#yeo hwanwoong fanfic

[thru-the-grapevine]

We Might Be Stupid

Pairing: Yeo Hwanwoong x reader

Summary: Your best friend apparently thinks it’s the nineties. You call him to straighten things out.

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: idiot besties to lovers, resolved mutual pining, implied college au, fluff, humor

Author Notes: this is my first work for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents! I’m using it for my “mutual pining” square. A little nervous about it but it was loads of fun to write, so I hope Oneusblr can enjoy it <3

It isn’t quite acceptable barging hours when you barge into your roommate’s bedroom that morning.

“I—huh?” Your roommate mumbles, startling awake at the sound of the door.

“I need to borrow your phone,” you say, pulse racing. “Please. Since mine isn’t being fixed until this afternoon.”

Your roommate frowns, eyes still closed. “What?”

“Please. It’s important. Please. I need to make a call.”

Your roommate’s eyes blink halfway open and gaze at you, only half-conscious. Your desperation must really show on your face, because they say, “Sure. Uh, you okay?”

“I don’t know,” you breathe, unplugging the phone from the charger and tapping in their passcode. “Probably. I don’t know. Thank you. Be right back.”

You find the phone app and dial the memorized number, putting it to your ear. You glance back at your roommate’s alarm clock as you take your leave and try idly to do a calculation of what time it is abroad, deducing that he won’t be asleep and he also won’t still be working. Pick up, pick up, pick up pick up pick up pickuppickuppick-

The ring tone cuts off early and the line clicks on. “Uh…hello?”

Something about hearing Hwanwoong’s voice soothes the sting of the panic in your heartbeat, even as your pulse continues racing. “You. You sent—you and your—an email?”

“Oh,” you hear him say brightly, recognition in his voice, and then, flustered, “uh—hi. I, uh, I can expl—”

“An email?!”

“I panicked!” Hwanwoong blurts. “You—your phone, it’s broken, I can’t text—can’t call either, how are you even calling me by the way, whose phone is—I didn’t know how else to—”

“Is this 1999?” You ask him, incredulous, pacing, and you can’t help a flutter of laughter. “You tell me you have feelings for me in an email?! I’m checking my email to make sure my stupid philosophy paper was turned in on time and I see you sent me something with the subject ‘Help’ and then a confession?! That could have sat there for who knows how long—”

“I only sent it, like, eight hours ago,” he protests, then splutters, “n-no, really, your phone is broken. How did you get my number?”

“Yeo Hwanwoong,” you sigh in exasperation, “I have had your phone number memorized since we were fifteen.”

“…Oh,” he says, then laughs. “God, I love you.”

“Yeah!” You exclaim, stomach fluttering with something giddy at the words. “And you said it in an email, like this is a Tom Hanks movie or something!”

“I’m—listen!” He defends, “it hit me out of literally nowhere, hard, like, think hit-on-the-head-with-a-cinder-block hard, and it was overwhelming, like what the hell? What am I supposed to do with this? And I panicked and usually I just call you when I’m panicked and I would have but your phone—”

“My phone is broken, yeah,” you say, pulse finally winding down to adagio. Your deep breath is still shaky. “Well, I’m here now. Talk me through it.”

“Out of nowhere,” he says darkly. “Truly. I was just wondering what the hell you saw in that guy you’re talking to right now, anyway, the one you keep asking for advice on, and why he keeps bothering you all the time, and then I tried to be all, ‘well, what would I see in them if I was trying to date them’, and was like, ‘I mean, sure, they’re cute, anyone with eyes can see that, and sure they’re funny, but in the smart way which is even funnier, and also they’re thoughtful and also they’re a good listener, and and and’ and then it just hit me and, I mean! What the hell, dude? I don’t even know how long I’ve felt like this? Is this normal??”

“You get used to it after a little bit,” you tell him, head spinning. Hwanwoong just called you cute. “But yeah, it’s kinda overwhelming at first, right? And scary?”

“Terrifying, oh my god,” he groans. “Like, you’re my best friend, what the hell am I supposed to do now? What if you’ve noticed the whole time and have just been staying my friend to be nice, or something?”

“I didn’t notice,” you tell him, dragging your toe along one of the cracks in the floorboards, “or I didn’t want to get my hopes up, anyway. But you’re right, that’s the vibe, for sure.”

“And like, what if telling you is a bad idea? What if you’ll feel weird now about it, and we can’t hang out and make jokes and get bubble tea on weekends and—hey, wait. Got used to—get hopes up? I—WAIT.”

Your pulse jump-starts into high gear again. “Uhhh. Suddenly I have, um, things to do—”

“Don’t you dare hang up!” Hwanwoong exclaims. “Yah! I’ll call you again! Or whoever’s phone this is—it’s your roommate’s, right? Your roommate will get sick of me! Don’t you dare! You—I—what do y—how do you know how this feels?”

“Um.” Your heart is going to ricochet out of your ribcage. “I…maybe this is, uh, not new? For me to feel?”

Hwanwoong is quiet for a second, then, “About who?”

“Dude, don’t make me say it,” you groan. “It’s already embarrassing enough to talk with you about—”

“Is it that guy? The one you’ve been talking to? Because if it is, he’s kind of an idiot and he doesn’t appreciate your sense of humor nearly enough but like, I can take it, I’ll support you and the mediocre boy, it’s okay if—”

“You! It’s you! You dumbass!��� You cut him off, shrill. “You’re the idiot! God! You are absolutely unbelievable! I am hanging up the phone!”

“No, please! Pleasepleasepleasepl—”

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, slumping down onto your bed. “I’m not hanging up, you can calm down.”

Hwanwoong sighs, sounding winded. “What are…why are we like this.”

“Beats me,” you mumble.

“You…have feelings for me?”

His voice is gilded with hope. You want to melt into the bed and die. “I…yeah.”

Hwanwoong sighs again, shakily, but you can hear him smiling. “How…when did you figure your side out?”

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, embarrassment prickling under your skin. “….like, two years ago.”

There’s a long, excruciating silence on his end.

Panic bubbles up in your throat. “But like, in my defense, that was the year you suddenly were, like….a man? I-I mean, something…happened, because suddenly you weren’t just a kid my age, you were, like, attractive. Which, like, how dare you, by the way? You were supposed to be my cute little bestie forever, but nooo, you had me helping you post thirst traps, and shopping for clothes you looked hot in, and like, what was I supposed to do? So yeah, I thought I was being painfully obvious and that you were just being kind. But no, you’re just an idiot, but like, I guess I was too—”

“I love you so bad,” Hwanwoong interrupts. “You were in….dude, since two years ago?”

“If you think you get to make fun of how long I’ve loved you when you sent me an email—”

“I’m not making fun of you, I’m, like, pissed,” Hwanwoong says, but he’s laughing. “Like, doing the math, connecting the dots, it’s…yeah, I think I’ve felt like this about you since then, too, which is dumb as hell. All that time, and we could’ve…”

“Ugh,” you say, emphatic, dropping your head back against the bed and glaring at the ceiling. All that pining for nothing.

“We…might be stupid,” Hwanwoong says, still snickering.

Hwanwoong is in love with you. Holy shit. You can’t stop grinning. “You, uh. Wow.” You turn over on your side and grab your laptop, which you’d left open to his email on your bed when you rushed to call him. You begin reading aloud. “‘So in the weirdest turn of events I didn’t see coming, I think I may be, like, really in love with you somehow’. You don’t say. You simp for me that bad, huh.”

“I—you—I don’t—” Hwanwoong starts, then sighs.

You laugh.

“Wait, wait, oh my god, is this why I caught you checking me out all the time?” Hwanwoong asks.

Now it’s your turn to splutter. “I—I didn’t—I wasn’t checking y…uh. Well. Maybe.”

Hwanwoong snickers. “Busted.”

You sigh. “How much longer are you away again? Semester’s almost over. It’s been, like, eighty-four years.”

“Um, lemme check,” he says, pausing for a few moments, and you can picture him lifting his phone from his ear and tapping over to his calendar. “….ugh. Another week and a half.”

“Ugh,” you agree. “Too long. You need to come home so I can go full Spanish Inquisition on you about this.”

“Same,” he says. “When are you getting your phone fixed? It’s been killing me this week not to talk to you like normal.”

“The appointment’s today,” you reassure him. “Should hopefully be back to normal by the time you wake up tomorrow.”

“Thank god,” he groans. “Never drop your phone in the washing machine again, dumbass. I have too many important things to say.”

“You’re always welcome to say them over email now, if you want,” you say, smirking, and Hwanwoong grumbles playfully while you laugh.

“Hey.”

Your roommate is in the doorway, looking freshly showered. “I’m leaving soon, I’m gonna need that back.”

You pout but nod. “I gotta go, ‘Woong, roomie needs the phone back.”

“Yeah, I should probably go to bed soon, anyway,” he says, then pauses. “I, um….”

You don’t prompt him, glad that he sounds as shy as you feel.

“…thanks. For not, you know, freaking out. Well, actually, you did freak out, but, like, not in the bad and annoying way.”

“Thanks a lot,” you groan, and he laughs again, the sound soft in a way that sits comfortably in your heart.

“I….I really do. Love you, that is. God, this is awkward.”

You’re grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, it is. It’ll get better with practice, I bet.”

You pause, then add, “I love you, too. Dumbass.”

“Gross,” your roommate says from the doorway, and apparently Hwanwoong can hear them, because he laughs at that, too, and the sound is so joyous. You miss him a lot, miss seeing how his eyes crinkle when he’s happy. You can’t wait for him to get home from abroad.

“I’ll text you when my phone gets fixed, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting. Tick tock.”

You smile.

“Love you,” he says again, and the way he says it makes warmth zip through you.

“Love you,” you breathe, meaning it, then hang up before you get too embarrassed.

Your roommate is smirking when you hand the phone back. “I’m glad my phone could help you two idiots finally figure it out.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, shoving their arm playfully before going to make coffee. A week and a half. How are you going to survive that long?

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page 02: just me, you, and the distance between us

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You must look awkward standing, fiddling with the stack of papers in your hands, and staring at the group of friends chatting happily at the back of the classroom.

With a deep breath and a pounding heart, you decided to just ask for their assignments as quickly as possible. Aside from the fact that your Math teacher must be waiting for your class' submission, it was already dismissal time. Once they disbanded and went their own ways, you'll have a harder time collecting their submissions.

"Excuse me," you called out.

They continued talking happily. You realized that your voice came out too small to be heard. You knew you just had to call them again with a louder voice but still, you were hesitating. What if they did not hear you again? You must look weird standing there. Others might already be thinking weirdly of how shy you are. What if—

"Give me your assignments and start vacating the room, you guys," a voice called out from behind you.

You turned around and saw your class president Yeo Hwanwoong. He was smiling at the group with his hand out to get their submissions.

"Or did you not do your assignments?" he added jokingly.

The group started teasing each other, telling who just copied from who as they rummage through their bags. You watch as they handed Hwanwoong their submissions. He fixed them before turning to you with a smile. "Here you go."

You carefully took them from him and gave him a shy bow. "Thank you..."

"You can always ask me for help, you know." He gently gave your shoulder a pat.

Perhaps it was because the curtains were drawn, flooding the classroom with sunlight. Or maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you. But as you watched him walk away, he somehow shone a little brighter.

●・○・●・○・●

You have always been fond of the rain.

You loved how it sounds so loud and yet, it silences its other noise. It makes people busy trying to stay out of the cold constant drops, barely noticing the faces of those they pass by. For someone like you whose comfort is found in being among the shadows, not being noticed is a blessing to you.

When the school building's entrance wasn't that crowded anymore, you finally went out and opened your bag for your umbrella. You stopped fumbling with your bag when you felt someone appeared beside you. With a quick glance, you saw Hwanwoong looking grimly at the sky. You watched him, your hand still inside your bag, as he took off his uniform blazer and held it above his head.

For some reason, your hand reached out and tugged onto the sleeve of his white uniform.

He turned to you, clearly surprised. You immediately dropped your hold and felt warmth crept your face. "I'm sorry... Uh... It's just..."

He smiled at you as you fumbled with your words. "Do you need help with something?"

You shook your head and he suddenly looked confused. You were also confused. What was going through your head when you tugged on his uniform? He must've realized you were weird! He might stop being kind—

Thunder rumbled, making the both of you jump in surprise. The few students on the entrance made haste to leave the campus.

You heard Hwanwoong sigh as he stared at the rain. You wanted to offer him your umbrella but that means you two would have to walk together under the rain, with shoulders brushing beneath the shelter of your umbrella. Though that might be the best thing to do right now, you're too embarrassed to say it.

He turned to you again, taking you away from your thoughts. He pointed at the rain. "Looks like the rain won't stop soon. I think you better go before it gets worse..."

He was right. The downpour might get heavier. You should go. He should also go.

With your one hand holding the umbrella inside your bag, you bravely asked, "Do you want to share an umbrella?"

Perhaps it was because of the pitter-patter of the rain. Or the buzzing sounds of worried students. Or maybe your voice was just too soft.

He did not hear you.

"Sorry?" He leaned closer. "What did you say?"

Aside from feeling embarrassed about what you asked, his closeness flustered you. You took a tiny step back and clenched the umbrella. "Uhm... My umbrella..."

"Oh!" He exclaimed as if he finally understood you. "Did you also forget your umbrella?" Without waiting for your answer, he looked around for a while before pointing somewhere. "Let's wait out the rain there. It's a bit cold standing here."

Slowly, you removed your hold on your umbrella and just followed him. You two sat down the corner of the entrance. There, the blowing wind doesn't reach you but nonetheless, it was still cold.

"You okay?" He asked. "Do you want my blazer?"

You immediately shook you head. "No. Thank you."

The two of you watched the rain with a small distance between you. You thought the two of you would spend the time in silence. However, Hwanwoong brought up random topics.

He asked you your favorite color and he told you his. He asked about what subjects you like and you learned that his was PE. He even asked what time do you sleep and was surprised that you sleep so late at night watching your favorite shows.

You didn't realize that as you talk, the distance between the two of you was getting shorter and shorter. And when the rain became drizzle, you two were close enough for him to hear your soft voice and for you to feel his warmth.

"I've been meaning to ask this," he suddenly said. He pointed something beside you. "Is that yours? I saw it roll out of your bag earlier..."

You glanced at where he was pointing and saw your umbrella. Immediately, all heat rushed up your head and hastily, you picked it up. "Uhm... Yes, I was about to ask you to share it earlier but you did not hear me and the thunder roared and the rain was so loud... Uh... I was also embarrassed to ask..."

He laughed at that and stood up. With a bright smile, he held out his hand. "Can I share your umbrella? At least until I get to the bus stop, if that's okay with you."

With a heated face, you grabbed his hand and he helped you stand. You opened your umbrella and held it in between the two of you. "Let's go."

The two of you walked under the soft rain, beneath the shelter of your transparent umbrella, with shoulders touching and smiles reaching your eyes.

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Deep Breaths

🌦 Summary: When you start to feel overwhelmed with work and life, you fall into a mindset of anxiety. Thankfully, Yeo Hwanwoong is there to help you feel less alone and much more comforted.

🌦 Word Count: 1,224 words

🌦 Pairing: Reader x Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Can also be read as no pairing / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong);

🌦 Rated: E / Warnings: Anxiety attack / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Angst; Fluff;

🌦 A/N: I uh. Didn't know if you wanted Y/N and Hwanwoong to be in a relationship or just friends so I uh. Made it unspecified. Can be read either as they’re together or not. I hope that's okay! Anyways, I am now in need of a hug after writing this.

You're sitting up in bed, tapping away at your computer. You have an examination at your work in a few days that you need to prepare for, but just thinking about it makes you nauseated. You don't know if you're going to fail this examination. Your work has been laying off some employees as of late, and this examination will determine whether or not you get to stay. In all honesty, you've been doing pretty well at your job and will probably pass. But your anxiety has been crushing you as of late and you can't even think about the examination without feeling overwhelmingly stressed. You're on the edge of an attack. Especially since it's in addition to everything else chaotic going on in the world and your life.

You're alone at home. You live with Hwanwoong, but he's still at practice. He should be home soon, though, and you two will be able to hang out together.

A notification sounds from your phone on the bedside table, and you yelp at the sound. It's not that it's loud, but it's louder than you'd expected.

You swing your legs off of the bed, stand up and grab your phone to check what it is. An email from your manager, titled 'Moving your Examination'. You feel your chest tighten up and set your phone down to check the email on your computer instead. You're telling yourself it's to see the email and respond to it better on the computer, but you know it's because you're procrastinating reading the stupid email.

You click into your email and click on the email itself. You already feel the feeling of impending doom, like you're being swallowed and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

We hope this communication finds you well.

Your examination was scheduled for the day after tomorrow. However ,we realized there was a mix-up in scheduling the examinations, and have decided to reschedule Your examination for tomorrow.

Please let us know if this is not possible for you. Thank you for your time!

You feel panicked at the sight. A feeling of panic and dread washes over your body. You aren't even remotely ready to do the interview tomorrow. The thought of doing it the day after made you nauseated, but tomorrow? All you can feel is dread. Crushing, overwhelming dread.

You reread the email once, twice. Every time you reread it, you feel yourself drowning more and more in dread. You imagine the examination, hands fumbling or accidentally saying the wrong thing to a customer, and being laid off right there in front of everyone. And you feel the last nudge off of the edge into a sea of 0anxiety.

You realize that you've stopped breathing for the past few seconds. You can't breathe. You feel like you're out of your own body, watching as you choke on nothing, suffocate on air as you grow a bit dizzy. And you feel woozy, like you're about to pass out, and your body feels too heavy for your legs.

You fall on the ground next to your bed, one hand gripping the bedsheets as you inhale over and over again. You feel like you can't breathe, like you're drowning in nothing. You inhale sharply, gasping for air, your whole body shaking. Your head is spinning.

You can't speak at this point, or really move. You feel frozen in place almost, as if you're stuck in quicksand and can only move your limbs slowly. And every time you open your mouth to call out to anyone, nothing comes out.

You slump against the bed, and manage to bring your fist to the wall right next to you. You use all of your strength to bring your trembling hand against the wall once, twice, thrice, before dropping your hand and curling into yourself, burying your head in your knees and sobbing to yourself.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, and while you can hear words being spoken at you, you can't understand a single word over the sound of the blood rushing to your ears. You lift your head and look up at the owner of the hand that's gently shaking you, and, through teary eyes, realize it's Hwanwoong.

You blink up at him, confused, but you forget about your confusion when Hwanwoong cups your face in both of his hands gently. For a second, you feel just the little bit comforted.

"Hey, Y/Nie, are you okay baby?" he asks, brow furrowed in concern. You shake your head no, and you're extremely aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks and onto his hands. Oh, what a mess you must be.

"What's wrong, baby?"

You sniff and try hard to catch your breath, but you're hyperventilating too hard that you can barely get a word out. You shake your head at him again, unable to speak and barely able to see him through the tears, and as you once again attempt to speak to him, you start choking and hyperventilating again.

"Shh, take it easy, I can wait," Hwanwoong says, his thumbs brushing gentle circles over the skin of your cheeks in an effort to calm you down. He presses a kiss to your forehead and holds you close, mumbling gentle, calming words to try and help you calm down.

He slowly lifts you up, and you shakingly let him pull you back into the bed with him.

"It's okay, baby, take it slow," he murmurs gently, slowly wrapping his arms around you and rocking you gently. You bury your face in his shirt and sob, the two of you sitting on the floor in each other's embrace as you try to calm down. "You're safe and here. We have all the time in the world, just try to take deep breaths, okay? Take your time."

You nod through tears as you try to catch your breath. Your heart is racing, but the feeling of Hwanwoong holding you, his hands rubbing your back while he mumbles gentle things to you, helps you at least feel that you're back on Earth a little bit.

"It's okay, baby. It'll be okay. Take deep breaths, okay? Deep breaths. You're fine. It'll be fine. Breathe in, two, three, four, five, six. Out, two, three, four, five six. Focus on me baby. In, two, three, four, five, six. Out, two, three, four, five, six."

You follow Hwanwoong's breathing exercises, focusing on his voice and the way he squeezes your hand until your breathing has settled, and Hwanwoong pulls away to cup your face.

"Hey, baby, how are you feeling?" Hwanwoong asks after a long moment of silence, his voice soft and gentle.

You sniff. "Horrible. Absolutely horrible. And tired. Sleepy. Sorry you had to see me like this. I'm a bit of a mess right now." You can feel tears staining your cheeks and your nose dripping from all of the crying.

"No no, I don't mind," Hwanwoong says, shaking his head. "I care about you and I want to be here with you, whether it's at your best or at your worst, Y/Nie."

You smile a bit, curling into his warmth. "Thank you, Woong-ah."

"Always, Y/Nie." He squeezes your hand, listening to your soft breathing until he's sure you've fallen asleep.

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Oneus as Cats

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Ravn:

oh dear

completely black cat with only one tiny white dot on his chest

looks cute, but is full of fury

hates other cats

and I mean he despises them

especially hates anyone who takes away your attention when he’d rather have it

passive-aggressive

usually he will stare at you and wait until you notice him if he wants your attention while you’re occupied with someone else

if you ignore him, he’ll make you (or the other person or animal) regret it

has peed on your mother’s shoes multiple times when she visited you

threw up in front of your dad and then walked away nonchalantly as if nothing happened

all because in his eyes, you spent too much time talking to them when he wanted to be fed or petted or played with

only trusts his owner

you’re the only person who is allowed to touch him whenever

though there are some exceptions of people who are around often so he got used to them and they’re allowed to touch his head or back for a short period of time

loves you more than anything

also loves being petted and brushed by you

hates the vet

will growl at the vet for about five seconds if they touch him until he jumps at them and attempts to scratch the poor vet’s eyes out

since then, he gets anaesthesia even for routine check-ups

likes sleeping next to your pillow with you so he can wake you up in the morning by putting his paw on your face

has never even scratched you on purpose ever (except when you’re playing with him and he gets too into it)

sometimes you see nothing but a pair of wide yellow eyes watching you in the dark in the middle of the night

usually sleeps curled up in a lil black furball, but sometimes he’ll lie around in really weird positions, with his head upside down and his fangs showing

very gentle purring, you can only hear and feel it when you let him curl up in your lap and fall asleep there

Seoho:

completely white fur, except for two black dots above his eyes that look like eyebrows and one black front paw

people will love him for his extraordinary looks, and he loves the attention

however, he doesn’t like to be touched much, especially if he doesn’t know you well

never bites and rarely scratches, usually he just runs away if he doesn’t like something

graceful when he walks, but is actually an idiot

falls off random objects frequently, thankfully he never gets hurt

sleeps in the weirdest positions - his rear legs stretched apart to expose his lower belly, and his torso twisted 180 degrees

snores and drools when sleeping

when he has an exciting dream, his left hind leg twitches

speaking of his belly: he hates having it touched and will whine at you and run away, hiding in some corner for the rest of the day if you try to pet him there

you never see him cleaning himself, but somehow he isn’t dirty

tbh most of the time he just sleeps

but sometimes he wakes up very hyperactive

pls be careful if you play with him then (which is recommended or he’ll use your walls as a cat tree), because chances are he’ll run into something or fall over from how excited he is

sometimes he really seems more like a dog than a cat tbh

bleps a lot

if you take a walk with him in your garden he’ll start digging holes at some point

loves the neighbors’ dog and totally wants to play with it - much to the joy of the dog

again, pls be careful if the dog is big, or this kitty might get himself crushed because he was too busy watching a butterfly instead of the huge dog lying down next to him

if he trusts you he will sometimes come lay in your lap to fall asleep there, and he’ll even enjoy getting his head petted then

but he will drool on you - like a lot

Leedo:

big, loud, annoying

looks like a majestic statue with his thick, long fur when he sits somewhere, completely still except for his slowly swaying tail

greets you loudly when you come home

is especially loud when his food bowl is empty

loves being picked up and will stare up at you and meow until you do so (he’s kinda heavy though)

loves sitting on top of open doors and balances surprisingly well despite his size

sometimes you hear doors loudly slamming shut - that’s when he jumped down and the door closed from the recoil

loves raw meat and will inhale his food if you give him some, but will take a lot longer to finish dry food

likes being scratched under the chin and behind his ears, doesn’t really care to be petted anywhere else, but never ever touch his tail

dislikes kids or overly excited people because in his past he had bad experiences with them

if you’re trying to approach him, always do so carefully, or crouch down and let him come to you, or he will hiss at you and run away

when you first adopted him, he hid away behind the couch for three whole days, and you had to throw him food or he wouldn’t have eaten

very shy around new people, but will get used to you and eventually come to trust you if you give him enough time

loves sleeping on whatever surface you’re trying to do things™

his favorite pastime is rolling around on your keyboard while you’re trying to write someskldfjökajgajq4930t2öjsdgj-asdgja

he also likes playing with the handle of cooking spoons or whatever other kitchen utensil you’re trying to use

will meow loudly if you don’t let him try whatever you’re cooking (even if it’s something he’ll dislike and spit out after chewing on it for a few seconds)

also loves watching clothes in the washing machine and will try to catch the buttons through the glass

snores when in deep sleep

Keonhee:

chubby tabby cat with stripes and huge eyes

white paws, long and fluffy fur

a derp of a cat

constant bleps

put something on his nose and he’ll cross his eyes, staring at it, not moving for up to half a minute

hates the vet (pls save him)

like, whenever you get his box to take him there and you don’t catch him fast enough, he’ll have nyoomed to the farthest corner of your house in the blink of an eye, staring up from a hiding place where nobody can reach him

the only way to get him out of there is to lure him with his favorite food

eats everything and steals the weirdest food, like that one time you were cooking and he stole a tomato from you, having already eaten half of it by the time you could take it away from him - he threw up shortly after that on your carpet

he also likes to steal bread and various other vegetables, and one time you even caught him sticking his nose into a bowl of rice

he goes crazy over poultry and could probably eat a whole turkey within mere minutes, despite not even being half as big as the bird

whines and meows a lot

will wake you up every morning to demand food by meowing loudly and scratching your door

wanting to avoid more scratchmarks on the door, you decided to leave it open a while back

that’s when he woke you up by jumping onto your belly and then getting distracted and starting to play on top of you, claws out and teeth sharpened

since then you’re quite okay with the marks on your door...

has a talent for throwing up furballs in inconvenient places - behind the sofa, on the rug, next to your pillow, on the stove, etc.

but even though he’s weird af, he’s usually a calm kitty who loves sunbaths and belly-rubs more than anything

and food

Hwanwoong:

red stripes and a white belly

very soft fur

super long whiskers

smol and seems cute

is actually a jerk

will come running to you, purring, asking to be petted most of the time when he’s awake

rubs his head and body against your legs with full force, you wouldn’t believe how much strength this lil kitty has

will also beg for food, even if he already had enough for a whole week

however you don’t need to be afraid of overfeeding him, because despite his habit of begging, he’s actually a very picky eater

he loves fish more than anything, and will rarely eat anything else

though he likes popcorn and other snacks that aren’t exactly healthy for cats

he once stole a whole bag of chips and by the time you could catch him, it tore apart and the chips were scattered all over your place

you’re not sure if he ate any of them, but you stressedly put them away in a hurry while he was watching you, purring and treading the ground underneath him

he likes walking on the top shelves in your home, skillfully avoiding any obstacle and careful not to throw anything off

the only time things fall because of him is when he’s pissed about something

then you might come home from an exhausting day and find decorations lying in front of the shelves they’re supposed to be standing on

however, as if nothing happened he will come to greet you, purring, swaying the very end of his tail in a friendly manner

now you better not be tricked by his friendliness, because if you don’t find the reason why he was pissed in the first place and fix it, he will repeat the same procedure the next day

Xion:

a grey cat with really short fur

friendly and very behaved

like he never protest-pees anywhere and isn’t picky about his food, but knows what’s his and what’s his owner’s

will warn you if he doesn’t like being touched atm and will only scratch or bite if you ignore his warnings

bonds well with other cats, dogs, and likes to be around humans too

prefers staying at home and sleeping over strolling through the neighborhood

really he’s the perfect cat and pretty normal

loves sleeping in the dryer when the freshly dried clothes are still inside and warm (but won’t get a lot of hair on them since his fur is so short)

also loves sleeping in your bed, but will move aside when you signal him that you want to sleep

in general he loves warm places and would kill for sunbaths

will sprawl out on the floor when he finds a sunny spot and sleep there

likes watching TV and will try to catch any bird that appears on screen

he’s also very fascinated about fish, and will try to catch those as well if you have an aquarium

but he usually doesn’t have his claws out and will just play with them

if you give him an angry look he’ll immediately get down though and come running to you to rub your legs as a way to apologize

you can teach him simple tricks if you give him fish-flavored snacks as a reward

if you have a fly in your home he will try to catch it, but usually fail because he isn’t really a skilled hunter, as he barely gets any serious practice

doesn’t really like playing much, but sometimes he needs to let out his energy

that’s when he starts playing with your clothes, especially if you’re wearing something baggy or something that has strings or the like attached

but usually you’ll just see him sleeping or chilling somewhere

cleans himself very thoroughly and the procedure will usually take him an hour or more a day

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[clareisa]

You Have Me - Yeo Hwanwoong

Request (requested by @leeseoho-angel):  Hii!! I'm a new but huge fan of your writing! I was wondering if you could do a one-shot for Hwanwoong where he comes home to you sobbing due to the overwhelming stress that comes from school, but it ends in y'all cuddling with each other? Thank you so much, and take care ♡ ♡

A/N: Hello, sweetheart! I’m sorry for waiting... please enjoy

Genre: angst, fluffy fluff

Words: 1k words

- gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please let me kindly know if I did a mistake

The sound of a closing door echoed in your apartment when you came from the institution that caused you so much stress these last days. You were always good with hiding your worries in front of your family or friends. They had no idea. Even your sweet and loving boyfriend didn’t know. He scolded you so many times that you should tell him everything but you still found it hard. 

You slowly took off your shoes and entered the living room with a kitchen. Your bag was thrown somewhere between the wall and table and your body collapsed on the couch. You didn’t even want to think, you wanted to be numb. Your studying plan was too tight for you and the stress coming with that wasn’t helping at all. You didn’t pass your last exam. The worst thing was that you were studying for it so hard ... and nothing. You lost all your enthusiasm when everything, to which you put so much effort, started falling down. You were just looking to the wall and hot tears slowly appeared and fell down your cheeks. You knew it is not an end of everything and you still have a lot of chances but you just needed to let it all out. Soon sobs started going out of your lips and after a couple of seconds, you took the pillow and buried your face into it. The soft material was turning down your loud cries that were heard in your apartment. 

Throught your sobs and cries, you didn’t hear someone unlocking your door and entering your home. The angelic face of your loving boyfriend scrunched in confusion when he heard the strange noises coming from the living room. He slowly and silently walked in and his eyes widened when he saw in what state you were currently in. He saw you sad, he saw you shed some tears... but he never saw you crying this hard that you were almost choking. Slowly he walked to the couch and gently sat next to you. You still didn’t notice his presence next to you so he softly put his palm on your thigh. You jumped from surprise and when you saw Hwanwoong’s worried face you quickly dried your tears and tried to smile. 

“Hey, babe. I didn’t see you there.” you tried to smile but Hwanwoong’s face was telling you that you didn’t fool him. He leaned his head to the side, lifted up his arm and gently wiped off the remaining tears away with the back of his fingers. 

“What happened, angel? I’ve never seen you like this.” you could hear that his voice was shaking. “I...I-” your voice broke and that was the moment when he took your weak form into his embrace and hugged you tightly. With his loving arms around you and his sweet familiar scent hitting your nose your tears formed and uncontrollably were falling down your cheeks once again. He swallowed and kissed the top of your head. He asked you whispering, “Why you didn’t tell me, angel? Why you always do this? Why you suffer alone inside when you have me? If you’ll continue like this it will destroy you in the future. You are not alone. I’m always here for you.” 

“B-but...” you tried to say something but he stopped you. “Not buts, angel. I know you are worried about me and my duties as an idol and singer but that doesn't mean I can’t help you. We have each other and like you are helping me in stressful situations I want to do the same.” he kissed your forehead. “Please, angel. Please, let me finally in. I love you and I know you love me too. Let me help you... It’s breaking my heart seeing you like this.” he said in a worried tone.

He let you cried out everything that has been left in you and after a couple of minutes, you swallowed and was ready to say it all. He was still holding you tightly against his chest while you were telling him all your worries and how ashamed you are that you are crying for such stupid things when people out there have bigger problems. 

“Don’t say that.” he said firmly. You looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?” you asked. “You don’t have to be ashamed. You have a right to be sad and cry over your own struggles. It’s not stupid and I’m glad you finally told me everything.” he sighed. Hwanwoong took your face into his palms, leaned closer and slowly kissed all the tears on your beautiful face away. When he finally kissed your lips you could feel the salty taste but you kissed him back and found safety in a combination of your tears and his strawberry lip balm. When he broke the kiss he caressed your cheek with a smile playing on his lips. “Don’t worry about your studies, angel. You will fix everything since you are a smart and witty woman. If you’ll need help I’m here for you. Clear?” he asked with that gorgeous smile of his. You chuckled and nodded happily. His words and his presence always made you happy. 

“And you know what?” he smiled widely. “I just got a week off. So I’m taking you on vacation.” he winked. You chuckled and lifted your eyebrows. “And where?” He smirked and pecked your lips. “That’s a surprise.” he giggled with you. “But now... we are going to forget about bad things and we are going to cuddle until the next morning. Deal, beautiful?” he asked with a smile. You smiled as well and shook your head. Your hands went around his neck and looked at him up and down, “You know me too well, cutie.” The worst day turned into one of the best days in a very long time. ,

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[muixlac]

an enigma of feelings and emotions. (ravn/hwanwoong)

One shot. Fluff. Light angst with happy ending. 

Yeo Hwanwoong was conflicted.

His own feelings and emotions might as well become the most convoluted puzzle ever. There was an unfathomable feeling within Hwanwoong, but he couldn’t comprehend what it was. Whatever it was, it was stubborn.

What he knew, though—and he was certain of this—was the root cause of all this. And that was none other than Kim Youngjo himself.

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Yeo Hwanwoong was conflicted. 

His own feelings and emotions might as well become the most convoluted puzzle there ever was. There was an unfathomable feeling within Hwanwoong, but he couldn’t comprehend what it was. Whatever it was, it was stubborn. Adamant. It comes back every time he tries to shove it away, in a locked box buried deep within his mind for all he knows. And it bothered him. Like a nagging feeling from deep within his mind. He wasn’t even sure if it was a good kind or a bad kind. It was just… confusing.

What he knew, though—and he was certain of this—was the root cause of all this. The root cause of the chain of events that is this indescribable yet overwhelming feeling, his bewilderment about all this, his irascibility.

The damned Kim Youngjo.

Hwanwoong didn’t believe it at first either. But as more and more evidence compiled itself up against him, he wasn’t given any other choice but to believe it. 

It wasn’t a vivid memory, but Hwanwoong could vaguely recall the first time he noticed this odd feeling of his. It was quite a long time ago, actually, before his group was even called what it is now. Geonhak and Dongju hadn’t joined back then. It was only him, Seoho, Keonhee, and Youngjo. They were practicing for the monthly evaluations in the practice room, Hwanwoong crying out counts with heavy breathing as the screeches of shoes scraping against the wooden floor resonated throughout. During the break, then, as Hwanwoong sat down against the wall to take a big gulp of water, Youngjo rested his head on his thighs.

“Your thighs are now my personal pillow,” he had said, smiling with that greasy smile of his. Hwanwoong remembered not saying anything as a response, which elicited the older man to pinch his cheek. 

If that was any other circumstances, Hwanwoong would’ve cringed and hit Youngjo on the shoulder playfully while laughing. He and Youngjo had always been close, too, so this shouldn’t be out of the norm for the two. Youngjo had always been a touchy person. Not to him only, but also to the other members. So, instead of acting like that was something normal, of course what happened was that he froze. He couldn’t say anything as a response. He was flustered. 

Hwanwoong hated that he could barely act normal around Youngjo because of this. He hated how his face would become increasingly hot whenever Youngjo did so. He hated how his brain would short-circuit whenever Youngjo had his hand on his thigh. Most of all, though, he hated how his stomach would churn like crazy whenever Youngjo told him that he loves him. It didn’t matter whether it was for a game, for the fans, or even off camera. It always happens, and Hwanwoong hated it.

However, he did not, in any way or form, hate Youngjo, even with all this confusing set of events that his older friend unbeknowingly made him go through. Hwanwoong knew Youngjo wasn’t doing this on purpose, as the latter is also touchy to most if not all of the members. But—maybe it was just him—he honestly thought that Youngjo attended to him more than any other members. He wasn’t sure if that was an important factor or not, or whether it was actually true. Nonetheless, that thought struck him once he noticed that Youngjo never asked the other members to sit on his lap or to snuggle with him. 

But perhaps it was just because Youngjo was comfortable with Hwanwoong. Yeah, surely, that was the reason.

Because if it were any other reason, Hwanwoong wouldn’t know how to take it in.

There were a few times when an overwhelming surge of emotions would flood him whenever he saw Youngjo giving any sort of affection towards the other members. Hwanwoong refused to validate these emotions, but one thing he knew was that they weren’t anything good. He could tell it was hostile. A mixture of spite and insecurity of some sort. It happens whenever he sees Youngjo babying Dongju, whenever Youngjo lunges at Geonhak for affection, whenever Youngjo glances at Seoho with a look full of affection, and whenever Youngjo hug-attacks Keonhee from behind. 

To put it simply, Hwanwoong… disliked it.

These convoluted emotions weren't as glaring just a few months ago, despite the fact that they have been bugging him unceasingly. It was as though there was the loud ticking of a clock at the back of his mind, always going tick, tock, tick, tock without him having the ability to habituate to it. Annoying. 

This week, however, it had become immensely obtrusive. So obtrusive, even, that it has inadvertently affected Hwanwoong’s day-to-day mood. Perhaps it was the culminating result of his avoidance towards his emotions. Like a drawer that can barely contain the items it was keeping inside to the point that it is unable to close completely, its insides peeking out through the gap. If the drawer’s owner were to pile more and more items inside, it could probably explode due to overstoring. 

Hwanwoong was treading on thin ice when it comes to his current emotions, but of course he didn’t realize this. He was too busy rejecting his own emotions to notice that they were on the brink of exploding.

Just at the beginning of this week, as they were practicing for their next performance, his lack of emotional control had impelled him to chew out Dongju when the latter placed his feet just on a slightly different angle than it was supposed to be. Dongju was clearly shaken up. The way he stammered out a quiet apology all the while looking down at his fidgeting fingers broke Hwanwoong’s heart.

The others’ eyes on him weren’t of much help either, Youngjo’s especially. Hwanwoong could see them exchange stunned and concerned looks at one another from the studio’s mirror, which only increased his nervousness by a tenfold. Everyone knows that Hwanwoong always puts on his strict dance instructor facade whenever they’re practicing their dance moves, but he never gets worked up, ever. Something was wrong, and they knew it.

Hwanwoong snapped out of his emotional distress almost immediately. He tried to soothe the boy by giving him a pat on the head and a small apology, but this was a futile attempt as Dongju had avoided eye contact with him for the rest of the practice.

They went on to run through their movements for a good few hours before finally stopping. Hwanwoong left the room then, with his water bottle in his hand, unable to cope with the intense discomfort that was hanging in the air of the studio. He was just finishing his drink when Geonhak came through the door and strode up to him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Hwanwoong glanced away, his sight fixed on a spot under a decoration on the wall. “You really don’t waste your time, do you.”

Geonhak’s lips twitched. “I don’t know what you’re going through right now, but Dongju didn’t deserve that. He was really taken aback, you know.”

“I know,” Hwanwoong said. Then, after a sigh, again he said, “I know… I’m sorry. To Dongju, you, and the others. My emotions went wild, I guess.”

The sincerity in Hwanwoong’s voice pushed the anger away from Geonhak’s features. He crossed his arms, saying, “Woong… If something’s bothering you, you should tell us. It’s only gonna get worse if you keep hiding things.”

“I know.”

“We’ve all been together for more than a few years now, and we’ll also be together for more than a few years too. You should know that it’s necessary for us to have each other’s back every time, whether it be for physical or mental problems.”

“I know.”

“Hwanwoong.” Geonhak stressed his name with such sternness that it unwittingly stirred the insides of Hwanwoong’s stomach. “You’re only gonna hurt more people if you keep on being like this. And that’s not gonna be good for our group. Camaraderie is the most important thing for groups like us.”

Hwanwoong bit his lips. His grip on his water bottle was tighter than before, so tight that it began to shake just slightly.

Of course he knew all of that. All of what Geonhak just said—he knew that more than anyone else. He knew that his inability to identify and describe his own feelings and emotions would sooner or later hurt his friends. But what could he do? His lack of emotional control was the one warping his mind and thoughts, and on top of it all, his pride was preventing him from opening up to his friends. It was even harder to vent to his friends when one of them was actually the cause of all of his pent up feelings and emotions. It was painful—his own awareness knew of all of these things, yet he had no control over them.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Hwanwoong said after a while, his voice heavy and tired. “I don’t think I’m ready to tell what’s bothering me. Later, maybe, but not now.”

He knew Geonhak was disappointed at this, proven by the disapproving frown etched across his lips, but he was sure he’d understand.

“Okay, then. That’s alright. Just make sure this doesn’t happen again, okay? Try to control your emotions,” Geonhak chided as warmly as he could. “Come find me if you need anything.”

Hwanwoong merely hummed and nodded. He was too restless to talk to anyone at the moment, so he excused himself and made his way to his room. It was a good thing they didn’t have any other schedule for today. Hwanwoong could have the rest of the day all to himself in the comfort of his own bed, pondering over his guilt about what had happened earlier and how to solve the conundrum that is his own feelings.

The next day, the six of them had a schedule to record for their next performance. As usual, it took a bit more effort to wake Hwanwoong up compared to the others, as told by Seoho. It took him a full hour to shower and prepped his skin, though soon he then found himself sitting on the sofa behind the assigned producer for this song.

Just before he sat down, though, a painful decision immediately presented itself to Hwanwoong. Since he was the last one to come thanks to his habit of oversleeping, the spots on the sofa were all occupied except one at the one side of the sofa, right beside Youngjo. Hwanwoong chewed on the bottom of his lips. He didn’t want to sit there, except maybe if he wanted his soul to leave his body. He refused to deal with his feelings today. Yesterday was traumatizing enough, with how he shouted at Dongju for no reason because of his stupid impulsivity, followed by him being chided by Geonhak.

Embarrassing.

The empty spot was the nearest one from the door where Hwanwoong was standing, so when his feet brought himself to the other end of the sofa where it was the furthest from the door, Geonhak—who was sitting there with one hand on the armrest—looked up with eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. The look he gave to Hwanwoong was stern; eyes narrow and lips a straight line. It wasn’t quite visible for the others to notice, but just enough to tell Hwanwoong that he hadn’t forgotten about what’d happened yesterday.

“Wanna sit. Move your hand away.”

Geonhak raised an eyebrow. “On the armrest?”

“Yeah, duh.”

A slight trace of suspicion lingered across Geonhak’s countenance, but he did as told anyway. Not wasting any time, Hwanwoong took his share of the printed papers containing the lyrics of the song on the table and propped himself on the armrest.

Keonhee was the first one to go inside the booth to record. Hwanwoong would be the third after Dongju, as decided through rock-paper-scissors just a minute earlier. As he waited for his turn, Hwanwoong had his eyes glued onto the papers on his hand. Hwanwoong had a habit of concentrating a little bit too much, especially when there’d be a chance of embarrassing himself in front of a group of people by failing something. He was a perfectionist when it came to his performances. He would go as far as to block out his surroundings just to make sure he wouldn’t make a mistake later on.

While he was humming along to the imaginary tune of the song, a pair of eyes glanced over. Hwanwoong hadn't noticed Geonhak’s eyes spying on him. Its attention soon changed to the oldest member sitting furthest from them.

Something clicked in Geonhak’s head.

He nodded to himself. The pieces of puzzle were now complete and the picture it’d produced was as clear as the day. Geonhak had merely speculated, of course, but he had faith in his own deduction.

Geonhak came up with an idea. This problem of Hwanwoong certainly wasn’t going to be solved by itself, considering how his younger friend was dealing with it. What made the whole situation more complicated was that the antecedent himself had no clue that all of this was happening in the first place.

A third party had to step in, obviously.

Meanwhile, Hwanwoong’s train of thought was interrupted as he realized that Seoho was done with his session. He made his way to the booth then, placing his papers on the sheet music stand. After adjusting the mic to his height and wearing the headphones, he looked up to the other side of the room to give the producer the OK—only to see Youngjo smiling brightly at him, his fingers a form of a heart. Good luck, he mouthed.

Hwanwoong's heart skipped a beat.

There it was again. That strange feeling. Hwanwoong could feel his cheeks heating up once again, as usual whenever Youngjo does any kind of affection towards him. He pressed his lips together and glanced away. He didn't want to repeat yesterday's event. He also didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of someone he barely knew, especially if that person was in charge of their music. Hence, Hwanwoong merely responded with a feeble smile, and as he didn't want to deal with Youngjo anymore, he gave the producer a thumbs up to tell him to proceed.

The whole recording session lasted for about three more hours before they were let go. All six of them trudged back to their dorms with the apparent layer of fatigue coating the whole group. Despite that, they were still messing around with each other and throwing jabs here and there, especially with how Geonhak’s voice cracked in the middle of his recording earlier. 

Hwanwoong wasn’t participating in the banter though. His mind was anywhere but there; demeanor pensive and unheeding. He was mulling over how he wasn’t as good as he’d expected earlier. His vocal chords had given up by the end of his session, so the producer told him to rest and that they’ll continue to polish Hwanwoong’s lines on the session two days after this.

Keonhee suggested a movie night, which the others acquiescently agreed to, including Hwanwoong. When the coping mechanisms he usually uses had failed him in times like these, he might as well vicariously immerse himself in another’s perfect life and adventure.

As soon as they’d gotten back to their dorms, Seoho, Keonhee, and Dongju raced as quickly as possible to the sofa. This was due to the deal the six of them made the first time they did a movie night—the first one to go sit on the sofa will be given the opportunity to pick the movie. 

Keonhee, the one who initially proposed the suggestion to watch for tonight, had won. With a grin on his face and the other two slumped at his sides, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

“There’s this movie I wanna watch. Been wanting to go see it, but there hasn’t been any time, especially with how packed our schedules are,” Keonhee had said as he scrolled through the catalog, eyes squinting in search for the movie he was talking about.

Dongju frowned when Keonhee finally picked his movie. “‘Ready or Not’? Seriously? Isn’t there anything better to watch?”

“Hey, I like horror, okay! And tonight is just the perfect night for that, with all of us present, y’know.”

“I don’t mind,” Seoho chimed in. “Why, is our maknae scaaaredddd?” 

While Dongju bent himself across an amused Keonhee to get a bite of a terror-stricken Seoho, Hwanwoong, Youngjo, and Geonhak began to take a seat on what was left of the remaining seats. Geonhak was about to sit on the remaining seat of the sofa that Keonhee, Dongju, and Seoho were in, but Hwanwoong abruptly butted him away by kicking him lightly on the shins. He sat on it afterwards, a victorious smile on his face.

“Woong, what the hell—” 

“First come, first serve,” Hwanwoong grinned mischievously. 

Although from the outside it’d seemed like Hwanwoong stole Geonhak's just to take the piss out of him, in reality it was because if Geonhak were to sit there, he'd have to sit with Youngjo on the two-seater sofa.

Nope. Anything but that.

“I’ll start the film, ‘kay?” said Keonhee, and the others, synchronized, answered, “Yeeeeees.” 

And with a press of a button, the movie started.

The premise was an interesting one, as Keonhee had explained as the opening scene played. Geonhak shushed him then as the action escalated, though once the opening scene had ended, Keonhee talked again. This time, Dongju threw a pillow at him.

"The aunt's so creepy," Seoho commented.

"Maybe she's hiding something," Youngjo added. "Like a dark past, or something."

"You think it's gonna be that cliché?"

"I mean, it's kinda obvious, isn't it?"

It was more or less fifteen minutes into the movie when the plot began to escalate. Keonhee and Seoho were leaning forward, eyes fixed on the movie as though their lives depended on it. Dongju was hugging his knees, looking at the TV through it with his eyebrows furrowed. Geonhak also looked immersed—Hwanwoong swore he'd heard a gasp come out of his older friend's mouth when the main protagonist had her first encounter with the enemy.

There was Youngjo, too. Hwanwoong did not realize this, but his attention had been sidetracked by the oldest. He watched the other closely; from how he flinched when a jumpscare ensued, how he chuckled when a funny bit took place, to how his eyes gradually began to droop as the clock ticked closer to midnight.

Hwanwoong took a pillow from between him and Dongju and hugged it tightly until it covered his blood-rushed face. It happened again. It always does whenever he thinks of Youngjo, or whenever Youngjo is of close proximity, or whenever Youngjo gives him any kind of affection.

Just… Youngjo. Youngjo's own existence does things to Hwanwoong. And he hated it. For the love of god, he'd do anything to get rid of these intricate feelings so that he'd never have to feel them again.

Before long, Youngjo stood up, placing back the pillow he'd hugged onto the sofa. Hwanwoong averted his glance almost immediately back to the screen, displaying a poor interpretation of acting as though he hadn't been staring at and analyzing him for the past twenty minutes.

"Gonna go to the toilet, be right back," he said as he left the room.

"'Kaaay," Seoho responded.

Hwanwoong was sure only a couple of seconds had passed—okay, a full minute maybe, but it hadn't been that long since Youngjo went to the bathroom when Geonhak also stood up and muttered "bathroom" before striding off. No one paid much attention to him, though, as the plot was becoming more and more exhilarating as it went on.

Hwanwoong, too, was fully immersed like the others. His nails had become an abysmal form from chewing on it too much as to release tension. His eyes were fixed onto the screen; the only thing in his head was his hope for the protagonist's fate. As the others were chirping about comments of the movie, Hwanwoong joined in too. His nose scrunched and he hissed when one of the enemies had successfully maimed the protagonist. 

It had seemed like Youngjo had completely slipped off his thoughts. His head that was previously filled with an assortment of puzzling feelings and emotions—all gone. Like a messy room that was finally being cleaned by its owner. What comes next? A sense of peace, perhaps. Hwanwoong smiled. During this time, things didn't seem so bad at all.

Someone's arms wrapped themselves around him.

Hwanwoong froze.

"Boo!" Youngjo's voice resonated in Hwanwoong's ears.

“Huh—” 

Blood rushed onto Hwanwoong's cheeks. His heartbeat picked up its pace from how he could literally feel Youngjo's breathing against his neck. His stomach felt as though it just did a backflip.

Hwanwoong frantically struggled to get out of Youngjo’s arms as though they were boiling. A couple of seconds later, he was out—followed by a thump of palm against cheek.

It felt like time had frozen. Every single muscle of Hwanwoong's body froze. No one spoke a word—their widened eyes expressed a lot, though. The sound of the movie had stopped; maybe Keonhee paused it. Hwanwoong didn't know, he didn't see. The only thing he could focus on right now was his hand, stinging from the contact earlier. His heart might as well as jump out of his chest with how hard it was pounding. His every veins pounded, like hammers whacking against his head again and again and again.

“Woong…?” Hwanwoong didn’t know who said that nor did he care about responding. He was mortified. The worst had actually happened right in front of everyone. This was a nightmare. Hwanwoong stood there, breathing heavily, sweating; basking in the bewildered stares of his friends.

And Youngjo. Oh, Youngjo. His face was a canvas painted with hurt, his cheek red from his impulsive slap. Hwanwoong wanted to cry then and there. This was the last thing he'd wanted to happen. There was no rescue from this embarrassment. The memory would be seared into everyone's head forever, and their friendship would never be the same.

So, he ran. He ran to his room and slammed the door shut.

The moment Hwanwoong crashed onto the bed, tears burst forth, spilling down to his cheeks and onto his pillow. Painful sobs filled the room, its echoes like a fingernail running down a blackboard. Everything was crumbling away—his pride, his friendship, his career—all because of his ego. His refusal to admit that he had fallen completely and utterly in love with Kim Youngjo.

After all, Hwanwoong wasn't stupid. It wasn’t like he was an innocent boy who has never gone through any romantic relationships. Teenage year was full of that—hormonal, immature adolescents looking for romance, acting as though they’d grasped the real meaning of love from just watching drama and movies. He’d gone through it, like everybody else.

He knew it all along. His feelings for Youngjo… Hwanwoong wouldn’t go as far as to call it love per se, but every single of Youngjo’s touch, the way his eyes sparkle with affection whenever he smiles at Hwanwoong, how he just emits a sense of comfortableness that not only Hwanwoong, but the other members also love… 

Stupid, stupid Hwanwoong.

If he wasn’t so in denial, things wouldn’t have gone this bad.

A knock from the door broke Hwanwoong out of his reverie. The voice that followed suit made him abruptly sit straight up, eyes wide and chagrined.

“Woong, are you okay? Can I come in?” Youngjo’s muffled voice said behind the door.

Hwanwoong stayed silent for a moment, thinking, before saying, “Come in.”

Their eyes met for the first time in a while. Youngjo’s eyebrows were furrowed, concern painted upon his countenance. The state Hwanwoong was in didn’t help either—hair disheveled, eyes puffy and red and wet, and the same goes for his cheeks. Hwanwoong looked away almost immediately. He wiped his eyes, refusing to look into the other’s eyes.

“Bet I look horrible,” Hwanwoong chuckled in disdain.

Youngjo didn’t respond. Instead, he took a few steps forward and made himself at home on the seat adjacent to Hwanwoong’s dresser. Hwanwoong watched him closely from the corner of his eyes.

“I know something’s been bothering you, Woong. You’re not exactly the best liar around here.”

Hwanwoong pressed his lips together. He couldn’t back off now. Things were already bad as it is, and the only one who could mend it was him.

As a response, he only hummed.

Youngjo sighed. “From the looks of it, it seems like I’m the one causing you to be like this. Right? Am I wrong?”

“Not… necessarily.”

“No?”

Hwanwoong hugged his knees. As he spoke, his lower jaw trembled from resisting his sobs, “I’m the one causing this. Not you. None of this is your fault, hyung. Don’t… don’t blame yourself.”

Youngjo looked absolutely devastated. “Woong… Do you know how much it kills me to see you like this? I hate that I can’t do anything to help you—not to mention you’ve been avoiding me. Tell me, Woong.”

And just like that, Hwanwoong broke down again. This time when Youngjo reached out to hold his hand, he didn’t flinch away. Instead, he accepted it, and it was the most wonderful feeling he’d ever felt. A sense of relief washed through him and he felt peaceful. It was as though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

His ego had made him think that the only one suffering from this was him and him only, but truthfully, other people were also affected. If he hadn’t been so egocentric, Youngjo and Geonhak and Dongju wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

Youngjo waited patiently, rubbing circles on the younger one’s palms, while Hwanwoong was trying to calm himself down. Eventually his tears stopped and his lips ceased from trembling. He took a deep breath, drawing up any kind of courage he had left within him to assist him with the next few explanations he owed Youngjo. Nodding to himself, he began to talk.

“I… I think I like you, hyung.”

Hwanwoong glanced at the other from the corner of his eyes, expecting some kind of reaction from the other man, but there was nothing. Not even an ounce of surprise nor uneasiness. Youngjo’s face was blank.

“No—Not I think. I do like you, hyung. Very much.” Hwanwoong’s sentence ended with a bit of a quiver. Not love, no. It’s not that deep, yet.

The warmth of Youngjo’s hand on his own sent a sense of serenity down Hwanwoong’s body. He would be lying if he said he disliked it. 

The older man didn’t respond, so Hwanwoong took it as a cue for him to continue. “I don’t know when or where it started. But, um… You know how I have recently been avoiding being touched by you? Your skinship or whatever. Or that I’ve been avoiding you altogether?”

Hwanwoong watched the older man closely. He hummed.

“I, well… It’s because, um, you—ahh, how do I say it…” To Hwanwoong right now, trying to find the right words that could do your feelings justice was like trying to fit yourself in a shirt that is considerably smaller than you. It was impossible.

“Take your time, Woong. We have all the time in the world right now.” The smile that followed Youngjo’s words sent another wave of courage into Hwanwoong. “I know it’s hard to put what you’re feeling into words.”

Hwanwoong nodded. “Um, yeah. So, anyways—it’s because, um—” Despite Youngjo’s pep talk, his stammers remained. He pushed, nonetheless, forcing himself to speak up. “—Basically, you make me crazy, hyung.”

A hint of a smile crept across Youngjo’s features, but it left as fast as it appeared. 

“This is seriously embarrassing for me to say so l-listen up because I’m not gonna say it twice,” Hwanwoong stammered. He took a deep breath before carrying on, “Just… It’s hard to control myself when you keep… keep on being so close to me. T-Touching me so affectionately, holding my hand almost every time, no matter if we’re out on a show or inside the company… Lying on me like it doesn’t give me butterflies everytime. Saying you love me so nonchalantly like it doesn’t give me any false hope that you actually mean it in, um, more than a—a platonic way…”

Tears threatened to spill once again as his voice began to waver. Youngjo seemed to notice this, because his grip on Hwanwoong’s hand tightened.

“On top of it all, I don’t want to ruin, um—our friendship. I don’t want our relationship to be ruined. The fact that our relationship with each other also functions as an integral part of the group’s success isn’t helping either. If our friendship is ruined, the group’s, um, what is it—charm? Charisma? Whatever. What I’m trying to say is that if our friendship changes for the worst just because of some stupid feelings that I develop towards you, then the impact will not only damage our relationship, but our group as a whole.”

Hwanwoong was panting the moment he finished. All of those sentences had been uttered out under a single minute and it didn’t even dawn upon him. Youngjo, on the other hand, pulled back in his seat. He crossed his arms and Hwanwoong swore he could hear the mechanical whirs from within his head with how thoughtful he looked. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from,” Youngjo nodded. 

At this point, Hwanwoong was more than a little bit perplexed. Why is Youngjo reacting so calmly? Isn’t he surprised? Why isn’t he responding to the fact that Hwanwoong, like, liked him?

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Hwanwoong blurted out before he could stop himself.

Youngjo cocked his head to the side, eyebrows raised. “I want to listen to your whole perspective first before saying mine. I want to understand why you’ve been acting like you’ve been for the past few days,” he said. “If you want some sort of vulnerability from me, Woong, I can tell you that I was hurt seeing as you’d avoided me all week.”

Hwanwoong cursed at himself.

“Do you still want to continue?”

Hwanwoong nodded. “That’s why I became so avoidant with my own feelings. I was in denial. I didn’t want to acknowledge that I fell—um, had feelings for you. Romantic ones. I guess because of that I became so pissy, like how I shouted at Dongju.”

“Dongju was so shaken back then.”

“Yeah… I felt so bad.” Hwanwoong sighed. “Anyways… I suppose I unconsciously made my anger a temporary protection from my own real feelings and emotions. Well, I knew that, but… I couldn’t stop myself.”

A suffocating silence followed suit the moment Hwanwoong stopped his rambles. He took this time to compose himself, to take a deep breath and wipe off any remaining dry tears sticking on his cheeks. He caught a glimpse of Youngjo while doing so, and all of the fondness Hwanwoong had toward the older man that he previously had hidden deep within his consciousness came back all at once. 

This was one of the reasons Hwanwoong fell in love with him. Youngjo’s affectionate upbringing was a nice addition for sure, but his deep consideration and attentiveness for others were honestly the most attractive part about him, in the opinion of Hwanwoong. Exactly like this moment—the way he had been listening to Hwanwoong rambles as if his words were music, even though they were one step closer to be deemed as incoherent. He loved it. Hwanwoong loved Youngjo.

“Is there something on my face?” Youngjo’s words snapped Hwanwoong out of his reverie, and he panicked.

“Oh! No, no, uh… Nothing. It’s… nothing,” Hwanwoong stuttered. “A-Anyways, I think I’m done.”

“Oh, okay.” Youngjo repositioned himself in his seat. He was silent for a couple of moments, collecting his thoughts perhaps.

“You know, I was about to say that you’re the densest person I’ve ever known, but then again I’m also at fault here since it never really crossed my mind that me doing all that would cause such a reaction out of you.” Youngjo scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile crossed his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

Huh?

Hwanwoong blinked, dumbfounded.

He was about to go on a rant about how things weren’t Youngjo’s fault and that he shouldn’t blame himself, but after processing every single word that the older man had said, Hwanwoong couldn’t help but malfunction.

As if sensing his bewilderment, Youngjo took both of Hwanwoong’s hands into a gentle grip and sent him the fondest look he’d ever received from someone. At that moment, his cheeks became warm for the umpteenth time.

“Haven’t you realized that the feelings are mutual, Woong?” Youngjo said, and Hwanwoong wanted to scream.

With his hands over his mouth, Hwanwoong blurted out, “—Shut up.”

Youngjo raised his eyebrows. “Woong?”

Hwanwoong’s hands travelled up to his face, covering it completely. Behind that, he dissolved into laughter, one that was afflicted and painful to hear. Youngjo’s attempt to get him to talk remained disregarded as he kept on shaking with laughter. Not long after that, though, the laughter was replaced by subtle sobs.

“Hyung, please tell me you’re joking.”

Youngjo knitted his eyebrows. “I’m not. I’ve liked you ever since… Well, I don’t know either, to be honest, but I do. Something about you makes me comfortable, Woong. I feel at home when you’re around.”

Hwanwoong couldn’t even describe what he was feeling at the moment. He was angry, euphoric, confused—like incongruous ingredients being mixed into a cauldron of utter nonsense, stirred and fused together until they form an indistinguishable blob of feelings and emotions.

He wanted to be angry at Youngjo for not telling him upfront that he liked him, but he could understand it better than anyone else why Youngjo didn’t. It was probably for the same reason why Hwanwoong avoided acknowledging his own feelings; it was because he was afraid. But Youngjo dealt with his own feelings by projecting them into affection, unlike Hwanwoong who projected them into animosity.

“I was also afraid, Hwanwoong. The possibility of our friendship being destroyed by just some petty romantic feelings was too high, and I couldn’t risk it. So my brain told me to hide it. But I’m naturally a very affectionate person, you know that, right? So… yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were also… y’know.”

Next thing he knew, Hwanwoong’s limbs were moving by themselves. His hands wrapped themselves around Youngjo, so tightly that if it were any tighter, he was sure Youngjo would’ve begun choking. 

Hwanwoong’s whole body was shaking. Like a dam that’d just been broken, ceaseless tears began to stream down his face. His silent wail was muffled against Youngjo’s shoulder, and it intensified once the other started to apply gentle pats on Hwanwoong’s back.

“Hey, hey, now, why are you crying again?” Youngjo laughed, but a faint crack could be heard at the end of his sentence. “Everything’s fine now. You don’t need to suppress your emotions anymore. Oh—but that’s more reason to cry, huh? Well then, cry your heart out, Woong.”

Those simple yet effective words sent a wave of butterflies coursing through Hwanwoong’s veins, easing the whimpers that had overtaken him before. By the time the two broke the hug, Hwanwoong’s snivels were mostly alleviated, though a few sniffles had escaped from his lips. He was still shaking too—from his shoulders to the tip of his fingertips. 

Youngjo brought his hand up to Hwanwoong’s hair, ruffling with it. “It’s okay now. Everything’s been sorted out. Well, except if you still have some more things to say?”

“No,” Hwanwoong shook his head, but something struck his mind immediately. “Oh, um—can I ask you something?”

“Sure, ask away.”

“Why do you, ah, like me?”

Youngjo blinked. He hummed for a short while, cocking his head to the side as he did so. Hwanwoong waited, watching the other cautiously with squinted eyes.

“I like a lot of things about you. It’s mainly because you’re absolutely adorable, though.” The shit-eating grin that followed Youngjo’s words made Hwanwoong want to punch him.

“Oh, come on! I’m serious!” Hwanwoong pouted, playfully hitting the other’s chest.

“Okay, okay! Well, where do I start? I love how passionate you are about dancing, first of all. Or maybe just your passion in general. I love how you always put your best when it comes to things, even ones that you don’t necessarily like.” Youngjo paused for a moment, then continued, grinning again, “And your smile. I love your smile a lot.”

Which only drew another playful punch to the chest from Hwanwoong. “Cheesy.”

“Hey! I’m being serious here!”

This time, Hwanwoong didn’t respond. Instead, he buried his face against Youngjo’s chest, withholding the fact that his face was beet red. So much has happened for the past few days. The humiliation, the anger, the melancholy—those things seemed so out of reach now, specifically with how everything had turned out in the end.

It felt unreal. This seemed too good to be true.

“Woong?” Youngjo called out, lifting Hwanwoong’s chin so that he would face the other.

“So what happens now?”

“Huh?”

“What happens now, now that our feelings are mutual? Are we going to date? But we can’t, right? Dating another member of your group is just… unspoken of. Right?”

With the same amount of warmthness he retained upon his smile, along with the soft caresses of his thumb against Hwanwoong’s cheek, Youngjo asked, “Do you want to date?”

Hwanwoong thought about it for a while. “No… Not right now. Commitment’s too scary for me. I don’t want to be too fast with relationships—I don’t want to ruin us.”

Youngjo nodded appreciatively, but he failed to hide the dejection that was apparent in his eyes. “I get it. I agree, too, to be honest.” There was a pause again. Youngjo was thinking. “What do you think about taking things slowly?”

Hwanwoong blinked. “Taking things slowly?”

“Yeah, like… We’ll be together, but not together… There’s a word for it, but I forgot…”

An amused chuckle left the younger’s lips. “Not labelling ourselves?”

“Yeah! That’s it. What do you think?” Youngjo asked. “Oh, but it’s seriously okay if you don’t want to. No pressure.”

The thought of he and Youngjo holding hands while smiling at each other crossed Hwanwoong’s mind almost immediately. The two of them have always been considered to be as thick as thieves by the other members, more so than any other pair within the group, so if they were to be more affectionate than before, it wouldn’t be really that out of place.

On top of everything else, though, to be able to call Youngjo his without feeling awful or guilty, and to have Youngjo call him his… Other than a first win on a music show, Hwanwoong couldn’t think of any better sensation,

It took him quite a while to make up his mind, but eventually, Hwanwoong nodded, albeit meekly. “Yeah. Sure. Doesn’t sound too bad.”

The astounded look Youngjo’s face consequently gave off was close to out of character, if it weren’t for the fact that Hwanwoong had seen that expression before a lot of times. Under different circumstances, of course.

“Oh, r-really? Um, I didn’t expect you to say that,” Youngjo stammered as he scratched his nape.

“Yeah. Why? Do you not want to?” At this point, Hwanwoong was expecting the worst of the worst, honestly.

Youngjo frantically waved his hands. “No! Well, yes—ugh, I mean, I want that too.” His mouth twitched as though he was holding back a huge grin, but his eyes could never lie. “I’m ecstatic, Woong, if you can’t tell. I can’t believe my feelings are mutual…?”

For the first time in a while, Hwanwoong genuinely laughed. “Yeah, I relate to that on a spiritual level.”

And then they were silent again. Hwanwoong noticed how Youngjo was fidgeting though. He played with his fingers and his eyes were darting back and forth from who knows where and to what. Hwanwoong was about to ask what was wrong, but was defeated by their eyes meeting abruptly once again.

“—Can I kiss you?”

Hwanwoong’s response was almost automatic. “Yeah.”

And their lips met. The kiss wasn’t anything impressive, no tongue or exchange of saliva like those romantic movies usually make it. It was just a slight peck on the lips, but it was enough to send tingling shivers down Hwanwoong’s spine. They pulled away as quickly as they kissed, nevertheless Hwanwoong’s pulses were already racing.

Youngjo seemed to be as embarrassed as he was. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were sparkling like he’d just seen fireworks. The crimson painted across his cheeks drew laughter out of Hwanwoong. “You’re so cute, hyung.”

Youngjo only smiled. “Do I need to give you a mirror, Woong?”

Hwanwoong rolled his eyes. “Ugh, does this mean I have to deal with your greasiness every second of the day?”

“Guess so! Make sure you’re up for it because I’m gonna be greasier than before just to annoy you.”

“Uuuugh.”

Hwanwoong was glad that they could exchange banters again without worrying about one another’s feelings anymore. This outcome was the outcome that he least expected, but he contentedly welcomed it nonetheless. To be able to touch and be touched by Youngjo without feeling awful to himself, added with the fact that Youngjo was his and he was Youngjo’s—it was as though Hwanwoong was dreaming with his eyes open.

“Y’know—we should thank Geonhak,” Youngjo said after enveloping the other into his arms.

Hwanwoong looked up at the other, confused. “Geonhak? Why?”

“He was the first one to notice that you were being like that because of me. He told me in the toilet earlier. He also told me to do something to you in order to, in his words, ‘evoke some kind of reaction out of you’.”

As he snuggled closer to Youngjo, Hwanwoong pouted. “I wanna be annoyed at him for deliberately playing with my emotions, but I also can’t because the end result isn’t bad.”

“You can tell Dongju to bite him tomorrow as revenge,” Youngjo suggested, a sly smile creeping upon his countenance.

“Mhmm,” Hwanwoong hummed, closing his eyes. “I’ll do that.”

Youngjo raised an eyebrow. “Are you gonna go to sleep? What about the movie?”

“It’s probably finished by now. Even if we joined, we probably missed quite a lot. Besides, I’m tired.” Hwanwoong shrugged. “If you wanna join them, it’s fine. Just… accompany me until I sleep.”

Youngjo’s characteristic smile appeared once again. “Okay. I’ll do that.”

It didn’t take long for Hwanwoong to drift off to dreamland. Youngjo called out to him a few times, but no response was given. Perhaps he was imagining things, but there seemed to be a ghost of a smile left upon the sleeping boy’s face. He must’ve been exhausted, Youngjo thought sympathetically. 

He carefully stepped out of the bed. As he tiptoed to the door, he glanced at the clock at the wall. Half past twelve. The movie hadn’t finished just yet, and he could still hear the others’ ruckus from the common room.

“Sleep well, Woong,” Youngjo whispered softly as he turned off the light, before making his way over to join the others.

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TIME (ONEUS FANTASY AU)

Amber's POV

I closed the door and looked down to my watch to see that it is already 8:30 AM. The coffee shop I am working at is a 25-minute walking distance from my apartment. I quickly rushed down the stairs and exited the place. My shift starts at 9 AM and ends at 5:30 PM. The shop isn't that big nor too small and the salary is just enough to pay the bills and to keep some on the bank.

I glanced at my watch and it reads 8:50, looks like I'm a bit early today. The only thing left to do is to cross the street. I am waiting for the walk signal to flash the go signal when I felt someone bumped into me and pushed me to the pedestrian crossing. I looked to my back to see that the person is hurrying, maybe late for work but as soon as I looked to my side I met a blinding light before it faded into darkness.

——

I opened my eyes and a white room welcomed my sight. Where am I? I sat up and saw my brother sitting on the couch with his head held down. Did I fell asleep? What happened? I can't really remember what happened a while ago. My eyes searched for a clock and it says 4:50 PM. Was I asleep for too long? Beside my bed is an ECG monitor meaning I'm on a hospital.

"You're awake! Thank goodness, I was really worried!" My brother walked up to me.

"Why am I here? What happened?" I asked.

"You were involved in a car accident this morning. I was really worried when the doctor called me and told me what had happened. How are you feeling now?"

"I think I'm okay, except my whole body hurts."

"Do you want to eat anything?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Here, have water instead." My brother handled me the water before continuing, "I'll go talk to the doctor so you can now go home, just wait here."

"Sure."

— (timeskip) —

"Amber! Amber!" "Amber!"

I hear a faint voice calling for me. But I can't tell if it belongs to a girl or a boy. Curiously, I followed the voice only to see nothing but darkness, not until I heard the voice again.

"AMBER!"

My eyes shot open and I sat up from my bed. What was that? Such a weird dream. My eyes caught a golden hourglass on the table which seems to emit light. I rubbed my eyes to see if it is just an imagination but it isn't. I stood up and went over to it.

I examined the hourglass carefully looking at its intricate and beatiful design. The sand inside are of into mixed different colors: silver, pink and sky blue. It was extremely beautiful and breathtaking to look at.

"Did my brother put this here? Was it a gift from him? Hmm.."

I looked up to my clock and it struck 11:11 PM. Time to go to bed again. I took a step towards my bed but I felt a strong wind blowing against my back. I turn around and saw the hourglass emitting blue light and floating from the table, it is flipping fast for several times that I can't count how many flips it did anymore. Streaks of light are coming from the floor and when I looked down, I saw a hole gradually getting bigger and bigger.

"What the hell?! What is happening?!"

The hole became very big and the hourglass is flipping crazily while the wind below is blowing harshly. I was about scream help until I fell to the white hole.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

-END OF CHAPTER-

[A/N: Yay!! I finally posted the prologue, forgive me this chapter is kinda short but don't worry, the next chapters will be longer and also, updates will be every friday!]

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“Look at you,” Hwanwoong chuckled and plucked a leaf from your hair. “How can I leave the council when I have a careless replacement?”

You rolled your eyes at the current student council president and fixed your hair. “Leaves fall and land wherever they want.”

“You have a temper too.“ He laughed and slung his arm over your shoulders.

Your heart lurched in your chest. You hate that it’s something he usually do but you always... always get so nervous and happy.

“Get your arm off me,” you mumbled but did not do anything to push his arms off.

He ignored you and continued walking toward the school gate. “I’m starting to have second thoughts about leaving the council to you,” he joked.

‘Then don’t leave,’ you wanted to say. But you know telling that would do nothing. Yeo Hwanwoong is a year ahead of you. In a few months, he would be graduating and attending college in some other university. On the other hand, you would stay here for another year, taking over his position since you’re currently the vice president and no other student is interested.

The truth is, the position and the workload don’t matter much to you. You’ve been in the student council for years and you’ve been able to maintain good grades. You also have some other friends in the council.

It’s just that a year without Hwanwoong feels so wrong. Not being able to see him at the bus stop every morning, meet him at the council room, and walk home with him make your heart hurt. At first, you thought it was simply because Hwanwoong is the longest friend you have. At some point, you realized that he’s more to you than a friend.

But you’ll never tell him that.

“I’ll walk you home,” Hwanwoong said.

It’s been weeks since Hwanwoong graduated. You did not attend his graduation but you congratulated him and even gave him some gift. You also met a few times after that to discuss some things about the council. Today was one of those few times.

“Okay.”

It wasn’t really necessary. The café you just came from is your usual meeting place. It is almost exactly in the middle of your house and his. You two were supposed to go to separate directions but as usual, Hwanwoong would walk you home.

The walk was full of casual conversations. He teased you every now and then. You glared at him as often as he laughed.

You were halfway home when he said, “I’ll be going to my university dorm tomorrow.“

You stopped walking and whipped your head toward him. “Tomorrow? Already?” You did not even try to conceal the shock from your voice.

His eyes lit with amusement just like how it always did when he’s about to tease you. “Yes.”

You stared at him and felt your heart dropped. You weren’t prepared for the fact that this day will be the last time you’ll see him in a long time. He chuckled and pulled your arm but you stood frozen.

“Tomorrow?” You asked again softly.

He opened his mouth to say something—to probably tease you, but the amusement in his eyes dimmed at something he saw on your face. “Yeah. Tomorrow morning.”

“Okay,” you whispered. You took a deep breath to ease your tightening chest.

Hwanwoong did not say anything but still held on to your arm. Your eyes suddenly watered, making you look away. Although you tried your best not to think about it, you couldn’t help but imagine how it would be like without him. You weren’t really his best friend nor was he yours but you were close. And he was special to you. You had worked together for a long time. Went home together for a long time.

And now, that long time is suddenly cut short.

“Okay,” you repeated but this time, your voice broke.

Without saying anything, Hwanwoong pulled you to him. His arm embraced you in your shoulders and his hand gently patted your back. Your tears fell but you kept your lips shut tightly, refusing any sob to come out.

You stayed like that for a moment.

Then, he suddenly said, “I think you misunderstood me.”

You froze in his embrace. Your tears immediately stopped from flowing. And a weird feeling that he’s about to say something bad came over you.

“What do you mean?” You asked slowly.

He cleared his throat and the bad feeling intensified. “I’m going to my dorm tomorrow to transfer some of my stuff but I won’t be staying there until the semester starts...”

You cheeks heated as you pushed him with all your might. Without looking at his face, you ran away. You wanted to cry again but for a different reason now.

“I embarrassed myself,” you sobbed as you turned around the corner, a few more blocks away from your home.

“Wait!” You heard Hwanwoong called from behind you.

You quickened your pace but he caught up with you. He grabbed your arm and pulled it to make you face him. Instinctively you covered your face with both of your hands.

“Don’t you dare tease me!” You warned, face still covered from embarrassment.

Your heard him sigh. He placed both his hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

You did not say anything.

“I should’ve been clearer,” he continued.

“You should’ve been!”

He chuckled and you immediately dropped your hands a few inches just to send him a glare. He grinned and slowly, his hands hovered over the side of your face. He met your eyes as if asking for some permission. When you did not say anything, his fingers gently brushed away some strands of hair that stuck to your face.

“Please don’t be too sad that I’ll leave,” he softly said. “Because I’ll come back. I’ll come home. And I’ll come see you each time...”

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[a-song-written-easily]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: ONEUS (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Geonhak | Leedo/Son Dongju | Xion, Lee Keonhee/Lee Seoho, Kim Youngjo | Ravn/Yeo Hwanwoong Characters: Kim Youngjo | Ravn, Kim Geonhak | Leedo, Son Dongju | Xion, Lee Keonhee, Lee Seoho, ONEUS Ensemble Series: Part 1 of Preschool Teacher AU Summary:

Preschool Teacher!Leedo AU When Keonhee asked Dongju to pick his little sister from preschool, he was barely aware that the amount of females flocking the classroom’s door was perhaps, unusually high; then he heard a voice that definitely wasn’t suit for young children, even as softly as the person was using it, and definitely that build didn’t belong to the eldery woman that was the teacher of that grade.

 Or when Dongju confused Geonhak for a child snatcher and almost fly kicked him in the face.

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So I decided to start writing fanfics again! Please check out my new series on AO3

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by PaolaSkies

Hongjoong, un ídolo internacional con grandes problemas emocionales por un pasado doloroso. Seonghwa, un contador recién graduado cuyo potencial se ve eclipsado por su extrema sensibilidad.

Cuando se conocen, la atracción es inminente; pero cuando se encuentran por casualidad luego de una reunión inolvidable, les es imposible volver a alejarse del otro.

Dos almas rotas que necesitan sanar a gritos. Dos caminos en blanco y negro que se unen para encontrar el color. Dos potestades hechas la una para la otra.

"ㅡEres un ángel ㅡsusurró. Sus luceros encontrándose al mismo tiempoㅡ. Mi ángel."

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• Géneros: Romance / Drama / comedia

• NO TIENE CONTENIDO SEXUAL PERO SÍ MENCIÓN DE ÉL.

• Contiene lenguaje vulgar, abuso de drogas, violencia y muerte.

• A pesar de haber nombrado todo lo anterior, es un fanfic bastante soft.

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Trilogía "Divinidad":

• Potestad (Seongjoong). • Arcángel (Ateez). 🔒 • Ángel (Woosan). 🔒

© Historia completamente mía. Prohibida su adaptación sin permiso.

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Words: 20065, Chapters: 6/47, Language: Español

Series: Part 1 of Divinidad

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Matthew Kim | BM, Lee Taeyong, Park Siyeon / Dreamcatcher, Lee Gahyeon / Dreamcatcher, Lee Seoho / Oneus, Seo Ye Ji, Hyun Bin, Kim Yongsun | Solar, Jung Wheein, Jeong Yongjun, Yeo Hwanwoong / Oneus

Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Español | Spanish, Romantic Comedy, Comedy, Light Angst

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[starlit-serenade]

Photoshoot

📸 Summary: As a growing small photographer with friends in . . . places, you managed to get an hour long photoshoot with ONEUS's dancer, Yeo Hwanwoong. A dancer who you have admired from a distance for a long time.

📸 Word Count: 1,847 words

📸 Pairing: Reader x Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader, Photographer!Reader; Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong);

📸 Rated: E / Warnings: None / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff (?); Platonic (?);

You gaze out the window of the bus, phone in hand as you ride to the RBW building, carrying your camera equipment in a large, heavy briefcase.

You've never taken any photography with any RBW artists before. Actually, you've never taken any photography for any K-Pop idols before. You've helped out with some drama and magazine photoshoots, with actors and small dancers, and have even published some nature photography and photography of back-up dancers, but you'd never worked with any actual music artists before.

Through a friend you have, that works at RBW, you managed to get permission to do a small photoshoot with the main dancer of ONEUS, Yeo Hwanwoong.

And Hwanwoong is a dancer you've admired for a while. His dancing is amazing to watch. He has a sort of intense yet graceful style, and is always on point. His confidence and his elegance are both things you are excited to see and hopefully photograph today. Ever since you started photographing dancers, you'd daydreamed about photographing Yeo Hwanwoong.

You have five minutes of walking left to do after the bus, so with your bag of equipment in hand, you make your way down the sidewalk, humming some songs to yourself.

You walk into the building. Your friend is standing in the lobby, smiling. He walks over to you, gives you a tight hug, gives you a visitor's badge, and leads you down the hall.

"You're a bit early. Are you excited?" he asks, ushering you into the elevator. "You get to photograph Yeo Hwanwoong!"

You roll your eyes. "Yes, I am excited. Thank you for helping me with this opportunity. But I swear, it's just a photoshoot. It's not any different from the other dancers I've photographed. It's not like I'm partnering with RBW long-term or anything."

"Except for that he's an idol," he says, grinning from ear to ear. The elevator stops, rings, and the doors open into the next hallway. You follow him out of the hallway.

"Well, now you're scaring me," you say. "Is he nice or not?"

Your friend stops at a door on the left, a semi-transparent door. "Oh, he's a sweetheart. Nothing less than kind and friendly." He pushes the door open and ushers you inside. "Maybe in the future, you could partner with RBW and do more photoshoots with the members. You can start setting up your stuff now," he says, checking his phone. "Yeo Hwanwoong should be here within the next ten minutes."

You nod, setting down your equipment. Your friend winks at you.

"Good luck," he says, before leaving, closing the door as he goes.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself down. You're both nervous and excited. You're nervouscited. 

You stand near your camera, which set on a tripod. You're adjusting the lighting of the room.. You keep glancing around the space in front of you and at the camera next to you, trying to imagine what gorgeous shots you might get today.

You hear a click behind you, the door opening and then closing. You quickly turn around to face the door in surprise, and you recognize him instantly.

Yeo Hwanwoong is standing there, his hands behind his back with a bright smile on his face. He's wearing a loose white button-up shirt and black jeans. the way his hair is done makes him look a bit like a prince.

You quickly stand up straight and bow in greeting. "Hello, Mr. Yeo. I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Oh, you don't need to be formal with me," he says. You nod. "You can just call me Hwanwoong. And uh, I know who you are."

You knit your brows and tilt your head curiously. "You do?"

"Well, when they told me you wanted to do a photoshoot with me, I was curious. So I looked you up," he explains. "I really admire your work. And I don't mean the work that's published in magazines. I mean your work. You can really feel the emotions and intentions in them."

You blink in surprise, a bit flustered. You're still beyond shocked that Yeo Hwanwoong of ONEUS looked at your photography, as well as really looked into your photos and analyzed them. Your online portfolio. Your photoshoots. You can feel your cheeks heating up, and you clear your throat.

"That's very kind of you to say, Mr. Yeo." You nod your head respectfully. You're sure that your voice is shaking from excitement. "Shall we get to the photoshoot?"

Hwanwoong nods and chuckles gently. "Right. You asked me to prepare a dance routine, am I correct?"

You nod. "Yes. I've done some dance photography and I really love it. I think photography can capture a lot more than just the dance, especially with really passionate dancers. Which is why I wanted to photograph you.  Sorry, that sounded cheesy."

"No, it's fine," Hwanwoong says, grinning. "I've seen your photos, I think I know what you mean.

You nod. "Yeah. Um. I'll be taking photos from all sorts of angles and you will have to go through the routine several times. Please let me know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"Of course," he says. "I've done photoshoots before."

You nod. "Right. Uh. Yeah." You're nervous. This is your first time photographing an idol, so you don't know exactly how to handle this.

"Don't be so nervous," he says. "Imagine we're friends. You don't have to be so formal. I know that, as an idol, I can be intimidating. But I'm not scary, I promise." He smiles brightly, and you can feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. You nod and look away.

You and Hwanwoong have been taking photos for a good twenty-five minutes. After you took some initial photos of him, standing in a starting position, you had him start his routine. You would be lying if you didn't get all fuzzy and shy and flustered whenever he makes eye contact with the camera or winks at you playfully after making a flirtatious joke.

"Where would you like me to look?" Hwanwoong asks. "Eyes closed? Eyes forward? The camera? Your pretty face?"

He winks, and you can feel your cheeks heating up. You look away and clear your throat.

"Let's start with eyes forward, if that's okay," you mumble. "And we can move on to you looking at the camera later. If that's alright with you."

As the accompanying music plays in the background, Hwanwoong dances elegantly. You take photos from several angles. When he goes through the routine once, you take photos from a lower angle. And when he goes through a second time, you take them from the side. You make sure to capture his elegant movements, the way his arms stretch out and his wrists are bent.

"Great," you say, clicking through the photos to review them quickly. "Let me quickly adjust the lighting, and then I'll have you looking at the camera. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds great!" He smiles brightly, and you can feel the corners of your lips raising. His smile is so contagious.aq

You walk over to the lamp and adjust its position, moving it to the side and angling it so it'll be shining right on the spot where Hwanwoong will cross over, a place where he will be in a pose that you need to capture in a specific light. You know it'll be stunning.

As you start adjusting your camera a bit, clicking through some of the previous photos to figure out what did and didn't work, you can feel a pair of eyes watching you. You ignore it, Hwanwoong staring at you. Perhaps he's just curious about photography.

You move to kneel down and point your camera at Hwanwoong. He's still staring at you, though his eyes are distant, almost like he's staring through you. He has a soft smile on his face. Not a creepy one. More like a daydreamy smile. He looks more like a Disney prince than you could have imagined.

You nod to him to signal that you're ready for him to start his routine, but he simply slowly blinks.

"Mr. Yeo?" you ask. Hwanwoong nods softly, but doesn't say anything. You clear your throat and speak louder.

"Mr. Yeo, can you please either focus on the dance or the camera and not at me?" you say. Hwanwoong blinks, broken from his trance and smiles that annoyingly adorable smile that you'd spent all morning trying to ignore.

"Of course," he says, resuming his original position. "Ready?" he asks. You give him a thumbs up, and he gives you a quick wink before starting the routine.

You snap photos throughout. His intense gaze, staring into the camera, makes you feel a bit flustered. You try to focus hard on taking photos, Hwanwoong's powerful stare is distracting, causing you to miss a couple great shots.

After he stops, you smile.

"That was great," you say, nodding. "Could you please go through it one more time, exactly as you just did? I need to retake some photos."

"Sure!" he says, smiling brightly. You're very shocked by the switch between his powerful, intense self when he's performing, and his pleasant, cheerful attitude otherwise. He goes from an elegant tiger to a flower petal in the blink of an eye.

After a few more minutes, your time starts to come to a close. Hwanwoong offers to help you pack up your stuff--there isn't much, but he's sweet.

"Thank you for being willing to do this shoot," you say after the end. "I'm really grateful for this opportunity. I will have these photos edited, and I'll be in conversation with the company for publishing stuff."

"Great!" Hwanwoong says. "Thank you for reaching out. It was an honor to work with you, and I had a great time."

You nod and head for the doorway when Hwanwoong calls out.

"Hey, Y/L/N?" he asks. You stop and raise an eyebrow curiously. Hwanwoong walks over and grins nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. "I would love to do another photoshoot with you at some point in the future. Would you be willing to possibly . . . exchange phone numbers?"

You swear you almost faint on the spot. Exchanging phone numbers? With Yeo Hwanwoong? From ONEUS?

"I--uh--well, I--yes!" you stutter nervously. "I mean--yes! Of course!"

Hwanwoong grins mischievously and laughs a bit. He must have noticed he got you a bit flustered and surprised, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he reaches for his back pocket and takes out his phone. "Great! I can tell you my number first, or you can tell me yours."

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FANFIC MASTERLIST

NCT 

- HAECHAN

PAIN

DATE

LEE DONGHYUCK

I DON’T KNOW

- MARK

MY FIRST LOVE

- DOYOUNG

THE LAST DATE 

- JOHNNY

NO REGRET

DAY6

- SUNGJIN

CAUGHT RED HANDED

WARMTH

- WONPIL

WE DID BREAKUP 1 | 2

- YOUNG K

COURAGE PROLOGUE | 1 | 2 | EPILOGUE

- DOWOON

SPARKLES

ALIVE.AGAIN.

WANNAONE

- ONG SEONGWOO

PROTECT  part 1  part 2  part 3

PRODUCE 101 SEASON 2

- KIM YEHYUN (WIDMAY)

YOU

- JUNG SEWOON (STARSHIP)

FLUFFY MORNING

- MMO BOYS

^JOO JINWOO

BEFORE THE DAY COMES

- RBW BOYS

^YEO HWANWOONG

FEAR

-MXM

^IM YOUNGMIN

COMPLICATED

SPECIAL SERIES

1. SNOW GLOBE SERIES

PT. 1 ; LEE GUNHEE       PT. 1.5 (Optional ending) 

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