You & Minghao aren’t soulmates.

Your name isn’t etched onto his body, carved into his skin – atop his breastbone, above his heart.

And his name isn’t on your body, it isn’t etched onto you, carved into you – a tight pressure grows in his chest, he swallows the sea and the saltwater drowns his lungs.

Hearts are about to burst for love.

—

It’s raining.

You grip onto a very red umbrella.

Warmth then, spreads across his chest – setting ablaze, a searing ache grows in the depth of his chest, beneath his bones. Sinks into his gut, burning. He watches, he lingers, in the backdrop of your life.

You grip onto a very red umbrella, and feel the burning gaze on the back of your head – you know what it feels like to be seen, and it only makes you sink into a throb.

It’s raining, and you don’t like Minghao but you know he likes you.

It rains and you grip a very red umbrella.

—

“Can you move already?”

You mutter, pushing past him. Brushing against him, warm skin against his – his heart pounds, and yours is heavy in your chest.

“Sorry…”

He says the moment you’re gone, stares at the space you once took up – he watches, he lingers.

(A tight pressures grows in his chest, the sea swallows his lungs, salt sticks to his insides – you becomes oxygen for Minghao, but you don’t like him very much.)

—

Your cheeks are red. A discoloration, rubbed raw from the paw of your woollen sweater. Your eyes are dazed, stuck on Jeonghan.

Minghao watching, lingering – there’s burning, there is salt overflowing in his lungs. Tipping over.

Jeonghan’s thumb strokes your brow, his fingertips soft against your skin. Your hand lifts, fingers curl around his wrist; a hard-edged look settles on your face but your eyes tell a different story; the look you give him is tender, pained – a look that says you will never be theirs. Not Jeonghan’s. Not Minghao –

And Minghao is watching until your gaze finds his, he breathes and at the same time he doesn’t – your face shifts, mouth twitches.

It feels like an ache, a bruise brushed. He sees you take a deep breath, chest lifting; it makes his ribs hurt.

You lift your chin, fingers uncurling.

Your gaze stays on Minghao, and for once, Minghao is seen.

(You push Jeonghan away. Jeonghan smiles. A knowing one.)

—

He hears a conversation he shouldn’t have.

(“Do you have a soulmate?” Low, whispered. Jeonghan has you cornered, hidden on the corner of an emptied street, beneath a street lamp.

“What’s it to you?”

“It’s true then,”

The rumors reach you slow, soft.

“What is?”

Jeonghan is holding you then, arms around your neck. “You don’t have a soulmate.”

You’re quiet. Deafening, a low ring in his ears.

“It doesn’t matter…”

Jeonghan is more than a friend to you, he knows you better than anyone – “Me too. Me too.”)

The rumors started when a man asks for you name. Hopeful, – pitiful. Breathes air like it hurts, looks at you like you have stars in your hair.

“I–, it’s (name)…”

You look pained. And the man isn’t hopeful anymore – instead he smiles, tells you his name. Asks for your time, a coffee. And so more more that remains hidden beneath his voice.

“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t… I don’t like the idea of dating.” But something is missing, there is more.

You don’t like the idea of not having a soulmate.

And then you are gone. Gathered your belongings in your arms, leaving. As if you were never there, like you never existed.

Jeonghan follows.

—

It’s raining.

But you stay.

Minghao watches, Minghao lingers.

Watches you until he can’t breathe, the air winds out of him. Stutters out, before he speaks. Quietly, “You hate me.”

And there is no longer silence, just static in his ears. It’s unspoken, a wordless secret. Brings heat to his heart, he remembers the name on his skin – remembers you aren’t like most people.

“I… I, I don’t… Hateyou.”

Well-worn hate on your face fades; something sadder breaks to the surface of it.

The words burn his throat.

“I want you.”

Your voice is small, “Wha– what?”

The words pour out. “You heard me…” Bites back, Minghao looks at you silently. He won’t beg, he will let you slip through his fingers. His eyes blur, the first tear slips down his cheek.

“Please. You’re all I want.”

“Minghao…”

You’ve said his name before. Yet this is different. Heavier, without the hate.

You watch each other. Eyes on his. His eyes on yours.

He takes a deep shuddering breath. Breathes in until his lungs ache. Tries to smile. It feels broken, it is.

He doesn’t watch anymore. Doesn’t linger.

“Minghao, I’m sorry. I… Wait.”

Takes a half a heartbeat before he’s gone.

—

He meets his soulmate.

It doesn’t feel like it should.

The name etched onto his body, carved into his heart, feels like a word more than a name.

Their eyes meet. Minghao knows.

They tell him their name, bright-eyed. Hopeful, happy.

Minghao braces himself. He knows what to say, knew from the moment he laid eyes on you.

The bright-eyed stare turns to anger.

They tell him, but we’re meant for each other, this isn’t supposed to happen, we’re soulmates.

They don’t want to meet again. Minghao thinks it’s for the best.

—

With an ache in his chest.

Watches you again, tries to catch your eyes. In waiting, he lingers.

Watches you lean close to Jeonghan, watches his hand on your arm, knead through the layers. Your eyes dampen, you pretend Minghao isn’t there.

Minghao learns to watches you both.

Realizes you and Jeonghan are made for each other.

Fitting together like puzzle pieces – watches you both, lingers behind you both.

(Yet, he doesn’t see the way you pull away from Jeonghan, just to stand a little closer to Minghao. Doesn’t see your face heat up when his eyes leave –)

—

“It’s easy to hate you.”

Minghao half-turns. Finds you.

Fingers curled together, wrapped around the handle of your very red umbrella. Bone-white, beneath the sleeve of your coat.

Your eyes are damp. Jeonghan comes, hand touches your shoulder.

“See you later, and you too, Minghao!”

He watches, he lingers.

Watches Jeonghan leave, gaze hardening at your blank stare, he whispers something. Low, beneath his breath, breathes it into your hair. Then gone, out of the staff room.

(“It’ll be okay.”)

“Is it alright if I walk you home?”

He bites down on his lip.

Eyes on your face. Flickering.

Your face sets aflame, a flash turning your eyes to hesitation. Hooking his, seeing him.

“Or– or not, it’s okay, I–”

“Okay.”

He sees you smile for the first time. Soft on your cheeks, dusted with a heat.

Your soul pulls his in.

—

You walk beneath a very red umbrella.

Pressed close. Closer than ever. Beneath an umbrella, under rainfall. Your fingers curled around the handle, both holding on tight.

Minghao stares at you, through lashes. From the corner of his eye.

Realizes he’s always watching you.

“I don’t know much about you,”

You say, a low whisper, for him to hear only.

“You don’t like me that much.”

Your brows furrow, tight-lipped, you tell him again, “It’s easy to hate you.”

It makes him laugh, hollowed out. From his chest, high-pitched and kind of shy. You look at him, cheeks heating, smiling.

(You press more firmly against him, unknowing. Subconsciously. His heart beside yours, a hundred aches in both of them – choosing, a slow truth beneath a red umbrella).

“Well… Tell me something, something that will make me like you!”

Your soul pulls his.

He tells you everything about himself.

—

“Minghao?” Soft, a breath.

He hums, looks to you.

“Can we do… Can we do this again?”

His chest spreads fire across. Heart drums, “Yes.”

—

You walk him home every other day, sometimes with a red umbrella and sometimes not.

You stand close, and your heart is so full – Minghao watches, a lingering stare. His heart is overflowing.

(You stay close, and he wonders if the name on his chest could change to yours).

—

He walks you home this time.

Maybe once, maybe more times than he can count.

Kisses you, and you melt together. Mouths melting together like hot honey, oozing slow, hot and heavy down your throats. Your hearts pulled together, the same way yours hands knot, fingers tightening. Pressing into your knuckles, bone-white and fitting together like pieces to a puzzle.

When you pull away, Minghao’s breath brushes over your cheeks. Forehead rolling to the side of your head, on your temple. Kisses your cheek, quick. Fleeting.

“I’m scared,” You say through teeth.

He doesn’t realize you’re upset, not until you look at him through glossed eyes.

Minghao presses more into you. Hands leaving yours, ground gently into your cheeks, “I choose you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and stutters out. Nodding against his forehead when you place your hands over his, fingertips soft, smoothing over the joints in his.

“I’ll always choose you.”

Your hearts stay together. He hopes forever.

—

The name etched onto his body, carved into his skin – atop his breastbone, above his heart fades. Seeps into his skin, until it’s gone.

He pretends your name was always there, pretends it is there.

(It is, carved into his heart, searing, a burning that lasts forever).

I care more about wanting to respect other cultures than an idol’s temporary discomfort.

Wonwoo: *lying on his deathbed* *beckons to Jun*

Jun: *walks over, sobbing* Wonwoo, don’t leave me, please!

Wonwoo: *beckons to Jun furiously* C-come closer…

Jun: W-wonwoo… my greatest friend, my greatest ally, my one and only true brother. It breaks my heart to see you parting from this world so soon- *hiccups*

Wonwoo: J-Jun…

Jun: W-wonwoo…

Wonwoo: Stop with this sentimental sh*t already. Listen very closely to my commands; when I die, I want you to lower me into my grave… so you can let me down one last time.

Hoshi: They call me coffee ‘cause I grind so fine.

Jun: They call me coffee 'cause I keep you up past 2AM~

The8: They call me coffee, because I’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of who I am.

Dino: … I don’t drink coffee…

Seungkwan: Sorry for intruding!

Vernon: In this situation or my life as a whole?

DK: The8, wanna hear a joke?

The8: ?

DK: What do you call a fake noodle?

The8: Um… what?

DK: An impasta! ROFL

The8: 

*many shrieks later*

News Reporter: Breaking news, a corpse was discovered this morning-

-you were sixteen of age when you first met Dino

-after moving from Daegu to Seoul, you transferred into Seoul Broadcasting High School

-the atmosphere was so welcoming?? Everyone you passed smiled or dipped their head in greeting and you’re bewildered because your old schoolmates were so cold

-your homeroom teacher introduces you to your new official class and the boys are all so good-looking wtf

-you had to rub your eyes twice like why are Seoul students all so perfect

-”good morning class! this is our new student, please help her around the school since she is not yet familiar with the layout of the building.”

-”hello, my name is y/n! I’m from Daegu; it’s a pleasure to meet you all!”

-each person in the room applauds after your introduction and you’re taken aback because it genuinely sounds like they can’t wait to meet you

-the homeroom teacher proceeds to assign you to sit next to a boy doodling in his notebook and you just gasp in awe because of his silverish hair it’s beautiful goddamn

-he doesn’t look up when you slip into the seat next to his

-it’s a w k w a r d as hell

-so you try to start up a conversation with the simplest and most boring line ever:

-”uhm i’m y/n, what’s your name?”

-the boy’s eyebrows furrow, and you’re terrified you insulted him in some way already

-you had a knack for accidentally offending others

-he finally answers in a matter-of-fact tone, much to your relief

-”it’s dino.”

-”oh… uh… nice to meet you dino!!” he doesn’t reply, but you persist, determined to at least make one friend today. “hey, what do you have for first period class?”

-there’s a slight pause in the boy’s scribbling, but he still avoids your gaze

-”i have mr. park.”

-you have absolutely no idea who mister park is, which subject he teaches and which room he’s at

-”that’s… um… cool…”

-”…”

-”ah, um, you must know this school really well huh!!”

-seriously you’re running out of things to converse about and the uncomfortable silence is sweeping in

-”… yeah… i do.”

-dino’s so quiet when responding to your questions that you’re beginning to think that he might already dislike you

-eventually, the conversation if there was any at all  dies off and both of you just awkwardly raise your hands when the teacher calls attendance

-the bell rings for first period and he bolts out of the door in a flash

-is he annoyed at me already?? You couldn’t help but get another unpleasant feeling in your stomach

-obviously you shake it off because you and Dino haven’t even known each other for an hour yet… there’s a chance you guys could get on better terms, right?

-wrong

-all throughout the week Dino ignores you or pretends not to see you

-like this one time you were wandering around the school because you couldn’t find your fifth period class and you spot Dino near his locker

-approaching him while looking down, you busily pull out your schedule from your backpack to ask him where room 507, the science lab, was (the stupid school didn’t have door numbers above each room for some idiotic reason)

-andd he’s gone

-you’re alone in the deserted corridors

-seething, you had to walk allllthe way down to the first floor, ask the lady at the counter for help, then climb the stairs allll the way up to the fifth floor when you could’ve just turned right

-”the next time I catch him he’ll face my wrath URRGGH”

-but unsurprisingly, that boy sure could run

-he miraculously managed to steer clear of your presence every time you ‘ambushed’ him after class

-it’s frustrating to the point where you start waiting for him to come out of the boys’ locker room so you two could ‘talk’

-dino, being the smart honors student he is, takes the back door

-”sayonara idiot”

-yOU FINALLY get him in your hands after he miscalculates and heads to the vending machines to buy a sports drink

-”hellooo there dino”

-”pfft- why are you here” he chokes on his drink and his eyes immediately dart around to find a way to escape

-too bad there would be no escape now

-”lee chan… why are you trying to hide from me huh? What did i ever do to you to cause you to keep your distance from me? I was simply trying to find my way through the school and you ignored my pleas for help? Honestly, and i thought Seoul students were more polite? Yah- get back here!!”

-dino takes off through the hallways

-in a frenzy, you dart after him

-it’s a wild goose chase but you’re gaining ground on him

-both of you eventually get tired of running and begin panting like mad dogs

-”stop….*heave*right…*heavy breathing*there…*collapse*”

-”what…*cough*do…*sneeze*you…*cough*… want… *collapse*”

-and you’re just glaring at each other

-and glaring

-glaring

-still glaring

-until dino bursts into laughter

-complete confusion breaks out across your face you have no idea what he’s laughing about

-was there toilet paper on your shoe? Lettuce stuck between your teeth??

-meanwhile dino’s still cracking up on the floor, trying to exhale through his nose

- “what’s so funny?” you ask, starting to get seriously mad

- dino just keeps laughing, despite the growing tension

- “look, i just wanted to be able to fit in here and get along with people? why are you being so cold to me? you’re making it difficult for me to feel comfortable here”

- the laughter stops with those words

-dino looks at you, and he looks like he’s been slapped across the face right then

- “i… i’m sorry"

- you’re surprised to hear an apology

- “thank… you?”

- “there’s nothing wrong with you, i promise. y-you just…”

- frowning, you take a step closer to him, trying to connect the dots. He backs away, much to your annoyance.

-”i just what?”

-”you make me nervous, alright?”

- you??? made him??? nervous??? how on earth???

- “what?”

- he shakes his head quickly, eyes wide as a deer caught in headlights

-“pretend i didn’t say that. please. my reputation is at stake here.”

-so the two of you stand in silence in the hallway, not looking at each other because he?? doesn’t stop blushing??

- you’re still honestly so confused… he didn’t explain why he felt nervous around you… unless…

-”hey, do you have a crush on me?”

- but you’d literally just gotten to the school? oh man, your head was going to hurt if you thought about it more.

-dino’s ears grow pink, and he shakes his head vigorously

-”of course not!” he says with such defiance you’re almost insulted i mean who wouldn’t want your fine ass he’s probably blind

- ”i-i… you won in last year’s Seoul dancing competition, right?”

-hesitantly, you respond to his question

- “yes… i did…”

-”that last move you did… was it based off michael jackson’s thriller choreography?”

-astounded, you nodded your head. Even the judges didn’t recognize that move; you were a little disappointed they didn’t, that specific move took you months to perfect

-dino gets up from the floor and scratches the back of his neck, ears turning even redder than it was before

-you just realized how cute he looked like when he was embarrassed

-”uhm… could you teach me the way you dance?”

-the smile on his face’s hopeful; he clearly wanted to learn those moves badly

-it’s touching, it really is

-”sure”, you grin, “under one condition”

-dino’s smile immediately falters

-”… what’s the condition?”

-”you must bow whenever you see me in the hallways”

-he breathes a sigh of relief and dips his head in acknowledgement

-and that’s how you two became the best of friends

-you could always have a nice laugh with him about the first time you guys met each other

-surprisingly (or not), dino’s also really caring?? you were kicked out of your house a couple months back because you couldn’t pay the rent fast enough and he grew so worried he forced you to move into his house

-so you ended up living at a ginormous condominium

-dino has twelve?? Older?? Brothers??

-and they’re all hot asf aghjkl

-take seungcheol for example

-biceps, the eldest and strongest of all the brothers

-jeonghan; aka the mother, and angel also devil working part-time

-jisoo; handsome gentleman that speaks english

-junhui; huge greaseball, but deeply cares for his family

-hoshi; 10:10, star, kwon FIRREE, closest to dino obviously

-wonwoo; scary at first, is actually a big softie

-jihoon; don’t ever call him cute he WILL hit you with his guitar

-seokmin; ball of sunshine what’s not to like

-mingyu; germyu more like HAH

-minghao; don’t ever make him mad he’s scarily good at roasts but other than that cute & reserved

-seungkwan; your favorite brother other than chan tbh tbvh

-vernon; eyelashes you would kill for

-but they’re always up to some weird shiet

-they’ve always landed you and Dino in awkward situations… especially that time one week ago ugh

-so you and Dino were studying in his room and the atmosphere was light and comedic

-but guess what

-naega hosh decides to ruin it

-”hey y/n and chan- GUYS WHAT ARE YOU DOING OMGGG DINO DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN??”

-you two are literally only exchanging notes from the classes you shared together

-Dino’s entire face grows red, from the tip of his ears to his neck and you can’t tell if it’s from anger or embarrassment

-you’re staring at hoshi, dumbfounded and still not grasping the meaning of his words

-groaning, your best friend dashes after hoshi

-you prayed for his well-being after a series of screams and “i was tRYING TO HELP” enters the vicinity of your ears

-you don’t mind all their teasing although dino screams in agony every time his brothers even slightly mention the two of you looking good together

-in fact, you have a crush on chan yourself you’d never admit it but you do

-so whenever dino denies having a crush on you a piece of your heart breaks a little

-it’s obvious he only sees you as a good friend who’s like a sister to him… not that the truth doesn’t sting

-you’ll rather it stay this way; the less dino knows the better

-here comes the huge plot twist though

-your best friend actually does like you

-dino liked you before you even thought of liking him

-he liked you before you two even knew each other

-he liked you even when those petty arguments got in the way of your friendship, he liked you even when you were a disastrous mess in the morning, he liked you even when you liked that senior who picked up the wallet that you dropped during lunch one time

-dino liked you a lot, but he also was afraid

-afraid you would reject him

-afraid this uncommon friendship would be no more

-afraid he’d lose you, no, terrified you’d be out of his life if he ever confessed

-that fear got in the way to taking the next step of his relationship with you, and your obliviousness to his subtle flirting and overbearing concerns didn’t contribute to the progression of the confession at all

-that’s where the rest of his brothers come in

-jeonghan, the mastermind behind all the miraculous ‘coincidences’ is the head of the ‘find a suitable partner for baby chan’ agency and literally dedicates his free time to try to hook you two up together

-none of his cleverly designed plans would work however… except for one

-and that one successful attempt made you and dino realize that you two couldn’t go on without admitting the blossoming feelings you had for each other

-it worked… in a way that wasn’t planned..

-it was on a friday evening when the scheme took place

-as usual, jeonghan would be up to no good, and his brain was brewing with purely evil thoughts and tactics

-so on that night, jeonghan’s like “hey guys, let’s play truth or dare!”

-and the rest of dino’s brothers seem to catch on to what he’s going for, but for whatever reason, dino is none the wiser

-the rest of the brothers are exchanging sly smiles and they know where agent 1004 would be going with this

-you’re also unaware of what they’re doing, thinking that they’re just going to be boys being boys, and daring each other to do crazy things like lick each other’s armpits or run laps around the house naked

-all of you gather around in a circle and just to make sure that dino’s not going to chicken out, jeonghan orders the boys to lock up all available exits

-you’re starting to get suspicious, but you let it pass, thinking that you’re just being paranoid

-they go through a few dares (the most notable being jeonghan daring seungcheol to lie down on the couch and letting hoshi put ice on his nipples for ten seconds)

-eventually all 12 brothers decided on ‘dare’; each of them being dared to do all sorts of creepy things that would be weird just to think about

-it’s dino’s turn, and you realize he’s the second-to-last-one left of the bunch you’re last

-dino’s feeling quite bold and wants to live up to the “brave” show that his brothers had put up

-so he goes ‘dare!’ with a lot of gusto

-and jeonghan smiles evilly and you think “oh no”

-and jeonghan looks at you, and then looks at dino, and he goes “dino, i dare you to kiss y/n”

-dino goes bright red in the face

-like he literally turns into a tomato

-you watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid to express any kind of movement other than shifting your pupils

-and you watch as his feelings go from complete embarrassment to pure rage

-and he stands to his feet

-and he starts berating jeonghan - everyone is just shocked

-dino’s on a complete roll now; there’s no stopping him and his harsh words

-“i wish, for once, that you could be at least a little considerate on my part! you’re always planning something to make me uncomfortable or feel stupid and you ALL think you’re so smart and so sly because i’m the youngest here??”

-he takes a deep breath… and continues

-”I’m more than capable of expressing myself and who i am!! I’m as much as a man as any of you in here, but guess what? GUESS WHAT?! I have to put up with all of your crap because you’re older and i have to respect my elders but no more!! No more!! I-I.. stop being such a terrible brother! Stop being such terrible BROTHERS!!”

-everyone’s like ‘holy shit what the flying f*ck just happened

-dino storms out of the room because he’s furious, he’s so mad at the world and at himself

-everyone’s looking between one another because dino gets angry often but he’s never snapped like that

-and jeonghan looks genuinely hurt

-you look at him carefully and sigh, getting to your feet

-‘i’ll go talk to him, okay?’

-they all agree that’d be best

-so you start looking for dino and you find him in his room, blasting heavy rock on top volume

-gathering all the air in your lungs, you scream over the deafening music

-”DINO! It’s me!”

-for a while, you thought your attempt at conversing with him was a lost cause, and the music just keeps blaring

-it comes to an abrupt stop suddenly, and dino’s voice, sad and sullen, brings you back to his door

-“y/n…don’t come in”

-“why not?”

-“I don’t want to see you”

-you never knew that one line could hurt so much, nevertheless, you persist

-“dino… please”

-“no”

-“dino… i know you’re upset, but please, don’t take this out on me”

-he goes quiet for a moment

-and you’re about to walk away, sheepish at your futile efforts

-he opens his door a small crack, peering out to make sure it was really you

-“hey” you grin, nodding at the tall male. “How’re you doing by yourself?”

-he rolls his eyes, but still returns a withered smile

-“never been better y/n”

-”may i come in?”

-your best friend ponders about the pros and cons of the request for a little while before conceding, and you step into his room, shutting the door behind you

-you walk alongside his bed, admiring the tons of Michael Jackson and Haikyuu figurines he had in his collection

-truth to be told, you’ve always preferred to stay in dino’s room more than any other room in the house; it was just so cozy and full of memories of his childhood

-the left wall was tacked entirely with photos of him and his brothers; dino would often tell you stories about his misadventures with them– there was one year where the family went on a camping trip and wonwoo’s snacks were stolen by a giant grizzly bear, and there was that one week where woozi’s guitar was accidentally sat on by mingyu and he had refused to talk to him or any of his brothers until one of them got the exact copy of his previous instrument (which joshua had to travel to the usa for)

-you know dino loves his brothers deeply, and wouldn’t give them for the world, heck, even the next door lady with a whole set of teeth missing knew

-and especially not jeonghan

-it’s been quiet for a while now, and you glance back to see dino peacefully resting against the right wall

-the right wall the male was currently leaning on, on the other hand, was full of his achievements he had gained over the years; the numerous certificates and trophies of him getting in the basketball team and making the honor roll every single year in school… he was extremely talented and clever

-stepping closer to dino and to the wall, you marvel at the amount of  passion your best friend had poured into everything before you’ve even met him

-and in the center of the concrete structure , was a letter, laminated and hanged up accordingly, that notified him that he had made it to the prestigious national youth dance program

-you smile to yourself; dino had told you that out of all his brothers (which had all been tremendously supportive of him chasing after his dreams), jeonghan was the happiest after hearing him say that, and had dialed all their relatives that lived across the globe just to alert them of the good news. He definitely loved jeonghan more than he let on

-dino’s eyes flicker open, and in spite of himself, he smiles along with you

-”y/n, i hope you didn’t take offense to what i said before”

-you glance back at him, empathetic

-”it wouldn’t be me who would be taking offense”

-the male’s eyes flicker back to his feet, and he sighs

-”i shouldn’t have lashed out like that, should’ve i?”

-as gently as you could, you shake your head. “You shouldn’t have, but i understand how you feel,” you say, patting his shoulder.

-dino gazes at you softly, a remorseful look drifting over his features

-he directs his gaze back to his feet, most likely slapping himself mentally for screaming out what he didn’t mean

-it was then you realized how young he looked. young, not as in immature, but more so a youth who recognized the errors of their recklessness too late

-trying to offer some form of encouragement, you reach out for his face, and that’s when your brain started hollering “danger”

-when had dino become so handsome?

-his infamous chicken hairstyle was the talk of the class until he had gotten rid of it, but even after that, the girls hadn’t paid him much attention

-it wasn’t like he had been bad-looking all these years; you just found his personality the most attractive part of him

-subconsciously, you reach out for dino’s face and stroke his chiseled jaw without a second thought

-his gaze shoots to the position of your hand, questions forming in his racing mind

-”y-y/n?”

-your heart skips a beat, and your eyes soften at the sound of his voice… you were going to hate yourself for doing this, but you couldn’t resist anymore

-that’s it all it took; one breathy whisper from him that unleashed all the emotions you’ve been hiding for so long

-you lean in slowly, still stroking dino’s jaw with your fingertips, and meet his pale pink lips with yours

-it was as if time froze itself, and that it was only the two of you left in this world, with nothing to disturb the anticipated moment

-dino stops breathing, motionless in his spot

-your brain registers his motions almost instantly… dino wasn’t kissing you back.

-you immediately pull back from his lips, suddenly nauseous 

-you made a mistake, didn’t you?

-you never touch your best friend

-not ever

-no matter how quick it was, no matter how much you liked them, you don’t. you don’t do it for fear of ruining the friendship

-instead of voicing your apologies aloud, you bow your head in fear that your voice would crack while saying sorry

-it hurt, but this was the truth, wasn’t it?

-the kiss… if you could even call it one, would just be a rueful memory imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life

-the clock ticks by, and neither of you move

-you’re shaking

-dino touches your shoulder, and you glance up, eyes already welling up with tears

-you couldn’t bear to let him see you in this pitiful state, but to your surprise, he tenderly wipes the droplets running down your cheeks away

-dino then slowly cups your chin, and leans in, his and your heartbeat increasing to a rate of one million

-your mind goes blank the moment his smooth pink lips touched yours, and your legs falter from the excitement and thrill of finally requiting your feelings for each other

-it was one of the briefest kisses recorded down in history, but to you, it felt like a decade

-you were in absolute bliss because…

-dino liked you back

Bonus:

-”you guys did kiss back then, didn’t you??” hoshi exclaims, resuming his exuberant twirling across the bedroom

-your face turns apple red, and you pretend to be immersed in your book

-dino chokes on his water, his face turning just as red as yours

-”I-I… we… it’s not what you think-”

-”relax, relax, all of us know. coupsie, jihoon, and i heard y/n sniffling behind the door and thought you must’ve hurt her or something, but whaddya know? she went from snivelling to silent in .2 seconds… seungcheol was about to break down the door if her whimpering wouldn’t stop, so thank god for that. jeonghan was jumping from door to door after we told him our hunch.”

-the youngest brother begins hyperventilating, clutching his head in a wild panic

-”you guys were outside?!! Jeonghan knows we kissed?!”

-snorting, hoshi collapses on the seat next to yours, checking his hair out in the nearby window

-”he would find out even if none of us made a peep channie”

-”goshdarn it!! he’s not home yet, is he??”

-the front door slams rightfully shut, and as if on cue, jeonghan’s blonde head pops through the wooden door

-”dinooo~ you have some explaining to do~”

-”runnnnn!!!”

Mingyu:What do you think is the height of stupidity? Personally?

Woozi:Hmm, how tall are you?

Jun: You’ve reached Seventeen’s studio; handsome, brilliant, talented, cute, amazing, spectacular, out-of-this-world, lovely, considerate, mature, beautiful, confident, strong– did I mention handsome?– one speaking.

S.Coups: You broke into my house?! 

Jeonghan:Hush Seungcheol, I had a key. Besides, breaking into someone’s house is illegal.

S.Coups:

S.Coups:Where d’you get the key from??!!

Vernon: How did I end up here, again?

Seungkwan: *sighing* Like always, you laughed too hard at your own joke, and blacked out.

DK: You know, now that I think about it, I’ve never made the same mistake twice, have I?

Woozi:Of course not. You make it five or six times more, just so you could be sure it was a mistake.

Jeonghan:*tearful* I lost my boyfriend, have you seen him anywhere??

Random Person: Oh dear, what does he look like?

Jeonghan: *loud sobbing* BEAUTIFUL

I’ve finally finished it lmao. It only took forever but I’m finally feeling productive so hopefully I’ll be able to push out a few more things soon (no promises but we’ll see)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:It gets kinda angsty with Seungcheol thinking he’s weird for liking both of you at the same time but there’s a happy ending

Sensitive Pup pt. 3

Ever since that fateful night with you and your lovely boyfriend, Seungcheol’s brain had been buzzing with thoughts. Thoughts that had left his heart in the pit of his stomach as well as a headache crashing through his skull. Everyone had noticed their leader’s distress as he fell victim to his own insecurities, but no one knew what to do about it. Everytime they asked he would wave them off, claiming he just hadn’t been sleeping well. Since the boys couldn’t figure out what the issue was, they turned to the one thing that always lifted his spirits- you.

     You had been pretty confident in your ability to get the truth out of him since he had always been closest to you, aside from Mingyu of course, but one step into his studio told you it wouldn’t be that simple. His head snapped over to you as soon as you entered the room, and a sudden tension smothering the both of you in the small space. You sent him an awkward smile.

     "Uh- hey! The boys were telling me how worried they were about you; I just wanted to make sure you were alright.“ 

     "O-oh, uh- sorry to bother you I guess. No need to worry though, everything’s fine here.” He said with an obviously forced smile. You raised a brow as he seemed to shrink into his chair, knuckles white from his death grip on the armrests and his shoulders almost up to his ears as he refused to make eye contact with you.

     "You sure? You seem a little… tense. You’re not sick are you?“ You asked, stepping closer to him to rest the back of your hand on his forehead. The feeling of your soft skin against his made his heart do somersaults as he fought to keep all his blood from rushing up to his face. He hurriedly grabbed your wrist to push it back to your side.

     "No no no I-I’m fine really, just a little tired. Now if you’ll excuse me I have- uh- work to do. Yes! Very important work so- uh- I-I’ll see you later.” He didn’t give you any time to respond before lightly pushing you out the door, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded by his actions. Were you the reason he was acting so weird? Your heart sank at the thought, trying to think of anything that you had done to warrant this behavior from him as you trudged down the hall. 

     Seungcheol, on the other hand, was still standing at the door he had just pushed you out of, heart lodged in his throat as he pressed his forehead to the smooth wood in front of him. He pushed a shaky sigh past his lips to stop the tears that had built up from falling down his face. Why her? He thought. Why now? Another deep sigh fell from his lips as he sat down in his computer chair. Why do feelings have to be so difficult?

❤

     It had been three days since you had checked in on Seungcheol, and according to the rest of the boys he had more or less returned to his old self. He would still catch himself drifting to thoughts of you and that night but had ultimately decided that his new plan would be better for the both of you. Sure, one might say that ignoring someone that had been your best friend for years because of a silly little crush is childish, but at the moment he could think of no other option. To him, the plan was foolproof- he’d ignore you until these feelings went away and then you could go back to how it used to be. 

     He was currently in the practice room with the rest of his members, taking a water break after about an hour or so of practice. Woozi had sat himself next to him, talking about anything and everything as they both caught their breath. Eventually Jeonghan and Wonwoo also joined in the conversation, quickly shifting it to revolve around their eldest member.

     "Yeah, what was up with you? You barely paid attention to us and just sulked everywhere you went.“ Seungcheol nervously shifted in his spot at Woozi’s question, letting out a small chuckle to ease his nerves.

     "Don’t worry about it.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes with a groan at the answer that the leader had repeated probably a million times by now. Seungcheol only sighed in response. “Look, I was having a little personal issue but I’m taking care of it now. Trust me, everything’s fine.” Wonwoo just shrugged as he took another sip of his water.

     "Whatever you say…" 

     Seungcheol’s attention was suddenly on the other side of the room as the sound of laughter echoed off the walls. All the younger members were on the opposite side of the room laughing hysterically as Hoshi did an over dramatic reenactment of the dance they were learning, making him chuckle as well. Their laughter was boisterous and could probably be heard three rooms down, but one laugh in particular rang in his ears the loudest. His eyes drifted over to Mingyu, who was laying on his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach and tears collecting in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. 

     Seungcheol let out a sigh as he looked at him, a smile unconsciously stretching across his face. The younger suddenly opened his eyes, coming down from his laughing fit and locked eyes with him, a smile lighting up his own face as he jumped to his feet. He excitedly joined Hoshi to reenact it for the members who had missed it. How cute. The leader thought to himself. His heart skipped a beat as he focused on the younger’s smile that brought energy to everyone in the room. Seungcheol froze, smile falling from his face as he finally processed that his heart had skipped a beat.

     Uh-oh.

❤

     If you weren’t worried before, you definitely were now. It only took a day or two for Seungcheol to go back to locking himself in his office and shrugging off everyone’s concerns. The only difference was that this time he refused to even look in yours or Mingyu’s direction, and would even deliberately avoid you by walking in the opposite direction as soon as he saw either of you coming. For you, that had been the last straw. Seungcheol could avoid you for whatever reason he wanted, but the devastated look on your boyfriend’s face when he realized that his hyung had been avoiding him made your heart shatter in a million pieces. To stop this childish behavior, you had rounded up the boys and concocted a little plan. 

     Their laughter rang through the hallway as they returned from practice, on their way to the car to start heading home after a long day of work. As they reached the vehicle, however, the youngest suddenly got a look of panic on his face as he patted himself down.

     "Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.“ Dino exclaimed. The others turned to him with confused expressions.

     "What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asked.

     "I think I left my phone in the practice room.“ The pout that took over his face made the others laugh. "Hyuuuuung, could you go and grab it for me?” Seungcheol raised a brow at his younger member as he gave him his best puppy dog eyes while tugging on his sleeve.

     "Why can’t you go get it yourself?“

     "Because I need to talk to him about something! It’s really really important.” Jeonghan interjected, pulling Dino into the car seat beside him. Seungcheol let out a sigh as he realized there was no winning this argument before turning back to the building.

     The leader grumbled to himself as he entered the empty room, wanting to just grab the phone and get home as soon as possible. He scratched his head after a quick scan of the room. It wouldn’t be that hard to find; it’s not like there were many hiding places here. He jumped at the sound of the door closing behind him, head snapping up to look at the wall of mirrors in front of him. You could see the blood drain from his face as he locked eyes with you through the mirror.

     "I think you have a bit of explaining to do.“ You said with a glare, leaning against his only escape. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he struggled to find the words to say. A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes softened. "Look, I’m not really that angry with you Seungcheol, I just wanna know what’s going on. Everybody’s worried about you.” The man in front of you winced. You hadn’t used his full name in so long it sounded wrong coming from your lips- with you he was always Cheolie. I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I? 

     "I- I can’t- you wouldn’t-“ as he tried to find the words to explain himself, he could feel his throat tighten and the tears start to build. You noticed how his eyes glazed over and his lips quivered as he wrapped his arms around himself, almost like he was trying to make himself smaller.

     "Just talk to me. I promise you, there is nothing you could possibly say that would make me think any less of you.” You were directly in front of him now, hands softly rubbing up and down his arms in a soothing motion. Suddenly the floodgates opened. A loud sob ripped from his throat as he seemed to crumble in your hold, his nails digging into his own skin to prevent himself from latching onto you as the reality of the situation hit him full force.

     Therewas no winning for him. He could either tell you how he truly felt, the thoughts of you and your boyfriend that had been keeping him awake at night and get rejected, ruining his friendship with you forever, or he could refuse to tell you and start avoiding you again, ruining your friendship forever. He hadn’t even realized the both of you were now on the floor, your hand rubbing circles on his back as he caved in on himself. The sight was truly heartbreaking. You wanted nothing more than to hug him and let him cry into your shoulder, but the death grip he had on his own arms told you that that’s not what he needed right now.

     The both of you stayed like that for a while as you waited for him to calm down. When his breathing finally leveled and his sobs turned to occasional hiccups, you moved to sit directly in front of him. You gently caressed his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks while he unconsciously nuzzled into your palm. Keeping his eyes closed, in fear he would lose all confidence the second he looked at you, he took a deep breath. 

     "I- I just- god (Y/N), I’m in love with you. At first I thought it was just some stupid little crush that would go away if I avoided you for long enough, but no matter how far away from you I am, I can’t stop thinking about you. From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep you’re the first thing I think about. A-and I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way cause you and Mingyu are already together but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t just you.“ Another sob wracked his body as he curled in on himself even more. "I-I haven’t been able to sleep or eat o-or do anything without thinking of the two of you. You just- you look so happy together and I don’t want to ruin that with my stupid feelings; I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”

     You hurriedly wrapped your arms around him as he lost himself in a mantra of “sorry”’s, letting him cry into your shoulder as he shakily wrapped his arms around you. You gently combed your hand through his hair as his nails dug into your back. His body was pressed impossibly close to yours as he tried to return to a normal breathing pattern. Once he had finally been able to do so, you softly pushed him back by the shoulders so you could look him in the eyes. A small sniffle escaped him as you delicately cupped his face in your hands.

     "Seungcheol, honey, look at me.“ You gave him a minute to fully collect his thoughts before he opened his eyes to lock with yours. The soft and caring look you gave him almost sent him into another crying fit; thankfully he didn’t have the energy for that right now. "There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel- there are plenty of people that feel the exact same way. I mean come on, there are so many beautiful people on the planet, do you really think everybody is only attracted to one?” He let out a small chuckle, looking down to the floor as he wiped a few of the tears from his face.

     "Heh, yeah I suppose you’re right.“ 

     "Hey,” you said, lifting his chin so he locked eyes with you again, “I’m glad you told me. Even if I did have to force it out of you.” You both laughed at your comment before a brief silence passed. Seungcheol silently opened his arms and you immediately dove into his arms with a smile. 

     "…thanks for not freaking out.“ You nuzzled up into his cheek that he rested against your head. 

     "No problem. Just- don’t keep things like this from me again, alright?” Seungcheol hugged you tighter. 

     "I won’t, I promise.“

     The two of you stayed like that for a couple more minutes, melting in the comfort of the other’s embrace before you pulled away as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You let out a small laugh at the notification.

Puppy

Is everything alright in there??

Puppy

I don’t wanna be rude but it’s not getting any warmer out here >:(

     "Cheolie, is it alright with you if I give Mingyu a quick rundown of the situation before coming back in with him so you can talk things out with him?” A smile bloomed on his tear stained face at the familiar nickname. 

     "Yeah yeah that’s- wait, is he outside right now?“

     "Yeah, he said he wanted to be able to talk with you without the others around so you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable so he just waited outside in my car. Which apparently isn’t good enough for him cause he’s complaining about it being cold.” You said with another giggle. “Alright, I’ll be back in just a moment.” With a quick pat on his knee you jumped up and jogged out the door, letting the wide smile you had been bottling up spread across your face. You had a small spring in your step as your brain ran wild with all the possible outcomes of Seungcheol’s confession. 

     Ever since Seungcheol started avoiding you (and long before that if you were being honest with yourself), you had started to rethink your feelings for the charming man. You had always found him attractive and couldn’t deny that the way he laughed made your heart flutter the tiniest bit but after Mingyu had confessed you had assumed those feelings would go away. Surprise surprise, they didn’t. When you had finally decided to bring it up to Mingyu a few days after the night you three had spent together, you were relieved to discover that he felt the same way. It had been a little awkward for a while but a quick google search let you know that you weren’t alone in these feelings. After sharing this information with your boyfriend you talked about what this could mean for your relationship, both of you coming to the conclusion that it was at least worth asking the other man to join you guys as a throuple. Of course right after this discovery was when Seungcheol started to ignore you. Hopefully now that you’d settled that issue you’d be able to bring it up.

    Mingyu saw the dopey smile on your face as you approached the car, giggling at the way you skipped to your side. The joyful sound was muffled as you pressed your lips to his the second you could reach them. A small giggle left your lips as you pulled away, seeing that your boyfriend now mirrored your expression.

     "What’s got you in such a good mood, what’d he say?“ You couldn’t help the squeal you let out as you excitedly tapped on Mingyu’s leg with both your hands in a drumroll type motion. You took a deep breath in to calm yourself down before telling him.

     "Okay okay so- long story short, he likes us! Both of us! ROMANTICALLY!” Mingyu’s jaw fell open as his eyes opened comically wide. 

     "NO WAY!“

     "YES WAY! He said that he was just confused about his feelings and didn’t know what to do so he started avoiding us!” Mingyu went slack in his seat, an overjoyed expression slowly taking over his dumbfounded one. Caught up in his emotions, all your giant puppy of a boyfriend could do was pepper your face with a million kisses. When the two of you finally calmed down, you looked each other in the eyes with so much love it would give any onlooker cavities. 

     "Are we really about to do this?“ You were almost certain that your face was gonna be sore tomorrow from how much you were smiling. 

     "I think we are.” You shared one last kiss before jogging walking to the practice room where Seungcheol was waiting.

     The longer you took, the more anxious Seungcheol grew. What if Mingyu wasn’t as accepting of these feelings? What if he starts to think Seungcheol will try to steal his girlfriend and start shielding him from you? The longer the leader sat in the quiet room with nothing but his thoughts, the more he started to regret telling you. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of the door practically flying off its hinges with how forcefully it was pushed open.

     "Sorry! Sorry I- I didn’t realize how hard I pushed it, heh.“ Seungcheol stared wide eyed at Mingyu as the boy sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, from the loud noise or the younger boy’s cuteness he couldn’t tell. After a few seconds of silence, Mingyu cleared his throat. "Sooo… is it true then? You like both of us?” Seungcheol tensed as the floor suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room.

     "Uh- y-yeah. That’s not too weird, is it? I don’t want things to get awkward because of this. I just-“ he took a deep breath, "I just want things to go back to normal now that I’ve gotten this off my chest.” There was a moment of silence.

     "…what if I don’t want it to go back to normal?“ Seungcheol was sure that his heart stopped at the younger’s confession, every worst possible scenario flooding his mind. He snapped his head up to see that Mingyu had seated himself directly in front of him while you were leaning on the door frame, a soft smile on both of your faces.

     "W-what?" 

     "Well~, we’ve been talking about this for a while now,” you started, pushing yourself from the doorframe to walk to where the boys were sitting, “and we were wondering, if you’re okay with it, if you would like to join our relationship. As our boyfriend.” Seungcheol sat there for a few seconds, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he processed your words. Suddenly a small, sad excuse for a laugh broke the silence.

     "You guys don’t have to do all this just to make me feel better. Seriously, I-I’ll be fine.“ You and Mingyu shared a look before he leaned closer, gently cupping the older boy’s face in his hands. 

     "Seungcheol, we’re serious. I really like you- we really like you, and we want you to be with us. You don’t have to right now if you still need time to sort through and understand your feelings, but we’ll be here whenever you’re ready.” Seeing the overflowing amount of love in the younger’s expression made tears well up in his eyes again. A small sob left him before almost tackling the boy in front of him, grabbing his face and kissing him as hard as he could. You laughed at Mingyu’s wide-eyed expression before he calmed down and started to return his kiss. They both had to catch their breath when they pulled apart, resting against each other’s foreheads as Mingyu laced his fingers with Seungcheol’s.

     "Soooo, I’m guessing that’s a yes?“ The leader chuckled, more tears flowing down his cheeks as he nodded his head. He was barely able to mutter a small "yes” before you tackled him in a kiss. A waterfall of giggles left him as you pulled him up so he was sitting in between you and Mingyu so the both of you could pepper his face in kisses. This had not been the outcome he had been expecting but he couldn’t be happier as he was showered with all the love he deserved from both of his partners.

Wonwoo boyfriend material

Mingyu - Boyfriend material

JiHan~

Kim Mingyu

I love them so much it hurts

Seventeen went off and I just-

✨700 followers celebration! ✨

I recently reached 700 followers and as a thank you, I decided to open drabble requests for seventeen, using this prompt list..

Rules:

• I’ll be using these prompts only for Seventeen.
• Send in the prompt number along withe the member of choice
• These requests are closing when I reach 20 requests.
• Ask here.

「♡◞₊ ⁺ ˖ask game to help w motivation˖ ⁺ ₊◞♡」

send me a trope and one person/character that I write for!! please go through my masterlist to have an idea of what kind of stuff I write<3 everything will be in hc form. i’ll be closing the ask game when I feel like it! you can also send multiple asks.

for eg:oikawa w enemies to lovers or vampire mingyu!

masterlist

( author’s comments )

I’ve been so out of it these days and I really want to get back into writing so I hope this can help with it! plus my exams have ended today and it’ll be so refreshing to just write ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

mingyu mafia au

masterlist | others; scoupsjundino

• “i’m terrified,” you tell mingyu and he can feel his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. he didn’t want you to be afraid but you were. and he didn’t know how to change your mind.
• “i–i’m sorry,” he sighs. “i didn’t mean for it to turn out like this.” it’s true. but mingyu should have been prepared, right? what was he expecting? that you’d still want him despite it all?
• “mingyu, I don’t blame you,” you comforted. “its just that this is a lot to take in because you know–guns and blood are out of the ordinary for civilians.”
• mingyu leans back on to the couch, he has nothing else to say. how much he wishes he could have changed his past and his ties to the mafia, if it meant being with you.
• he reminisces the first time he met you.
• you were waiting for a date in a restaurant,, it had been an hour and your third glass of wine before anyone showed up. and you were disappointed,, you had been talking to the guy for a month or two and he just stood you up like that,,
• you could hear the chatter of people,, especially the women at the bar, snickering at your sad state,,
• even if you told yourself it didn’t bother you,, it did.
• and just as you were about to get up to leave,, a tall stranger,, immediately took the seat in front of you.
• “apologies for the late arrival, ma’am,” he winks, as he flips open the menu.
• you’re confused. this is not the guy you had been texting. “wait sir, I think you’re mistake–”
• he leans a little close. “i’m mingyu,” he whispers. “just go with it.”
• and you did.
• you’ve known him ever since.
• but it’s only two months in and he’s telling you about this secret life of his. it was one thing liking someone but you were never one for danger. and one could only foresee the danger mingyu was bringing with him.
• “mingyu I love you,” you admit, snapping him out of his thoughts. It’s the first time he’s heard you confess it. and it sounds so divine coming from you.
• “but?” mingyu interrupts. he knows there’s something else.
• “but i’m scared,” you tell him. “and I don’t agree with this lifestyle of yours.”
• he gulps. of course, morals. how can he expect you to abandon yours?
• “i understand,” he mutters. “i’m not going to force you.”
• “thank you,” you sigh.
• “but I hope you know that I love you too and there is nothing that could change that,” mingyu says. it’s goodbye isn’t it?
• he doesn’t kiss you because he knows he’ll want to stay. he just merely picks up his jacket and leaves.
• he gets in his car and just sits there frozen, thinking about what just happened.
• does he want this? does he want to live this life without you? without your arms holding him? without your heart? without your laughter and your thousand watt smile? and the answer has never been clearer.
• and he finds his legs taking him back to your apartment,, knocking on the door,,
• you open the door,, tears sliding down your face
• and mingyu smashes his lips onto yours without caring,, he breaks the kiss only to growl, “to hell with the mafia,” as he goes back in to kiss you and it couldn’t have tasted better than this.
• you break the kiss, chests heaving up and down, gasping for air. and he cups your face in his hands. “i don’t have anything if I don’t have you.”

want to lay down in seungcheol’s lap while he sings to me,, feed him food when he’s feeling cold in the winter as he clings on to me for warmth,, want to take care of him by making him wear warm clothes, drying his hair after he takes a shower,, because he does so much for me,, want to hold his hand while we walk down the streets,, hear his laugh every time I crack a joke,, want him to play with my hands and call me pretty names,, want to play with his hair as he sleeps on my lap, want to hold him close while he tells me about his day and I tell him about him about mine,, want to kiss him so that he forgets he was ever hurting,, and when he asks why I choose to care for him,, I want to tell him on purpose,,, i care for him on purpose.

chan rival commanders au

masterlist

• you’ve seen bodies hit the ground with your sword, the shattered fragments of empires that believed they were eternal, all brought to their end by the ‘army of the dead’. the nickname given by the survivors of the wars you had fought under the name of the king. A
• you loved it. being the leader of the fifth battallion was a joy like no other. the soldiers under your command were no less than exemplary.
• but there was one thing you hated with all your might.
• lee chan. the commander of the first battalion. the one who abandoned you and left you for dead.
• you had met chan back when you were drafted. he was living in the same tent alongside you and many others. you had trained with him, shared food with him, but when you were lying on the ground, bleeding out, he left.
• he left you for dead.
• some other soldier had managed to get you out and you swore if you ever found lee chan alive, you’d kill him yourself.
• andoh, the anger you felt when you found out he became a commander too. you were seething in rage anytime you saw him in strategic meetings.
• but this wasn’t the concern right now.
• your soldiers had put faith in you but you had failed them,, once again, you found yourself staring at the face of death.
• your battalion was assigned to ambush another army, but the latter had easily overpowered you. and here you were, lying on a hill of god knows where, losing blood by the second.
• staring at the orange sky, would you have done this all over again? if it meant dying like this?
• you heard footsteps and horse hooves, behind you. clutching your sword tighter, you whipped your head in the direction of the noise.
• lee chan?? what was he doing here??
• “oh–thank god, you’re alive!” he breaths a sigh of relief.
• “what are you doing here?” you ask.
• “we were told your battallion was attacked so we immediately made way here, to check for the survivors,” he explained, as he propped you up. “i’m here to take you back to the camp but I think I should take care of your wound first.”
• “h–how many survived?” you manage to choke out, as you loosened your armor.
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “only five did and they’re all in a bad state.”
• your heart plunged into the depths of despair. how could you have let your people down? the ones that put faith in you? what would you tell their families?
• “let me die here,” you tell him.
• “what?”
• “let me die here,” you repeat. “i should be buried with them. I don’t have any reason to go back.”
• chan looks at you in disbelief. “are you insane? i’m not going to let you die here!”
• “that is not your decision to make,” you growl. “you left me to die once before, did you not?”
• “i was just trying to help–”
• “help?!” you repeat, on the verge of picking up your knife and beheading him. “you left me for dead!” you yell.
• chan tries to come up with a retort, but much to his dismay, the words don’t come out.
• you scoff. “you’re no commander but a man with a fragile ego who wanted all the glory for himself.”
• a heavy silence befalls the two of you,, what else could chan tell you? you wouldn’t believe him anyway,, he starts bandaging up your wound,,
• “but you didn’t die.” chan mutters.
• “and what if I had–huh?” you bark. “then what? would you have buried me with your conscience?”
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “i’d have bury m’self in that grave with you.”
• you scoff. “liar.”
• chan frowns. “look I know what I did was wrong but I was actually going to come back for you,” he explains. “i would never leave you to die because–”
• “because?”
• “because i’m so desperately in love with you!” he confesses,, his chest heaving up and down,, his brown eyes looking into yours,, as you feel your cheeks heating up,, his jaw tightens as he looks way,,
• but you find yourself acting on impulse,, pulling chan by the armour,, as your lips collide,, jolts of electricity shooting up your veins,, as the world melts behind the two of you, and you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs,,
• the two of you break the kiss,, gasping for air,, foreheads resting on each other’s,, cheeks dusted red,, maybe you didn’t hate him after all,,

Proud (k.sy)

genre: fluffy + some angst

pairing: Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung) x gn!reader

word count: ~980

summary: comfort and confrontation

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

Soonyoung snuggled closer to you, his head laying on your stomach as your fingers softly threaded through his silver locks, his light snores signaling that he had fallen asleep. You looked down at your boyfriend, a smile gracing your features, your heart drumming in your chest. He still managed to make your heart race despite the years you spent together.  

You continued to comb through his hair, thinking how peaceful he looked at this moment. Soonyoung had been busy with promotions for the comeback and his solo that the two of you rarely had time together. You let out a quiet sigh, not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy.

You grew to love Soonyoung. From his hardworking demeanor to accepting his stubbornness when insisting that he had to work harder. As much as you admired him for being able to take on so much and to come successful, you couldn’t help but worry about him from time to time.

Like Jihoon, he would push himself to give his all in everything that he did Soonyoung would continue fighting and struggling to get the best results out of the fear of failure; it’s this similarity that makes them so alike.

You shuddered at the thought of the small arguments the two of you had when he would push himself too hard. 

You would apologize not that long after, nonetheless. It wasn’t in your intention to stress Soonyoung more than he already was, and he knew that you were doing this because you were worried about his state. It brought the two of you to now, him relaxing in your arms. 

You lovingly stared at Soonyoung as you gently traced your fingers down his jaw.

You loved him so much. 

It wasn’t fair that he pushed himself so hard like this. You didn’t want him to burn out or to hurt himself in the process of doing something he loved. Even if it proved difficult to convince him to take a nap or even snuggle, it still scared you that he would continue pushing himself to his limit. 

You understood that he knew what he was doing and loved every second dancing, finding every second as an opportunity to improve. Yet Soonyoung tended to punish himself when things wouldn’t work out. Whether it be overtime in the studio or even in the gym, you would find him pushing himself until he couldn’t go anymore. 

You remembered opening the gym doors to drag Soonyoung home when he suddenly fell from the pull-up bar. You were about to run to him when he slowly pushed himself up, arms trembling from exhaustion, before punching the ground in frustration. You froze, watching his shoulders shake from where you were standing, his quiet sobs hurting you more than you could ever imagine. You remembered how painful it felt to see him in that state, and it didn’t take you that long to rush to his side to wipe away his tears and to take his sweaty body into your arms. 

Soonyoung stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up to the sound of your sniffling. It took him a few moments to process what was happening before pulling himself up to embrace you, your fingers gently clawing at the sweater he was wearing.

“What happened baby?” he whispered while stroking the back of your head, his voice a bit raspy from waking up. 

“I love you so much, you know that right?” you sniffled into his clothes. Even if it was unclear, he was still able to hear you, a smug grin creeping its way onto his face. Soonyoung giggled at you, pulling you from his tear-stained sweater to wipe your eyes. 

“You’re crying because you love me?” he teased, his hands coming up to squish your cheeks together; he found you adorable, his grin widening as he saw you pout in his hands.

“Yes, I am,” you pouted, your eyes sore from the tears. You pounced on Soonyoung, knocking him onto his back, burying your face into the crook of his neck, his arms snaking around your waist to keep you in place. The two of you relaxed against each other, allowing the peaceful silence to take over. 

“Please take care of yourself Soonyoung,” you mumbled into his neck, knowing he could hear you. 

Soonyoung sighed before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair, “I’m sorry Y/n,” he kissed the crown of your head, “I’ll try better for you.” 

You looked up at your boyfriend, pushing yourself up to kiss him. Soonyoung kissed back, his hand holding your cheek in place as your lips gently pressed against each other. When you pulled away, you nudged your forehead with his.

You gazed into his eyes, feeling heart race once more, “You are better, Tiger. You are enough,” Soonyoung’s breath got caught in his throat, “You’re enough for me, Soonyoung, and that’s more than I can ask for.” 

The two of you sat up again, “I love you so much, Soonyoung,” you caressed his cheek, “you’re everything that I could ask. I’m so proud of you baby,” You wiped the tears falling down his face.

“Your work isn’t going unnoticed, baby, and you’re working so hard. I’m in awe whenever I see you. You’re so bright and burning with creativity and passion,” you wiped another tear before cupping his face so his eyes would meet yours, “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself when things don’t go your way.” Soonyoung buried his face in your chest, his short hiccups muffled by your shirt. 

“Everything will work itself out Soonie, you’ve gotten so far and worked too hard for it to not to.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m so proud of you, baby,” you whispered to him, Soonyoung’s arms tightening around your waist, “I’m so proud.”

captivating - kim mingyu

mingyu x fem!reader

warnings: this is suggestive, like idk what warnings to put but it’s also sickeningly sweet

mingyu doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at you for, he’s been here a while since he turned up early at your house to pick you up for your date that you weren’t quite ready for.

you prompted him to keep himself busy while you quickly put your makeup on and make yourself a bit more presentable, sure you were slightly embarrassed after the gorgeous man you had started seeing showed up at your door while you were half ready. however it would’ve been rude to make him wait outside, so mingyu takes the opportunity to wait on your bed patiently, making the odd conversation here and there.

he watches you open the lid to your lipstick, twisting the bottom to get the colour to peek out the edge of the packaging. mingyu was never all too fussed with the makeup stuff, though he must admit it was quite endearing to watch what you do.

watching you finish applying the colour onto your lips, he tilts his head slightly as he sees your eyes scan over your own face in the reflection of your mirror before running your fingers through your own hair. you were too gorgeous for your own good, he can’t help but to be captivated by you.

“what are you staring at?” you giggle looking at him through the mirror, he’s sat relaxed on your bed and seeing him to comfortable in your home makes your heart jump a little bit. you noticed him looking at you the whole time even though you tried to ignore it so you didn’t make a complete fool out of yourself.

“you.” his answer was short and simple but it was truthful, you were expecting him to give you a teasing comment back, he was quite the funny one when he wanted to be. something different seemed to be in the air today, it wasn’t filled with tension but you definitely felt warm.

“oh be quiet.” you giggle shyly before throwing all of the makeup items you had used into your bag trying to ignore how you could still see his eyes burning holes into you back. mingyu wasn’t shy, you knew that from your very first date when he grabbed your hand and kissed it before saying you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

he didn’t need to always say words to make you feel all warm inside, sometimes the way he was lean across the table and listen intently to whatever you said was enough to get you blushing. he was attentive, and such a good listener making sure to catch every word that comes out of your pretty lips.

this was the first time either one of you have seen each other outside of a date setting, you had no intention of him seeing the inside of your place any time soon, you had only been on four dates. part of you is relieved that he followed you straight to your bedroom as that is the only place that is somewhat tidy.

after trying to clean your dresser as best you could, you push your chair back and stand up. you’re about to ask your date if he’s ready to leave but he’s sat with his legs spread, arms on either side of his body were resting on the bed behind him and the words get stuck in your throat.

“can you come here?” he asks you politely, so you obey nervously. waking across the short distance you’re about to sit on the space next to him on the bed. mingyu had other plans, when he softly places his hand on your thigh, pulling you over so that you were sat on his lap.

you breath hitches when the smell of his cologne invades all of your senses, his warm hands on your bare thighs causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. your dress rides up from the position you’re sat in but you can’t bring yourself to care when his face is millimetres from yours.

you want to speak, but your mouth is unable to open, the tension in the air suddenly became so thick you were sure that was what was gluing your mouth shut. mingyu had always been a gentleman, after your first two dates he would kiss your cheek after promising you he would call you when he got home, always keeping his promise.

although on the last date you both went on, as you both stood outside the restaurant about to part from each other he can’t seem to just let you go so easily. he asked you ever so politely if he could kiss you, to which you only nodded your head.

it was soft, so gentle the way he held your face in his much larger hands. it wasn’t long, only a small kiss but it was one where you struggled to let him go afterwards, wanting to pull him back in and kiss those pretty lips again. however he was pulling back, trying to be a gentleman and respecting your space after you just told him you grew nervous easily.

“you look so pretty.” he had his one hand placed on your thigh and his other hand brushing your hair out of your face before letting his fingertips stroke down your face. his hands were warm and you were scared you were going to do something embarrassing “such a pretty girl”

“so are you.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, clearly embarrassed from your comment, you had no idea why you said that, you were so stupid. mingyu laughs slightly and it eases your nerves when he places both hands on your hips and looks at you with a soft smile.

“can i kiss you?” he asks you, once again being so polite and you can’t help but get scared again. you were sure this kiss wasn’t going to be a quick one like you got from the last date and you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself by doing something wrong.

“..but my lipstick.” you laugh slightly and you see him tilt his head to the side, eyes narrowing slightly trying to read your mind. you were sat on his lap, hands resting on his shoulders, not caring about his wandering hands and get you still don’t want to kiss him?

“please don’t deny me from kissing you.” there was something about the way he said it that made you instantly fall under the spell of his gaze, letting your lips find his. he was gentle and sweet, kissing you lightly while his hands stayed in the firm position on your hips. he had no intention of keeping this going, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but when you grind your hips against him, it almost beats away at the gentleman imagine he has going on.

he pulls away from you and you’re worried that you have done something wrong or made him uncomfortable so you let a string of apologies leave your lips as your face becomes flushed. about to pull yourself from his lap but his hands tighten against you and you’re stuck in place.

“why are you apologising?” he asks you genuinely confused, you only grow more embarrassed at thought of having to explain yourself to him.

“i took it too far.” you mumble, referring to pushing against him but the smile on his lips makes you both infuriated and turned on at the same time.

“in my opinion…” he starts off eyes quickly flickering to your chest, before your lips, then to your eyes “…you haven’t taken it far enough.” and with that he’s kissing you again, but with more urgency this time, finally letting his hands touch all over your body and now he’s the one pushing you against his crotch.

when a small gasp leaves his lips from the feeling you lose all sense of self control.

maybe your dinner reservations will have to wait a while.