7amsunflw3r

[7amsunflw3r]

december 3rd.

“here.”

the words brushed against the wind as y/n stuck his arm out towards the boy -no, man- in front of him. he looked away, the trees that covered yu qing’s tennis courts giving him a protective barrier for his embarrassed self.

maybe the slight blush on his cheeks grew a little brighter because the sun beamed down on them, and maybe his heart began to beat a little faster since he finished his match with sweat dripping down his face. even with those factors, he knew that wasn’t the reason why.

it was the same reason it always was. zhuo zhi. it was always zhuo zhi.

zhuo zhi was the reason the sun burned in the middle of the day, the reason he served every ball to the other side of the court. he - and zhuo zhi alone - was the reason the world kept spinning.

“are you going to take it?”

y/n’s voice was a little louder, his arm becoming sore as he extended the object in his arm out a little further. it was a light blue sweater with navy blue flowers embroidered into the cuffs.

it wad pretty, different from the things y/n wore on a daily basis. instead of keeping it for himself on the cold winter day, he held it out to zhuo zhi.

zhuo zhi finally looked up from his spot on the court, eyes squeezing softly as they gazed upon their chosen god. “i don’t see why i need a sweater, i’m hot still.”

clenching his jaw shut, y/n’s eyes met with zhuo zhi’s. his heart refused to slow down, only beating faster with every second their eyes were together as one.

“please, just take it.”

the silence that hung over the courts as it slowly turned to evening was deafening, making y/n go insane. zhuo zhi broke the silence with a sigh as he stood up and readjusted his main player uniform.

“fine.” his fingers clasped around the cotton, hand skillfully and gracefully placing it over his shoulders. zhuo zhi looked even more handsome with it on, head held high as he continued to meet y/n’s gaze. “does this mean something special? or are you nice to me after all these years.”

“it means i love you zhuo zhi.”

the world returned to a silence that somehow increased the humidity of the air, each breath painful and thick as he waited for zhuo zhi to reply, to change in anyway.

zhuo zhi’s face broke into a soft smile, a small chuckle escaped his mouth as the wind cleared the tension. he hopped the net, his beloved racket clattering to the floor as he instead used that hand to grasp y/n’s.

that hand, full of callouses and rough skin, never felt so perfect in his palm.

“oh? so you��ve given me a sweater to say you love me. i take it now i’m supposed to repay you with a date?”

y/n smiled, punching zhuo zhi’s arm gently to get a reaction from the man. the birds chirped as zhuo zhi and y/n packed up, the blue sweater that covered zhuo zhi brushing against the bare skin of y/n’s arm.

“i expect this date to be amazing, zhuo zhi.” y/n almost grumbles, reluctant to admit his affections.

zhuo zhi refuses to answer, instead choosing to wrap his arm around y/n as they walked through the streets, each other the only thing the world could offer.

y/n proceeded to give zhuo zhi a sweater every december third to signify his undying love. because he loved him, and he always gave him cotton.

[7amsunflw3r]

your favorite part of the day was coming home.

home, where the ridicules of work and friendships couldn’t bother you for a second of your time. it was a place of comfort. your true dwelling, a place that smelt like you, felt like you.

home, where your husband stayed and waited for you to return.

turning the key in the lock, you finally entered your home, the silence that overtook your ears calming your heart. you slipped off his jacket, it falling to a floor with a soft thud. you kicked off your dress shoes, now comfortable in your button up and loose slacks.

the top two buttons of your shirt came undone by your fingers as you looked for kento, a soft pit in your stomach still not releasing. it wouldn’t release until kento came into your gaze.

opening the door to your shared bedroom, you let out a hidden sigh. kento’s body rested on the bed, his chest rising and falling softly under the covers he was tucked in.

walking over, you plopped onto the bed, shrugging off your shirt in laziness before tucking yourself under the covers next to kento.

life was stressful. your 9 to 5 was the worse, the office full of low grade spirits sprouting from people’s misery. kento had finally escaped that life he so miserably hated. he now got to do what he wished with his days, relying on you to provide for the family. you loved that he trusted you like this.

you started to drift off, a soft peck on the head and a mumble waking you up. “welcome back love…” kento sighed, your shoulder’s loosening. “hi baby. how are you-“ your voice trailed off in drowsiness, kento chuckling softly.

“nap love. i’ll be here when you wake up, then we can talk and have dinner.” you let the words control you unconsciously, not able to get a sentence out as you fell into a comfortable slumber.

kento chuckled, rubbing your arms softly. you curled into the action, a warmth spreading through your chest.

love. kento was love.

[7amsunflw3r]

alarm: cursing, highschool au, ooc mingyu, kissing!

textbooks upon textbooks laid out on y/n’s bed, the weight pressing into his comforter.

it was final season.

he sighed loudly, the exhaustion finally getting to him. he didn’t remember how long they had been studying- except that they had been doing it for too long. y/n stretched out, his foot hitting the edge of one of the books.

“oh shit.” he exclaimed, looking over as the door of his room opened, holding his foot with a grimace on his face.

mingyu’s hoodie covered his face, his hand absentmindedly going to the bag of chips he was holding to his mouth, happily eating his snack before he saw y/n’s look of pain. “bro, what did you do?”

y/n’s smile started to recover as he saw mingyu, before a wave of pain rang through his foot again. “i- hit my foot on the textbook- oh!” he said, mingyu walking forward to rub y/n’s shoulder.

“oh… ouch. want a chip?” mingyu asked him, his tone almost monotone, all of his emotion drained from the studying.

y/n blinked slowly, staring at mingyu. “babes… i don’t think a chip is going to help.” mingyu nodded, still holding his chip bag out. he shook it, the chips in the bag adjusting.

“i know, just thought you would want a chip.”

y/n groaned, patting the spot next to him. “sure. we need too take a break too.” he stuck his hand in the chip bag to grab one of the snacks. mingyu smiled, ruffling y/n’s hair gently.

“what do you want to do?”

y/n thought for a moment, his eyes going to mingyu’s lips. what if… his thoughts began to intertwine with mingyu’s, their faces inching closer together.

their lips pecked, the skin touching for barely a second before they disconnected. their breaths tangled, the room filled with an energetic static, the two almost-adults giddy with happiness.

there was pause. their world stop, y/n’s ears buzzing with an endorphin-filled sensation. quickly reaching out for mingyu’s hoodie, y/n connected their lips again, his hand clutching the fabric tightly.

mingyu reciprocated, his mind going on autopilot as he fell into a familiar haze, y/n dumping him out of his emotional drought. their lips moved against each other, locking together to create a warmth.

their connection continued, the rattling of y/n’s door not registering in their ears.

“how’s studying going?”

y/n jumped back at the voice of his mother, lips a bright pink. “m-mom!” y/n’s mom laughed softly, pointing her finger at the couple happily. “what! i’ll leave now. get back to studying you two, or ill send mingyu home.”

the two nodded, y/n’s mom slipping away. y/n turned his gaze back to mingyu, smiling embarrassingly. “so… do you want to?” mingyu asked, his eyes meeting y/n’s again.

mingyu didn’t have to ask twice.

[7amsunflw3r]

i love you.

i know you know this fact, ive loved you for a long time. ive told you these three words every day and night for years, their pronunciations and meanings engraved in your mind like the day of the week and your birthday.

im telling you this, because i want you to know why. i want you to know why my heart sings like the wind rushing through the trees when it sees your smile. i want you to know how my life swells into the high chambers of the ceiling when you dance happily around the kitchen, nothing to cloud your mind in fear.

my favorite thing is how you feel everything in your body like it’s the first time, like it’s your first life and your body is just aching to let everything out. i think i’ve lived a lot, my soul old and tired with age and countless past versions of itself. but you juyeon, i think this is the first life your beautiful soul has to bear. you get to experience all the emotions like they’re fresh blooming flowers, and i get to be by your side watering them.

you’re just… incredible

you’re so talented. your long arms extend to create perfect lines, your figure made for you to dance like no ones watching at all hours of the night. the creator who placed you on this earth wanted you to be showered in applause, getting to see the privilege of popularity in it’s best form.

the smile that graces your mouth is one of the most gracious things in this world. it’s one of the best things in the world, so precious it should be one of the planets most valuable currencies. i can’t believe i get to see it every single day of my life, it living as the only thing in my gaze.

in all honestly, i don’t know how you’re a real person. you, existing as my love and life, are one of the most important things ever to me. if i was told you couldn’t be a part of my life, i would scream until my throat became sore and would cry until there was no freshwater left for me to drink.

do you see it juyeon?

you deserve all the love in the world lee juyeon. and im happy i can give you some of it.

[7amsunflw3r]

mark’s drumsticks hit the center of the drum, sweat trickling down the back of his neck, the heat of the band’s practice room roaming over his arms. his shirt dripped with sweat, the feeling disgusting, but yet it didn’t break his focus on the music.

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

the pattern was rhythmic, a calm washing through his mind through the physical stress of playing his instrument. renjun’s vocals were heavenly, bouncing off the walls and mixing with jaemin and haechan’s. chenle’s keyboard buzzed in the background, jisung on the bass contrasting jeno’s guitar.

it was a perfect harmony.

the 7 of them were perfect.

“come on!” jaemin yelled, his voice static against the mic, a loud rumble sounding through the practice room. dropping one of his sticks, mark covered his right ear, chenle cringing at the loud noise.

amongst the cacophony, the clock’s chime rang. looking up, mark sighed loudly as he saw that practice was now over, the numerals for 7pm taunting him.

“freedom!” jisung yelled, looking up to the ceiling, bass now in the stand. the members packed up, chatter filling the room instead of music.

in his fatigue, mark stood up slowly, stretching his arms up towards the sky. the world started to buzz, his ears clouding in static. while music was his passion, sitting hunched over a drum for hours playing his heart always left him more tired than he expected.

“huh, y/n, are you here for mark?” jeno’s voice rang through mark’s trance, his eyes now snapping to the door.

enshrouded by the pine paneled door and the humidity of the room, mark’s boyfriend smiled brightly. “mmh.”

y/n’s loose gray shirt hung around his body, collarbones peaking from the neckline. he was wearing mark’s favorite pair of old, gray jeans, holes peaking out on multiple spots in the middle of his thighs. he was gorgeous…

walking out from behind the drums, mark made his path to y/n, who quickly started running as he saw mark crumble. “jeez, i know i’m pretty, but you don’t got to fall babe.”

he rubbed mark’s shoulders as mark laughed softly, pulling him up further in y/n’s embrace. “you got it,” he trailed off, catching donghyuck’s eyes.

“what!”

donghyuck laughed, his gaze fixed on the couple. “you become so… cute around him.” he teased, causing mark to huff.

“tsk, i’m not cute.”

y/n shook his head, pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of mark’s mouth, mark attempting to reciprocate as y/n pulled away. “i disagree, you’re pretty adorable. come now, let’s get you home.”

pulling mark up close to his side, y/n grabbed mark’s stuff from renjun, sliding the drumsticks into mark’s back pocket. “thanks for taking care of my silly, guys. we’ll see you tomorrow.”

mark nodded, mumbling out a goodbye to his band, nodding off as he was now in the comfort of his boyfriend’s arms. “bye mark.” chenle waved, jisung turning to him to discuss dinner plans.

“stay awake baby.” y/n whispered, pecking mark’s head gently. “i’ll try.” he groaned, standing up straighter as they walked through the front door of the practice room and onto the sidewalk. y/n opened his car door, placing mark inside before going to the driver’s side.

“i love you…” mark whispered, drifting off as y/n started the car, placing his hand on mark’s thigh.

he loved y/n so much…

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the rain was unrelenting in it's downpour, preventing y/n leaving from under the canopy of the tutorial center. he had stayed later to get help with corrections on his math quiz and now he began to regret that decision.

a large sigh escaped from y/n’s lips as he sunk down to the floor, time ticking slowly as he set his backpack up as a pillow, stretching out only until his feet were barely getting touched by the rain.

he was going to be there forever.

by now it was surely rush hour on the subway, and as much as he wanted to go home, the amount of people shuffling home from work sounded miserable. pulling his phone out from the side pocket on his bag, y/n tried to turn it on, the symbol for no battery taunting him with its red glow.

“now i’m stuck here…”

his voiced trailed off, the annoyance laced through his voice. pulling his feet in, y/n tried to glance out beyond the canopy, deluding himself that the pouring buckets of rain wouldn’t drench him in full the second he left from under the canvas. was there anyone still here?

it was like the world answered his desperate thoughts, y/n looking left to see the door opening a revealing a face of someone he didn’t know. does he ask…

y/n started to stand up, but the unknown figure descended too far, plastic umbrella popped over their head. a soft sigh escaped his lips as he saw the figure fade, a pit of despair bubbling in his stomach. he was stuck here.

a voice rang out.

“y/n, come on. let me take you home.”

turning around, y/n locked eyes with his savior. “hyuck… why aren’t you at home.” he smiled, two cartons of chocolate milk in his hande. “i saw you go to tutorials, i hung around the area since it was raining hard.”

y/n smiled, walking towards donghyuck. his uniform was wrinkled, the top two buttons unbuttoned, the beginning of his collarbone exposed.

“my savior!” he cheered, running to hug donghyuck tightly, donghyuck stumbling back. “yes yes, your savior. now go get your backpack and let’s leave before the streets start to flood.”

pulling away, y/n nodded quickly. he picked up his backpack, slugging th e heavy item around ont his shoulders. donghyuck wrapped his arm around y/n’s shoulders, pulling him close as he handed a milk carton to him.

“come on, let’s get you home.” covering themselves with donghyuck’s blazer, the two ran, laughter catching on the asphalt of the streets as their shoes became soaking wet.

his heart swelled, donghyuck’s hand now in y/n’s, the two taking a break under a small overhang. donghyuck looked back at y/n, smiling softly.

“alright, ready to go again?” he asked, y/n nodding before they continued on, continuing to laugh happily.

maybe the rain wasn’t so bad.

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