they moved out, each of the roomies kept one of those photos and they all have it framed in their new apartments. 

previous  ➤  episode thirteen, part three apartment 5c ➤  masterlist

from reese, with love <3 we’ve finally reached the end of a5c... how are we feeling? this was such a journey and i just want to say a huge thank you to every single one of you who have stuck this lil story out until the end. every single ask, reply, and reblog is near and dear to my heart and i looove hearing your reactions with every update- honestly, it’s part of the reason that i am able to keep my motivation for this series. this series took a long time to finish, so parting with it feels v bittersweet as i have grown attached to the roomies. writing this has been a joy and a comfort, i hope that it was able to give you that same feeling while reading :) i hope to see you in the next one ! thanks again for reading- as always, i'd really love to know what you think and i hope you are all doing well and taking care <3

ps. dw i have plans for junsoonhoon ;) 

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