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Jeonghan: Seungkwan, no!

Seungkwan: *minding his own business* What did I do?

Jeonghan: Force of habit, sorry… Hoshi, no!

Seungkwan: Sorry for intruding!

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

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Anon asked: Can I request a Seventeen reaction? I just got approved for my brain surgery and I’m legit freaking out so I oughtta ask how my boys would react to that?? Please and Thank you!!  -MedicalAnon

Okay, first things first, congrats on getting approved for surgery, I’m sure its a pretty important one. I will have you in my thoughts until you get the opportunity to give us a little update. I’m sure everything is going to be okay and I get why you’re nervous and all, but just try to think as many positive thoughts as you can, love

Also, I feel like they would all have very similar reactions and I don’t want this to get overly repetitive and boring, so I’m just gonna do like a shorter version of a reaction if that’s okay.

I really hope you like this

*Sidenote, I am so sorry that this hasn’t been posted. I know that I said it was queued, but my phone would not let me post or do anything  for some reason, so I had to wait until I had wifi again. I’m so so so sorry.*

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Would panic and freak out with you (being no help at all):

Jeonghan

Wonwoo

Dino

Would try and reassure you that everything will be okay:

Seungkwan

Minghao

Jun

Would be too shocked to anything at all:

Joshua

Mingyu

Would not understand the importance/scariness of the situation at all:

Woozi

DK

Would do all of the above:

Hoshi

Vernon

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Type: Fluff.

Pairing: Hoshi x Reader

Word Count: approximately 1,500

“Hey, Y/N, can you come down to the dorm? Hoshi hurt himself during rehearsal today and we’re not sure if it’s a serious enough injury that needs to be taken care of at a hospital.” Seungcheol called your cell phone in the middle of you stuffing your face with your favorite ice cream. It was your first day off in almost a month and you were trying to make the most of it.

“I can, but why isn’t your manager calling me? You’re supposed to tell your manager and then he calls me.”

You were Seventeen’s personal nurse. After Wonwoo’s time in the hospital, the company thought it would be beneficial for the boys if they had a nurse a personal nurse. That way, in the event of injury or illness, they can still attend some parts of rehearsal.

“All of our staff is in a meeting. We weren’t even scheduled for a rehearsal, but you know Hosh; he always pushes himself.”

“Alright. I’ll be there in-“ you looked at the time and then looked down at your stained pajama shirt, “about 20 minutes. Tell Hoshi to hang tight.”

“Aye, aye, captain!” You heard a faint voice in the background that you could only assume came from Soonyoung.

Roughly five minutes earlier than expected, you were standing in the open doorway of the infamous Seventeen dorm.

“Doctor Y/N is here to heal you, hyung” Mingyu called out to Hoshi as he leads you to the spot he was occupying on the couch.

“I’m not a doctor yet, you know.” You walked over to Soonyoung and immediately noticed the ball on the side of his ankle.

“I’m guessing you hurt your foot?” You gestured to his legs, which were being propped up by a mountain of pillows.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Hoshi marveled at your intuitiveness.

“Lucky guess.” You kneeled on the floor beside Hoshi’s couch and began examining the area. There was already some slight discoloration.

“I’m going to touch your ankle at different points and I need you to tell me how painful these points are using a scale of one to five. One is little to no pain and five would be very painful, okay?”  Soonyoung nodded.

You pressed lightly on Hoshi’s inner ankle and worked your way around to the outer ankle. The closer you got to the ball on Hoshi’s ankle, the more pain he felt.

“Alright, you’re definitely sprained. Can you walk at all?’

“Kind of,” Hoshi mumbled

“Kind of? You can barely walk! Jun and I had to practically carry you up the stairs.” Minghao had just entered the kitchen adjacent the living room.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N, he just wants to seem tough in front of you.” Minghao continued

A light blush crept up on both your and Soonyoung’s face.

You ignored Minghao’s comment and addressed Hoshi directly.

“Hoshi, all I can I really prescribe you is pain killers, ice treatment, and rest. You need to stay off your foot as much as possible for at least 2 weeks.”

Hoshi demeanor immediately shifted from one of ease to severe distress.

“I’m really sorry about this, Hosh, but don’t worry; I’ll be here every day to take care of you and keep your mind off of your injury. Is that okay?”

Soonyoung’s mood was instantly lifted.

“Thanks, Y/N, I really appreciate this.”

For the next two weeks, you were Hoshi’s personal bedside nurse. Every day, you planned activities for him to do to distract him from the fact that he was unable to attend schedules and half of the rehearsals. One day you stole every pillow and blanket from the entire dorm and made a cozy little wonderland for you and Soonyoung in the living room. Another time, Hoshi sat on a stool in the kitchen and was the camera man for your new impromptu Chopped-esque cooking show, which Hoshi was your one and only viewer. Now, you and Hoshi were browsing twitter and talking to some of the fans.

A good portion of the posts was mainly “Oppa say hello to me!!11!” or “Hoshi I love you ♡X♡X”

“What about this one?” You pointed to the tweet that read: I think Hoshi would look really good with beauty makeup :)

“No. No way am I putting on that much makeup.”

Two minutes later, Hoshi was seated on the couch. You were seated on the armrest facing perpendicular Hoshi with your legs arching over his lap. Seated next to his lap was your small bag filled with basic essentials. After applying foundation, you began to lightly blend a warm neutral brown in the crease of Soonyoung’s eye.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Hoshi huffed.

“You know you can’t resist these charms. I always get whatever I want.” You playfully stuck your tongue out at Hoshi. He chuckled in reply. You continued working on Hoshi’s makeup but didn’t get very far when you suddenly felt something brush against the underside of your knee.  You nearly jumped out of your seat.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was just grabbing a loose string from your shorts. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me, I’m just super ticklish is all.”

“How ticklish is super ticklish?”

“On a scale of one ten, I’m probably at 100.”

“Really?” A mischievous smile blossomed onto Soonyoung’s face

“Don’t get any ideas~” before you could finish your sentence, Hoshi began mercilessly tickling you.

You were no match for Hoshi’s expert moves. You wiggled and squirmed every time Hoshi so much as breathed on you.

“Stop!” You wheezed. “I can’t— breathe— Hosh— please!”

You ended up falling off of the armrest and straight into Hoshi’s lap. Falling onto Hoshi is what ended the tickle attack. It wasn’t until you caught your breath did you realize how close you were to Hoshi. Your next thought was: he is so beautiful.

“Y/N,” Soonyoung whispered while looking at your lips.

“Don’t give me that look. I don’t know what I’ll do if you keep looking at me like that.”

“I was just thinking… what would happen if I kiss you?”

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. It is unclear who began to move first, all you know is Hoshi’s lips were millimeters, yet worlds away, from yours. Suddenly, the dream was shattered by the sound of a door unlocking.

“Hoshi, Nurse Y/N, we’re home!” Seungcheol called out as the other 12 members of Seventeen entered the dorm. You sprang up out of Hoshi’s lap and attempted to gain your composure.

“What have you guys been up— are you alright? Your faces are bright red,” Joshua asked with concern in his voice.

“We’re fine!” You and Soonyoung shouted simultaneously, which only deepened your scarlet cheeks.

“Hyung, what’s on your face?” Dino attempted to hide the amusement in his voice.

Hoshi glared at you, he cheeks still cherry red.

“A fan wanted to see Hoshi in full beauty makeup,” you muttered.

“Oh. Well, don’t let us stop you.” The heard of boys quickly dispersed into their rooms.

You immediately began removing your work from Soonyoung’s face. When you finished, the spell that was on the two of you earlier reappeared.  Hoshi, fearing that one of the members would walk in and ruin the moment again, planted a quick kiss on your lips.

“You call that a kiss?” Before Hoshi could reply, you cradled his face and gave him a real, deep kiss.

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Description: After finding out some unpleasant news about your best friend’s partner, you try to tell your best friend about it but they won’t listen. But Seungkwan does. He listens to you spill out your frustrations and in the process, a few other things spill out.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Angst, Fluff (Mainly), Roommate!Seungkwan x Gen.Neu!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k

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You slam the front door shut and storm straight into your room. The loud slam of your bedroom door surprises Seungkwan cause you’ve never slammed your room that hard. Ever. And he’s lived with you for almost a whole year now.

While you hurl mumbled curses at your ‘so-called’ best friend, Seungkwan cautiously crosses the living room that separates your bedrooms. He wonders what would have caused you to slam your door with that amount of force while you curse the human being you thought was your closest and dearest friend for being so ignorant and not trusting your judgement.

A burst of frustrated anger surges through your body and you grab a pillow off your bed, chucking it at your closed door. On the other side, Seungkwan’s eyes widen as he hears the pillow smoosh hollow-ly against the wood door.

He knocks and you barely hear it through the pounding in your ears.

“What?” You ask, yanking the door open with such force it leaves Seungkwan stunned for a second.

“Are you okay?” He asks, lowering his hand. You catch a glimmer of concern but pass it off as roommate level concern.

You sigh and lean against the door while reminding yourself that this is Seungkwan and not that poor excuse for a loyal friend. “Just frustrated. Very, very, very frustrated.” You add for emphasis.

Seungkwan puckers his lips together, “Want to talk about it?”

“Would it help?” You scoff and roll your eyes, thinking that talking really wouldn’t help.

“It might.” Seungkwan shrugs and tilts his to the side. “You never know.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek cause you never really discussed deep, private issues like this with Seungkwan. Yes, you’ve lived together but you usually went to your best friend with those kinds of issues.

But you are not currently talking to that person and Seungkwan is willing to listen.

Standing up straight, you walk back into your room and sigh.

“It’s my best friend.” You exhale and plop onto your bed.

“The one you’ve known since like 8th grade?” Seungkwan clarifies and pulls out your desk chair to sit in.

You nod, “That one.” Crossing your legs on the bed, you dive into the whole situation. “So, they recently started dating someone and you know, I met them a few times and every time I did, I got a weird feeling from them. Well, turns out my feeling was right. Two days ago, I was out and I somehow ended up behind said person though I didn’t know it at first. But then they start talking about my best friend and how ridiculous the whole relationship is and they’re only staying in the relationship because my best friend keeps buying them expensive gifts.”

“No…” Seungkwan gasps, completely intrigued in the story.

“Oh yeah. And they even called my best friend ugly.” You nod, getting riled up, “So, you know, I’m all 'what the fuck.’ And I go meet up with my best friend cause they gotta know this shit. I explain everything and tell them that they need to get out because this person is crazy. But they didn’t listen.” You slam your hands down on the bench.

“They even got angry at me for not supporting them in the relationship.” You continue while Seungkwan listens intently, “Using the whole 'if I’m happy, you should be happy’ bullshit. I nearly laughed my head off because how could someone be happy in a relationship where the other person doesn’t even find them attractive? And they’re being used solely for material gain.”

“So what did you do?” Seungkwan wonders.

“I argued with them because god dang it, I was going to make them see that I was right.” You state because that’s honestly what you did. You catch Seungkwan stifling a laugh and you narrow your eyes slightly, ignoring the flutter of your heart. “What?”

He quickly shakes his head but still answers your question, “You went from 'fuck’ and 'bullshit’ to a tame 'god dang it’ and I found it cute… But this conversation isn’t about what I think… Continue.” He corrects himself and presses his lips together to keep himself from saying anything more. Internally you pout at him because how dare he think you are cute when you’re ranting about something that upsets you. But at the same time you recognize that you also find him cute when he comes home frustrated about his group projects that have gone askew.

“Well, they wouldn’t listen to me so I kept arguing with them and they still didn’t believe me.” You follow Seungkwan’s instructions and recall the rest of the events, “They started calling me a liar and throwing really nasty comments at me like how I could even dare to question them and how I didn’t trust them enough to find love and all this crap. I honestly have never seen them so mad at anyone. And of course, it had to be at me.” You shake your head, partly because of the irony and partly because of the nature of the whole situation. “After a little bit of their ignorant, stubborn rant, I said enough and walked out.”

“Right back here and slamming never-before-slammed doors in the process.” Seungkwan finishes for you.

You give a tiny chuckle, “Did I scare you?”

“Not scare. It more startled me because it was so out of the ordinary.” He corrects you.

“Sorry.” You give an apologetic smile and realize that talking to Seungkwan did relieve some of the frustration.

“Don’t be.” He waves his hands out in front of him, “I would’ve done the same thing. If my friend, who was supposed to be my best friend, didn’t trust me enough to even question the motives of the person they’re dating, then, I too would fight to try and make them see.” He leans his head against his hand and rests his elbow on the chair arm. “I think it’s really cool of you to tell them about their so-called partner. I’ll just add it to the list of thing I find cool about you.” Seungkwan mumbles like a side note and you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. In the two seconds of silence that followed, Seungkwan realized that he said the last bit out loud and freezes. A warm blush rises to his cheeks and he does everything to avoid eye contact with you.

“I said that out loud…” He states quietly and cringes at himself.

“Kind of…” You answer though he didn’t state it as a question.

Seungkwan clears his throat, “Well, you know, it’s for when people ask me why I keep deciding to live with you. You know the obligatory list of things you like about your roommate… As a roommate.” He rambles on.

You smile sheepishly, knowing he’s trying to cover up his tracks. “Right, that list.”

He nods his head slowly, the atmosphere turning a little awkward. “Are, uh are you feeling a little better?” He asks, switching the topic before the mood can turn more awkward.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m feeling better. Thanks for listening.” You tell him.

“Of course, anytime.” Seungkwan says and bats his hand at you.

You chuckle at his response and decide to act on your feelings. “Then how about you let me treat you to dinner someday as a thank you?”

“You really don’t have to do that.” He shakes his head, “Honestly, I really don’t mind talking with you.”

“But I kind of wanted to start my own list. The list of things I read off of when someone asks me why I like my date?” You elaborate and Seungkwan freezes with eyes wide.

“So dinner would be a date…” He trails off in shock. “And we’d be going on this date together.”

You smile and nod, confirming his guesses. Then Seungkwan’s face breaks out into the brightest smile.

“Fuck yeah.” He exclaims. “But you’re not paying. First date, I pay.”

You hold your hands up in surrender, “I was kind of hoping you’d pay.” You giggle.

Seungkwan’s chest feels like it’s going to explode just from hearing your giggle. He’s been head over heels for you for months and now knowing that you also like him in that way has his heart doing acrobat level flips inside of him.

“How about tonight?” He asks, looking at your bedside clock. “We’ve got a couple hours to get ready.”

“Tonight sounds great.” You respond, “But next time, I pay.”

“Yeah, okay.” Seungkwan chuckles and walks out of your room with a silly smile on his face and the thought that he was probably going to have to fight to pay the next time.

Hell, he’d pay for every dinner if he was dining with you.

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if this is the first post of this series that you see.
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death
Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader
Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent)
Word Count: Ending A - 5k / Ending B - 4.8k

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Jiwoo stands next to me, a file open in his hands and a pen in mine. The bare tree watching silently as we go about our lives while it stays where it is, unmoving.

“Sign here.” Jiwoo points to a blank space on the piece of paper and I dutifully sign my name, “And here.” He adds, flipping to another page, and I sign there too.

“Why do we have so many forms?” I rhetorically ask him, capping the pen in hopes that I don’t have to sign anymore.

“There’s one more.” Jiwoo mentions and pulls a file from underneath the one that was just opened, “And I honestly have no idea. You should ask that to the other business people. Yeah, right there.” He answers my unspoken question as my hand hovers over an empty line.

“Are you giving them your autograph?” Mun Hee asks, peeking over my shoulder.

I cap the pen again, “I wish it were that. But no.”

Mun Hee straightens up and broadens his shoulders, “I still don’t understand why the human people need so many signing things.”

“Even the human people don’t understand it.” Jiwoo comments, closing both files.

“Then why do they do it so much?” Mun Hee asks incredulously as I stand from my chair in the garden.

Jiwoo physically turns Mun Hee’s shoulders so he’s facing the way out, “Stop asking me difficult questions, please. I think my brain might explode.” Jiwoo rubs his temple and we begin the walk to join the rest of the bustling hotel.

“But it’s just a question?” Mun Hee wonders with a child like innocence.

I place a hand on his shoulder cause Jiwoo looks like he’s about to blow his top. “A very complicated question for humans to answer.” I explain hoping that will deter his curiosity.

Mun Hee nods his head then an idea pops into his head. I can tell cause his eyes brighten, “Then you can answer it!” He says excitedly. “You’re technically not a human so you know the answer.”

My mouth drops open, unsure of how to answer him because his question threw me off so much. Mun Hee continues to gaze at me with anticipated excitement. I try to glance towards Jiwoo for saving but he’s a few steps ahead of us.

“You think I could answer the human world’s questions?” I throw a question back at him, “I’ve been stuck here and technically I’m sort of human.”

Mun Hee puckers his lips in disappointment. “I guess I’ll never know the answer.”

“It’s been unanswered in the human world for hundreds of years.” Jiwoo comments, throwing a look back at us.

We exit the hallway and enter the lobby that is packed with guests chatting happily with each other while tables and tables of food and drinks line the walls.

I stop in my tracks, surprised to see the festivities, “When did this get here?” I ask Jiwoo who looks just as shocked.

“No idea, it was empty when I was here.” Jiwoo answers and nods politely to a few guests as they pass by.

“Is it a party?” Mun Hee asks, “What are we celebrating?”

Yong and Soon Bok spot us and wave us over. The three of us make our way over, still taking in the happy atmosphere.

“What happened?” Mun Hee asks as I grab a small pastry from the table we’re standing by.

“It just kind of showed up.” Yong shrugs, “Then guests starting gathering and now we’re here.”

Seeing Soon Bok, I’m reminded of something, “Did you at least get Seungkwan settled into his room before?” I ask and my lips feel weird saying his name after all these years.

Soon Bok nods, “I was returning from his room when this all appeared.”

“Which room is he in?” I ask her, letting my ears soak in the noise of the gathered guests.

“161.” Soon Bok tells me, “And he’ll be here for 13 days.”

“13?” I repeat the number and she nods, “Gods must’ve liked him.” I comment with a sigh.

“It must be the Gods, right?” Jiwoo asks and turns to examine the table, carefully looking for ones his human body cannot eat.

“Must be.” Yong nods in agreement, “Otherwise how else could this have shown up so quickly.”

“I wonder what we’re celebrating.” Soon Bok giggles, “Must be something big for the Gods to send so much food.”

“Or it’s cause our hotel’s at full capacity.” Mun Hee suggests.

“How can our hotel be at full capacity?” Jiwoo lightly hits Mun Hee’s shoulder, “If we need more rooms, the Gods always add more so we can cater to every soul that walks through our door.”

“Maybe they know something that we don’t?” Soon Bok suggests.

“Oh, don’t say that.” Yong says and shakes her head slightly, “I don’t want to think about what kind of accident that would be.”

I cross my arms over my chest, “There’s not going to be an accident.” I say to settle their fears, “I would’ve seen the signs but I haven’t seen any.”

All four let out a sigh of relief and a chuckle.

“Let’s just enjoy the party then.” Jiwoo smiles and hands Mun Hee a drink.

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and turn my head to see better. I’m ready to face the danger but it turns out to be a hotel employee approaching us with a tray in his hand. A flute of champagne stands tall and a folded card sits next to it.

“Ms. (y/l/n).” The employee stops in front of me and bows enough to show respect but not enough to knock the tray over. “I was instructed told this is for you.” They say when they raise back to full height.

With a smile, I grab the champagne flute with one hand and pick up the card with the other.

“Who’s it from?” Yong asks.

The employee shrugs, “It was sitting in the galley and I assumed it needed to go out.”

My name sits on the front of the card in complex calligraphy. Sparkles of silver mix and blend with the dark black ink. I flip open the card and the smile on my face vanishes from my face. Dropping the champagne flute, I grip the card with both hands and a sickening feeling grows in the pit of my stomach. With a wave of anger, I freeze the air around me and the champagne flute stops falling, the liquid suspended in the air.

“1547 years. Don’t forget.” The inside of the card reads in simple block letters.

I can feel Yong, Soon Bok, Mun Hee, and Jiwoo staring at me but I’m stuck in a whirlwind of bitter hurt and boiling anger. My grip on the card tightens and the paper wrinkles under my touch. When the card is completely crumpled up into my fist, I let time continue forward and the champagne flute shatters against the floor with a loud crash. But I know when I look down, there will be no evidence that the flute or the liquid inside it ever existed.

“Who is it from?” Mun Hee asks cautiously while Jiwoo looks at the spot where shattered glass and spilled champagne should’ve been.

I glare out across the lobby and the guests who are enjoying the food and drinks that were set out to mock me. “The Gods.” I say through clenched teeth.

“What did the card say?” Yong softly asks.

I take in a deep breath, “They threw the party to remind me how many years it’s been.”

Mun Hee slaps a hand over his mouth and Jiwoo’s jaw drops the literally the floor while Yong and Soon Bok press their lips in a tight line.

With the card still in my fist, I walk away from the lobby with my hands behind my back. I fight the urge to burn all the tables meant to celebrate my long punishment that my guests are full heartedly enjoying.

Standing in the elevator, I watch the guests smile and chat with each other as the doors close. With the elevator doors fully closed, sealing me away, I let the anger burn through my hands and scorch the card in my hand. I feel the card disintegrate against my skin and when I’m satisfied that I’ve burned it to ashes, I open my hands and let the black pieces float to the floor.

The Gods hadn’t thrown a celebration for this anniversary in hundreds of years but they decide to do it now.

“Assholes.” I growl and clench my hands into fists.

I make my way out of the elevator and towards my office. Pushing both doors open with both hands, I walk over to the window and stare out at the sky. I find the moon sitting high and proud in the sky.

I tsk at the bright moon, “How could I forget when I have you to remind me every single day?” I ask the moon but it just stares back at me in silence.

~The Thirteenth Day~

“You’re really not going to go to her funeral?” Yong asks me as I lay in bed with the covers pulled over my head.

“I’m really not.” I answer her in a bored tone.

“The family would be happy to see you.” Yong tries to reason with me.

“Yong… I said I wasn’t going.” I reiterate and stare her down.

“But she was you-”

“I know what she was.” I sit up and stare at her. “But if I go, I’m pretty sure he’ll be there and I can’t risk running into him.”

“Soon Bok and I can go with you.” Yong continues her attempts to get me to go.

I shake my head, “I cannot go. No matter how much I want to. I can’t risk running into him.”

Yong bows her head in defeat and walks out of my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The date is circled in my calendar on the wall and two words fill the square, “Chaewon’s Funeral.”

The memory plays in my head as my gaze hovers over the small calendar on my desk. Chaewon was the human manager here when I met Seungkwan. Actually, she was the reason I met Seungkwan in the first place. The two were friends in college and when Chaewon graduated, she came to work for me. One day, while she and I were out in the city, we happened to run into Seungkwan. And the story unfolded from there.

“What are you thinking about?” Yong asks, walking into my office.“

"Chaewon.” I tell her with a soft smile. Chaewon was one of the few females we got from Jiwoo’s family line. Only because Jiwoo’s family had a knack for having their eldest child be male and the deal was for the eldest child. So being one of the few females, Chaewon got along with Yong and Soon Bok very well. They all became very attached to each other. We all did.

Yong smiles for a second as her own memories play in her mind then changes into work mode. “We had a lot of elderly check in a few hours ago.” She sets down the list of new guests. “17 in total and I have Jiwoo helping Soon Bok.”

I look over the list and frown at one of the names, “Isn’t that the lady who owned the bakery on 5th street?” I wonder, pointing at a name.

Yong reads the name, “Oh, it is.”

“Maybe she’ll share her recipes with our chefs.” I wiggle my eyebrows and Yong chuckles.

“This is the monthly report on our services and the areas that we need to improve on.” Yong sets down another file as I set aside the first one.

“Anything major in the improvement area?” I ask, not opening the file.

“Only cleanliness.” Yong says and I scoff.

“The Gods want this place to be free of even the tiniest speck of dust.” I lean back in my chair, “That’s too much work for the staff.” I wave a hand telling her to dismiss the notion and she nods in understanding.

“The lunch for the esteemed guests went smoothly.” Yong continues on with her list of things to tell me, “They wanted me to give their thanks to you.”

I nod once, “Good, I’m glad it went well.” But on the inside, annoyance stirs. ‘Esteemed guests’ is what they decide to call themselves? What, because they were rich in the human world means they can be rich in my hotel?

I scoff and roll my eyes, “Do they want anything else?” I ask with a fake generosity.

Yong shakes her head, “Not that I know of right now.”

“Thank the lord.” I throw my hands up and let them fall back down, “That lunch was hard enough to figure out.”

Yong chuckles softly.

“You know,” Mun Hee says and enters my office without even a knock, causing me to sit up. “I think Seungkwan might have a new best friend.”

Yong and I stare at Mun Hee in silence. Yong because Mun Hee just walked into my office without knocking and me because he mentioned Seungkwan.

“I passed by Jiwoo and Seungkwan in the halls and they were talking up a storm.” Mun Hee explains like he did nothing out of the ordinary, “Like they were talking like they’d been friends for years.”

I let a small smile form on my lips, “Chaewon.” I mutter the reason why Seungkwan is able to talk to Jiwoo so easily.

“Oh, they were on their way to the garden.” Mun Hee adds on.

“He’ll be waiting for you.” Yong turns to me and bows before heading towards the doors. “Next time start with that!” Yong says lowly and hits his shoulder once, “And next time, knock for goodness sake.” She pushes him out the door while Mun Hee does his best to protect himself from the onslaught Yong is raining down on him.

I chuckle and pick myself up out of my desk chair. Without a second thought about the new files on my desk, I walk out of my office and straight to the garden where Seungkwan waits.

When I reach the garden, Jiwoo is gone and Seungkwan is examining the walls and windows of my enclosed garden.

He glances over at me when I enter and smiles warmly. I return the smile and move to stand next to him as he examines the ornate wall designs.

“They never teach this in any textbook.” Seungkwan says and his hand runs over the wall. He lets his fingertips fall into the crooks and curves.

“No one ever lives to put it in a textbook.” I respond.

“Jiwoo could.” Seungkwan points out. “Or any of his family.”

“They know not to do that.” I tell him, “And their memories of this place are erased after they are done working for me.”

“That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” Seungkwan looks at me with concern.

I chuckle, “All it takes is a good night’s sleep. We don’t put them into a machine or make then drink some awful potion.”

“But still, there’s this whole world and they don’t get to remember it?” Seungkwan gestures to the structure we’re under.

I follow his movements upwards and stare at the ceiling. “There are better things to remember than this hotel.”

“I would want to remember this.” Seungkwan says definitively.

“Some do but at the end of the day, forgetting this place is to protect them from the human world and its assumptions.” I say with a sigh, remembering the few humans who tried to remember but ultimately failed.

“Did Chaewon try to remember?” Seungkwan asks softly.

I shake my head and lower my gaze to the bare tree, “No, she understood why she had to forget. She was always like that. So understanding about everything that went on around here.”

“Sounds like her.” Seungkwan says, “She was like that in college too. Tried to understand and help everyone.”

I smile in agreement and sit on the bench expecting Seungkwan to follow but he stays standing.

“You never went to her funeral, did you?” He asks softly, like he’s afraid of the answer.

I press my lips together, having hoped that he wouldn’t ask that. “No, I didn’t go.” I answer him honestly. “I visited her grave after but I didn’t go to the funeral.”

“Why not?” Seungkwan questions and turns to face me, his hands secure in his pockets.

I take a deep breath in and contemplate how to answer him. “I couldn’t risk running into you.” I decide to give him the honest truth.

“Me?” Seungkwan steps closer, “You didn’t go because of me?”

“Well, not specifically you, but I couldn’t return or reenter a love’s life after I was told to leave.” I explain, “It’s one of the rules.”

“Now that’s harsh.” Seungkwan sits down next to me and grabs my hand in his. I stay silent as he intertwines his fingers with mine and pats the top of my hand with his other. “I almost didn’t go.”

I look at him in shock, “Almost?” I question his choice of words.

Seungkwan gives me  a soft smile, “Yeah, almost.” He takes in a big breath, “I was kind of afraid I was going to run into you after all those years. I didn’t know what I would I do if I saw you so I wondered if I should even go.”

“But you went.” I finish for him.

Seungkwan nods, “But I decided I needed to go because Chaewon was my life long friend. I had to go. Plus my wife threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn’t go.” He chuckles.

“Your wife?” I ask, feeling the stab of hurt but it’s quickly washed away by the relief that he found someone after I left.

Seungkwan pauses as if he’s said something he shouldn’t have. “Uh, yeah, my wife.” He repeats slowly.

I use a smile to cover up the stab of pain in my chest, “I’m glad.” I say then quickly correct myself, “That you got a wife. Not that she threatened to kick you out. What was she like?”

“You really want to know that?” Seungkwan asks, surprise evident on his face.

I nod, “I do.” I say then smirk, “What? Did you think I wouldn’t because you and I were in a relationship?” I question. He nods sheepishly which makes me laugh, “Seungkwan,” I rest a hand on his shoulder, “Yes, it hurt to leave you and I never wanted to. But I knew that you deserved someone who would stay by your side. So I’m happy you found someone. Genuinely happy.”

“You are?” Seungkwan inquires, not fully believing me.

I shove his shoulder and he chuckles, “Yes, I am. Seriously. I may be a cursed soul punished for committing the worst crime a reaper can but I still have a heart.”

Seungkwan holds up his hands in surrender. “Alright, I believe you.” He lowers his hands, “She was amazing. Kept me in line while also pushing my to expand my boundaries. We didn’t really travel much with me teaching through the school year and then some summer seminars and all. But we had fun, she and I. We made our own chaos.”

“Oh dear god,” I smile widely, “I hope that chaos didn’t include going to jail.” I joke.

“No, never, otherwise my tenure would have been shot to hell.” Seungkwan chuckles and I laugh along.

“What else did you do in your life?” I ask, curious about his life.

“Well,” Seungkwan settles back and rests an arm across my shoulders, “I went on to become to the most beloved professor at my university.”

I smack his joke, “I’m being serious.”

Seungkwan rubs the area I hit, “I am being serious.” He giggles, “I always had a waiting list of almost a hundred students every semester for my classes.”

“Which ones?” i ask, knowing that when we were together, he taught an array of different classes.

“Music Analysis 369.” Seungkwan informs me, “One semester, I was teaching 6 sections of the course. Luckily, I had a TA for each one.”

“Please tell me you didn’t teach any other courses that semester.” I wonder because 6 sections of any course is a lot to teach in a week.

“I didn’t teach any other courses that semester.” Seungkwan quickly answers. Though he answers a little too quickly.

I turn to look at him and he doesn’t meet my gaze. Raising an eyebrow, I continue to stare him down.

Seungkwan glances sideways at me a few times but keeps his mouth shut. Then his lips pucker and I know I caught him in a lie.

“How many?” I ask him, leaning closer.

“2 others.” He responds in a short sentence.

“Seungkwan….” I drag out his name.

Seungkwan turns his body to face me slightly as he defends himself, “Okay, listen. The Music Analysis 369 class was on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  The other two were on Tuesday and Thursday and then I had a lot of office hours on everyday.”

“So you worked yourself to the bone.” I conclude for him. “What courses were on Tuesday and Thursday?” I question.

Seungkwan lowers his head in shame, “Music Analysis 269…” He mutters softly.

“So you were teaching for…” I pause to do some mental math, “24 hours every week? Plus all the grading and extra work you had to do?”

Seungkwan shrugs, “It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. I had TA’s.” He reasons.

“When did you have time for other things in life? Like your wife?” I ask, poking an accusing finger into his cheek.

“This was before I met my wife.” He explains. Grabbing my finger in his hand, he lowers it and then begins playing with my fingers. “After you left, I kind of threw myself into my work and ignored everything else. And it gave me some of the best years and student experiences I ever had.”

A heavy rock sinks into the pit of my stomach. I had caused him much more than pain. I caused him to lose years of his life. The gut punch I receive from that thought nearly sends tears running down my cheeks.

Seungkwan takes on glance at my face and immediately wraps me up in a hug. “I don’t blame you for it. And it wasn’t your fault. I let myself teach all those courses even though I knew it would be tough.”

I weakly smile but the pain is still there. Even after all these years, the pain still feels as fresh as the day I left.

Seungkwan places a soft kiss to the top of my head in reassurance. “No one ever recovers that quickly from something that great.” He whispers.

That quiets my pain substantially but it still throbs.

“Did you and your wife ever have kids?” I ask, deterring the conversation away from us.

“No, we never had kids. But we did adopt a little girl.” Seungkwan informs me. “Her name was Samantha and she was a bundle of uncontainable energy.” He smiles at the memory and my heart warms with joy.

“I’m sure she took after some of your own energy.” I say with a smile.

“Me?” Seungkwan glances down at me in disbelief, “I have energy but it’s not uncontainable.” He argues.

I hum in disagreement, “You had some pretty uncontainable energy Seungkwan.”

“Psh, only around you, (y/n).” Seungkwan scrunches his face at me, “Around everyone else, I was as cool as a cucumber.”

I roll my eyes, “So, what did dear Samantha do with her uncontainable energy that she most certainly didn’t learn from her father?” I ask, wanting to hear more about the daughter he raised.

“You’ll never guess what she studied.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“I have a few guesses.” I answer his teasing, “But you should tell me what she studied so I can see if I was right.”

Seungkwan’s chuckle vibrates through his chest and echos through my body.

“She went on to become a doctor.” He says and then continues into her career and the accomplishments she achieved.

As the sun sat high in the sky, he began to tell me about her, and subsequently his, journey to find her birth parents. Through the stories of his career, his daughter’s career, and then the things he experienced in retirement, I sit and let his voice take me on adventures only a human soul could experience. Seungkwan does his best to keep the stories afloat with happy memories but the occasional somber story slips in but I let it continue because a life isn’t complete without the ups and the downs.

By the time the sun is setting in the western sky, Seungkwan has taken me into the valleys and over the mountains that were carved into his life.

“This kind of feels like retirement.” Seungkwan comments after a few moments of silence between us.

“In what way?” I ask, confused by his analogy.

Seungkwan sighs, “When I retired, I knew that I was leaving something I loved dearly but I also knew that I couldn’t stay longer. And while I knew that leaving was the thing that needed to be done, I was wondering what life after would be like.” He explains. “I know I need to leave you, who was someone I loved so dearly. And I’m terribly sad to be leaving you, I also wonder what’s waiting for me on the other side.”

“You’re not going to ask me what’s over there, are you?” I wonder, looking up at him with soft eyes.

He returns my gaze with similar eyes, “No, cause I know you don’t know the answer.”

I nod, confirming his statement. “I do know one thing though.”

“What’s that?” Seungkwan asks.

“You’ll be comfortable. You’ll be able to rest peacefully and not have to worry about anything.” I tell him before kissing his cheek. His skin warm against my lips.

“I’ll worry about you.” He says when I pull away.

I smile at his words but decide not to tell him that he won’t remember anything about his lives, even me. Rising to my feet, I pull Seungkwan up with me.

“Is it time?” He asks, gripping my hand slightly tighter.

I nod, “Yeah, Shin’ll be waiting by the car.”

“Is it a fancy car?” Seungkwan asks and we start walking out of the gardne.

“If by fancy you mean expensive, then no.” I tell him with an amused smile, “It’s just a simple town car. Simple car for the simple after world.”

“The after world can’t be that simple, can it?” Seungkwan wonders.

I shrug, “I mean, when I had to meet the Gods, the room was pretty simple.”

“You actually met them?” Seungkwan asks as we cross the lobby floor.

“How else were they going to punish me?” I answer his question with another question, “Send me a letter of reprimand and tell me my punishment with ink?”

Seungkwan tilts his head to the side and swings our interlocked hands back and forth, “Yeah, I guess a letter doesn’t carry the same weight.”

“Never in a million years would it.” I correct him and we push through a door leading towards the forest at the back of the hotel.

A good distance away, at the edge of the forest and standing patiently next to an awaiting car, is Shin. As expected.

“Black robes?” Seungkwan looks Shin up and down, “They couldn’t have spiced it up a bit and not be so depressing?”

“Again, simple.” I repeat my previous statement.

“I think I’ll put in a suggestion for that then.” Seungkwan says, determined.

“Please, wait until I get there to do so.” I plead, “I would love to see the look on the Gods faces when you give that suggestion.” I laugh at the thought and Shin’s face twists into slight confusion as we near.

“I think it would look so much better.” Seungkwan continues his argument, “Like, Shin, how would you like to wear a lilac robe instead of a black one?” He asks Shin who is slowly opening the door.

Shin looks down at his own robes before looking back up at Seungkwan, “I like the black robes very much. I don’t think i would change the color.”

I stifle a laugh behind my hand and Seungkwan stares dumbfounded at Shin. “It was worth a shot.” I comfort Seungkwan.

“I’ll still bring it up.” Seungkwan says, even more determined. Then his face softens and he turns to face me.

I mirror his actions and place a hand on his cheek. “I think you’re going to do just fine over there.” I tell him with a smile.

Seungkwan smiles back, “And I’ll wait for you to join me.”

instead of responding with words, my body acts and presses my lips hard against his lips. He responds immediately and wraps his arms tight around my waist.

When we pull away, Seungkwan’s eyes are lined with tears and he sniffles when rub my thumb over his cheek.

“I love you, Seungkwan.” I tell him and look him in the eyes, hoping he really understands me.

“I love you too, (y/n).” Seungkwan says with a small nod.

We look at each other in silence for a couple seconds longer and then Seungkwan lowers my hand from his cheek and steps towards the car.

I wrap my arms around my waist as Seungkwan steps into the car and Shin closes the door behind him.

The car soon rolls away and the crunch of the gravel against the tires fades away into the fog. Shin walks away quietly while I stay frozen in my spot, unable to move even though Seungkwan is long gone.

Sometime in my frozen state, a crack splits across my heart and I feel the pain deep in every bone.

And back in my garden, a white chrysanthemum withers away.

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Seungkwan blows out a breath, taps our intertwined hands in his lap, and rises to his feet. “Are you ready to get out of here?” He asks, turning back to face me.

I smile and rise to my own feet, “Oh yeah.”

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

“So this is it?” Mun Hee asks with tears in his eyes. “This is the day you leave us?”

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he’s being so sappy. “Maybe I’ll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year.” I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

“Don’t you dare say that. You better not return here.” He says angrily through his tears.

I chuckle, “I won’t come back. I promise.”

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should’ve done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family’s service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

“When you leave today, you won’t be able to find this place again.” I inform him, “I hope that you’ll be able to go and live your life happily.”

Jiwoo nods, “Thank you for letting me work with you. I won’t ever forget you.”

I smile sadly, “You will. But thank you.”

Seungkwan suddenly steps forward with his hand out towards Jiwoo, which he firmly takes. “It was a pleasure to meet a descendant of Chaewon. She would be proud of her family.” He says and shakes Jiwoo’s hand.

Jiwoo smiles with pride and nods. “It was also an honor getting to meet you, sir.”

They let go of each other’s hand and Seungkwan retreats behind me.

Finally I turn to Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

“You’d think after all these years of waiting that I’d be prepared for this day.” She says through sniffles.

“Thank you, Yong.” I rests my hands on her shoulders, “For everything. Thank you.”

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

“Keep this hotel running beautifully.” I tell her before Seungkwan grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Seungkwan and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

“(y/n).” He says when we reach him, “It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest.” Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

“The honor was mine.” I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I’m free. I served my years of punishment and now I’m free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel’s many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

“(y/n)?” Seungkwan softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, “Are you ready?”

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Seungkwan securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

Description: Just what goes through Seungkwan’s mind when he’s asked about you and your relationship. 
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Seungkwan x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1k

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“Describe your relationship with (y/n) in one word.”

Seungkwan scrambles to find a word as Hoshi folds up the question paper again. In Seungkwan’s mind, he thinks back to his favorite moments of yours, trying to find a common word to describe your relationship.

~~~~

“Are you sure this is okay for date night?” He asked, lowering himself into the chair across from you.

You plucked a fry from the (overly) large pile in the center of the table, “Yes. This is absolutely perfect.” You smile sweetly at him, “Plus, I think I’m still feeling Day One Period ickiness so date night at home is just what I want.”

Seungkwan glanced at the McDonald’s meal laid out between the two of you and his lips pursed in doubt that this was truly okay for you. You noticed his slight frown and, with determination, you picked up a couple fries and threw them at his head. He startled when they made contact with his face and he pouted at you.

“Stop worrying.” You scolded him, “I swear, this is all I need.” You gestured towards the fast food meal, “I am a simple girl with simple needs.”

“And I am an extravagant man who wants to give you everything extravagant.” Seungkwan placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly before plucking up a couple of fries for himself.

~~~~

You were coming from your home and Seungkwan from some schedule he had. You had planned to meet at this clothing store because you swore you had no clothes to wear despite having a closet full of clothes. Head phones in, you were listening to your “SEVENTEEN” playlist and as you walked, you danced a little. Patting your leg to the beat, bopping your head along with the bass line, wiggling your hands to the melodies. Enjoying the music to the full extent.

Seungkwan was expecting to beat you to the clothing store because you always seem to run late even though your clock is purposefully set 5 minutes ahead of the actual time. He left the subway exit and began walking towards the clothing store. Looking up, he saw a woman not too far ahead of him who looked a lot like you. Hair tied up and bag slung across your body. But he knew it was you the second he saw your movements.

The little taps to your leg, your head moving a little more exaggerated than normal, your hands wiggling and creating waves. And he knew that if he were in front of you, your mouth would be moving along with the lyrics.

A smile grew on his face as he stayed behind you and just watched as you walked along the street, ignoring the other people walking passed. He kept a distance away from you just so he could watch you enjoy your music.

When he finally caught up to you in front of the store, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“What were you listening to?” He asked, his eyes bright and sparkling.

“You.” You answered with a happy smile.

~~~~

“Are you in it yet?” Seungkwan called through the curtain of the changing room.

“Almost!” You answered with a small grunt as you jumped to get the fabric over your body.

He chucked softly as he sat back down next on the couch and you definitely heard him.

“Don’t you laugh at me.” You pouted. “These dresses are a lot more complicated than you think.”

“I wasn’t laughing at you.” Seungkwan defended himself but the smile on his lips was a sure sign that he most definitely was laughing at you.

You pulled back the curtain with the dress finally on and gave Seungkwan an unbelieving look, “Liar.”

Usually, Seungkwan would quip back with a witty comment, but he was too stunned at you to even think. His eyes trailed up and down your body before landing on your face.

Your expression asked, “What do you think?”

The dress was red, riddled with sparkles, and hugged your body in all the right places. He picked it off the rack for you to try on.

“Well?” You vocalized, stepping out of the fitting room.

“You look amazing.” Seungkwan finally snapped out of his trance. “Really, you wear that dress so well. Wow.”

You smile at his comments. As nice and as beautiful as the dress was, though, you weren’t really feeling all the bling bling. Running your hands down the fabric, you chewed your lip debating your choices.

“What is it?” Seungkwan asked, eyeing your lips.

You shrugged, “This is a really nice dress. Like really nice.” You told him and he stayed quiet, waiting for you to finish. “But, I like the other one better.”

“The yellow one?” He recalled a previous dress with a tilted head.

You shook your head, “No, the lavender one.”

“Oh, with the really cute shoulder thingies.” Seungkwan remembered the dress.

You nodded.

“Well, as much as I love this dress on you, it is your choice.” He said, stood, and grabbed both your hands. “Someday I’ll get you to wear a dress like this.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe one day, sometime far, far in the future.”

An employee walked past the fitting rooms and Seungkwan grabbed their attention.

“Can we see the lavender dress again, please?” He asked and the employee nodded with a smile before disappearing to fetch the requested dress.

“You know,” Seungkwan started, turning back to face you, “Most people would have gone for the glitz and glamour for an award show.”

You chuckled, “I’m a simple girl, remember?”

~~~~

When Seungkwan blinks back into reality, Hoshi has just put down the folded piece of paper and is starting to reach for another question. Hoshi’s looking at him expectantly and he realizes he still has to answer the question.

“Simple.” Seungkwan blurts out an answer.

“Simple?” Hoshi repeats his answer. “Why?” He prods.

Seungkwan shrugs, “Our relationship is just simple. There’s nothing really complicated about loving her. It’s just simple. In the best way.” He clarifies at the end.

Hoshi nods slowly before shaking his head, “You are whipped.”

“Agreed.” Seungkwan agrees, “But I don’t care. I would gladly be whipped for her in every lifetime if it meant I got to feel this level of happiness everyday.”

Hoshi chuckles, “Indeed, Seungkwan is very happy these days.”

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minghaos instagram is the first domino in this chain of events, next is mingyus cooking show, then wonwoos gaming channel on youtube, joshua will leak his tumblr, junhui will star in a movie… with his dual citizenship- hansol becomes president of both SK and the US, seungkwan gets his own variety show, soonseok write, direct, and voice act for somethin weebish, jihoon wins 10 grammys, jeonghan becomes an olympic athlete, seungcheol gets a puppy and names them ‘carat’, chan reveals he’s a wizard, MM launches,

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