He smiled brighter than the sun and he gave you all that you wanted. Seokmin was the living sun in your life and you couldn’t ask for more. And when he sang- you can feel your heart explode. He made you feel full, your heart swelling in the love that he gave you and the radiating smiles from him were more than enough for you to last a lifetime.
You took my heart and attracted my eyes… I want to show you myself without hiding anything
Running through the rain with him or tackling him into a cuddle, laughter can only be heard from the two of you. Giggles and bright smiles shining from the both of you, breathless kisses being shared until broken by fits of laughter.
Seokmin sometimes felt the need to run down the streets and declare his love for you to let the whole neighborhood know how much love his heart felt for you. His tears no longer had to be hidden from the world, his fears and secrets were now told to you as yours told to him. You trusted each other and came to learn and love each other’s quirks and ticks. You were there for each other and loved each other fully.
I want to pick and gather all the pretty words for you
Breathless kisses, flowery smiles, and heart sickening gazes to each other, the boys hated every second the two of you were together but were overjoyed to their friend to find and receive the sunshine that he always gave to others.
It’s breathtaking to see how much the two of you loved each other. Shared laughter, nose kisses, his sharp nose poking your eye, there was so much to say, too many words to describe your relationship.
I can’t take it no more; I’ve got something to say,
Now Seokmin was aware that the two of you have been dating for years now. The two of you knew each other like the back of your hands, but a question had lingered in his mind since the day you moved in with him.
Seokmin looked over to your beautiful figure who was simply watering the happy house plants the two of you kept inside the apartment together. He smiled brightly; Seokmin was absolutely smitten for you.
You felt his eyes on your back and you smiled gleefully before shooting him a closed eye grin at him before giggling. Serotonin was flowing throughout your body as you waddled over to where Seokmin was sitting after giving the last plant some water for the day. Placing down the mini watering can, you snuggled up to your boyfriend resting your head on his chest a wide smile blooming on both of your faces as you looked up at him. Seokmin leaned down and softly touched noses with you, soft giggles erupting from your chests at the contact.
Seokmin looked at you with heart eyes, admiring how your eyes sparkled at that moment, soaking up the energy and happiness radiating from you. He raised his hand to smoothen out the stray hairs, to which you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment the two of you were sharing. Seokmin planted a warm kiss on your forehead, before squeezing you closer to him. His question to you grew louder inside his head.
I can’t take it no more; right now, I’m gonna try
Seokmin’s chest tightened while he was walking down the city streets with you, hand in hand. His eyes lingering on a certain jewelry store as the two of you window shopped. You bathed in the Seoul sunlight, Seokmin watching you lovingly for seeing the happiness and good in everything and everyone.
While trying on hats with him and taking silly photos in the department mirrors, he couldn’t help but to cradle your face in his hands. Seokmin softly squished your cheeks together, a scrunched smile making its way onto your face causing the both of you to giggle. The two of you recreated the scene with both your phones in hand, your matching phone wallpapers came to be.
The two of you still went on dates like this even after years of being in a relationship together. Dates to the arcade or just a walk in the park was enough for the two of you. You made each other happy no matter what, each day bringing a new and precious memory to remember.
Seokmin turned to you who was gazing into the sunset, the two of you seated on a bench in the park. He was enraptured in your beauty, a taut blush forming on his face when he thought to himself that he would live to do this with you forever. His grip on your hand was firm when his question pounded in his head once more.
I can’t take it no more; I was about to write a letter
Seokmin sat silently at your dining table, a piece of paper and an open pen taunting him. The written ink on the paper stared back at him while he read over the words his heart spilled out. He felt his face heat up when reading over the question that he’d been wanting to ask you for a while now. The words teased him, Seokmin felt like a coward. Why couldn’t he just tell you already?
The door to the apartment opened, Seokmin scrambling to hide the paper as quick as possible. You sluggishly walked inside, your work bag in hand and a tired expression morphing into a smile at the sight of Seokmin and a meal waiting for you next to him. You gave Seokmin a greeting peck before hurrying your way to wash up, excited for the meal on the table.
Seokmin exhaled the breath he was holding and slowly took out the now crumpled paper out of his cardigan’s sleeve. A sigh escaped from him once he saw the fresh ink ruin the rest of the words on the page. Seokmin didn’t want to present the messy letter to you, he wanted it to be perfect just as the way he saw you. Seokmin shoved the destroyed letter into his pocket and waited patiently for you to join him at the table.
His question will have to wait for now.
I can’t take it no more; I can’t stand it
Seokmin found himself staring at you one night, the way how even in the night you were still so beautiful to him. He felt his heart swell in the love he held for you as he pulled your sleeping self closer to him. He stroked your hair, a soothing reagent which Seokmin grew to love doing to you. A smile appearing on his face when you snuggled deeper into his chest after the action.
Seokmin couldn’t believe he was able to find someone like you in a life like his. The both of you worked so hard to get where you were and above it all, you still loved each other with the same heart from when you started dating. Seokmin felt loved by you, his light, that he found himself holding back tears. He felt his chest tighten for the nth time that night, his question was at the tip of his tongue, but he bit it, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night.
Beautiful words like the lines in a movie
Seokmin smiled a bright smile at you as the two of you danced barefoot to the ballads of your time that were playing on your Bluetooth radio. He spun you around slowly, your clumsy feet not used to dancing with a partner. But even if you were to stumble, Seokmin was sure to catch you not caring how many times you softly stepped on his toes. The two of you laughed and waltzed all night in your apartment.
The words I’ve prepared overnight for days
Seokmin tucked a single daisy behind your ear before pulling you down to lay with him on the spread blanket. He cracked jokes at the different cloud shapes he spotted, enjoying how your laugh tickled his ears. The daisy flower crown you made for him sat on his head, Seokmin who sat in awe while your nimble fingers created it, wore it proudly with a smile on his face. The two of you continued to cloud watch and bathe in the sunlight of another beautiful day you spent together.
I want to say them to you tomorrow with my clenched fists
Seokmin leaned against your chest while sitting in between your legs with his arms around your torso. He listened to your steady heartbeat and relaxed to your touch as you stroked his hair, trying to help him fall asleep. Seokmin’s breathing leveled and his inner peace was restored, his racing thoughts were no longer running, and his heartrate slowed to match yours. His ears perked up to listen to you hum one of the ballads that the two of you danced to a few nights before, one that quickly became your shared favorite. Seokmin felt at peace with you, the courage needed to ask his question was filled.
You are pretty.
Seokmin stood in front of you in the park the two of you watched the sunset in and handed you your last 13th daisy, the other twelve handed out by his friends who helped him with his plan.
And with one shaky breath and you nearly in tears, he dropped down to his knee and revealed a hidden ring to you, finally asking you the question he’s been thinking about the whole time.
Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, and he was completely aware that his actions were stupid and insanely spontaneous. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination.
You and Wonwoo lived in nearby neighborhoods since primary school in Changwon, his hometown. The two of you got along as quiet children; you understood each other. Your worlds were filled with wonder and imagination. Your precious innocence and childhood memories revolved around each other. The two of you didn’t see a problem with spending so much time together; even as the two of you entered high school, you found time for each other despite having different schedules. The two of you always tried your hardest to find time to walk home together. It didn’t matter that the other kids would poke and prod at you to start dating or tease you for spending so much time together; you were a pair and were precious to each other.
As the end of senior year of high school neared, thoughts on colleges and universities to apply were common. Wonwoo wanted to get out of the town and see the city, he craved the excitement that his hometown lacked, but you wanted to stay in Changwon because of its familiarity and the fear of becoming homesick. And when Wonwoo finally broke the news that he had been accepted to Seoul National University, you didn’t know how to react.
Your best friend made it to a great school, and you should be happy for him, but it was your best friend who would be separated from you after 18 years of staying side by side.
The two of you sat in silence after Wonwoo spoke, the slight squeaking of the rusting swing set the two of you sat on being the only audible noise. The swing set resided in a park you and Wonwoo frequented since you were young, it being the halfway point between your neighborhoods. Going here would be your sacred spot for years in your friendship; the most complicated talks would take place here, this being one of them. As your mind filled with clashing thoughts, some of your hidden feelings for the boy were pushing you to beg him to stay. Wonwoo waited for you to process the information he suddenly pushed onto you. He shifted his eyes to you to see how you were coping; he knew it was going to be hard for the both of you to be so far from each other; Seoul being on the other side of South Korea, from Changwon. It scared him to be away from his family, but he wanted to seize the moment, but he wanted to know if you would be alright with his absence.
Wonwoo silently intertwined his cold fingers with yours, a habit that the two of you unconsciously did when in need of comfort; or whenever his hands lacked warmth. Your hands were still so small and warm in his, something that he found comical since you were kids. But now, as growing young adults, the both of you knew that fate was bound to tear the two of you apart sooner or later. With lacklustre enthusiasm, you looked at Wonwoo with glassy eyes and a painful smile, giving a soft squeeze to give him more warmth.
“I’m happy for you.”
Jeon Wonwoo is no idiot. He knew that his departure to Seoul would significantly affect the both of you. The day of his departure finally arrived. He said goodbyes to family, and the two of you found yourself sitting side by side at the train platform, waiting for his train. The wait was silent for the most part, you had cried to yourself the night leading up to this day, and you were not expecting to fight your tears again today as you sat with him for the last time in a while. Without looking at him, you quietly reached for his hand and warmed it in yours. Wonwoo allowed your actions and silently watched you, a growing pit of sadness built inside him as your grip on his hand tightened with the whistle of the approaching train. It was time for him to leave.
The two of you stood up and looked at each other one last time. Your tears were flowing out now, causing Wonwoo to chuckle at you (even as you softly hit his chest) and wiped them away. You pulled him into a tight hug, the two of you pouring out your feelings into it, your tears staining his jacket and your hands clutching the fabric. The two of you gripped onto each other for the last time until the train’s doors opened. His hands slid down to your hand one last time as the two of you gave one last squeeze. And as his fingers slipped away from your warmth, he felt his heart clench at the sight of you standing alone on the platform crying. With a heavy heart and an unfamiliar feeling in his heart, Wonwoo boarded the train to Seoul with his luggage in hand.
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It had only been a few days since Wonwoo left his hometown when he received a letter from you. You had mailed it in a decorated envelope that came in a hefty pack that you had bought from the stationary store near your school. Wonwoo recognized the envelope design and chuckled to himself, remembering how excited you got when he bought it for you. However, when he called you about the letter, you refused to speak about it and told him if he wanted to say anything, he would have to write back.
In your letter, you spoke about how life was doing in your hometown and about how it felt different without him there. You talked about his family and how you were preparing for the upcoming year at Changwon National University. You stated your purpose of the letter, explaining that although it is cliché, you claimed a warmth that one could feel when receiving a handwritten letter from someone close to you. Wonwoo let out a chuckle, humored to see your familiar behavior even when written out.
Wonwoo wrote back to you the same day and happily mailed it at the post office near his dorm. And without knowing it, he would excitedly wait for your next letter to arrive and would internally scream whenever a decorated envelope would sit in his mailbox. As the year progressed, the pile of letters from you grew. Wonwoo kept them in a small box on his desk and would read them over whenever he missed you or home. Polaroids from back home that you sent to him in each letter were taped onto his wall; a certain polaroid of you smiling with a lollipop stuck in your hair was hidden in his phone case. He found comfort in having your photo back there; he had a piece of you with him all the time, plus it was his favorite out of all the pictures of you.
His Uni friends were aware of your presence and how important you were to him. Wonwoo’s roommate, Seungcheol, would tease him often about you because the speckled man would close himself from the world until he finished the letter. Seungcheol didn’t mind, though; he found it cute how whipped Wonwoo was for the girl in the letters. Plus, you had sent Wonwoo’s roommate a lollipop in compensation for having to deal with him, so Seungcheol thought nicely of you. The rest of the 11 men Wonwoo befriended would poke and prod him about “his girl back home.” Which he would deny despite his quickening heart rate when speaking to you on the phone or through letters.
As school got increasingly difficult and the work began to pile up for the both of you, the letters stopped for a while after a mutual understanding that your lives were getting busy. Wonwoo had sent the last letter, which meant that he had to wait for you to send a response to continue the chain. Throughout the break, Wonwoo would continue to deny any claim that prompted him to miss the letters from you. He always had his phone to contact you whenever he wanted to. Despite him waving off his friends’ comments, there was a large part of him that longed to see another one of your decorated envelopes sitting inside his mailbox. There was something heartwarming about receiving letters because it took time to make and deliver. Letters took time out of your day, and he could tell that you wrote in detail, fearful of missing a detail that would have to wait for the following letter.
Now, Jeon Wonwoo is not an idiot. He always took into mind what his friends thought about him and would reflect on his day to find ways to improve himself. One particular day was filled with his friends’ teasing had brought Wonwoo to question if he held secret feelings for you that he was unaware about. His thoughts were brought back to when the two of you were still children, racing each other to school or just simply playing in the park that the two of you would frequently return to even as you grew older. Wonwoo even remembered attending the annual cherry blossom festival with you multiple times, your families attending every so often. However, it was you who would push him to attend. One particular festival, however, he remembered holding your hand while walking under the falling cherry blossoms. As if he were put into a trance, he watched you in awe as you pulled him through the hallway of falling petals. Wonwoo furiously shook his head in embarrassment while laying down in his bed that night.
He only saw you as some childhood friend… right?
Wonwoo shivered and tightly wrapped himself in his blanket; his hands were freezing. He tossed around on his bed to rid his thoughts of you for the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to him, his longing thoughts of you would continue on for the rest of the week. He would space out so often that his friends would call him out for it, noticing an unusual difference in school performance and behavior. One of his friends, Minghao, even noticed that he would be holding his phone to rub the back of his case, to which he texted Wonwoo with concern afterwards. Wonwoo couldn’t understand why he was acting like this either. Everything that he looked at reminded him of you; even his side of the dorm had remnants of you. From the stickers you secretly super-glued onto his laptop to the blanket you gave him that was sitting on his bed. He was sick of it.
“Maybe I’m just homesick,” he would try telling himself.
It wasn’t until he saw a particular decorated envelope sitting in his mailbox that he felt his heart rate rise at a spectacular rate as he giddily sped into the dorm room. Seungcheol was sleeping on his bed when he entered, his light snores filling up the silence in the room.
Wonwoo dropped the rest of the mail on the coffee table and jumped onto his bed, ripping open the envelope to see what you had to offer this time. To his surprise, there were no polaroids but instead, a small cherry blossom petal encased in tape. Confused, Wonwoo took out the letter to read why you had changed the usual trinket.
Your letter this time described your most precious memories together, from just sitting on the swings of your childhood park near your houses and eating whatever snack you had to chew on, to the fond memories that the two of you had shared from the cherry blossom festivals that you would drag Wonwoo to. In the letter, you told him that the sealed flower petal was from one of the festivals that the two of you had attended. It went on to apologize for the long wait for the letter and that it wouldn’t happen again. There was a small space of hesitation in the letter. The letter abruptly closed after the apology and written in a small font was an instruction to call you before reading the letter.
There was something important that you wanted to discuss with him, you wrote.
Wonwoo felt nervous; he gently closed the letter and grabbed his phone. He glanced at his snoring roommate before getting up and leaving the dorm room, the taped flower petal in his hand. Wonwoo made his way up to the rooftop, a quieter place to have a phone call with you and he wouldn’t disturb Seungcheol, before clicking on your contact, every ring making his stomach sink deeper.
“Hello?”
Wonwoo unconsciously smiled before greeting you back; he had forgotten how pleasant your voice sounded. The two of you caught up for a while before asking why he had called. Wonwoo hesitated and began to fiddle with the petal in his pocket. He proceeded to tell you that he received your most recent letter and your direction to call him. Wonwoo let out a small laugh while telling you how unique the taped petal was, bringing it out of his pocket to observe it. There was a moment of silence on your end, the feeling of dread returning to Wonwoo’s stomach. You made an unintelligible noise before groaning out that there was something important that you needed to tell him. Wonwoo’s grip on the petal tightened.
“I’ve loved you for a long time now.”
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Seungcheol could tell something was wrong. When he got ready to leave the dorm to his job, Wonwoo quietly slinked into their shared unit and laid face flat on his bed. Seungcheol called out to him and asked if he was okay only to receive a muffled groan in response. He didn’t want to leave his roommate like this, but his boss would kill him if he were late again. With a heavy sigh, Seungcheol left the dorm, shouting to Wonwoo to eat something before he gets home.
As soon as the door closed, Wonwoo turned his head to get air and pulled out the petal from his pocket. Your words were still ringing in his ear and the way you abruptly hung up after telling him that the feelings didn’t have to be mutual. His thoughts were in turmoil, did he like you that way?
Wonwoo’s hands felt cold again, he pulled his sleeves over them.
For the next few days Wonwoo was even more out of his normal self and his friends were completely aware of it. They were weary on approaching him about it though, Wonwoo wasn’t the type to speak about his feelings to them. They could tell that he would be thinking about it too, his cheeks would turn the slightest bit of pink whenever he would space out, a mumbled “she likes me” escaping him once. He couldn’t not think about you, you were everywhere to him. It was similar to when he missed your letters but enhanced because of your confession. Wonwoo would space out more often than usual, enough for the boys to actually become annoyed at him. When his studies were being affected by this though, Seungcheol decided to step in and talk to him once and for all.
It had been five days since your call and there was a small yet growing pile of missing assignments from Wonwoo’s classes. Seungcheol opened the door to the dorm and found Wonwoo quickly shoving the box of letters behind him. Seungcheol raised his eyebrows at Wonwoo and shifted his eyes to look at the taped petal on his roommate’s bed, which Wonwoo immediately covered with his hand. Seungcheol let out a tired sigh and took a seat on his own bed across Wonwoo’s, giving him a serious look.
“You and I both know that you like her,” he started, Wonwoo couldn’t look at his older roommate. “I don’t know when you’re going to accept it but we both know that this,” Seungcheol motioned towards the scattered papers on Wonwoo’s desk, “won’t end unless you finally make up your mind.”
Seungcheol stood up from his bed, “Don’t think I don’t see you rereading her letters or that I didn’t see you hide her photo behind your phone,” Wonwoo froze, “you’ve got it bad man, everyone sees it except you.” Seungcheol then left the dorm, mentioning something about joining him and Jeonghan once he gets himself together.
Wonwoo continued to think about his feelings for you through the night, his roommate’s smack of reality helped him concentrate a bit better. It was Sunday, and Wonwoo was trying to complete his missing assignments from before. Wonwoo groaned in frustration and slammed his pencil down onto the unfinished calculus homework. He shifted his eyes to his phone, his heart beating a bit faster when the thought of him calling you crossed his mind. Wonwoo peeled his phone case off and cradled the small polaroid of you in his hand, his thumb rubbing over your face in the photograph and smiling as he saw the stuck lollipop in your hair. Wonwoo then reached for taped petal sitting on his bare phone; he had been hiding it there with your photograph to keep it safe. Wonwoo felt his face warm, your words ringing in his ear once more as his heart raced.
He did love you after all.
Something inside Wonwoo snapped. He got up quickly and took a look at the window, the sun was about to set. Wonwoo hurriedly shoved your photo and the petal into his pocket, grabbed his phone and wallet, and hastily toppled his books standing on top of your box of letters. With that in hand, he ran to the train station, purchased a ticket, and hopped on a train going straight to Changwon station.
Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, the lampposts outside illuminating the dark land beyond. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination. It was a two-hour trip by bullet train, he didn’t care that he spent so much money on a ticket, Wonwoo needed to see you.
He sent a quick text to Seungcheol that he was alive and was going somewhere for the night and turned off his ringer, he knew he was going to receive a horrible scolding for this once he got back but he focused more on the task in hand. Wonwoo clenched his cold fingers to get the warmth that he lacked, and carefully took out your photo and the petal he had carelessly shoved inside his pocket. The laminated petal was doing well, and your photo was crumpled now from his running, his fingers smoothing out the creases on the photograph before rubbing his thumb on your printed face.
The train’s chime woke Wonwoo up, the doors of the train slowly opening. Wonwoo shook himself awake and grabbed his belongings before making his way out. He was immediately hit with nostalgia as soon as he stepped out of the train.
The station looked the same as it always did. Wonwoo’s heart clenching at the sight of the seats the two of you sat on the day of his departure. He looked at his phone to check the time only to be met with a black screen; his phone had died.
As panic started to settle inside Wonwoo, he had a running start out of the station to your house, the street lampposts lighting his way through the familiar streets from your childhood. Memories floated around him, each and every spot in this town had a memory of you in it. From the races to school in the mornings, to buying you those envelopes you loved at the stationary store near your houses, and eating snacks at the park late at night, Wonwoo found himself standing in front of your house holding your box of letters in his arm.
Your room’s light was on and he felt his heart soar. He was here. He continuously knocked on the door, his heartbeat growing faster and faster as he heard your footsteps grow louder.
And there you were. Clad in a stolen shirt of his from high school, shorts, and a pair of fuzzy socks, you were as beautiful as he had left you.
You jumped into his arms, him dropping the box of letters to catch you and latch his arms around you. You disregarded all your feelings and tears you released for the past few days, all the anger and stress were being relieved being in his arms, you buried your face into his shoulder as he lifted you off the ground. Your best friend was home.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widened, tears resurfacing once more. Did you hear that right? Wonwoo held you close to him as he whispered in your ear.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”
You leaned back to see his reddened face illuminated by the street lampposts and let out a happy laugh as tears ran down your face.
“You came all this way just to tell me that?”
You giggled out as he softly kissed your forehead, a soft blush rising up your neck.
“No matter the distance, I’ll always run to you if it means I can tell you that I love you.”
A bright smile appeared on your face before burying it in his chest and interlocking fingers with his.
And suddenly, Wonwoo’s hands didn’t feel cold anymore.
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Turns out, that petal you sent to him was from the festival that you realized that you were in love with your best friend. Wonwoo teased you, laying on your bed that Monday morning. You explained that if he didn’t hold the same feelings as you did then you would rather let go of the petal than to hold onto it.
Wonwoo looked at you with sincere eyes, interlacing his cold hands with yours to get you to look at him. He sat up and pulled you up with him, him placing a soft kiss on your lips as you got up. The two of you smiled at each other, sharing another kiss.
His and your box of letters sitting next to each other on your desk, Wonwoo never felt warmer with you here.
I wanted to be able to create works of fiction that could incorporate the feelings and emotions that the lyrics in Seventeen’s songs convey. This is my interpretation of their lyrics put into scenarios with the members.
Seungcheol carefully closed the door of the shared bedroom, making sure none of the boys woke up from the sound of the creaking door.
6:47 AM the digital clock read, as the excited boy shuffled his way out of the beach house to you.
You silently waited for him in a summer dress and cardigan, one hand on the house’s gate to the beach and a flashlight in the other. A bright smile made its way to your face when you saw Seungcheol close the door to the house clad in a bomber jacket and white shorts and a matching bucket hat. A water bottle and second flashlight in his pocket, along with a blanket tucked under his arm. A gummy smile meeting yours as he bounded towards you, clasping hands with yours before heading out to the empty beach.
The night was still evident, some stars still shining in the dark sky. The moon was slowly descending and was getting ready to welcome the brilliant light of the sun.
With your flashlights acting as your only light source, the two of you spread the blanket that Seungcheol had brought with him and settled down on it, your hands in each other’s as the two of you watched the stars slowly move, side by side. You pointed out some of the constellations that you remembered and while he jokingly made jagged shapes out of the stars.
You snuggled into his side taking in the familiar smell of his cologne and the salt from the sea. A sigh escaped from him as he wrapped an arm around you, his other hand holding onto your free hand. He continued to stargaze, looking deeper into the night wondering how in the world he gained someone as precious as you. It almost brings him to tears how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone who remained by his side no matter what happened, through thick and thin, and someone who comforted him whenever he felt anxious.
You were always there to hold him when he needed you the most.
The sky’s blue became more evident, the night slowly fading into day.
Seungcheol felt your thumb softly rubbing against his, bringing him back to reality. He twisted his head a bit to bury his nose in your hair and left a kiss there. You nuzzled into his side one last time before looking up at him and watched a bright smile appear after cupping your face and leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.
Your eyes rivalled the stars, your smile brighter than the moonlight at midnight, he thought quietly to himself as he gazed down at you with loving eyes. You then sat up and leaned towards him, lightly pressing your foreheads against each other. Seungcheol slowly sat up, an arm secure around your waist so your touching foreheads didn’t part, as the two of you closed your eyes and enjoyed the present, each other’s presence, and the sound of the waves crashing on the surface.
His long eyelashes tickled your cheek and you giggled, the both of you opening your eyes to look each other with starry filled eyes. You pressed a quick peck on his lips. And before he could even pout for more, you shot up from your seat on the blanket and playfully ran away from him. A wide grin stretched Seungcheol’s face, a small chuckle escaping him before playfully yelling while running towards you.
The sun began to peek out of the horizon.
His laughs increased as the distance between the two of you decreased. You ran where the sand and water met, squealing as he closed in on you. The sound of splashing water was louder now, you released a loud squeal as he wrapped his arms around your wiggling body from behind, his burly laugh bringing you to release a string of laughter as well. A faint heart with both of your initials inside engraved in the sand near your feet was being washed away slowly by the sea.
Seungcheol held you tightly against his chest and placed a quick peck on your neck as the two of you swayed in place. Your back against his chest, hearts beating in sync, the feeling the sea’s waves softly tickling your feet.
The two of you watched as the sun rise out of the horizon together.
Vernon’s smile never went away whenever he saw his daughter, Haneul. He sat in front of her crib cooing at his baby, wiggling his fingers in front of her face with a bright smile as she delightfully garbled at the moving object. Vernon felt his heart swell as her tiny hand wrapped around his pinky finger, a squeal emitting from Haneul in glee for catching his hand. There were two gummy smiles when you entered the room with a bowl of chopped up strawberries for Haneul.
“Haneul~ Do you want strawberries?” you say in a sing-song voice while taking a seat on the floor next to your husband. Vernon carefully took her out of the crib and placed her down next to him. Haneul took this opportunity to crawl around the living room area, Vernon watching her with a bright smile on his face.
Haneul was growing so quickly in front of your very eyes, she was already 10 months old and could crawl so fast you always had to keep an eye on her. You sometimes swore that she could teleport, finding her on the other side of the house when she was in the same room as you a few seconds before. Nonetheless, she was able to inherit Vernon’s curly hair, gummy smile, and hazel eyes which made her incredibly adorable.
“Haneul, I have strawberries for you,” you cooed at her. Haneul didn’t listen and continued crawling towards a ladybug plush laying on the floor. You and Vernon watched your child grab the ladybug and begin to babble at it, as if she was making conversation with the plushie. You tried calling for her one more time, “Haneul, mommy has strawberries for you~”
Haneul looked up at you this time but then returned back to her conversation with the ladybug. You sighed and started poking at the fruit in the bowl. Vernon grinned at your pouty behavior and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He quickly snatched some of the cubed strawberries and popped them into his mouth, a glare being sent his way for taking your daughter’s snacks. Vernon giggled and kissed the top of your head before calling out to your daughter.
“Pancake, mommy has some food for you~” he called out, receiving an immediate response from Haneul. She quickly abandoned the ladybug and began crawling over to the two of you, a gummy smile on her chubby face as she climbed onto her father’s lap, smushing her face into his chest in an attempt of a hug. Vernon’s giddy smile met your deadpan expression as he wrapped his arms around his child making sure she wouldn’t fall, “Pancake look, mommy has strawberries for you!” Vernon gently nudged Haneul to look at the bowl in your hands, an excited squeal eliciting from the baby as she began to grab for the fruit. The two of you watched your baby chew the soft fruit, wiping away the juice that stained her face with a washcloth you had brought with you.
You then turned to look at Vernon who was adoringly watching his daughter’s tiny hands wrap around the strawberry cubes. “You know, you should probably stop calling her ‘Pancake’ before she responds to that more than her real name,” you prodded, to which he snickered to.
“Well, you’re just jealous that you’re not the only Pancake in my life,” he teased you. You flushed and rolled your eyes remembering how “Pancake” was his pet name for you after messing around with him when the two of you were still dating. A harmless joke of you spamming a certain clip of Vernon’s younger self singing Han Bok-nam’s Bindaetteok Gentleman those many years ago soon became your contact name in his phone and the nickname that he would call you if he were in a teasing mood.
You scoffed, “I’m not jealous of my daughter, Hand Soap,” silently giggling at his face contort at the mention of the old nickname, “I just want Haneullie to pay attention to mommy too.”
As if she understood what you were said, Haneul looked up at you with her big hazel eyes before climbing onto your lap. As you held her, you gently wiped her mouth as she grabbed another strawberry cube and brought it up to your mouth. You smiled and allowed her to feed you the strawberry, her juice covered hands colliding with your face making Vernon laugh at your now messy face.
You wiped yourself and her hands afterwards, carrying her to the kitchen to wash her hands. Vernon finished the remaining strawberry cubes and set the bowl in the sink after the two of you put Haneul in her little play area.
“But you know,” you started as Vernon quietly washed the dishes, “I do miss you calling me ‘Pancake’ every now and then.” You looked up at your husband who had a sickening grin on his face screaming ‘I knew it’. You immediately flushed in embarrassment and turned away to continue drying the plate in your hand.
“Awe Pancake!” your child of a husband teasingly exclaimed as he rushed to finish washing the remaining dishes in the sink. It was not even a few minutes later when you felt his arms snake around your torso and his face coming close to yours from behind, “I’ll call you Pancake from now on if it makes you happy~” He blew a small puff of air into your ear before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you could feel his teasing grin on your skin. You flushed and scoffed while placing the plate in the cabinet above you before turning around and burying your face into his chest.
“You’re so stupid Hand Soap,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear it, before looking up at him and planted a chaste kiss on his grinning lips.
A small garble from your baby could be heard snapping the two of you out of your loving gaze. Hand in hand, the two of you made your way back into the living room to go watch over your baby.
H M M M SHOULD I MAKE SONG FICS FROM SVT’S SONGS (bc i unintentionally created my To Feel Love fic to become associated with the Vocal Unit’s song Hug and now i’m thinking hmmmmmmmm
and maybe i can take some requests for those fics with the svt members (or maybe create one for each) i’m going ballsy today
and maybe i can also just take in requests bc i wanna interact and improve my work
The sound of a soft knock outside Jihoon’s studio was ignored by the young man sitting at the desk inside. An unfinished melody had been sitting untouched for nearly an hour now, Jihoon’s mind racing searching and processing what could make the song unique and better from the last. The palms of his hands were pressed against his eyes and the tips of his fingers were massaging his throbbing head in an attempt to spark a new idea.
He was stressed and tired, anyone could see it. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.
The studio door creaked open, Jihoon quickly wiped his tears of frustration and fixed his hair under his cap with a quick sniffle. His eyes were fixated onto the computer screen again, he could feel his headache returning by the sight of the incomplete phrase in the music.
You quietly entered the room, the familiar purple hue illuminating the studio was a drastic difference from the bright lights in the hallway to the studio.
Hoshi had called you a few hours prior to your arrival to the studio building, asking you to get Jihoon out of the studio after camping there for the past few days. Jihoon refused to listen to the members’ concerns and continued to slink into the studio to try to get some work done. The members would bring food up to him knowing fully well that he’ll be too immersed in his music to bother taking care of himself.
It was the fourth day he had locked himself inside the studio when Hoshi called.
“Ji?”
You placed your bag on the table next to the couch before making your way over to Jihoon. He refused to face you and continued to click on some of the pages on the screen. It wasn’t until you carefully removed his headphones from his ears that he paused from his actions. Placing the pair on the table, you grabbed his hands and pulled him up from his seat.
Jihoon had felt so weak in your presence. He couldn’t find the heart to look at you, fully knowing that he had gone too far in his work if you had to come drag him out from the studio. There was a small pit of shame and guilt that he had made both you and the members worry about him. He cursed himself for not finishing up faster; for not being able to create this song quickly so there would be no need for you to drag him outside. So he could confidently come back to you on his own knowing that there was a perfect song to be used in the upcoming album.
So Jihoon stood there, unable to look at you, who was so desperately trying to search for the eyes you loved so much.
You knew he was stressed, and you knew how much creating music meant to him. But he was in a slump and you knew that it was in his nature that he would force himself to stay in the studio until something unique dawned on him. It’s during those times where you would worry about him the most despite his usual stubborn demeanor that would insist that he was okay. He’s independent and he doesn’t want to burden anyone with the problems and stress that he has to deal with as a producer.
You placed your hand on his cheek and rubbed the soft skin, watching him lean into your touch. There was a wave of sadness that rushed into you when he did this. He doesn’t deserve this stress; he needs to rest.
You quickly engulfed him into a tight hug, your arms tightly wound around him hoping that you could take away all the pain and stress he’s holding inside. Jihoon’s head limply rested on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you closer to him. Your feelings of longing for him and the warmth of your care seeped into the hug as you clung onto him. Jihoon could feel your emotions and felt your grip tighten on him whenever it seemed like his grip was loosening on you.
You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want him to submit to the stress and push you away again.
Jihoon finally relaxed in your hug and the two of you slowly sunk onto the floor, still holding each other as he shifted you to sit in-between his legs. Jihoon leaned against the couch as the two of you sit each other’s arms, together and in a more relaxed state.
You look up at him and he finally met your eyes. You could see that they were puffy from crying earlier and his eyebags were more prominent compared to the last time you had seen him. Your eyebrows creased and tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
He didn’t deserve this stress. You wanted him to rest.
You closed your eyes and pulled his head towards yours, foreheads pressing against each other in a final attempt to take away his stress.
Jihoon’s heart clenched at this action. He felt all the stress and pressure release as tears began falling down his face. You rest your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears, his forehead now pressing on yours, tired from the deadlines, the frustration, and the stress that he had been hiding away for the past few days.
A few tears slipped from your eyes as well. Your boy didn’t deserve all this pressure and stress. You felt horrible that he was feeling this way, and you understood how difficult and burdening it is to hide these feelings from the people that care about you the most. It pained you to see Jihoon like this; he was someone who rarely showed weakness to others. But despite having such a hard exterior, you were able to see that he’s a soft person at heart. He cares. He has feelings too.
The two of you held each other while each of you cried and once the tears ceased, your foreheads pressed onto each other’s again. Jihoon felt your nose playfully bump his which sprouted a small giggle from you and a grin from him. The two of you basked in each other’s presence, deep intakes of air and giggles escaped the both of you as small eskimo kisses were exchanged.
Jihoon felt so loved by you. Your presence eases him, and it was really proven today after this event. He felt so safe with you with him and your hugs were so warm and caring. He knows that you understand that he was having a hard time, despite there being little to no words shared. Jihoon tightened his grip on your torso as you lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
He was overjoyed by you. He was… happy. He couldn’t believe that someone had the ability to make him feel this kind of way.
He felt loved.
And he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you felt loved too.
And once he returned back to the studio with a clear head, he was able to compose a song for both you and carats in need of comfort.
genre: angst, some fluff, mutual pining, (un)requited love, reader likes lying to themselves, exes but also !soulmate au?
wc:1.7k
(a/n: kind of my first serious drabble on this blog, ya’ll i dont even know what this is. i just blacked out and started typing shit at 1 am last night. was originally supposed to be around 20k aka a full length fic but hmm. gyuldaengies i am here to inform all of you with regret that i am one of you now /j. music inspo for this was ‘i love you so’ by the walters, feel free to listen to it as you read this steaming mess! special thanks to @beyoncesdragonand@praninllove for being the sweetest hypepeople ever pls)
Loneliness strikes the hardest when one hopes for company.
You nearly trip on the extension box uselessly lying on the floor with oodles of wire splayed out uselessly. You had forgotten to reel it back in after using it for your laptop last night. Who in their right mind lived in a bedroom with a singular plug point? You briefly reminisce about Seungkwan nearly punching the life out of your landlord before moving out of this apartment the both of you had originally agreed on cohabiting. The tiny smile that makes your lips curl up is involuntary but definitely not unwelcome. Where was he anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be here with Chan already? You whip out your phone and cradle it between your head and your neck before squatting down to reel all the excess, neglected wire from the extension box back in.
The phone rings, and it doesn’t take long for your best friend of five years to pick up and growl unabashedly.
“We’re still on our way, (name). Stop calling!”
Your neck cracks, and the mobile almost slips as you whip your head to look at the clock on your wall. “On your way from where, Jeju? What in the world is taking you so long?”
There is a windy yell followed by a smack on the other end of the line. You also hear lots of panting, and that’s when it clicks.
“You’re..walking to my place.”
“Our ride broke down.” It’s Chan’s voice in your ear now.
“Well damn.” You get up and dust your pants a little before shoving the cursed wire filled box under your bed with your right foot. You really didn’t care how convenient it was at this point, you were never going to use it again for the foreseeable future. “How far along are you?”
“We’re on the bridge!”
Too late for them to go back then. Maybe they could crash at your place for the night before they got their crap together, it wasn’t like they lived ten minutes apart from you after all. You tell them this, and they agree. You end the call after you hear Seungkwan threatening to hurl Chan off the bridge for walking close enough to him to constantly end up stepping on his toes.
It’s hard not to let their chaos affect you. You feel a little ready to have fun, a little young and reckless despite all of that dreary paperwork sitting on your coffee table. Most of it was due on Monday. Was today Friday already? ‘Course it was, that was why Seungkwan and Chan were coming over. Movie nights were a tradition the three of you had followed since your university days no matter how hard life was going down on you. It was a tradition you followed even when you were at your worst, why would you jam the brakes on it when the only thing holding you back was an ugly stack of papers?
You weren’t inherently an organized person, but you were willing to try every once in a while. You scuttle around the apartment, intently scouring all the rooms for anything out of place. Existing seemed a little easier on days like these, days when you didn’t have to worry about everything at once. Days like these were like a hot balloon slowly drooping down to the ground just for you. You could climb on and feel lighter, you could feel yourself float away from everything that haunted you on all the nights you couldn’t will yourself to go to sleep.
The doorbell rings. Pizza guy or your friends?
It was neither of them. Your hot balloon deflates a little, and then it pops, harshly flinging you back into reality.
“Oh.”
Why was hehere?
Mingyu’s eyes widen when they fall upon you. He looks confused, a little frustrated even. He’s dressed to impress, with his hair neatly slicked back and a (riskily positioned) Rolex on his wrist. Heat rushes to your neck, because you’re suddenly growing very aware of your messy bun, your bare face and your unbelievably embarrassing Totoro pajamas. The primal urge to pat yourself down was growing exponentially by the minute.
You resort to staring blankly at the unopened bottle of wine with a pink bow around its neck dangling from his hand for almost a full minute before you look up at his denim jacket and clear your throat. “Can I help you?”
The confusion in your voice seems to stir him out of a stupor you didn’t know he was trapped in. He was fumbling for his phone now. “Sorry uh, I think I got the wrong door. I had no idea you lived here.”
His tone is a little distant, just like yours. You wonder when your friends would swoop in to save you from this mess of an interaction.
“Okay.”
Mingyu looks the same. It’s not like a person could drastically morph into a stranger in such a short span of time. Interacting with him was inevitable with that soul bond you both had. You two were always somehow bumping into each other at the worst places and times imaginable. That split he had razored into his eyebrow that you had noticed for the very first time when you had catastrophically rammed your trolley into his very full one at the convenience store nearly a week ago was still there. Maybe it had dulled a little, you couldn’t tell. You make the rookie mistake of unconsciously looking for that ever present mole on his cheek, and you almost bite the tip of your tongue when something familiar, something so delicate and longing threatens to seize your breath.
The opposite poles of a magnet were meant to pull each other with a lot of force, but what if they didn’t want that? Ironic. Mingyu did feel like everything you could ever possibly want, but why did he also feel like something too good to be true, something you could never have?
You’re brought back from your reverie when he coughs a little into his fist before the call connects and he raises the slightly cracked screen of his phone to his lips. “Hi babe, I think I got your door number wrong? Was it not 314?”
He was probably on a date then. Was it okay to assume? You’ve never heard him call any of his friends “babe”, so. It didn’t really matter to you anyways. It was another one of those silly little mistakes, him colliding with your day like this. He was going to leave soon, you could go back to waiting for Seungkwan and Chan, and before long, the three of you would be buried neck deep in the plot of a chunky psychological thriller. Everything was going to be fine, you weren’t going to let this ruin your day anymore.
“314? I’m at 314 though?” He’s still here, and he’s still on the phone. His hands were moving a little too wildly for someone carrying a wine bottle. Why was he even holding the neck of the bottle like it was the hilt of a sword? Wasn’t he supposed to be holding the body?
Foreshadowing was one hell of a bitch. You were right, unbearably so. There were glass shards everywhere, and all you saw was red. You weren’t seeing red because you were mad, there was red wine all over the welcome carpet right at the entrance of your apartment.
“Fuck.” He’s bending down haphazardly, panic lacing his actions. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t-”
“That’s alright.” You’re almost swatting him away from the ground, away from all those glass shards. The last thing you wanted to do with your time tonight was spend it with Kim Mingyu at the E.R. “I’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”
Don’t worry? You mentally curse yourself for sounding so stupid as you walk further into your apartment to get a dish filled with water, a wet rag and some disinfectant to get rid of all the sour wine smell. He’s still standing outside when you return, and you’re positive he’s staring at you when you messily fold your sleeves to start tidying up the floor, to start tidying up the pandemonium threatening to spill from the broken wine bottle inside your heart. “You don’t have to run late to your-” you catch yourself in time-”whatever, the bottle technically crashed inside my apartment, I can fix that myself. Just buy a new one or something.”
Maybe this was all you could do for him. A man you once knew, a man you (once, emphasis on the once) loved. You could let him go. You could clean up the mess you were maybe partially responsible for and wish him the best.
Maybe this was the only way you could care now.
Mingyu’s eyes narrow a little at your words. You try not to groan audibly when he (finally) steps inside and crouches down right beside you. Your shoulders are touching, the proximity is too much for you, and you try not to pop a vein when he pulls out a wet rag from a bucket and starts collecting all the small, dangerous glass pieces with quick, deft movements. This was out of your hands then, the fucker was definitely going to stain his denim-fuelled ensemble now.
“Ibroke the bottle inside yourplace, it doesn’t make sense for you to be doing this.”
Cool. How were you going to tell him you were doing it because you wanted him to be gone as quickly as possible and not because you didn’t want him running late for his date? It’s a little too domestic for your taste, the both of you hastily arguing over which corners of the room you were going to cover. It was waytoo domestic, the way he had to stretch his arm over your shoulder and pick up an ugly piece of green glass you had previously missed. You try your best to not grow comfortable, you try not to let the warmth from his demeanor seep into your bones.
You fail miserably.
“(name).”
“Mm?”
“It’s not a date. she’s just a friend.”
Your heart cracks a little. A bitter laugh bubbles from your lips as you throw down a fresh rag on a particularly wine-soaked spot a little too aggressively for your taste.
☆ takes off your house shoes for you and covers you with a blanket when you fall accidentally asleep on the couch
☆if it’s a bit cold outside he already has your coat in hand before you can turn to go back inside
☆ before he agrees to go out to eat after practice he thinks of what you’ll do for dinner without him,, calls to ask if it’s okay to bring you something home or if you’d rather eat together
if you both go to hang out with a group of friends every little while his eyes scan across the room to see if you are enjoying yourself. when someone tells a funny joke he cant help but lock his eyes on you as he laughs to make sure you’re laughing too,, honestly just wants to see your smile as you laugh. views you as much more than a temporary relationship,, but as a lifelong partner, makes his feelings known whenever possible.
yoonjeonghan
☆always looking at you from across the room, he loves to see your smile when you notice him staring
☆stands over your shoulder looking at what you’re doing, sometimes he puts his hands on your waist or hugs you from behind
☆ talks about you constantly,, the people around him can’t help but love you by the way he speaks of you
jeonghan feels warm at the sight of you slowly going in and out of rooms collecting your stuff. he watches closely and attempts to find a routine in your actions, one day you’ll go to begin to get ready to see he’s done it all for you already. takes care of you when he notices you’re worn out,, the type to carry you into the house when you fell asleep in the car. makes you dance to cheesy love songs with him in random places.
hongjoshua
☆ stays close to you in busy places, casually reaching his arm out to guide you through the crowd
☆ takes note of the way you care for yourself, could recite your night time routine in his sleep
☆ texts you throughout the day,, giving you updates with cute pictures he took
joshua always saves you a seat, he calls to you from across the room saying to sit next to him. will make you a plate of food to bring to you and makes the bed the way you like when you leave the house before he does. likes doing the chores others would often overlook,, gets quite flustered when you insist on thanking him. never makes you question how much he loves you.
wenjunhui
☆ tells you to call him when you get to your destination to ensure you got there safely
☆ truly attempts to get involved in your life, does this by getting to know your friends and having you befriend his
☆ leaves his clothing out for you to wear,, completely willing to part with his favorite tshirt if it meant he could see you in it
junhui brings you things without asking him to, such as an extra blanket on the couch or a glass of water when you sat down to eat and forgot a drink. gives a little nod when you thank him for his kindness, if you say it wasn’t necessary he brushes it off and continues the kind deeds. would go to the ends of the earth to make your life slightly easier.
kwonsoonyoung
☆ surprises you with your favorite drink as an excuse to see you and spend a little bit of time together
☆ the second he notices your shoe untied he reaches down to do it for you and doesn’t hesitate to push your glasses up when they slide down
☆ is always helping you without question
soonyoung constantly tries to make you laugh with ridiculous jokes, will go as far as to make a fool out of himself in public to see your smile. he is literally addicted to your happiness and is overjoyed when he’s the reason for it. some may think he’s a fool but he’s just a fool for you.
jeonwonwoo
☆ calls you when he can’t sleep because your voice soothes him,, cutely calls you when you’re in the same bed to tell you he needs you to help him sleep.
☆ when the waiter comes he orders for the both of you without you having to ask,, memorizes your favorite meals at restaurants you frequent
☆ hugs you tighter when you try to let go. he wants it to last a little longer.
if he sees you struggling with something he immediately comes to help. whether its opening a jar or carrying something heavy he just simply walks over and does it. he gives a little smile to acknowledge the favor and goes on about his day, he loves feeling useful when it comes to you.
leejihoon
☆ always on the look out for activities you can do together, sets up little dates where you spend the evening painting in the park, surprising eachother with the finished canvases at the end
☆ if a stranger comes up to ask for directions he’s always the one to step up to speak, not that he feels he needs to but because he enjoys doing it for you
☆ helps you pick out outfits,, loves it when you wear the one he chose
jihoon takes a mental note of the things you enjoy, he’ll buy you a movie on dvd that you said you loved as a kid. one day you’ll walk into your work place to see flowers in a vase, not even being able to recall when you had told him they were your favorite. constantly has you on his mind, loves all the things you do for him so he tries to find ways to show you how much he cares.
leeseokmin
☆ notices the little things like the way you laugh a little harder at silly puns or the way you can’t help but dance when a certain song comes on
☆ if he sees a movie he thinks you’ll like he texts it to you to remind him so you can watch it together later
☆ always sending you tiktoks he’d think you’d like
constantly thinking of you and prioritizing you. not in a smothering way but in a loving one, he just wants to make you the happiest he can. always plans the perfect rest day for you when you’re stressed, he even lets you beat him at every game letting you think that you won.his smile is so much brighter when you’re around.
kimmingyu
☆ thinks of you when he sees couples together. would probably get you a dog just so you could walk it together like the happy couple he saw
☆ always looking for ways to connect himself to you, even if its just you both liking the same song
☆ wants to be with you always,, brings you to every event and outing possible. basically loves to show you off as his
mingyu will bring you a different bag or pair of shoes saying “your outfit would look nice with this” with a small smile as he adoringly watches you get dressed. sees you with stars in his eyes, never having the heart to rush you even when running late. thinks seeing you in such a concentrated state of making yourself look nice is the creation of art itself.. you are far better than any art he could find elsewhere.
xuminghao
☆ when he finds a song or reads a book he likes he shows you them
☆ is always giving you post it notes of doodles he drew,, sometimes they’re little portraits of you
☆ when he sees something you’d like, either an item in a shop or food on a menu he reminds himself to come back with you so you can experience it together
if minghao notices a shift in your mood he’ll make his way over to you to ask if you’re okay, puts his arm around you to let you know he’s there for you. he loves you enough to hate seing you upset but he’d rather help you get the emotions out than bottle them up. tries his best to be just as vulnerable with you knowing you care for him in the same ways. you simply make his heart happy.
booseungkwan
☆ knows what you’re feeling just from looking at your face,, if the emotion is good or bad he immediately gauges the perfect way to approach you
☆ excuses you from conversations or social situations where you look uncomfortable
☆ takes your hand in his at every possible moment
he notices everything even when you thought no one was watching. when seungkwan offers you an orange you agree thinking you’ll have to peel it yourself, but when you go to where he’s standing you see that he peeled it the exact way he’s seen you do a thousand times. it’s ridiculous to cry over such small things but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you want to tear up. effortlessly shows you he cares just because he loves you so much, if you blink you might miss it.
chwehansol
☆ his family already know you before you step foot into their house,, wants nothing more than for them to love you as much as he does
☆ he tucks the hair in your face behind your ear when you’re busy,, when he notices your hair changed from how you styled it he clips it back in place
☆ hears a friend talking about a vacation they took and gets excited thinking of all of the places he wants to take you
its not unusual to meet with hansol and he has a small gift in hand. maybe its a stuffed animal or a cd he burned himself, he’s just always thinking of you and any little way to make you happy. he doesn’t mind getting teased about it because he knows he’s undeniably whipped for you.
leechan
☆ constantly trying to show the world how amazing you are and how much you mean to him,, he wants everyone to witness your greatness
☆ checking up on you every now and then,, popping into the next room or calling you to ask you about your day so far
☆ knows your favorite things. watch what you say because he literally pays attention to every word. will show up with ten of your favorite candies that you mentioned once
chan watches you fondly as you go about your day, takes note of the way you wash the dishes, fix the tables chairs, even the way you turn the pages of a book. falls in love with the mundane moments of life such as cleaning the house or running errands, as long as they are spent with you he’s happy to do them. he never knew the joy of life with a partner before he felt what it was to live his life with you.
request: oooh hiiii!! i’m so happy to see you back!!! i would like to request seventeen reacting to their gf wearing tight clothes after only wearing baggy clothes for a long time, can be sfw or nsfw, whichever inspires you! :D
warnings: it’s not that nsfw… but it’s definitely spicy soooo this is me warning you
requests: they’re open but i’m really slow right now so bare with me.
…JEONGHAN: his initial thought is to just stare without a care in the world. he would literally stop mid sentence and you could watch his eyes rake up and down your body, you’d probably have to click your fingers to get him back to reality. he would definitely show you how much he appreciated your body though physically touching you and kissing you, making you feel all pretty and such
…JOSHUA: he would notice straight away but he wouldn’t want to point it out in case you’d suddenly shy away and never wear clothes like that again because the last thing he wants is to make you feel uncomfortable. soon he would tell you how great you looked with a subtle blush across his cheeks that would go unnoticed if it wasn’t for the way he kept staring at you.
…WOOZI: whatever you wear this man will find you incredibly hot anyways, baggy clothes will not stop him from checking you out all the time. tight clothes only means that he’ll definitely have an arm wrapped around your waist more often because now he knows other people will check you out too, he definitely likes what he sees.
…SEOKMIN: number one hype man, the second he sees something tight on you hes whistling and asking you to give him a spin with a grin on his face. he knows that you have a gorgeous body and he loves when you feel confident to wear something tight so he’s dedicated to making you feel like the hottest mf on earth.
…SEUNGKWAN: person hypeman also, showering you in compliments but it’s nothing new because he always shows you affection no matter what you wear. eyes glued to your figure and growing shy whenever you smirk at him or call him out for it, but says you cant blame him
…JUN: constant smirks and hand always brushing your waist when he so calls has to get past even though you both know he didn’t need to touch you to do that, but the shy smile on your lips is encouragement to keep going before soon enough he’s pressing against you telling you how great you look.
…MINGHAO: he’s kind of in awe at how much he loves you, will take pretty pictures of you to post while hyping you up from behind the screen. he’s a respectful man so he won’t stare too much, not unless you give him the green light if you know what i mean. then he’s all eyes on your body.
…HOSHI: wolf whistles all round, teases you about how you hide your perfect body under all those clothes away from his eyes, but keeps his teasing at bay because he enjoys when you show off your body because he does love it so much. constant kisses and holding you and next thing you know he wants the clothes off
…CHAN: he’s seen your body before but no matter how many times he’ll see it he will still stare like he never seen something so hot in his life. compliments roll off easily from his lips but they always end up sounding so dirty, just can’t help himself.
…SEUNGCHEOL: he wouldn’t care what you like to wear or what your body is like but the second he’s exposed to the shape of you the man is weak in his knees to the point where he can’t keep it to himself and has to tell you how much you drive him crazy.
…WONWOO: he will use the excuse saying he doesn’t want anyone else to look at you as his way to cling onto your body the whole time, he will always have an arm around your waist but can’t help but let his fingertips wander around before you stop him.
…MINGYU: just imaging the tongue poking inside his cheek when he first sees you before a full blown smirk appears on his pretty lips because his mind betrayed him from staying innocent and he’s only thinking impure thoughts.
…VERNON: doesn’t think much of the tight clothes until you’re right next to him, then he can fully see how nicely the clothes hug your figure and he’s stumbling on his words as his cheeks redden.
Hii! Can I request a fluffy best friend scenario with S. Coups and a tomboy reader (I hope you don’t mind) in which they’re, idk, just chilling around playing football or something (you can decide!) and then later while they’re just talking, they tell each how grateful they are for having each other and that they’ll always have each other’s back and stuff. Something like, slice of life? I’m sorry if this goes against your rules or something! Looking forward to the new set of scenarios!! <3
» You’re playing football with your best friend Seungcheol, which ends with talks about how happy you are to have one another in your lives.
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With summer ever so slowly turning into fall, the weather remaining warm yet not hot, you and your best friend had decided to enjoy a slightly cloudier - the slightest bit more fresh - day by playing football, or at least play witha football. It was something you both really enjoyed, and what you had actually bonded over to begin with, and with a series of hot days and busy schedules, you hadn’t really gotten the chance to play together for a long time.
It was with a smile that you packed your backpack, just making sure you had a towel, wallet and other simple necessities, and grabbed your football before leaving your home. While walking to the field you had agreed to meet Seungcheol, you moved the ball from hand to hand, and upon reaching the large park the field was in, you began walking while kicking the ball lightly, treating it as a warm-up of a kind.
Having fallen deep into thought, you shrieked when you felt hands on both of your shoulders. “Gotcha!”
“Seungcheol, what on earth,” you groaned quietly, stopped your ball with your foot and turned to look at your best friend, who merely looked at you with a bright grin. You punched his shoulder lightly. “Haven’t we talked about this?”
“I couldn’t resist,” he snickered, and was quick to steal your ball. “You should’ve seen your face!”
Seungcheol ran to the football field with your ball, laughing heartily all the while, and you rolled your eyes with a grin spreading to your lips, too, as you ran after him and swung your backpack next to his on the grass on the side of the field on the way.
The two of you easily fell into the activity of kicking the ball into one of the goals, sometimes in turns and sometimes making it more fun by simply stealing it from each other while also catching up and talking about whatever you’d wanted to share with one another and wherever the topics led you later.
Time passed, and with the sun still fairly prevalent in the sky and the warm weather in general, the two of you eventually worked up a good sweat, and with that came thirst - and the realization that you’d both forgotten the most important thing: hydration.
Panting, Seungcheol nudged his head towards the grass where you had left your bags, leaning against each other’s. “Wanna take a break?”
Tapping your sweaty forehead with the wristband you had on, you grinned and nodded. “The last one is buying drinks.”
While Seungcheol took a second to process your words, you had already dashed to your bags, and ended up winning him. He laughed when he reached you again, and shook his head with a wide grin on his face while digging his wallet out of his backpack. “What do you want?”
“Just get me whatever you’re getting,” you hummed and stretched a little before contently lying down on the grass, having spread your hoodie a little to lie on. Seungcheol, on the other hand, jogged to the nearby convenience store, and soon he returned with two drinks - not matching.
Before you were able to say anything, he chuckled and opened his own. “I know you really like that one, I couldn’t just not buy it.”
“Of course,” you snorted and opened your drink while Seungcheol sat down next to you on the grass. Smiling to yourself, you nudged him lightly. “Thanks.”
He gave you the gummy grin you’d grown fond of, as the mere sight of it was able to make you feel like things would eventually fall into place. Seungcheol then got an almost teasing glint to his eyes. “Just for the drink?”
His question sent your mind way back to how you had first met; how he had joined you in kicking ball after a school day back in high school, despite not even going to the same school as you. It had been and in a way it still wasbeyond you how he had so comfortably taken your ball when you’d kicked it a bit too far, and casually joined you - and how natural it had felt for you to play with him even though he had been a complete stranger.
From there on you’d played together every now and then and got to know one another well in the process, and somewhere along the way the friendship had reallydeepened, and you became best friends.
“For everything,” you hummed with a shake of your head and slowly moved your gaze to the park where the football field was located. “For always lending me a shoulder, helping me keep my mind on what’s important and, I don’t know, keeping me on track.”
Recalling some of the times he’d had to be a bit harsher on you in order to get you back to your senses, as well as the times you’d bothhelped one another when the other was vulnerable, Seungcheol nodded. “I’m thankful, too.”
“Who would’ve known we’d end up here just because you couldn’t resist kicking a ball,” you snorted quietly, and Seungcheol laughed heartily at your comment.
“Wasn’t my plan either, but I don’t regret any of it,” he noted with a warm smile that practically reached from ear to ear. “Thanks for not pushing me away.”
“Why would I have? The only time I considered my choices was when you turned out to reallyenjoy your hugs,” you laughed and took a sip of your drink. Then, you grinned and quirked an eyebrow a little at Seungcheol. “You also realize that you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, right?”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t, and it goes both ways,” he grinned, and with a warm look in his eyes, looked into your eyes. “I’ll always have your back, Y/N.”
“Likewise, Seungcheol,” you smiled brightly, and as though you were getting too mushy, stretched out a little. “Think we should go back to play a little? I feel like I still want to score a few times.”
“You can try,” he said challengingly, but was right up for it, and it wasn’t much later that you had returned to the football field, trying to beat one another in your amount of scores as well as showing off the tricks you could do with the ball.
Even while playing, all you could think about was how incredibly lucky you had been to find a best friend like him; someone who accepted you justthe way you were, enjoyed being with you and made sure you knewthat, too. You had quite likely never felt as safe and comfortable with someone as you did with him, and for that you were grateful.
Even if being his best friend meant receiving the sweatiest hugs like now, after he’d successfully done a trick he’d been practicing for a while.
“It reminded me of you.” + “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
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With the summer arriving with all the sunshine and gentle wind, you and Joshua had decided to go on a picnic by the river. The day was as beautiful as the ones before, and knowing that a few days later it would rain, you figured you’d chosen the perfect day for the outing.
The two of you smiled at each other while setting down the picnic mat, and once it was ready, you both sat down and took your shoes off before unpacking some of the food and drinks you had brought.
“This is even nicer than I had thought,” you hummed as you scooted to sit closer to Joshua, leaning your head on his shoulder while looking at the river, taking in the way it was reflecting the sunshine.
Joshua wrapped his arm around you, and you felt him place a gentle peck on the top of your head. “Finally a chance to take a breather, huh?”
You chuckled and nodded, letting out a quiet sigh. “And in the best company, too.”
“Exactly,” he noted and smiled, holding you close while closing his eyes, slowly feeling the stress of the everyday life leaving his body little by little.
While you both had busy, stressful days both behind and ahead, it was comforting to know that for that day and evening, none of it mattered, and all you could focus on was each other and the weather, and after the sunset, the beautiful lights around you.
All in all it was simply the perfect break from everything else.
After you and Joshua had eaten some of the food you had brought, you grinned and reached for your bag. Joshua quirked his eyebrow, and you looked at him with a playful sparkle in your eyes. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“What is this?” Joshua asked, laughing, but complied regardless, although he did try to peek by opening one of his eyes just enough to see something.
You got what you were looking for from your bag and held it inside your hands before turning to Joshua, squinting a little and snorting when you clearly saw Joshua fully close his eyes again. “No peeking.”
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, and you turned to him properly again.
With a small smile playing on your lips, you placed a key ring on Joshua’s held-out hands, and watched him slowly open his eyes, his eyebrows rising. “It might be a bit silly, but it really reminded me of you, so I had to get it. Besides, you keep saying you want a new key ring.”
Joshua laughed and put the ring on his forefinger, eyeing the many small dangling Eevee evolutions in amusement, a wide smile on his face. “You’re still insistent on that I look like Eevee?”
Immediately digging a photo of Eevee from your phone, you nodded, your lips in a small pout. “Just look! Just like you!”
He laughed heartily and nodded, unable to deny the resemblance, and leaned in to give you a light kiss on the lips before reaching for your hand with his free hand, looking into your eyes with his filled with warmth. “I love it, thank you.”
“Call me if you need anything.” + “The key is under the mat.”
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“Call me if you need anything, okay?” you said while putting your shoes on by Minghao’s door. He looked at you with a small smile and nodded, wrapping his thick robe better around himself as another set of chills ran over him. You pouted a little at the sight. “Remember to rest.”
“I will, don’t worry,” he smiled at you reassuringly and waved at you a little while you opened the door, visibly unwilling to leave him alone. Minghao chuckled softly. “Come on, it’s just a flu.”
“I know,” you mumbled, but knowing that he had a high fever had you worried regardless.
“Have a good day,” Minghao said, and with that you left.
You had difficulty focusing for the day, as your thoughts continuously returned to Minghao and how weak he had been throughout your morning visit. All you could do was hope he really was spending as much time resting as possible, while also remembering to drink enough water and eat even if he didn’t feel like it.
While you were hoping you wouldn’t receive a call during the day, it was between lunch and your next lecture that your phone was ringing, and you were quick to answer.
“Minghao, is everything okay?” you asked quickly, and frowned when you heard him cough a little.
“I forgot that I’m out of medicine,” he began, audibly pouting, and sighed quietly. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to bother you, but could you–”
Automatically standing up from the table you were sitting by, you nodded despite knowing he wouldn’t see it. “I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks,”Minghao said, and you could hear the smile on his lips. “The key is under the mat.”
“Alright, I’ll be right there,” you smiled before ending the call, and while quickly walking to the nearest bus stop, figured the best route to take to visit the pharmacy and then Minghao’s place the fastest.
Eventually, with a pharmacy bag in one hand, you were finally moving the mat in front of Minghao’s door to get his spare key, and not much later you were opening the door, looking around in search of him.
“I’m here,” you called, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear, and let out a relieved sigh when you heard Minghao’s voice.
“I’m in bed,” he said, and you wasted no time in taking your shoes off and getting him a glass of water as well as the medicine, and went to sit on the edge of his bed. He smiled at you weakly while slowly sitting up. “You were fast.”
“I had to be,” you said and stroked his arm gently before handing him the medicine. “How are you feeling?”
“Not great, but having you here makes it bearable,” he smiled, and you smiled back at him, making sure he took the medicine before laying back down.
Minghao sighed, and you put his blanket better on him and stroked his side soothingly over the blanket. “I hope you get better soon.”
“Me too, this sucks,” he said quietly, and you chuckled while nodding.
“I’ll come back after my classes are over,” you whispered, somehow sensing that Minghao wasn’t too far from falling asleep, considering his closed eyes and everything.
“I’ll be waiting,” he replied quietly, barely aware that he was speaking, and you smiled a little.
is it okay to request a mingyu 7 minutes in heaven but instead of just 7 mins he locked the door from the inside and you guys just started making out hehe (i am sorry he just makes me feel a lot of things eversince DE tour started)
» truly only realized how long these have been under works when I saw the mention of DE tour………. anon if you’re still here I hope you like this
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When Seungkwan had pulled the two paper slips from the hat, he immediately turned to look at Mingyu with a meaningful look. “You guys better play by the rules. Mingyu and Y/N.”
You raised your eyebrows, and Mingyu gave his friend a toothy grin while standing up, helping you up as well. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I just mean,” Seungkwan began while you and Mingyu entered the room - a small walk-in closet - that you used as the heaven, and when Seungkwan heard the lock click, he sighed, “that.”
Laughing, you smacked Mingyu’s chest in the darkness of the room, and felt your breath hitch in your throat when he placed his hands on your waist, his thumbs slowly moving on the center of your upper body.
“How long do you plan on being here?” you asked quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck; the two of you had had something going on for quite a while, so the touch was natural and you could already feel your heart fluttering, and it only intensified when Mingyu pulled you closer, all the way until you could feel his breath on your face and his muscles against you.
“However long is necessary,” he said, his voice the slightest bit lower than usual, and the next thing you knew was his lips against yours, soft yet passionate.
While taken by a surprise, you quickly got one of your hands into his hair and eagerly replied to the kiss while pulling him closer, which only resulted in Mingyu backing you into the nearest wall, his hands slowly moving down to your hips, from where they moved to slide into your back pockets.
You grinned into the kiss and slowly slid one hand down Mingyu’s body to touch his pecs and abs through his shirt before sliding underneath the piece of clothing. Mingyu swallowed hard at that, and you could feel him squeezing your butt a little while kissing you with even more passion.
Moving your fingers on his skin was getting you heated up, and you soon found yourself teasing his lips with your tongue, turning the kiss deeper once he parted his lips enough. Your heart was racing and so was his, and the two of you truly forgot where you were while getting lost in each other.
You made out passionately for a good while until there was a knock on the door, at which you instinctively pulled away.
“Time’s up,” you could hear Seungkwan say, but grinned as you shook your head despite knowing he wouldn’t see.
“We’ll be out… later,” you said loud enough for it to be heard through the door before leaning to Mingyu’s ear, your breath on his skin making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. “Pick me up.”
A few seconds later you were up with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your hips and his lips eagerly against yours as you kept your hands on his shoulder and in his hair, your back resting against the wall.
Whatever it was that was going on between the two of you, as you found yourselves attracted to one another much like magnets, seemed like it would be turning into something more sooner or later. However, with how heated the kisses were turning, it was looking more and more like the turning point of your relationship was coming soon.
Feeling yourself getting a bit tooexcited with his hungry lips against yours and his hands touching your butt and thighs appreciatively, you grinned and nibbled lightly on Mingyu’s lower lip before pulling away from the kiss.
“I think we should stop before we…” you began, catching your breath, and grinned at Mingyu despite not seeing him; you completely missed just how dazed he looked, practically intoxicated from kissing you.
“Yeah,” he said quietly after swallowing and letting you down. Before you were able to step away, he leaned in for one more deep, long kiss, from which he pulled away slowly, keeping his forehead lightly against yours after. “Would you like to…”
“Leave together soon? Yeah,” you grinned and were unable to wipe it off your face, in particular when you heard Mingyu let out a relieved sigh. “The sooner we get out of here the sooner we can leave.”
With that, the two of you left the closet, greeted by some dramatic booing and playful questions that you ignored with small smirks on your faces. Seeing Mingyu grab a pillow from the couch before sitting down next to you, you snorted and leaned your head against his shoulder.
*GIF not mine! but also he’s so cute aksljalkfdja;f
pairing:seungcheol x fem!reader
genre:just fluffy like seungcheol’s hair :D, volleyball coach!reader
warnings:none unless you count descriptions of seungcheol’s biceps and thighs and a super cheesy pickup line
word count: 2.1k
a/n:this is mostly a self-serving fic bc i’m a volleyball coach LOL but anyways i hope u guys enjoy, i kinda proofread it, but it might still be kind of rough ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯
“Hi, Seungkwan!” You waved to your friend as he ushered his twin nieces into the gym.
“Are you excited for the first game this weekend?” he asked you with a wide smile. Sometimes, you wondered if Seungkwan was more invested in your volleyball team than you were.
“I am, but a little nervous, too. Hey!” You turned to the girls who were chit-chatting on the side of the court. “Go set up the nets!” Seungkwan let out a hearty laugh at your stern voice.
“Nervous? Why?” Seungkwan cocked his head to the side.
genre:angst, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 20.8k (ha ha buckle in)
warnings: divorce, implied sexual activities (but no smut), profanity
a/n:it’s here!! first, i want to say thank you all for your interest in this fic; it was truly unexpected, but your support motivated me to finish this after months of sitting on it with no clue as to which direction i wanted this to go. this started roughly three months ago when i started watching thirty nine (which i finished last night btw; go watch it if you’re into sad stuff), and also listening to loote’s song of the same name! smth abt tomorrow tonight + thirty nine angst made me want to write this sadness so…yeah. i truly did not anticipate this being my longest fic to date at 20k words, but here she is :’) thank you to @gyukultand@twogyuu for beta reading this bc i was too tired to re-read it myself LOL @_@ i hope you all enjoy it, and as always, please be sure to leave your feedback via reblogs/replies/asks!! <3 enjoy !!
Your voice filled the empty night air, crude words accompanied by the chilling winter wind. He was facing away from you, his back hunched over as he sat on the carousel in the children’s park outside your apartment. Even under the poorly-lit street lamps, you recognized the back of his head: the way his hair—cut close to his nape—faded into his skin, and how his white, cotton button-down shirt hugged his wide back as he rested his elbows on his knees. He was rubbing his palms together, his breath visible in the night as he tried to warm himself.
Dipshit, you thought to yourself. It was below freezing and he was out here without a jacket.
He turned around to greet you with a smile, though it wasn’t the same cocky grin he usually gave you when you called him unpleasant names. This one was different. It was… sad. Given the way his hair was tousled, you could guess he had probably gone drinking with his coworkers before he came to see you.
Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.
Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, fwb(?), slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au(Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader’s family aren’t chaebols and are commoners but well-off)
Warnings: k-i-s-s-i-n-g , some insecurities, mentions of food and clubbing, cheese and cliché (this chapter is v awkwardly written tbh ), jihoon chased chan with his guitar
“Consider it,” Clara pleaded. Her hands latched onto your upper arm, a pout setting on her face as the two of you made your way out of the lecture hall.
“The club isn’t really my scene, Clara,” you mumbled. You tried to shrug her off with no avail. For the past week, Clara had been on an all-time high; she groaned about spending too much of her time with her nose in the books and not enough time “in the moment.” She was determined to live out her best life from now on, which included getting an early start on her “hot girl summer” in the spring. One of these experiences included clubbing downtown.
“How do you know?” Clara whined. “You don’t know unless you try.”
“What does Hansol think about all of this?” you asked, trying to divert the attention from yourself.
“He said he was down,” Clara replied smugly, “It’s just you now.”
“Lies.”
“Nope!” she retorted, popping the ‘p.’ Clara fished her phone out of her back pocket and quickly scrolled to her most recent conversation with your friend. You squinted at the back and forth between them, surprised, but also not at Hansol’s casual agreement.
He was Hansol: always down to try new things, but never seemingly excited.
“Come on,” Clara dragged, “It’ll be fun! And you can bring Seungcheol.” She poked at your armpit, eliciting a jump from you.
The mention of your fake boyfriend reminded you that you had to go meet him this afternoon. Rolling your eyes and ignoring her comment, you crossed your arms and marched ahead in the direction of the location you had agreed to meet.
“Hey! Wait up,” Clara called, jogging after you. “Where are you going?”
“Thanks for the reminder,” you waved back at your friend though you didn’t turn around. “I have to go meet Cheol after class.”
“Oh, you guys are on thatlevel now,” Clara wiggled her eyebrows and nudged you teasingly as she caught up.
You cocked an eyebrow at her in confusion.
“Cheol,” she repeated after you.
“Clara–”
“What? It’s kind of cute how comfortable you two are getting.”
Damn Jisoo getting in my ship’s way, I love him but like… Cheollie The whole research and photography date is just so cute, I want that but thats not realistic of me
Reading this update was like walking along a trail of a beautiful mountain and then making the wrong step and tripping by the end? Does that make sense?? I’m sick so oh well but getting an update on this made my day
Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader Featuriing: Wonwoo
Synopsis:Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.
Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, fwb(?), slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au(Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader’s family aren’t chaebols and are commoners but well-off)
Warnings:Uh … teasing? Nothing, but fluff really in this chapter!
WC:2.5K
A/N:A shorter, but (kind of) informative chapter :) (because there’s still more tea that needs to be spilt-)
“Yang Kyungsoon,” Wonwoo pushed his phone across the table over to you.
You peered up at him briefly before taking it into your own hands. An Instagram photo of raven-haired beauty posing in a strapless white satin gown appeared on his screen. A closer look and though her hair was darker than it was now, it was unmistakably the same woman you had just met moments earlier. Scrolling down, another image of Kyungsoon appeared; this time a selfie of herself laying in a hammock with a pretty red flower in her hair, her lips painted a matching seductive color while the rest of her makeup was kept simple and natural.
“S-she’s … stunning,” the words fell from your lips before you realized it. You couldn’t help, but feel a sense of inferiority looking through her pictures. You looked back up at Wonwoo, your finger hovering over his phone.
Wonwoo reached over to take his phone. “Undoubtedly so – it’s no wonder Seungcheol fell for her.” He tapped out of Instagram and clicked the screen dark, shoving the device into his back pocket.
“Ah … so they were together?” you asked nervously, pretending to not be bothered by the fact.
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.
