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JOSH, JUSTIN, & KEN // SB19’S SWITCH IT UP CHALLENGE

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jihoon ♡ : wyd?

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Its so cute, I think I'm gonna die!

cute!! 😖

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jeonghan for billboard korea

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180908 carat camp © raffine | do not edit

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i luv angst a lot so i’m v glad you’re doing this 😭 could i have jun + “don’t pretend to care, i know you don’t” thank you!! 💓 (feel free to litrally break my heart)

a/n: ummmm i have mixed feelings about this one. thank u so much for requesting though! anywho, enjoy!

pairing: junhui x reader (side joshua x reader)

genre: just pure angst

warnings: unrequited love, mentions of sex, the reader is just not a very good person,,,

word count: 2,297

Junhui never liked you. 

Maybe his hatred for you stemmed from the first time you two met; which was through Joshua, of course.

The moment his eyes trailed to where you were, in the doorway of Joshua’s apartment, he felt something amiss in his chest.

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LET ME DROP THE 음악! - Seventeen (HIT)

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➝ ♡♡♡

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minghao for dazed korea ♡

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Jeonghan 💕

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happy pride 🌈 + jicheol + "if you got any more beautiful/the sun would leave its place/and come for you" (kaur)

pairing: jicheol genre: fluff + mild angst, non!au words: 438 prompt: “if you got any more beautiful/the sun would leave its place/and come for you” - the chase (from the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur) 

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That Day The Rain Poured

(JICHEOL)

He was sixteen, a junior at the nearest secondary school and he was seventeen, barely out of high school. It was raining that day when their paths crossed. He doesn’t believe in destiny nor soulmates but something told him that that belief of his will soon be challenged.

He was standing at the corner of the street while he was standing at the opposite direction with umbrella on hand.

He was not a bad person like the other people thought of him. He was not that nice but he was not evil either. He was kind of aloof that people mistakenly took as coldness. But sometimes he couldn’t help thinking, what the hell were people thinking? They’re absolutely out of their minds.

Just like now.

He glanced at the boy opposite his direction. He was holding his umbrella. That’s the problem there. He was holding his umbrella; he’s not using it.

The weather was so bad. It was actually the strongest downpour he experienced so far, so what’s with the other boy and his reluctance to use his umbrella? Was his umbrella broken or what? If he will not use his umbrella he will surely be drenched anytime soon.

He guessed the other boy was a few years older than him, given that the boy was also wearing a high school uniform like he was. The other boy was handsome. With thick eyebrows, a pair of doe eyes, red lips, fair skin tone and was very tall.

The older boy noticed his stare and looked back. The younger’s eyebrows knitted as he met the beautiful doe eyes. The older boy grinned at him. He sighed as he gripped his own umbrella tightly.

His heartbeat quickening but dismissed it immediately, thinking that he was nervous. Nervous because he will now start his training as an idol at Pledis Entertainment. He just received his acceptance letter a week ago and he was over joyed that he was a step closer to achieving his dreams.

He was on the way to the Pledis building, carrying with him some of his clothes and his guitar. The entertainment offered dorms for their trainees and he was more than happy to avail one. Living with other trainees was not a bad idea right?

The stoplight turned red. He walked slowly, side-eyeing the other boy who happened to walk beside him.

Okay.

That’s weird, he thought.

He thought the other boy was waiting for the light to turn red for him to go to the other side but now that the boy was a couple of feet away from him was giving him creeps.

Okay. He was not, technically speaking, beside him, the other boy was far. But you could still feel if someone was walking with you right?

That was what he felt.

Someone was following him.

He quickened his pace but he could still feel the other boy walking behind him.

Cursed his long legs!

Cursed his own short legs!

He thought of confronting the boy but what if he’s a thief? What if he’ll be agitated and just thrust a knife in his guts and no one will notice? What if he’s a kidnapper who thought he came from a wealthy family? What if-

He was thinking so much that he didn’t notice a man walking passed him and bumped into him.

“What the hell kid?! Watch where you’re going!”

He stumbled, causing him to sit on the wet road. His bags flying, thank goodness he zipped his bags tightly or else his clothes will scatter around.

He cursed under his breath. He stood up, few people threw him a glance but didn’t even care to help him. He sighed, picking his soaked bags. He looked around.

“Where the hell is my umbrella?”

He shivered, feeling the raindrops sipping in his uniform. If he couldn’t find that umbrella he’s sure that he would look like a drenched chick when he steps inside the Pledis building.

He tried to be calm. He tried, but failed. He cursed loudly. The people passing by shot him a horrified look. He heard laughter behind him.

“I think this is yours?” came the deep yet friendly voice. He turned around.

He swore he’s not imagining things, but the boy from across the street was more breath taking up close. His long eyelashes emphasized his doe eyes and that perfect set of teeth and gummy smile with dimple on each cheek. He’s not that muscular but he’s neither petite, he’s built was so goddamned fine.

He’s sure as hell that his mouth fell open. The boy was gorgeous!

He heard another laughter coming from the boy. He immediately snatched his umbrella and murmured his thanks. He picked his things up and started walking away from the boy.

He prevented himself from looking back. If he would look back now it means that he’s welcoming this weird stranger in his life and that was not a good idea.

He stopped on his tracks.

And looked back at the other boy.

As if the other boy was anticipating it, he grinned as soon as he saw the smaller boy looked back at him, he jogged towards him. He held on the umbrella’s handle, accidentally holding the younger’s hand.

“Let me hold it for you.”

He smiled, noticing the smaller boy blushing. The smaller withdrew his hand and adjusted the guitar that he was carrying. They walked in silence.

He’s never been the type to initiate a conversation either with a friend or with a random stranger.

“We’re going at the same direction.” the taller said happily. He nodded in response.

“Are you really this quiet?” he asked the younger. He shrugged.

I am not quiet, it’s that, I believe in the saying that, don’t talk to strangers, the younger thought.

The taller smiled sheepishly, embarrassed on how he badly wanted the other boy to talk to him. They continued to walk in silence.

“I need to buy something.” the younger said as they passed a convenience store.

The truth was, he wanted to check himself on the mirror to see if he’s decent enough to face the other trainees. He was a turn away from Pledis building.

“Oh. I should get going then. I have to meet someone very important and I don’t want to make him wait.” he escorted the younger on the store’s door and closed the umbrella, giving it to him.

“Thank you for your kindness. Bye!” he waved at the younger and started to run away. The younger absentmindedly waved back, the taller boy disappearing on his sight.

“You didn’t even tell me your name.” he sighed, going inside the store. He wondered how important that person to the other boy was.

ΔΔΔ

He looked up, amazed at how huge the building was.

“Pledis Entertainment, here I come!” he chanted inside his head.

He took the elevator heading to the fifth floor where he’ll get to meet the other trainees.

Or trainee?

According to what he heard, he was the second one who received an acceptance letter, the other possible trainees were still waiting.

The elevator dinged and open at the fifth floor. He arranged his uniform and finger combed his hair. He knocked on the door and slowly opened it. He poked his head inside. He saw a man standing on the corner with his back facing him.

He entered the room, tugging with him his bags and guitar. He bowed.

“Good afternoon. I’m Lee Jihoon from Busan. I’m the new trainee.” he said, straightening his body.

The man looked at him in surprise. Jihoon blink many times as he looked back at the man.

The boy with doe eyes and gummy smile was staring at him.

“So it was you all along!” his doe eyes turned into slits as he smiled.

“Jihoon right? I thought I’ll never see you again. I forgot to ask your name when we’re together.” the other man pouted, enveloping Jihoon into a tight hug. The younger froze.

“I’m Choi Seungcheol. Pardon me if I’m hugging you now without any valid reason it’s just I wanted to hug you so badly.” Jihoon didn’t understand the statement, all he could hear was his heart beating fast and the butterflies in his stomach that he swore were doing somersaults.

It’s as if being hug by this boy was the most natural thing to Jihoon. Like they did it thousands of times before. Like he was welcomed by this familiar warmth that he experienced in his past lifetimes.

He felt like destiny brought them back together. They were two souls bound together by one thing, love.

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Lee Jihoon was sixteen, a junior at the nearest secondary school and Choi Seungcheol was seventeen, barely out of high school.

It was raining that day when their paths crossed. Jihoon doesn’t believe in destiny nor soulmates but meeting Seungcheol changed all the things Jihoon believed in.

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I hit 1000 hits on my Seventeen Harry Potter AU fanfic!

Please check it out!! Updated every weekend!

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High School AU where all the students have powers and they’re separated into houses (a little like hogwarts) but the houses are named after Greek Gods, to signify what powers they have.

The ten different houses: Zeus (lightning and sky), Poseidon (water), Hades (darkness and shadows + earth), Artemis (hunters/huntresses), Apollo (healers + oracles), Ares (warriors), Hephaestus (creators and inventors of magic… stuff + fire), Persephone (botany and agriculture), Hecate (magic and witchcraft + the occasional necromancer) and Cybele (ability to talk to animals + maybe shapeshifting).

Jihoon is in Hades, where he learns to control the shadows that have always been his friends since he was little. Although there’s a little bit of a bad rep for Hades students because of what they are, he tries not to let it bring him down. If Wonwoo – his best friend and Apollo student – doesn’t mind, then he figures he shouldn’t either.

And then there’s Seungcheol, sophomore and part of the House of Persephone. He’s known for his ability to grow vines and flowers amazingly fast (fast enough to kill if you cross him). He’s also known for his abysmal flower crown making skills.

Jihoon’s not saying it’s love at first sight or whatever (it totally is, you liar), but when he stumbled across Seungcheol talking to the flowers outside of the Persophone dorms (he’s trying to help them grow), his heart skipped a beat and he swears it restarted again to match someone else’s heartbeat (not that Jihoon will ever admit it to anyone).

Am I saying this is a form of Hades!Jihoon/Persephone!Seungcheol AU?

(Yes, yes I am.)

Some highlights:

- Jihoon spotting Seungcheol talking to the flowers and nearly punching himself in the face to get away before the pretty flower boy notices him.

- Wonwoo and Junhui (a fellow Hades student) sharing exasperated looks every time Jihoon talks about “pretty flower boy” for the next week or so.

- “Isn’t it a little too cliche to fall for a Persephone?” Junhui muses out loud. It’s breakfast and Jihoon hasn’t even had his coffee yet, so all he can do is glower and make the shadows tie Junhui’s shoelaces together. (When Junhui stands up and faceplants, Jihoon cracks his first smile of the day).

(Seungcheol watches from far, cheeks flushed because oh, that Hades kid is really cute.)

- There’s a school dance in winter. Jihoon has been talking about the pretty flower boy (”His name is Seungcheol, guys. And he’s a sunbae. Stop that.”) for months now. Junhui threatens to bring eternal darkness onto Jihoon if he keeps him up at night talking about Seungcheol again.

“Just ask him out,” Wonwoo sighs in exasperation. “It’s not that hard.”

“Yeah,” Junhui pipes up, before turning to Wonwoo with a rakish grin. “Wonwoo-yah, go to the dance with me?”

Wonwoo blinks once, slow and calculating. His lips purse and he gives a shrug, muttering whatever, sure under his breath. (His cheeks are flushed, however, and Jihoon takes note so he can give some payback.)

- Jihoon does not ask Seungcheol to the winter solstice dance. He does ask someone – Yoon Jeonghan, student of the House of Hecate and one of his friends/close hyungs from choir (and also Seungcheol’s best friend – I know you can see where this is going).

- Jeonghan forcefully introduces Jihoon and Seungcheol officially. Jihoon can’t say a word because Seungcheol is dressed in a white shirt that’s loose and flowy and vaguely looks like a pirate shirt, with flowers in his caramel hair and pink lips curved in a shy smile. All Jihoon can do is grunt and stare and it’s really about as bad as you’d think.

- On the bright side, Jihoon and Seungcheol are now acquaintances and Junhui thinks it’s embarrassing how happy Jihoon is at that.

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seventeen: jicheol - waiting to see you in the afternoon

based on jesse mccartney's wasted. don’t judge me ok i loved the guy in elementary school and he’s still a good singer!!

it’s like 4am and i got kind of inspired don’t judge me this fic is probably going to be kind of a mess. there’s mentions of recreational drug use and smut so skip if that bothers you!

in which jihoon only calls when he’s wasted.

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seventeen: jicheol - don't have to rush (just tell me before the sun sets)

literally how the fuck did it take me an entire year to post part 2. i’m sorry. happy (belated) bday jihoon again??

a sequel/followup fic to good morning (i think i’m into you, this is dangerous) from seungcheol’s pov. based on good morning, an iconic jicheol performance!!

in which seungcheol waits for a response to his confession.

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