Despite everything going on between your members’ constant curiosity about your friendship with Hansol, and the little rumors spreading here and there online, you had zero time to think about any of that. You wanted to because honestly, after that morning when Mira said something, you kept having little thoughts of ‘what if’. But you were in the midst of a comeback and you were about to travel to America to do some promotions there for a few weeks, too. To even think about opening that can of worms right now would be the dumbest thing you could possibly do.
But of course, Hansol pops back into your mind when he texts you after your music show performance – because of course Seventeen was performing too, so he knew when it was over – and asks if you want to hang out that night. Knowing you’re leaving in the morning for America for at least the next month, how could you say no?
So that’s how you find yourself in Hansol’s car for once. Usually you’re the driver just because you don’t really mind it, but Hansol insisted on driving this time.
“You should relax since you have to be up early tomorrow,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, though, I’ll have you back before you have to leave.”
But as you rode shotgun in Hansol’s car, you, as always when you hung out together, found yourself not wanting to go home. You wanted to just pause time and be in a little infinity with your best friend. You wanted to continue to talk about nothing and everything, and laugh and talk about deep, serious things.
“Is there anywhere you wanted to go, by the way?” Hansol asked after one of your many conversations had naturally ended and the two of you were sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just the sound of 5 Seconds of Summer softly filling the car. But his voice almost made you jump because you were lost in your thoughts about your feelings toward Hansol – you were silently cursing your bandmates for planting this stupid seed in your head.
“No,” you replied, glancing at the dashboard to check the time.
1:09am.
“C’mon, there’s gotta be something,” he pressed with a chuckle. “I can’t bring you home yet. I’m not gonna see you for an entire month,dude.”
Your eyes went out of focus, staring at the soft glow of the dashboard where the song, artist, and time were displayed. But none of it registered. The butterflies that erupted when he said that threw you off. But…maybe that always happened and you just never thought anything of it? Maybe you assumed you felt that way because it was just nice to feel like he liked hanging out with you? Or maybe…it was more but you never considered that an option?
‘Oh god, do I…actually have feelings for Hansol?’ you asked yourself.
You turned your head in small movements to look at him, almost feeling timid as your eyes landed on his profile.
‘I don’t wanna say goodbye to another night, and watch you walk away,’ the bridge played from the speakers, ‘I don’t wanna let it burn in the city lights, and make the same mistakes this time.’
He felt your stare and glanced at you with a warm smile and laugh to match, “What’s that look for?”
“N-nothing,” you replied a little too quickly.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he frowned slightly, assuming that his comment about not seeing each other was why you were staring at him with an unreadable expression. “I mean, if it’s cool, I’d be willing to stay over.”
You’d had sleepovers with Hansol before, but suddenly it was nerve wracking.
‘No,’ you told yourself, ‘you’re just overthinking because of Mira and the girls. This is literally nothing.’
So, because you, like Hansol, didn’t want to say goodbye yet, either, you smiled and said, “Yeah, of course.”
Anonymous asked: I’ve been rereading Imprinted and I was wondering if you’d ever do a headcanon on when Bomi shot Mingyu like you did with Bomi and Jaehee’s mate? I just want to know more about what happened but I understand if you don’t want to
a/n: okay this ask was sitting in my inbox for a long ass time bc i forgot about it lmao. but fun fact!!!! in the original svt imprinted i planned on actually writing all of that out in his first part and it was gonna be the first thing that happened in the part, but i felt it wasn’t super necessary and made it kinda long. but here’s the backstory!!! (and yes this is a prequel to the first part). but to the anon who requested this: i am so sorry for being so late ily
Warnings: guns and blood!!! but if you’ve read the story you know that nobody dies
Anonymous asked: I’ve been rereading Imprinted and I was wondering if you’d ever do a headcanon on when Bomi shot Mingyu like you did with Bomi and Jaehee’s mate? I just want to know more about what happened but I understand if you don’t want to
a/n: okay this ask was sitting in my inbox for a long ass time bc i forgot about it lmao. but fun fact!!!! in the original svt imprinted i planned on actually writing all of that out in his first part and it was gonna be the first thing that happened in the part, but i felt it wasn’t super necessary and made it kinda long. but here’s the backstory!!! (and yes this is a prequel to the first part). but to the anon who requested this: i am so sorry for being so late ily
Warnings: guns and blood!!! but if you’ve read the story you know that nobody dies
she was with Namjoon’s crew and was assigned a mission on her own, but Yoongi promised to be waiting for her when she was done
because the two were really close
her mission was to kill the pup of Seungcheol’s pack in an attempt to have some sort of start to getting rid of the large pack and to have a bit of an upper hand
because the pack would be too distraught over the loss of their brother to retaliate right away, so then they could strike
now, before meeting Mingyu, Bomi despisedwerewolves
her parents were killed by werewolves but we already knew that
so she was fine with having to go in and fuck up Chan’s day
meanwhile, Chan had no idea what was about to come
the pup had a really late class that day and was just getting out
it was already dark outside but Mingyu was waiting in the parking lot to pick him up
did Bomi know that? of course not
she just knew that Chan would be alone and that was the perfect time to make her move
she was waiting by the fence at the edge of the parking lot. it was dark and not near any streetlamps, and it was right by the woods so she could drag him away and do it
as he was passing by, she lunged out and put a cloth laced with silver in his mouth, gripping it behind his head and dragging him backwards into the darkness
but out of the corner of his eye, Mingyu had seen his brother walking over, and then he saw a shadow and Chan was gone
naturally, he went to investigate
Bomi managed to spin Chan around despite his struggling, shoving him to the forest floor and aiming her gun at him
in Chan’s panic (and with his mouth, y’know, burning) he had no idea what was happening, but now he sensed it. he knew what she was and what was going to happen
“Bye, puppy,” she smirked
a growl ripped through the silent forest as Mingyu lunged out of nowhere and pushed Bomi up against a tree, her back slamming into it
and then it hit them both at the same time
Mingyu’s red eyes softened, his expression falling and his teeth no longer bared
Bomi’s eyes went wide and the first thing she felt was panic
this wasn’t right. it was against everything she believed in. what was she supposed to do?!
Mingyu’s face was inches from her, so her first instinct was to shove him away
and in her confused panic, she did the only thing she could think to do
she shot him
the silver bullet hit his shoulder, and with a hiss of pain, Mingyu fell to the ground beside Chan
Chan stared at his brother in horror, and then looked up at Bomi with a mix of hurt and confusion
his eyes filled with tears knowing silver could kill Mingyu
looking between the pup and his brother, she actually felt…bad. why did she feel bad?
‘because you’re no better than them now,’ she realized
like monsters had taken the people she loved from her, she was taking someone Chan loved from him
she were the monster
“I-I…” Bomi stammered, but she didn’t know what to say. she didn’t even know what to do, she was just frozen in place
the pup was suddenly on top of her, and her back was hitting the ground
since Chan had taken her off guard, her gun fell from her hand when she hit the ground, so she had to fight back with her arms and legs
but she wasn’t doing that for long because Chan was suddenly pulled off of her, and then she was staring down the barrel of her own gun
above her, Mingyu’s face was set in a grimace and Bomi thought she was definitely in trouble
“Call Seungcheol,” Mingyu told Chan through clenched teeth
but Bomi was in a different kind of trouble than she thought
then he managed a hint of a smirk as he told her, “You’re coming with us.”
“Call me if you’re free,” it was the seventh time your husband nagged at you that morning. He was holding your son in one hand and pulling your small-sized luggage in another hand.
He insisted.
You rolled your eyes at him and took your son. You were going out of the town for a couple of days and leaving him at home alone with his son.
It wasn’t like he never watched over the toddler but knowing him, you offered to hire a babysitter during days so that he can go to his workplace.
“It’s okay. I still have my paternity leave and it’s better to spare some money rather than paying just some people to take care of him,” he said that on the night you initiated.
You had to agree with him. Making money isn’t easy so it was decided that he will spend the days with the child.
You showered your son’s tiny face with smooches and it caused the older male to put on a sour mien. “I’m sure just a year ago your attention was all mine!”
You laughed unreservedly as he approached closer to you. He pulled your son and held him to his side, snaking his arm around your waist and kissed you on your lips.
He was getting greedy but he didn’t dare to indulge. After you two parted, he left a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“You never sleep on your own after we got married. I’m afraid you won’t be able to sleep tonight,”
You scoffed and poked him off. “Speak for yourself,” you grasped the luggage’s handle and waved at them. “Don’t be calling me at night with tears!”
“Same goes to you, ma’am,” he recalled everything he should remind you and lastly he shouted as you farther away. “Don’t go out alone at night. Make sure to call me if anything happens and remember to love me always! Love you, honey!”
You smiled upon hearing that.
“Your husband is so sweet, huh?” Your colleague said enviously.
You sheepishly turned your head against their inspection and replied “He’s just clingy,” with a blush on your cheeks.
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Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one|two|three|four Being rejected for the first time doesn’t put you off. In fact, your interest in him grows bigger.
You don’t remember what happens after you blurt that offering out to Wonwoo. But for sure, Wonwoo rejects you on the spot.
“If you think I was joking, nope. I was serious and it’s probably the most serious question I’ve ever asked in my life,”
“Yeah, sure. The answer is still no. Let me tell you something,”
Your eyes sparkle with hope. Is he going to say that he’s not ready yet, and if I work harder, maybe he’ll reconsider?
Wonwoo thought he would never have to tell anyone this, but this may be the best.
“I give no shit about anything and being here in this school just makes me sick. I want to quickly graduate so that I can die in peace,”
“And also, I have no plan to be nice to girls who approach me.” he finishes what he wanted to say. It sounds cruel, and even some of it isn’t what he intended to say, but he just wants to put an end to her.
If she’s smart, she would be clear of it.
But you don’t care the things Wonwoo spouts. You like him, and your eyes are on him.
“Okay then! I’ll try my hardest to charm you,” you squeeze your hand in determination. You don’t waver from his intense stare and add, “You know, this is my first time confessing to a guy and this is also my first time getting rejected but I’m pretty sure I can make you my boyfriend. I can wait, yes. Even it takes me 10 years, as long as I like you, I will pursue!”
Wonwoo shrugs and turns away. He’s not certain of you, and your word kind of stir him a little. In 18 years of life, you are the first person to talk to him in this way and disregard whatever he said.
Since young, Wonwoo limits himself to talking. He pays a lot of attention to his words to avoid unnecessary emotions. However, today, he finally meets his contender.
“My warning remains valid,”
“Alright!”
After school, Wonwoo packs his bag and leaves the class immediately.
Wonwoo has to do part-time for his family. Initially, he wanted to turn down the scholarship, but his mother secretly accepted the offer. All she wants for Wonwoo to continue school and not bury his youth with responsibilities.
With the other five siblings, he couldn’t possibly let his old mother do all the work. Therefore, he applies for the empty cashier position nearby his rented house just three kilometres from the school. His part-time job requires him to arrive fast, and since he hasn’t gotten his bicycle, Wonwoo has to run to the convenience store.
You followed him from behind, but he is sure fast! You panted all the way to the elevator as you watch him uses the stairs and speeds away.
“Y/N!” Yuran, your childhood best friend, calls your name.
Yuran is the one that introduces you to this school when she was informed that you will return to Korea. She is a year older, and she treats you like a sister since you are the only child. You always love to be around here, and now that you two are in the same school, you will have a friend to rely on.
You wave at her as she jogs toward you.
“How’s the first day?”
You contemplate. You are not familiar with Korea, and it seems the people here are so different to Americans. You scratch your head.
“So far, good.” You opt for a lie and only remember about Wonwoo. “Oh! My seatmate is handsome,” you brag.
“That’s all you can think of?” She nudges your arm lightly.
Frankly, 80% of the time, you just admire him.
You realize that his side profile is wonderfully sculpted; the sharp jawline and the distance between his forehead and eyebrows are just right.
You are going to appreciate this beautiful human being while you are alive.
“Yuran-eonnie, come to my house this Saturday,” you link your arm around Yuran’s, and in an excited voice, you add, “My family is hosting a house-warming party. It’s not grand so we invite only close friends. Therefore, you must come!”
Yuran giggles and pat your arm.
“Of course I would come! I miss your mom a lot. Will she cook?”
“HAHA! My dad won’t let her cook anymore so we might as well order for the food,”
“Ugh, your dad is still so overprotective. Their love never dies, huh?”
You sigh at the thought of your parents’ affection. It’s admirable but tiring for me. It’s like they feed me dog food every day!“
The two of you burst out laughing. The chat goes on until you come to the gate. Yuran left first, and you wait for your dad to pick you up.
"How’s school?”
You beam at your dad and answer truthfully. “Great! I might get a boyfriend soon, though- Why are you laughing?” you whine.
“Nothing, I just hope to meet my son-in-law. I can’t wait to lecture him,”
“Dad!!?”
“What? I must tell him that my daughter is the most precious human being and he is obligated to love you for the rest of his life if he wants to marry you!”
“Like how you love mom?”
“Yeah, of course. He better be overflowing with love for you or else,”
You smile. Your dad is always overreacting when it comes to this topic. He has very high expectations of the boys you mention to him, and it scares you since Wonwoo doesn’t reciprocate your feeling just yet.
As the car passes the buildings, you recognize Wonwoo, who’s running to his destination. You grin and pull your dad’s hand.
“Dad, please stop the car!”
The tires screech to halt, and in a blink, you already come out of the car and reach Wonwoo. He pants and is in confusion as to how you manage to chase him. Then, he realizes.
“What do you want?”
You scan him and wipe the beads of perspiration on his face. You flash a happy smile before saying.
“Where’s your driver?”
Wonwoo, for a second, almost couldn’t identify the person. He is baffled. “W-what?”
“Oh! Jump in, I’ll send you home,”
Wonwoo is taken aback. What do you mean by ‘Where’s your car?’ but before he gets to ask you, he’s being pulled by force. Plunge into the backseat, Wonwoo’s awareness heightens in the presence of someone in the driver seat.
“Where are you going? My dad can drive you there,”
In fact, you’re the only person in the car that’s jubilant. Your dad is sceptical to Wonwoo, and the same goes for the latter.
“I can walk,”
You quickly stop him from opening the door. “Dad, we can send him to his place, right?”
Your dad looks at the rear-view mirror and hesitates. He eventually gives in and replies.
“Yes, dear,” his sight swifts to Wonwoo. “Boy, tell me where you’re going?”
Wonwoo grunts lowly and tells the two the direction. Since he isn’t going back home and doesn’t want anyone to know he’s working part-time, he lies.
You keep talking to Wonwoo despite getting no answer. He closes his eyes and clears his mind.
Once arrive, you follow him out.
“I’ll excuse you this time because your father is watching. I won’t tolerate your behaviour next time!”
The atmosphere at that moment is calm and clear. Though cars are passing by, they make no sound. Hence, you can definitely understand what he meant.
“Don’t go running about in the noon, you’ll get sick! See you tomorrow at school!”
As a girl, you totally get the meaning of Wonwoo’s words. He cuts through your heart with his harsh warning, and you endure it.
Maybe this is my karma since I always leave the people around me. These few foul words from the person I like aren’t that bad. I’m willing to be on the receiving end.
You enter the car with your lips stretch to your ears. To avoid getting questioned by your father of Wonwoo’s identity, you avert the attention.
“Dad, thank you for taking me in,”
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oh me oh my time to talk about my first ever bias in seventeen lol i love pain and suffering !!
wonwoo is just….so……soft
listen this boy is trying his best for you and it pays off!! he’s the fluffiest boyfriend ever and you hold his heart in your hands please be careful with it
don’t worry about your heart he will protect it with all his might you are so precious to him and he adores you with his entire being
he’ll definitely make your heart skip a beat like all the time and it’s killing you but what a beautiful death to have
loves physical contact !! so much !!
handholding, back hugs, playing with hair, head on shoulder cuddles, all other cuddles, sweet kisses, mumbling against skin, literally anything that brings you two closer together is heaven to him
sometimes he’s really quiet when he comes in a room but you know he’s home because as soon as he sees you he is latched on and will not move for anything at all he is content cuddling like a cat
also loves anything that brings you two emotionally and mentally closer together
deep conversations are a MUST for wonwoo this is how he falls in love he wants to know every single thing about you because it is how you became who you are and he finds it so fascinating and beautiful
he’ll just stare at you with his deep eyes completely focused on you and he is absorbing every single word you tell him like it is etched into his brain f o r e v e r
of course loves watching movies and reading books with you
it starts off more casual but once he trusts you probably doesn’t take that long i think this boy will fall hard once he falls he will pull out the tear-jerkers and you can cry together and console each other
seventeen will make fun of you two for being artsy hipsters or something
who cares it’s true and it’s amazing
the boys will probably be obsessed with you ??? like lowkey but the way wonwoo talks about you to them has them so intrigued like who is this mystical being that has wonwoo so enamored ??? it’s you and they love you
everything is sweet and genuine with wonwoo
your date could be just him walking you home and it feels like a fairytale ???
this boy is magic
aLsO hiS LaUGH And ChUckLE
APPRECIATE HIS JOKES
he’s always smiling and giggling around you because you are his sunshine and just !!! make !!! him !!! so !!! happy !!!
please enjoy his bedhead omg it’s a gift to this planet
ruffle his hair and squish his hair make him feel how cute and adorable he is OkAY
he of course will share the music he’s working on but better yet i think this dork will walk around making up dumb raps about whatever you two are doing
get ready for his fire mixtape “grocery shopping” with a special track for each food item he believes is essential to the dream kitchen
definitely sings OSTs all the time just to make you laugh
he’ll do anything to hear your laugh it is music to his ears and he feels so proud when he’s the reason for it he has never been so happy like you could laugh for a half second and that boy is staring at you like :)))
i need to stop this post before i actually explode but wonwoo should change his name to wonswoon because he will make your life full of heart-fluttering moments and it’s simply domestic bliss being in love with him there’s always a sense of peace and security and he’s so romantic and thoughtful it’s basically straight out of a storybook
ෆsynopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?
ෆa/n: no plot for this bonus chapter! just joshua living his best life: edc, night clubs, day clubs, and his precious friends (who obviously can’t keep up with him). himbos special next!
ෆ synopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?
ෆ a/n: crying in da club!!! but 3 daily consecutive updates bc it’s true - we’re going to have to say goodbye to love hard v soon ;^;
ෆsynopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?
ෆa/n: I like how the whole fic is based around sy learning to slow down while yn’s side basically wants them to marry before dating AHAHA
ෆsynopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?
ෆ fic synopsis: kim mingyu’s trouble with luck makes you think you’re being played by him after failing to meet on every. single. date. what does it take for the two of you to finally meet in person? ෆ pairing: kmg x reader (gn) ෆ fic genre: humor, romance ෆ preview warnings: cursing, food ෆ preview wc: 1.6k (full fic is an estimated 7-15k) ෆ a/n: here is the preview to chapter one of another fic i’m excited to share with you all. this one is dedicated to the best boy and the awkward phase glow-ups. please lmk down below or in my asks/dms if you would like to be on the taglist - whatever you’re most comfortable with! i’m aiming to post the full fic in june or july :0)
DK is positive that if he sneezed, the puff of air that shoots out of his nose would be strong enough to knock over the guy he is currently helping hold steady.
But Kim Mingyu – tall, lanky, and irrationally stubborn, refuses to accept help from his obviously more capable roommate. He stands on his makeshift stepladder and attempts to shimmy out his giant hard-shell suitcase he somehow managed to store at the top of his closet the day he moved into the dorm. However, the only thing Mingyu seems to be taking out of his closet is the dust that collected on top of his belongings, and DK is trying his very best not to sneeze.
Who would have thought that Kim Mingyu would be built like one of those wavy inflatable tube guys you see while driving past car dealerships on the highway? His little self-intro on the university roommates request page painted him to be an outgoing type of guy – likes photography, running, and dogs; dislikes people who are rude to waiters, bad vibes, and heights. His profile picture was an aesthetic photo of him in some art museum in Europe. Mingyu turned out to be exactly who and how he described himself. However, had DK or Minghao known their literal pre-serum Steve Roger roommate wasn’t who they thought him to physically be, they would’ve assigned him to the loft bed with the standing closet when they were deciding bedspaces before moving into their dorms.
Now, DK can only stand behind his roommate with his two hands gripped firmly around the wooden chair’s backrest and hope the suitcase doesn’t take his roommate out before the mosquitos from wherever Mingyu is heading do.
For starters, it’s hard to believe a college sophomore – one who has to sleep on the bottom bunk because the floor is closer to the humidifier – is going on a journey to some place where he probably couldn’t restock on his precious Aquaphor that he has to slug onto his cracked heels every night and then protect with his aloe-infused fluffy bed socks. Mingyu is physically weak. He is like a Basset Hound puppy who keeps tripping on its long ears because it still needs to grow into them. He is a Victorian child experiencing EDM for the first time. He is the school Wi-Fi when everybody is back from vacation. A Lego Man figurine is probably more built than Kim Mingyu in every single physical aspect – and that is not an overstatement.
And his luck – oh, how unlucky Kim Mingyu can be at times.
Minghao, their third roommate, tells him its puberty, but Kim Mingyu’s hardhead firmly believes he is the unluckiest man in the world. Puberty, Minghao reminds him. He’s simply going through puberty. It just doesn’t seem like it because his growth spurt arrived ages before his puberty did. Mingyu digresses.
It is a bunch of small, often uncomfortable or inconvenient, occurrences bundled into one that leads Mingyu to believe he has somehow been cursed. Setting off the fire alarm after using the new microwave in their floor’s common room? In reality, some kid snuck in an illegal rice cooker and forgot to open the window while cooking some rice. Sleeping past an alarm the day after he accidentally stepped on a crack in the sidewalk? He didn’t know he accidentally set his alarm as P.M. instead of A.M.. His clumsiness? He wears clothes in sizes either too big or too small for his body. He’s never heard of tailoring before.
Mingyu claims his curse started when he was dared to download an Ouija Board app on his phone on the bus ride home from one of his high school field trips. DK reminds him that where there is a cause, there is an effect.
So, when Mingyu abruptly announces to his two roommates that he’s leaving in the middle of the semester for some Eat, Pray, Love type of trip with his rich aunt, the two roommates can only ask why and whether or not rent is going to be more expensive given that there would technically only be two roommates instead of three:
“I dunno-” Mingyu picks up his sub, trying to adjust his grip so the tomato slices don’t slip out when he takes a bite. “I think it’ll be a nice change.”
DK gawks at him while Minghao looks through his tote bag for a hair tie. Mingyu shrugs and brings the sandwich to his lips. A tomato slice slips out from the backend and lands on the ceramic plate. Mingyu sighs and sets his sandwich back down on his plate and opens it to tuck the tomato slice back into place.
The most level-headed of the trio, DK, stares at the guy who sleeps below him reattempt to take a successful bite of his sandwich. Minghao, whose long hair is now tied in a manbun, twirls his fork around his plate of spaghetti.
“You know it’s bad for your scalp if you tie your hair too tightly,” Mingyu gestures to his own head to show Minghao. There are bread crumbs in the corner of his lips, and some sauce on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before taking another bite.
Minghao ignores him and stares outside the window at the family of ducks making their way into the shade outside of the dormitory dining hall.
A nice change is what newly divorced couples say in movies. A nice change is giving your childhood bedroom a makeover. A nice change is when Mingyu finally takes off his damn braces so he doesn’t spit on people while he talks. DK reckons it’s because Mingyu is having trouble adjusting to adulthood. He’s a second-year going through what Minghao calls a “prolonged puberty experience,” but DK thinks that all Mingyu needs is time. He has the braces, the lisp, and the inability to act normal in front of crushes. It’s normal. Everybody moves at their own pace. All Mingyu needs is a little confidence and a major glow-up.
“You said you’re going with your aunt?” DK pinches a fry between his fingers and decides to drop it back down. “What about our dorm and school?”
Outside, a Resident Director leads a group of elementary school students on a tour around the dormitory area. The students look around the several tall dormitories and point at the ducks when they see them. The teachers who walk behind their students are too busy staring at their phones to care if the students chase after the animals.
“Hey, do you think ducks are easy to pick up?” Xu Minghao gently sets his fork down and cups his hands, placing them side-by-side. He looks at his imaginary bowl, “They look like they’ll fit perfectly in my hands, yunno. Perfectly scoopable.”
“My aunt isn’t married and doesn’t have any kids so she says she’ll give me her money if I travel with her,” Mingyu chews with his mouth open and pauses to wash it down with some milk. He exhales and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Something about going on a journey to prove that material wealth isn’t all there is in the world.”
Having lost his appetite, DK pushes his plate of fries away from him. He asks Mingyu, “Isn’t it counterproductive because you need money to travel the world?”
“Ehh,” Mingyu slinks in his seat, but reaches over to grab some of the abandoned fries. “But don’t worry about my grades. I’ll be studying abroad and will probably be back in time for graduation. Hopefully my credits can transfer. And my aunt is paying for my dorm so you guys don’t have to worry about paying more.”
“And the school is okay with you paying even through you’re not going to be here?”
“Universities don’t care as long as they’re earning money,” Minghao huffs and stabs a meatball with his fork. “But God forbid I take more than three free yoga classes at the rec center and all of a sudden I’m banned for the rest of the month.”
A new group of friends set their bags down at the table next to where the trio are sitting. One of them seems to recognize DK and politely waves at him before catching up with their friends to line up for food. DK smiles and waves back – he only met them a few days ago.
“I- I think taking that trip will be good for me,” Mingyu stutters when he realizes he has been staring at DK’s friend the entire time. His eyes quickly travel back to looking at his best friend’s fries. He fidgets his fingers before reaching for another one, “Maybe I can meet some new people, learn a few things, and bulk up from all the traveling I’ll be doing.”
Minghao opens the dorm door and enters with a duck tucked under his arm, American football style. He makes his way over to his desk and drops off a few textbooks. DK swears the duck looked at him straight in the eye.
“Yn said you should come to the beach hangout on Saturday,” he tells DK while grabbing his water bottle and yoga mat.
“I’ll think about it,” DK is still staring at the duck who seems perfectly content with being held by the Second Year.
Minghao shrugs and swings the mat over his shoulder. The duck quacks, and Minghao waves goodbye before exiting their shared room. Mingyu, who successfully managed to start pulling out his suitcase from an angle, sneezes and pushes it back into place.
ෆsynopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?
ෆa/n: waa we made it to the last chapter of love hard. thank you all for all of your constant love and support - so sorry I haven’t been really good at replying to comments, but just know I’ve read all of them and appreciate every single one of them. unfortunately, the main story ends here :-( BUT i’ll be posting a few bonus episodes in the next few days, the friends are flying to vegas after all. -lots of love, wondernus♡
ෆsynopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?
ෆa/n: thank you all for joining me on this journey since feb. the next chapter is the last chapter of the love hard series. if you have any questions for me or the characters, feel free to drop them in my ask. the final chapter will be out tomorrow.
☆: bounty hunter! you x thief! minghao au tw: ment of violence/weapons|this was in my drafts so i decided to finish it
“there’s no way in the world any of you are going to catch him, but if you do -”
the head of the police, hong joshua, stands tall and straight behind the podium
the gold of his medals shines harshly under the white light of the town courthouse
and your mind wanders off as you think about the pretty penny you could get if you were to just happen upon stealing one of those medals….not that a bounty hunter should ever steal
“but if you do, the police will wipe your own felonious records clean and even offer a good amount of monetary compensation.”
that perks your interest, since you’re currently looking for some extra cash
plus being a bounty hunter isn’t a so called ‘clean’ job - you have stains on your record you’d like to see get erased.
and you know mr. hong doesn’t like you all that much so having him be the one clean up for you is sickly satisfying to some part of your psyche
you’ve been working in this shitty underground world for too long
someone’s voice comes from the back of the interrogation room and you don’t even have to look to know that it’s that newbie seokmin
all excited and bouncy and not-yet-dead-and-cold-inside like the rest of the people around you
“who is the criminal we’re chasing?”
the monitor on the rolled up caddy beside the policeman flickers on
“xu minghao. he’s a notorious thief in the city, responsible for the last string of high art robberies from the homes and personal collections of the elite.”
you snort, the ‘elite’, being rich makes you some kind of level above human now doesn’t it?
“his latest victims are the choi family, he stole not only paintings but some jewelry as well - possibly high end watches and the sort.”
“choi family?”
god this new kid knows nothing
“choi seungcheol’s family” you say with a yawn “you know, the choi seungcheol - the mayor.”
seokmin gasps and you finally look at him.
he’s got a build to him that probably helps with physical altercations but he gives off the vibe that he’d faint at the sight of blood
“exactly.”
joshua shoots a pointed look at you and you kind of dance around in the disgust
“which is why we are going out on a limb and asking for the bounty hunters to help. the choi family desperately wants these pieces returned to them.”
you look at minghao’s face on the screen, it’s obviously not a mugshot so you note that the police force has actually never caught him
it’s a kind of photo that looks like it has been pulled off a social media account
minghao is standing in some sort of white room, he’s tilting his head and looking at the camera - or maybe the person holding it - and one of his eyes has a piercing blue colored contact in it
his features are angular, sharp, and long - but they fit together to make an unusually handsome kind of face
you slide forward in your chair and take your own phone out to snap a picture of the monitor
“how much for him?”
another voice echoes somewhere from the corner
joshua’s straight-faced expression twitches like he’s trying to believe the number that comes out of his mouth.
“ten million”
you keep counting the zeros in your head as you push your keys into your motorcycle and adjust yourself on the seat
you could retire with that kind of money. you live a frugal existence as it is.
you know that minghao is probably also somewhere in the city, still plotting for his next job.
he’s been hitting rich people’s houses for two months straight and the choi’s are a victory, for sure, but they’re still not the biggest shark in the ocean.
the people who sponsor them, the people who made seungcheol mayor, minghao has to be going for them next
you make a list of the three family names that come to mind, luckily enough you also know someone who works in the business of ‘technology’ or so who can help you track down the lead forming in your head
you look one last time at the picture of minghao on your phone before you slip it into your jacket pocket and pull out of the parking lot
“how much?”
“stick-up-his-ass hong said ten million, the choi’s really want there watches and monet’s back.”
jihoon turns to you with a deadpan expression
“you know monet’s can go up to ten times that amount right?”
you shrug and shove a half eaten bar of candy in your mouth that you stole from a bowl by his computer
“i don’t know, i didn’t go to college for art history. anyway, can you help?”
“how much of your cut will i get.”
you lick your lips and think for a second
“if i get him alive i’ll cut you in thirty percent. if he’s dead, ten.”
jihoon taps his foot and adjusts the glasses on his nose, he told you once they’re for the blue light or whatever that come out of his six computers.
“deal.”
you come over and see him open up the page of one of the most expensive and professional art dealers in this city, jihoon mentions that this person is in charge of the buying accounts for all of the three families you mentioned
he also happens to manage the choi’s, so looking into him could lead to possible other leads for the three targets you have in mind
“if minghao is planning to rob them - he needs to know what pieces to take. he’s probably also tracking down what they’re currently thinking about buying.”
“yeah, and im gonna assume - you know, bounty hunters intuition or whatever, that he’s going to hit whichever family recently bought the most expensive piece.”
jihoon’s fingers type faster than your eyes can follow. he doesn’t even seem to move his face, just his pupils and then a bunch of screens are popping up everywhere
you had befriended him on an assignment to catch a hacker - not jihoon, although he’s actually got a price on his head too - but another hacker who was clambering up jihoon’s business
you watch as jihoon does his magic, and then in about ten or so minutes you have an answer
“one of the family’s just bought and received a vase from this guy, it won its auction at around twenty five million. it’s from the ming dyn-”
“which family?”
you don’t care if they got a vase, a sofa, a painting, or a gold and diamond encased piece of potato - something in your stomach told you that whoever just spent the most was on minghao’s radar and minghao was on yours
jihoon adjusts his glasses
“that would be … oh, that would be the yoon family.”
you taste something iron on the tip of your tongue, yoon jeonghan was on the cover of last month’s vogue if you remember correctly
“got it. thanks.”
you shrug your jacket back on and jihoon spins around in his chair when you get to the door of his dark apartment
“remember, thirty if he’s alive!”
“and ten if he’s not!”
you don’t like the fact that this new kid, seokmin, is standing outside the giant gates of the yoon family mansion
he’s wearing a cut off white t-shirt and new balances for christs sake
“hey!” he looks like he’s seen the sun when he spots you sort of loitering nearby, you try to ignore him but he’s coming over
“hi.”
“staking out the yoon’s? my first impression was they’d be minghao’s next targets because they’re rich and like art too.”
you wonder how he knows that so you ask, half expecting he might actually tell you - which would be a stupid thing to do.
he does.
“oh! i mean their son is a designer, they must be the best people to steal from.”
that’s so fucking ridiculous but he’s actually right. going to tell jihoon im cutting his share in half since apparently his intel could have been free.
“uhuh. well good luck.”
the words are stale when you say them, but sparkling eyes seokmin takes them to heart with a gracious “you too!”
you actually didn’t come to stake them out - you came to see if minghao might be staking them out
no good thief actually just bursts into someone’s home, they need to know every nook and cranny of a place if they want to get out clean
judging by minghao’s track record, you can tell he’s cautious and detailed
you circle the house at a safe distance and then head back home, you read a bunch of articles on minghao’s past crimes and eat the only thing you have in your fridge which is mint ice cream - it was left there by a late night hook up who’d doordashed 7/11 even when you told them not to
you do some other minor research on smaller bounties you could chase after minghao is caught, none are interesting or any where near the price of minghao’s
you lay down and the stray you recently started letting crawl through the fire escape makes a little fuzzy circle at the base of your feet
you look at your phone, look at the photo of minghao
wonder if he’s as detailed orientated in other things aside from stealing. looks like he’d know what to do with his hands.
you fall asleep with the phone on your chest.
the next day, you’re texting jihoon about the seokmin thing - he tells you to piss off and not even think about downing his cut or he’ll leak your social security on the internet
that’s so fucked up dude
you’re a shit bounty hunter and im a hermit hacker we aren’t good people anyway
fine, are the yoon’s buying any other vases or whatever
actually, they won an auction a month ago for some ceramics. heard they’re coming tomorrow.
oh, might be a good time to steal that vase and some extra trinkets too for our thief
look how ugly these things are tho
jihoon sends you a photo pulled from the auctioning website, they are ugly, but they’re expensive
you rub your temple and decide that’s enough for today, you don’t see seokmin around either
seungcheol’s generic smiling im-a-good-mayor-and-i-kiss-babies face is grainy on your tv
you eat the takeout you picked up on the way back and are only mildly surprised when you notice someone familiar in the crowd
this is old footage, from a rally he did before the crime
your eyes pan to the corner and pull out one person from the sea of faces, everyone looks so excited to see seungcheol, minghao stands staunch and unwavering in the moving bodies
he’s not grinning - he’s kind of half smirking from what you can tell
he really does his research, i kind of like him
you put the chopsticks into your mouth, yeah. i think he’s going to be a fun one to catch.
goddamn seokmin is here again - on the night the drop shipment of the ceramics is scheduled - you tell yourself you were a clown for believing all that ‘i just thought they’d be the right family!’ bullshit he was telling you about
he probably has an informant of his own, definitely not jihoon though. seokmin is the type jihoon would rather drive a usb through his head than ever cooperate with
you avoid him the second you see his strong shilloute and make your way to the otherside of the house, right on the outskirts of the back garden
there’s one person in it - none of the immediate yoon family you can recognize, probably just a worker
you know there’s three entrances from here - the garden doors, the side opening that leads to an underground washing room, and there’s also a way to get into the back of the kitchen
you are betting that either one of them might be a good choice for minghao, but you put your bet on the washing room - it has stairs that lead up into a spare bedroom which is adjacent to a gallery type room inside of the huge mansion
it’s where the family will probably put the items, rich people love to be all like “look at my room of expensive things you don’t get to touch”
you stick your tongue out to yourself, morally you don’t care about thievery. especially when it’s stolen art stolen from people who just want it to feel superior to others
but minghao is worth ten million, that’s why im taking the higher ground on this ‘crime’
bounty hunters are allowed to carry guns, but you’ve never liked them - you like to use mace instead
that being said, you’ve brought your gun along - unloaded - just to use a scare tactic if push comes to shove. it’s heavy and it reminds you constantly of the job you came to do.
no getting distracted by newbie muscle heads or how hot you’re coming to think minghao is
you hear something - eyes darting to behind one of the columns of a large gazebo in the garden
you swear you see something slink across as the only person in the garden gets up to head back inside
keeping your movements and noise to a minimum, you position your body for a better view and after what seems like two heartbeats you see him dart from the enclosure and toward the mansion
you don’t follow immediately, the only way you’re going to catch someone who is so elusive is if you one up him
you have the element of surprise, but not really, he might be expecting personal guards of the yoon household or the police
not a rogue bounty hunter with a can of mace
but he’s still expecting - and someone whose entire job is to be like a shadow - you’ve got to be careful
you wait the amount of time you deem appropriate and then do the same, you realize when you slip through the backdoor of the washroom that now you’re also committing a crime of breaking and entering
you’re sure the yoon’s won’t mind though - you are about to make sure their ceramics and vases don’t get stolen
plus, you checked up on all of them, the main family shouldn’t be home. the only people on premises are some cleaners and the gardener. you’re sure minghao knows that too.
you map out the house in your mind from what you’ve learned in the past couple of days and find the gallery with ease
you can see the large double doors are open just enough for a person to slip through
so he’s already in ther-
“HEY YOU! YOU BETTER STOP!”
your eyes widen and you push inside to see what’s going on
seokmin, flashing something in his right hand and holding a light in the other is pointing at the long, lean figure of minghao
he’s standing there in the circle of light holding the vase you and jihoon had been looking at before
his eyes are unimpressed when they settle on seokmin
“ok, ive stopped - now what are you going to do?”
“im going to arrest you and bring you to the poli-”
the vase that’s held professionally between both his arms then gets dropped and crashes to the floor
the crescendo of noise startles seokmin because it’s the one thing all these new kids who want to try this kind of work get wrong
the thief is never going to drop the valuable goods - except they are, getting caught is worse then anything else.
there will always be shit to steal - except you know if you’re in jail.
minghao beelines for the doors and you’re there, big grin and mace in hands
“hi!”
his eyes widden and you tackle him with ease, one hand bent behind his back as you make sure to keep your weight off him
“ugh, that big idiot had a partner?”
“he’s not my partner, by the way that vase is worth more than what im getting for your head.”
minghao shifts his cheek against the hard floor of the gallery and he’s smiling back up at you
“how much for me?”
“choi’s but ten million.”
he makes a pfft sound as he releases air from between his lips
“cheap as fuck.”
seokmin tries to bound over to help once he comes to, but you bite at him to back off. this is your win.
he says he can drive you and minghao to the station, but you tell him again that you’ve got this on your own
you kind of feel bad about how flustered he is and you tell him he can still brag about how you two were the only people with sense to look at the yoon’s
for some reason, that actually brightens him up. he leaves to go downstairs and you don’t know if he sticks around or goes off on another job.
you get the handcuffs on minghao’s wrists before the workers, who hear the noise come running up in terror
you flash your bounty id and they scramble to get a hold of the local police office
minghao sits up against the wall and you sit directly in front of him - you can see him better with the lights on
his dark hair is long in the back and messy, his eyes are brown and long and twinkle when you look into them
the bottom corners are highlighted by what you can’t tell if is sweat or glitter
“you’re different”
he starts and you put up a finger
“im not different, im just experienced.”
“you like money more than you like your morals.”
you put the finger down and gleam at him
“bingo”
“so why are you sitting here waiting to hand me over for some chump change like ten million dollars when you and i are inches away from a collection that’s worth close to a hundred million?”
you touch the holster on your hip and tilt your head
“we - even the two of us - wouldn’t be able to steal everything in there. we’d need a whole team and-”
you start as minghao open’s his mouth to counter. all his teeth are white and straight.
“and if we could, you’d backstab me and take it all and run because you just said it yourself. money over morals.”
“ive got morals when im dealing with the right people.”
the snort you let out is louder than you expect and it makes minghao cock an eyebrow
“don’t care, you’re a professional liar. plus hong said he’d clear our records and get us that money.”
“joshua hong works for choi seungcheol who is a bigger liar than i am and you know it.”
there’s real spite in the way he says it - you assume he’s probably had interactions with both. or he’s just grown up in this city like you have, all the trouble politics can cause - all the stupid, underhanded shit that goes on
he leans a little forward
“plus, you’re hot. usually anyone who manages to catch me is very gruff and very mean.”
“i am gruff and mean, don’t test me.”
you banter but then look around and the gardener who was supposed to stay up here with you and minghao has turned his attention elsewhere - normal people don’t like facing criminals and well…whatever category bounty hunters are in.
“what’s the most expensive thing in that room.”
you ask under your breath suddenly, the police won’t be here for another five minutes at least.
you text jihoon to tap into their comms and let you know the exact moment they’re at the door.
minghao shines that grin, slender fingers lift up and toward the door
“i broke it, but that place is jammed of other million dollar treasures. i saw an original signac that could score us close to 17 million.”
“a signac? who is that?”
minghao laughs with his hands still behind him
“so you’re hot but not into art, i can still work with that. he’s an artist, paul signac. the yoon’s own ‘la corne d'or.’”
you shrug your shoulders again and pretend you don’t hear the first part but mutter that art doesn’t make sense to you and minghao lets out another quieter laugh
“it’s a painting of boats but it looks psychedelic almost, super colorful. thirty six or so inches across.”
you think to yourself - one painting and it’s 17 million, what if you get another painting with it
“ok…anything else in there catch your eye?”
minghao wiggles a little
“lots, i know art like people know starbucks orders. very well.”
your phone pings and it’s jihoon’s warning. the police are going to be coming upstairs to take minghao off your hands in the next sixty to ninety seconds.
“i can’t trust you.”
he thins his lips and then taps your foot with his own, does a weird jostle of his body and then to your shock breaks out of his handcuffs with ease
he rubs his wrists as you think you hear some noise downstairs and the gardener jumps out of his seat to go greet the police without noticing the thing that just happened only a feet away from him
“i’ve had a bobby pin this whole time, i could have run away five whole minutes ago instead of giving you a history lesson on boat paintings worth more money than you’ve ever dreamt of.”
you don’t miss a beat
“let’s get the fucking boats then.”
you get up and minghao takes a hold of your hand in a way you haven’t experienced since maybe middle school
like when a beloved childhood friend would take you and lead you toward the playground, giggle about school or your parents, pull you in to a fun moment under the basking sun
you and him stand, hand in hand, in front of the painting he mentioned
it’s pretty, it almost looks like it was drawn by crayons, you wonder why it’s so expensive
“let’s take it and the two sketches over there, one’s a lady with a piano the other is a couple under an umbrella
“are they-”
“at least two million each. plus - we can comeback for the ceramics later.”
you don’t know why it makes you feel warm - but it does and you take the two framed sketches off the wall
the painting is large, but minghao has done this enough times before that he knows how to handle it - you two are out the hall and down the stairs by the time you hear the police shuffling up them
took their time thinking he’d just be sitting up there wrapped up like a present huh?
you think to yourself, minghao is quick on his feet and leads you in the direction of a inconspicuous looking tiny car that could seat you, him and maybe that stray that hangs around your apartment
he opens the back and it is a perfect size for the painting
“did you come here on your bike?”
you realize the whole look of you must give away the fact that you ride one
“never, i dont bring it on jobs because people know what it looks like.”
he tips his fingers toward you in acknowledgement
“good because this car isn’t mine either, so add auto theft to the list of crimes you’re committing with me on this first date.”
you bite the inside of your cheek, can’t tell if he’s joking or not
he hits the gas before there’s any movement on the street where it’s parked - the yoon mansion fades into the distance as he rushes into the evening traffic
“is this the part where you kick me to the curb?”
you ask
minghao takes one hand off the wheel and puts it on your thigh
“this is the part where you tell me where you live so we can go get your things and ride off into the sunset, bonnie.”
you laugh
“so you’re clyde?”
he looks at you at a red light - looks at your lips and then your eyes
“do you want me to be?”
you can decide the answer to that yourself
*if you’re interested here isla corne d’oron the sothebys website.
☆ hogwarts!au x minghao minghao wants to draw a thestral, but he can’t see them. [yes this is an hp au, but we ignore you know who <3]
when you see a box of chocolate wands levitating toward you from the other side of the quad you shut your book and get up before they can reach you
stubbornly, the sender of the chocolates follows you down into the castle
“hoshi - tell minghao im not-”
you turn around, ready to be faced with the big smile of the gryffindor troublemaker but instead, you see hufflepuff’s own xu minghao
“oh - i thought the floating chocolate would be more of a hoshi thing than you.”
turning on your heel, you nearly get away before minghao’s hand touches your shoulder
“sorry for sending him after you before, but are you really so against it?”
something softens when you hear the genuine question in his voice.
you know out of all the students in your year, minghao is considered the most formidable artist of them all
aside from magic - there’s a whole list of things he’s good at - and the muggle hobby of drawing is one of them
although wizards have figured out ways to cast the likeness of something or someone onto parchment hundreds of years ago, minghao is traditional
you can tell because he keeps a sketchbook (non-magical) under his arm at all times - you’re sure it’s more important to him than his own wand
but still - his request is just a bit much this time
“im sorry, i can’t. maybe someone else can help you.”
with that you gently shrug his hold off of you and hurry toward the classrooms
you don’t look back - but minghao watches you disappear in the flurry of students
“i don’t understand why you keep saying no!”
your friend lays themselves dramatically over your bed and puts a hand over their heart
“it’s xu minghao - he’s the most eligible boy in hufflepuff!”
you pet the top of your owls head as you sit in the window of your dorm and frown
“you said that last week, but it was about seokmin.”
they pretend they don’t hear you and continue
“what is he even asking you to do? pose for him? model for him? be pretty in front of him?”
you shake your head and get up, shrugging a light jacket over your shoulders and telling your friend you’re going to head out
“meeting up with minghao?!”
they call back and you shut the door with a flick of your wand
the forest outside of hogwarts is usually quiet, students don’t like going there unless it’s for a class, but you’ve gotten comfortable enough to know your way around
you especially know where to go to find thestrals - the small herd that hogwarts uses to pull the carriages all gather in a place off the path and you’ve been visiting it for almost all the years you’ve been attending
you never get too close - thestrals can be rather sensitive, and plus, the benefit of being able to actually see them is something you don’t want to lose if they actively start trying to hide
you find the familiar tree stump you climb ontop of and-
“oh.”
your head turns in the direction of someones voice and you see minghao standing a couple of feet away
“what are you doing here?”
you ask, bewildered - both by the fact that he’s in the woods by himself and that he somehow managed to find this place in particular
“i thought this might be where the thestral herd is. i can’t see them, but this place has a certain feeling.”
“well…i can’t say you’re wrong..”
you look over his shoulder where some of the thestrals have lifted their heads to keep an eye on your conversation
minghao follows your gaze and goes, “they’re behind me aren’t they?”
“yes. don’t make any sudden movements - they don’t like that.”
he nods, making his way down onto the grass.
he opens his sketchbook and you can’t help but step closer to him
“are you going to draw?”
“yep, im going to draw them - or at least what i think they look like.”
you shift from one foot to another
this is what minghao has been trying to get you to do for weeks, describe a thestral to him
apparently, he hasn’t gone through the events one has to go through in order to clearly see them
you on the other hand have, and the only reason people know about it is because your trauma was a publically talked about event
part of you wants to know if minghao has something similar but unlike you - hasn’t come to accept it yet
you look at his side profile, all perfect sharp angles, his bone structure is striking and you understand the hype he gets around school
his long fingers hold the pencil delicately, he draws a line and then looks up to meet your stare
“they look like horses right?”
you have to bring yourself out of his beauty and back into reality - embarrassing enough of a task that you just kind of nod
“well, yes but they’re very different.”
“how so?”
you sink to your knees beside him, you look out at the creatures who have returned to their business after sensing neither you or minghao are a threat
“they’re skeletal - people say they’re scary once you are able to see them for the first time but it’s not that, they’re just otherworldly - transparent almost.”
you put your hands around your knees
“their wings are big, like a dragon - but thinner, they kind of look like the skin between webbing……the bones are long and silver.”
before you realize it, you’re going into more detail than you had wanted to
“if i had to describe them as a color though, it’s like looking at moonlight as an animal.”
you had been denying minghao’s request for you to tell him about them but now it just pours out
at first, you had thought talking about them would push to surface memories you didn’t want to look back on
but instead - it’s almost cathartic - to sit beside someone and share an experience like this with them
when you turn to tell minghao one more thing, you see that he hasn’t picked up his pencil again
instead his sketchbook is laying on the grass in front of you two and he’s looking at you
“minghao?”
“it’s hard to draw when you talk about them so beautifully.”
you bite back your lip
“well they are beautiful.”
“that’s why i asked you by the way-”
he clears his throat and his voice drops
“i never meant it to be annoying, or to make you think about things you didn’t want to think about again. i just always thought that you would be the best person to describe them the way they really look.”
you nod and something makes you reach out for his sketchbook
“i wish i could draw them for you - but i really don’t have any talent.”
you touch the paper and then feel something soft against your ear
you look and minghao is reaching out to pick a stray leaf from your hair
his touch is gentle and the woods are still all around you - just the softness of the moment
he lets it blow off into the wind and you watch it make a path up and back toward the tree
minghao doesn’t take his eyes off of you
“i think you have other talents.”
he finally starts and then his hand drops back to his side
“and i think one of them is making me want to be around you.”
you freeze because the words are unexpected and raw, you try to find a logical response to it but you can only muster a small
“what do you mean?”
he leans back and looks out in front of him - he sees an empty pasture of grass
“i don’t really know, i just see you and something pulls me toward you. something i can’t see, just like a thestral. i know it sounds weird but if magic is real than i think love isn’t too farfetched of a concept either.”
“l-love?”
you suddenly feel hot in your jacket, minghao shifts slightly
“i don’t know if that’s what it is but i just - i haven’t felt more at ease than right now. right now - sitting beside you.”
you look out in front of you - you see the thestrals in the pasture of grass
“i feel at ease too….”
his hand slips closer and then his pinkie is ontop of yours
the trees and the sky all hold their breaths
“then maybe we can just stay here for a while?”
his pinkie hooks with yours, and then his entire palm slides into yours
you lay back against the grass and minghao lines up perfectly beside you - now you’re both looking up at the open blue sky
something stirs inside you, something you haven’t felt before - if you could see it, it might be a glowing pinkness around your chest. minghao would have it too.
but you enjoy the silence and then see something hover above you, the chocolate wands from earlier
this time you smile, reaching out for them. minghao squeezes your hand.
a thestral comes closer to sniff at your hair, minghao asks if one is nearby and you say yes but it’s ok
*this post was commissioned | based very lightly off seventeen - fallin’ flowers tw: break up mention/general angst
“something in your gentleness entraps him you make it look so easy, to love and provide for something he knows a flower is one thing, a human is another - but could you do that for him too?”
you had thought jihoon was going to marry them
so standing in the middle of his studio with the remnants of their relationship, a broken vase of lilies in the corner, his undone portrait of them dripping down with the streaks of paint he’d thrown at the canvas in a fit of confusion and pain
feels ………. wrong
as if you were the one who was broken up with, and not jihoon who is on his knees a couple of feet away
hands stained in watercolors, eyes blank and burrowing
you reach for the wilting lilies first, you’ve known jihoon long enough to be aware of the fact that trying to use words to comfort him right now won’t work
so you silently begin to clean up, plucking items that belong to his ex and placing them out of sight
you take the ruined canvas with half their face sketched out and turn it over
jihoon doesn’t move from his spot as you work - doesn’t say anything - doesn’t even look at you
when you’re done you finally kneel down beside him, bring the hot wet towel to his hands and start to scrub the dry paint from his palms
you try to be gently but jihoon finally speaks
“harder, you have to scrub harder if you want to get rid of them.”
you can’t tell if he’s talking about the paint or of the memories that must be flooding into him
you had remembered how happy he had looked, being in love, being with someone who seemed to understand him
now he was empty and you were scared of what could happen if he was left like this alone
you don’t argue, you scrub harder and finally you get some of the colors off his skin
there’s still smudges thought, the same way there will still be those pieces of his ex scarred across him
time heals everything - you want to say that, but its too early to start preaching
instead you tell jihoon he should go to bed now, you’ll take care of the rest of the cleaning up and put his art supplies away
he gives a vague sort of look toward the bedroom and then back at you
“i broke the vase, the one with the lilies.”
“it’s ok, ive already cleaned-”
“i should go buy fresh ones.”
his eyes glaze over, he gets up and you scramble to your feet in the process
you put a hand on his chest to stop him and jihoon stares at you, but you can tell he isnt focused
“ill buy them, please jihoon. go to bed.”
somehow you manage to get him to turn around
and you are standing now in the doorway to his apartment, with a trash bag full of his exes things and the pathetic looking lilies
you had bought them as a gift when you’d come over to celebrate jihoon’s successful art show
his ex had put them into a vase and gushed over how pretty they looked - jihoon had never been one to be so romantic, but he had said that they looked almost as pretty as his ex did
you had watched them be so loving toward each other just days ago
but now it was all gone and part of you is angry at both of them
at jihoon’s ex for leaving him, out of the blue and with no real reason but the excuse of having “outgrown” him
and at jihoon for calling you after it had happened
but that anger toward him is really just a cover for something else
the hollowing pit in your stomach that has always been there since you met jihoon in college.
the pit you’ve covered with years of support for him and his relationships and his art
the pit, in which sits the actual emotion you’ve been hiding from the world
if you had picked me, i would have never hurt you like this
the thought is cruel and you tell yourself never to think such a thing like that again
but its there, it will always be there, because you love jihoon
not that you ever plan to let that truth come to the surface……
the next morning, you stop by the florist to pick up the lilies you promised you’d buy
you look at them, watching as one of the petals sags to the side, threatening to fall
you dont know what it is about lilies in particular - they bloom so big and beautiful that they often steal the attention in a garden
they’re quite the opposite of you
who has always found yourself more of a queen anne’s lace, playing a side role in the main stories of all your friends
but you adore them above all other flowers, touching the petal made of velvet and suddenly remembering that you had seen lilies when you first met jihoon
you had taken art in college as an extra credit class
you weren’t at all any good, but it was enjoyable to take a course that didnt demand much from you but creativity
one of the first assignments had been still life: drawing baskets of fruit, books on tables, flowers in vases
you had ended up with a vase with one purple lily in it.
the only other person who had also chose it was jihoon
you didn’t know his name back then
just that he was so beautiful, like he had been drawn himself and came to life off the page
his eyes like umber, russet sunsets - his mouth slightly parted in concentration as he let his pencil flow across his canvas
you had trouble focusing on the flower, which is probably half the reason it came out terribly
but it had also allowed jihoon to look over and offer with a quiet tone, that you maybe work on shading here - and dimension here
you had told him you weren’t in the art major and he had given you the kind of look that read, i could tell
before smiling to himself in the way you caved your head in a bit of embarrassment
it wasn’t like you ever thought the meaningless, sometimes only minute long conversation you’d have with him in the art room would turn into a friendship which harbored its way into one-sided love
somehow you had just ended up being invited warmly into his small knit circle
jihoon extending his hand to you after getting a text about dinner with seokmin and jeonghan
jihoon allowing only his and your eyes to fall upon his works in progress, you taking the free time you had to spend at his studio mixing paints and organizing his drawing materials
he never ask you to do those things - but he also never chided you for it
jeonghan had mentioned it once, when you were all walking in the summer evening after a movie outing
that you being able to earn jihoon’s trust was a higher honor than one might think
you had looked from jeonghan to jihoon - who had been walking a bit in front with the rest of your friends
head turned, his profile against the setting sun
“ah - are you buying another bouquet for your artist boyfriend?”
you jump at the sudden question and shake your head
“he’s not my boyfriend.”
you swallow and find that your throats gone dry
“he actually just got broken up with so……”
the florist frowns, taking you gently by the hand and leading you away from the lilies
“then those are not the flowers you should be getting him, you need to get him something that will say cheer up! there’s someone better out there for you - could i suggest tulips?”
you give a polite smile
“no, i think i have to take the lilies.”
when you arrive at jihoon’s apartment, the door is unlocked and jihoon is still in bed
from the way the kitchen is untouched and he’s wearing the same shirt he was yesterday you assume he hasn’t moved in all this time
“jihoon”
you softly speak
“it’s already well past lunch, have you eaten?”
he pulls his feet up so they disappear under the covers again. you look around the room and find a vase full of old paintbrushes
you take it and tell jihoon you’re going to go make him something to eat and that you’ve brought the lilies
he doesn’t reply, not until you turn in the doorway and his voice is smaller than you’ve ever heard before
“can you put the lilies in here?”
“you don’t want them in the studio?”
“no, please put them here.”
you quickly fry up an egg and make some coffee, which you set down on the night table beside jihoon’s bed
you move his sketchbook away and realize that it’s open to an empty page
your eyes briefly glance to see if jihoon has reacted at all, but he’s still
you go back to wash out the waves and put the lilies in
you wrap a rubberband around his paintbrushes and set them by the others which are stock piled in the studio room
a small ping of relief floods through you when you enter the bedroom and jihoon is up, holding the cup of coffee in his hands
usually people would suggest you make conversation to help ease jihoon’s mind out of whatever dark place it has wondered into it
but you just put the lilies down and tend to cleaning up whatever other paper and things you can see on the floor
even though jihoon only finishes the coffee and maybe a quarter of the egg, it’s still a start
the pain he’s feeling is fresh and you don’t want to push anything
but as you tell him you’re off to leave again - you remind him that he does have another exhibition planned in two weeks
on the way back home you hope his love for painting can cradle him through this all
whenever you think of the sadness that comes with being unloved, you throw yourself into your hobbies, scribbling down poems or re-reading novels from your time in school
you’d done it all to stop thinking about jihoon - you hope he does the same too
about a week passes when you return to jihoon’s again, and it’s only because this time jeonghan calls you with a serious worry about jihoon’s exhibition
“he isn’t painting, that’s the problem.”
“what do you mean he isn’t painting?”
“when i came over, he was sitting in front of the canvas with his hand pressed against it - but …….. he wasn’t drawing or painting or doing anything.”
you show up to the apartment after the call and take a deep breath before you let yourself in
today might be the first time you mention the breakup to jihoon, and you don’t know if its too early yet
to make the dread bubble even harder in your stomach is the fact that sitting outside of his apartment is that undone portrait of his ex
its half shrouded with other trash bags left to be collected
you look at the familiar face and clench your fist a bit tighter
if you hadnt done this to him, if you hadnt made this mess - i wouldnt be stuck cleaning it up.
you chide and immediately fall into regret
its not a mess, taking care of your friends is not a mess.
you knock on the door and wait for a moment till you hear jihoon turn the lock
you’re relived to see that his hair is wet from a fresh shower, but the bags under his eyes like crows wings cancels it out
as well as the fact that he looks as if he’s seen the devil himself
“what’s wrong?”
jihoon’s shoulders shrink
“do i really have to answer that?”
you step inside and the door closes behind you two
“jeonghan said you’re having trouble painting”
jihoon’s head drops and the darkness of the hallway makes everything feel closer and more intense
he turns and starts to walk toward the studio and you follow, gasping a little at the sight of it
canvases broken in halves, paint spilled on the floor - but not a single new painting, not a single completed project
jihoon sits down in the middle of it all and puts his head in his hands
he looks like he’s in agony, silent and torturous
is this what happens when an artist loses their muse?
you don’t know how to help and that makes it all the more worse
you just sit down beside jihoon
he lets you take his hands in your own
in the corner of the room those fresh lilies youve bought have wilted again
on one of the broken canvases, the only thing jihoon has been able to paint is those scattered and browning petals
you start to come by everyday after that because as much as you share jeonghan’s worry about the art
you are more so worried about jihoon shutting down
now he has nothing to focus on, just the fact that he’s lost the love of his life
so you try and entertain and keep him alive to the best of your ability
with groceries and company, bringing over his other friends - trying to coax him into going outside
jihoon reacts on some level, but you can tell that he just wants to paint again
all he’s done is brush strokes on the white paper, the shape vaguely like that of a flower but you cant ever tell what kind
he also keeps asking you if you can bring him lilies again
you do, and this time they live longer because you tend to them - and when you do you fail to realize that jihoon starts to watch you
he takes note of the way you move the vase with both hands
the way you keep the steams between the same two fingers every time
you arent burdened by the little chore because its takes at most five or so minutes out of the day
but jihoon unfolds each step you take like a storybook page
something in your gentleness entraps him
you make it look so easy, to love and provide for something
he knows a flower is one thing, a human is another - but
could you do that for him too?
he looks into his hands and the cup of coffee you made for him is sitting on the table to the left
have you already been doing it, all this time?
which is why on the day before the exhibition
when you ask him if he wants you to help him cancel it
he says no, he thinks he can fish something in time
you light up and ask if he’s finally found a new muse, but jihoon blinks slowly
“a new muse?”
“yes, i mean i thought - well i thoughtthey were your muse and losing them meant you couldnt paint but if youre saying you can now then-
jihoon’s eyes turn to ice at the mention but then he shakes his head
“they …… i never saw them as a muse.”
he stops to think on it, he isn’t lying
“but you loved them, i mean -”
he keeps his eyes down and you fidget, “sorry, let’s not talk about that.”
“i did, you’re right i did love them but that doesn’t mean they inspired me.”
he taps a finger and then looks at you
sitting across from him, how you’ve done a million times before
suddenly jihoon thinks if he can look at you like that for a little while longer
he can create again
he can paint something
so when he asks you to stay still, you do - and jihoon brings his pencil down to paper
only to get up half an hour later and take you with him
he sits you down again and sets up a bigger canvas this time, brings his paintbrushes
and then he moves the vase with the lily from behind him to sit at your feet
“jihoon, are you going to paint me?”
“yes”
“why?”
he looks from the lily to you
“because i want to, and it’s the first time in a while that i think ill be able to.”
you don’t realize it yourself not until you’ve fallen asleep in your position and jihoon is deep into his painting
that the muse you were talking about and thinking he’d lost
had been you all along
jihoon knew it, even when he was in a relationship, that there was no one else in this world that could make him paint
he’d felt it the first time you met in that art class, he’d watched you fumble through your drawing
and usually he wasn’t inspired to draw the mundane, the everyday
until he started seeing just how much it could mean to him
he had been painting that portrait of his ex out of obligation, they had asked him to do it
and so it had been taking a while - it had been unfinished not even because of the breakup but because jihoon didn’t want to do it
and yet here he was, the brush strokes pouring out of him in an attempt to capture every little detail there is to you
he had been wallowing in his pain and hadn’t bothered to look at you again
until you started to be there, everyday, like those lilies
and those lilies, beautiful and sweet
they were yours, you were theirs. to jihoon something about the silk of the petal and the sway of your hair made sense
he doesn’t wake you up, he’s been your friend long enough to know the parts of you he wants in the painting
he only stops when he’s done and his hair is stuck to him with sweat and the sun is rising outside his window
you’ve slumped over completely onto the couch and jihoon comes closer to move you into a more comfortable position
this is the first time in these weeks that he is taking care of you instead of the other way around
when his fingers touch your skin he suddenly feels the kind of sparking urge he has only felt with others who hes been intimate with
your small stir in his arms causes him alarm and excitement all at once, when your eyes open slightly he jumps back before he fears he’ll do something you wont like
in the morning, jihoon is passed out cold in his bed and you get up and rub your eyes
finally you let yourself move toward the canvas to see what jihoon has painted
its you………its you in every way……….you stare at that face of yours like a mirrored reflection
seeing it like this something ties a knot in your heart
“is this what its like to be a muse?”
jihoon’s voice floats through the room
“you’ve always been mine.”
you turn - because you don’t think you’ve really heard it - maybe its just your drowsy imagination speaking
but jihoon is there and the phone is ringing, jeonghan about the exhibition
neither you or jihoon reach for the phone
instead you ask him,
“what do you mean?”
he doesn’t know how to explain it
instead he looks at you and then over his shoulder into his room
the exhibition doesnt start until the afternoon, and you are in his studio and you are whats brought him back from a point of emptiness
you are more than a muse
somehow you end up with his hand on yours again and this time that spark is searing up through both of you
jihoon’s paint stained fingers splay on the small of your back
you are still a little scared that its too early for this, if its just the wounds on his heart speaking
but jihoons lips only centimetres from yours promise that its more than that
its all that time wasted, his attention was yours that day in the art classroom
and he was an idiot for ever trying to put it on someone else
but like all good things - they come with time and if you want him how he wants you then hes here
and he’s ready to let this between you bloom into something more
you giggle when his breath tickles you before you finally kiss
you wonder if everyone will be surprised by that painting jihoon has done of you when its up in the wall of the gallery
when the lily petals fall from the flower in that vase and land at your entangled feet.
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Synopsis:You and Wonwoo work at a fro-yo shop and together.
“Wonwoo, we’re out of chocolate chips, can you go to the back and a grab some more?”
Wonwoo simply nodded and saluted you before he went into the storage room. You and Wonwoo had been working together at Franks’s Fro-Yo for almost a year now. For most of the day, the shop was pretty empty since most people in town preferred the frozen dairy confectionery at night. Of course, once the sun started to set, the place would swarm with people trying to get a cup. Luckily, you and Wownoo usually worked the morning shift and always had plenty of time to yourselves.
Wonwoo reappeared with a sack of miniature chocolate chips and wordlessly laid them down on the counter.
“Thanks, soldier.”
“Sir, my payment?”
“Ah, that’s right,” you dipped a hand into the chocolate chips and handed some to your coworker. “Don’t go spending it all in one place now.”
“You can’t tell me what to do!” Wonwoo chucked a chip at you and somehow you were able to catch it with your mouth. The two of you stared at each other in awe.
“Maybe you can tell me what to do,” Wonwoo muttered. Suddenly, the two of you went back to working silently.
The dynamic you had with Wonwoo while at work was a little odd. You guys would be super playful one minute, then quickly shift to stern and serious. This kind of emotional turbulence would give most people whiplash, but not the two of you. The flipping of vibes was a common thing for you.
Even though the shop was as dead as a corpse, the lack of conversation never made either of you uncomfortable. Not having to force conversation made the times you did speak really effortless and easy. That’s probably what you liked most about working with Wonwoo: he was the best company.
“So, what are you doing after work?” Wonwoo abruptly asked.
“I’m probably going to grab my sketchbook and head to the museum. I need more practice with portraits and a certain someone won’t sit still for a sketch.”
“I can’t help it. I get uncomfortable when you stare at me like that.” You continued to restock the spoon dispenser as you replied.
“It’s my concentration face, Won. I can’t help it. Pass me the yogurt cups, please.” Wonwoo obliged.
“Anyway’s, what’re you up to this fine Friday night?”
“Mingyu is setting me up on a blind date.”
Wonwoo had your full attention. You stopped restocking to turn to your friend.
“Another one? Didn’t you go on one last week with, uh,” you paused, racking your brain for Wonwoo’s latest-attempt-at-love’s name, “Jennie, was it?”
Wonwoo shrugged. “Yeah. I indulge him too much.” Wonwoo moved from the counter and seated himself at one of the fluorescent tables nearby. “She was sweet. All the girls I’ve gone out with are usually pretty nice, it’s just-“ Wonwoo paused. “There’s just something that isn’t there for me.”
You stepped away from the cup holders and sat across from your coworker.
“Maybe you’re too concerned with what you’re not feeling with them and end up ignoring what you actually do feel when you’re on these dates. At the same time, don’t try and force a connection that isn’t there.” Wonwoo rose from his chair and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and a small towel before he replied
“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You lightly punched Wonwoo on the shoulder.
“Maybe? Here I am thinking I’m omniscient and know everything.”
“Whatever,” Wonwoo rolled his eyes and you and quickly flashed you his playful smile. Wonwoo had the best smile.
“So, where are you taking this one?”
“Bowling, maybe?” Wonwoo began wiping down the tables as you returned to refilling the spoon dispenser.
You jested, “Aren’t you terrible at bowling?”
“That doesn’t make it any less fun, Y/N. Besides,” Wonwoo added,” you keep knitting me scarves for Christmas even though you’re an awful knitter.”
You played hurt and jokingly laid a hand over your heart. “If that’s the way you feel about my handmade gifts then I won’t make you anything at all!”
Just like that, the conversation had ended and the two of you were back to working in silent.
The shift continued. You and Wonwoo found things to keep yourselves occupied after you finished the morning prep. You took a twenty minute power nap under the toppings table, the two of you made bets on who could balance a miniature marshmallow on their nose the longest, and while Wonwoo was reading behind the cash register, he sat still just long enough for you to sketch both his eyes and half of his nose in your notebook.
Towards the end of your shift, a very frantic manager called the store and begged you to cover for them. Apparently, three people for that late shift bailed so they could go to some beach party. You and Wonwoo were the only ones the manager could rely on, especially on such short notice, too. Since Wonwoo had his date, you were the only one between the both of you that was free to work that night.
“Guess I’m not going to the museum after all,” you complained.
“I’m going to cancel my date. I’d feel bad if you had to work a double shift while I’m out having fun.”
“Oh, no you don’t. You’re going to go on that date and give that girl a shot. What if she’s the one? The universe works in mysterious ways, you know. This could be one of those life-altering decisions. She could be the mother of your children, Won. Think of the children!”
“Alright, I get it. I’ll go if you promise me to stop rambling.”
You were given just enough time in between shifts to go home, shower, and eat something before you had to be back at the shop for round two. A large group of obnoxious guys came in and annoyingly flirted with you all night. You texted Wonwoo throughout the harassment.
This guy just pointed finger guns at me and called me babe. I think I’m gonna barf
I have no idea why, but these dude are sticking spoons in their noses
I should’ve gone to the museum instead
Delivered
You found it a little odd that Wonwoo wasn’t answering your texts. Even on a blind date, Wonwoo always answers. You figured he just must be hitting it off with this chick.
About ten minutes later, in the middle of you counting ceiling tiles out of boredom, you thought you heard someone call your name. You looked around and spotted your coworker and best friend standing on the other side of the counter.
“Wonwoo, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be making a fool of yourself in the bowling alley right now?”
“Do you have five minutes? I really need to talk to you.”
You looked over at the obnoxious groups of boys occupying the store. Most of them seemed like the types to grab extra toppings or pour fro-yo into their mouths, straight from the machine. One of them, however, seemed to be some sort of voice of reason in their little gang.
“You have exactly five minutes.” You were afraid the storefront would be in a state of complete chaos if you left for too long.
Wonwoo took your hand and led you to the storage room in the back.
“Earlier today we were talking about how I always feel like something is missing when I go out on those blind dates.”
You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“The reason why I never want to go out on another date is because of you.”
You blinked at Wonwoo, dumbfounded. “I don’t understand.”
Wonwoo, exasperated, explained. “I’m always comparing them to you. I keep thinking, ‘If Y/N was here, she’d think this was hilarious,’ or ‘Her perfume isn’t as nice as the one Y/N wears.’”
He stepped closer to you now and lightly held your hands in his own. You stared at him with your mouth a tad agape and your head tilted to slightly to one side, a look of confusion on your face.
“I don’t want to go on anymore blind dates. I want to go on a date with you.”
“Wonwoo-“ he interrupted you.
“You don’t have to confirm whether you reciprocate my feelings or not at this exact moment in time. I am asking you to let me take you on a date tomorrow night, just me and you. We can suck at bowling together or go to the museum and check out the Monét exhibit I know you’ve been dying to see. Just let me take you out, at least once.”
Normally, you’d ask if a confession such as sudden as this was a joke or not. Knowing Wonwoo, seeing the look in his eyes and hearing the desperation in his voice, you knew he was genuine. Your gaze softened and you held his hands firmly, trying to express the love you felt for him with the small gesture.
“Hey, Y/N, can you come down to the dorm? Hoshi hurt himself during rehearsal today and we’re not sure if it’s a serious enough injury that needs to be taken care of at a hospital.” Seungcheol called your cell phone in the middle of you stuffing your face with your favorite ice cream. It was your first day off in almost a month and you were trying to make the most of it.
“I can, but why isn’t your manager calling me? You’re supposed to tell your manager and then he calls me.”
You were Seventeen’s personal nurse. After Wonwoo’s time in the hospital, the company thought it would be beneficial for the boys if they had a nurse a personal nurse. That way, in the event of injury or illness, they can still attend some parts of rehearsal.
“All of our staff is in a meeting. We weren’t even scheduled for a rehearsal, but you know Hosh; he always pushes himself.”
“Alright. I’ll be there in-“ you looked at the time and then looked down at your stained pajama shirt, “about 20 minutes. Tell Hoshi to hang tight.”
“Aye, aye, captain!” You heard a faint voice in the background that you could only assume came from Soonyoung.
Roughly five minutes earlier than expected, you were standing in the open doorway of the infamous Seventeen dorm.
“Doctor Y/N is here to heal you, hyung” Mingyu called out to Hoshi as he leads you to the spot he was occupying on the couch.
“I’m not a doctor yet, you know.” You walked over to Soonyoung and immediately noticed the ball on the side of his ankle.
“I’m guessing you hurt your foot?” You gestured to his legs, which were being propped up by a mountain of pillows.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” Hoshi marveled at your intuitiveness.
“Lucky guess.” You kneeled on the floor beside Hoshi’s couch and began examining the area. There was already some slight discoloration.
“I’m going to touch your ankle at different points and I need you to tell me how painful these points are using a scale of one to five. One is little to no pain and five would be very painful, okay?” Soonyoung nodded.
You pressed lightly on Hoshi’s inner ankle and worked your way around to the outer ankle. The closer you got to the ball on Hoshi’s ankle, the more pain he felt.
“Alright, you’re definitely sprained. Can you walk at all?’
“Kind of,” Hoshi mumbled
“Kind of? You can barely walk! Jun and I had to practically carry you up the stairs.” Minghao had just entered the kitchen adjacent the living room.
“Don’t listen to him, Y/N, he just wants to seem tough in front of you.” Minghao continued
A light blush crept up on both your and Soonyoung’s face.
You ignored Minghao’s comment and addressed Hoshi directly.
“Hoshi, all I can I really prescribe you is pain killers, ice treatment, and rest. You need to stay off your foot as much as possible for at least 2 weeks.”
Hoshi demeanor immediately shifted from one of ease to severe distress.
“I’m really sorry about this, Hosh, but don’t worry; I’ll be here every day to take care of you and keep your mind off of your injury. Is that okay?”
Soonyoung’s mood was instantly lifted.
“Thanks, Y/N, I really appreciate this.”
For the next two weeks, you were Hoshi’s personal bedside nurse. Every day, you planned activities for him to do to distract him from the fact that he was unable to attend schedules and half of the rehearsals. One day you stole every pillow and blanket from the entire dorm and made a cozy little wonderland for you and Soonyoung in the living room. Another time, Hoshi sat on a stool in the kitchen and was the camera man for your new impromptu Chopped-esque cooking show, which Hoshi was your one and only viewer. Now, you and Hoshi were browsing twitter and talking to some of the fans.
A good portion of the posts was mainly “Oppa say hello to me!!11!” or “Hoshi I love you ♡X♡X”
“What about this one?” You pointed to the tweet that read: I think Hoshi would look really good with beauty makeup :)
“No. No way am I putting on that much makeup.”
Two minutes later, Hoshi was seated on the couch. You were seated on the armrest facing perpendicular Hoshi with your legs arching over his lap. Seated next to his lap was your small bag filled with basic essentials. After applying foundation, you began to lightly blend a warm neutral brown in the crease of Soonyoung’s eye.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Hoshi huffed.
“You know you can’t resist these charms. I always get whatever I want.” You playfully stuck your tongue out at Hoshi. He chuckled in reply. You continued working on Hoshi’s makeup but didn’t get very far when you suddenly felt something brush against the underside of your knee. You nearly jumped out of your seat.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was just grabbing a loose string from your shorts. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me, I’m just super ticklish is all.”
“How ticklish is super ticklish?”
“On a scale of one ten, I’m probably at 100.”
“Really?” A mischievous smile blossomed onto Soonyoung’s face
“Don’t get any ideas~” before you could finish your sentence, Hoshi began mercilessly tickling you.
You were no match for Hoshi’s expert moves. You wiggled and squirmed every time Hoshi so much as breathed on you.
“Stop!” You wheezed. “I can’t— breathe— Hosh— please!”
You ended up falling off of the armrest and straight into Hoshi’s lap. Falling onto Hoshi is what ended the tickle attack. It wasn’t until you caught your breath did you realize how close you were to Hoshi. Your next thought was: he is so beautiful.
“Y/N,” Soonyoung whispered while looking at your lips.
“Don’t give me that look. I don’t know what I’ll do if you keep looking at me like that.”
“I was just thinking… what would happen if I kiss you?”
“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”
You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. It is unclear who began to move first, all you know is Hoshi’s lips were millimeters, yet worlds away, from yours. Suddenly, the dream was shattered by the sound of a door unlocking.
“Hoshi, Nurse Y/N, we’re home!” Seungcheol called out as the other 12 members of Seventeen entered the dorm. You sprang up out of Hoshi’s lap and attempted to gain your composure.
“What have you guys been up— are you alright? Your faces are bright red,” Joshua asked with concern in his voice.
“We’re fine!” You and Soonyoung shouted simultaneously, which only deepened your scarlet cheeks.
“Hyung, what’s on your face?” Dino attempted to hide the amusement in his voice.
Hoshi glared at you, he cheeks still cherry red.
“A fan wanted to see Hoshi in full beauty makeup,” you muttered.
“Oh. Well, don’t let us stop you.” The heard of boys quickly dispersed into their rooms.
You immediately began removing your work from Soonyoung’s face. When you finished, the spell that was on the two of you earlier reappeared. Hoshi, fearing that one of the members would walk in and ruin the moment again, planted a quick kiss on your lips.
“You call that a kiss?” Before Hoshi could reply, you cradled his face and gave him a real, deep kiss.
