#Caretaker Hoshi/Soonyoung

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🐢Day 17: Brainfog/Spaced Out

@sicktember

Summary: Hansol keeps spacing out. The 96-liners are working to help him.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Vernon/Hansol

Caretaker: Jun + Hoshi/Soonyoung + Wonwoo + Woozi/Jihoon

Tension was high with Seungcheol and Jeonghan on hiatus at the same time. The members would never admit it to the two eldest and they did try to help out Joshua, who hated his role as vice vice leader more than anything. Especially the 96line felt the pressure as they tried to keep anyone younger than themselves away from any added responsibility. With Hoshi and Woozi already used to their roles as performance leader and vocal leader respectively and Jun and Wonwoo being some of the most responsible members, they managed just fine.

That didn’t mean that they didn't feel the responsibility and the stress.

Especially during that day’s dance practice.

With nerves running high, it didn’t help that Hansol was … well, Hansol. They were used to his particular brand of awkwardness and his spatial unawareness when he was in his own world but it didn’t make the dance practice run any smoother. 

No matter how often Hoshi tried to explain the moves, Hansol couldn’t seem to grasp them. 

Normally Hansol’s spaciness would not interfere with any schedules or at least not to that degree. But that day? Hansol was all over the place.

Countless times he stopped in the middle of a movement, forgetting either what he was supposed to do or what move he had just done. Other times he stumbled over his own and once even over Dino’s feet. For Hansol’s and their own safety, Jun had even taken him aside at one point to try to teach him the dance one-on-one. It hadn’t really done anything.

Hansol was clearly having a bad day. They all had them and they tried to be careful with the member who was in need of a break and/or unwell. It wouldn’t help to pressure a member further when he was already beating himself up about it anyway and they all cared about each other too much to let things get too far if they could. It took different approaches for each member.

With Hansol it was most of the time enough to speak with him: He wouldn’t feel comfortable admitting to something out of his own accord but if somebody talked to him he wouldn’t hide whatever was going on.

It was during a water break that Wonwoo decided to speak to him, to try to see if he could find out what was happening. Joshua was on the side, talking to a manager and looking more frazzled each second, so having him talk to his fellow America-liner would not work. Hoshi was working with Mingyu and Seungkwan on their dance moves and Woozi was walking over to see if he could help out Joshua. Jun was nowhere to be seen, likely either using the bathroom or refilling his water bottle at one of the fountains.

So, for now, Hansol was his responsibility. With Seungcheol as their Hip Hop Team leader not there, Wonwoo felt especially responsible for Mingyu and their rap-maknae. 

“Hansol-ah?”, Wonwoo asked, approaching the younger rapper. Hansol was sitting on the ground, leaning back against the fogged up mirror with his eyes closed. “What’s going on with you today?”

Maybe he should have expected it but Hansol showed no signs of having heard him. To anybody outside the group he might have looked asleep but Wonwoo could easily spot the tension on his face and the way he was absently tapping an imaginary beat with his fingers against his thigh. 

Wonwoo crouched down next to him, entangling his fingers with Hansol’s to stop the nervous movement. At the touch Hansol sighed and opened his eyes, blinking blearily up at his hyung. His eyes seemed unfocused and he quickly looked down at their hands before Wonwoo could get a better look at his face.

“Hey, baby”, Wonwoo said quietly, moving into a crosslegged position next to the younger without letting go of him. “What’s going on with you today?”

Hansol shrugged, gripping Wonwoo’s hand more tightly. 

“You don’t know?”, Wonwoo questioned, a bit lost and unable to interpret what exactly Hansol wanted to tell him. Maybe the maknae didn’t know himself.

Hansol swallowed and licked his dry lips. “I don’t know”, he echoed, “I feel weird. Floaty. Everything is so hard today.”

Wonwoo hummed, lifting his other hand to feel Hansol’s forehead. He wasn’t particularly warm, just sweaty. A fever would have explained the symptoms easily enough but it seemed like that wasn’t the issue. 

“Everybody has hard days”, Wonwoo settled on saying, “do you think you might need to sit out of practice? Dancing while so distracted isn’t safe.”

He didn’t receive an answer. He wasn’t even sure if Hansol had heard him. Yeah, no more dancing for him. 

“Sit here, okay? Rest”, Wonwoo said, tapping Hansol’s wrist to get his attention again, “after practice I’m gonna have Jun take you home, okay?”

Technically they had a Hip Hop Team meeting after but Hansol desperately needed rest and he wouldn’t be helpful in his state. Mingyu and Wonwoo would be able to do it as two. They had to. The performance team was free after, hence Jun taking Hansol home to their dorm. Maybe they could get Dino to help them with their rap lyrics.

Hansol nodded.

When Wonwoo got up, he found the rest of the group staring at him in expectation. He just shook his head and walked over to his spot.

“From the top”, Hoshi announced, looking worried but determined to go on. 

💎

An hour later, they were taking another much-needed break. They were all running on fumes. This time, Seungkwan went over to check on Hansol, sitting down against the mirror next to him. Hansol, as soon as he noticed his best friend, leaned his head on the older’s shoulder. Seungkwan laid his cheek on top of Hansol’s head and closed his eyes too. They both looked exhausted and, yet, it was a sweet sight.

Wonwoo had sat down by the couch, eyes closed and leaning back against Mingyu’s legs, and Dino sprawled over his lap. Even Hoshi with his endless energy was laying down with his head against Woozi’s thigh, and Minghao, Jun and DK seemed to be trying to become one person, laying on top of one another. Joshua was on his back in the middle of the room, seemingly asleep.

It was quiet in the room, all of them just taking a moment to breathe and relax. So they all heard the small gasp echoing in the room, and the following stunned mumbling: “Shit, oh, oh, okay. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Wonwoo opened his eyes in time to see Woozi and Hoshi jumping up at the same time, colliding against one another and falling back down, and Jun pushing DK and Minghao off of himself. It was then that Wonwoo noticed where exactly the commotion had come from.

Seungkwan’s eyes, full of panic, locked onto Wonwoo’s. The vocalist’s shirt and sweatpants were covered in vomit, he himself looking stunned. Hansol, looking just as shocked as him, was crying and there was saliva and strands of throw up dangling from his lips. 

“Oh, Nonie”, Hoshi broke the shocked silence engulfing the room and rushed over to the maknaes, Wonwoo hot on his heels. He should have noticed earlier that Hansol’s spaciness wasn’t just Hansol having an off-day but sickness. However, the blame-game would have to wait.

“I don’t feel good”, Hansol sobbed as soon as Hoshi pulled him into his arms, away from Seungkwan who looked equal parts disgusted and worried. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay”, Hoshi comforted, rocking Hansol in his arms, “you’re just sick. It happens.”

He looked up at Wonwoo with wide eyes. Normally this would be the part where Seungcheol would take charge and Jeonghan would help out the sick member. Now…

“Junnie? Why don’t you take Seungkwan to the shower and help him get cleaned up?”, Woozi suggested loudly, coming over to them as well and placing a soft hand on Hansol’s shoulder. “Wonwoo, can you go wake Shua-hyung and get him and the other kids a ride home? They all need rest. Soonyoung and I got Hansollie.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea”, Jun said, reaching out his hands to help Seungkwan up. It was probably smart to have Seungkwan go with Jun. The dancer wasn’t phased by vomit and he would be able to keep Seungkwan distracted from his own worry.

“Yeah, let’s do that”, Wonwoo agreed.

💎

“Come on, love”, Hoshi mumbled into Hansol’s ear, “let’s go to the bathroom, okay?”

The shaking maknae in his arms whimpered a bit but nodded. Woozi sighed, feeling awful for him. Hansol was so ill and it hurt to see his whole body trembling. Yet he made no move to get up.

Woozi rubbed Hansol’s shoulder and asked: “Sollie, do you want me to carry you?”

There was definitely a risk of getting thrown up on and there was probably already puke on Hansol that would end up on Woozi's clothes but at that moment he couldn't care less.

Hansol turned to look at the producer with teary eyes and nodded. He looked so young, engulfed in Hoshi’s arms. 

Woozi turned around and soon he felt Hansol wrap his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his waist. The producer hooked his elbows under Hansol’s knees and with Hoshi helping him he stood up, Hansol snug on his back. When the maknae rested his head against Woozi’s neck, he felt unnaturally warm. He had seen Wonwoo feel the younger’s forehead earlier and realized that between then and now Hansol must have developed a fever after all. 

The poor young rapper really wasn’t doing well.

As they walked past the other members, all with worry written over their features, Hoshi just said: “Don’t worry about him. Take your time to rest too. You did well.”

They managed to make their way to the closest bathroom without any incidents but as soon as they sat Hansol down next to the toilet he leaned over and opened his mouth. Instantly more vomit poured into the toilet, dirtying the water. Woozi and Hoshi exchanged worried glances over the maknae’s head before Hoshi scooted closer to their miserable maknae and half-hugged him, whispering reassurances. Woozi noticed the way Hansol’s fingers seemed to seek purchase against the cold tiles, clearly in need of holding onto something. He took the younger’s hand in his, smoothing out the curled digits and rubbing soft circles on the back of Hansol’s hand with his thumb.

“Breathe”, Hoshi whispered, “you’re okay. Breathe.”

Luckily this round didn’t take long and soon enough Hansol was able to lean away from the toilet, basically slumping into Hoshi’s arms. 

“Do you want to … Hansollie, can you look at me for a moment?” Woozi interrupted himself half-way through his own question as he realized that the maknae was staring at something only he could see. His eyes were glazed with fever and it took Woozi gently tapping his cheek to get his attention. “Can you try to drink something?”

Woozi held up a water bottle that Hoshi had taken with them. Hansol blinked but didn’t react otherwise. 

“He’s really burning up”, Hoshi commented, feeling the younger’s forehead, cheeks and neck, “no wonder he is so spacey.”

“Should we … should we take him to the hospital?”, Woozi asked reluctantly. He was incredibly worried over the younger and he wasn’t sure that they could help him with the limited resources they had on the floor of a random bathroom at their company building.

“Not yet, I think.” Hoshi pressed a kiss to Hansol’s sweaty hair. “He hates hospitals and strangers prodding him nearly as much as you do. If he doesn’t get better with some fever reducers and antiemetics at the dorm, we can reevaluate.”

A knock on the bathroom door startled both of them, yet Hansol didn’t even seem to have heard.

“Hi, it’s me”, Wonwoo said, “I got some fresh clothes for Sollie and orders from the managers to get us back to the dorms asap.”

Woozi reached up and opened the door, revealing Wonwoo with his glasses a bit askew but a soft smile on his lips. It was a tight fit in the stall with already three fully grown men and there was no way Wonwoo would even fit half of his body in there with them. 

“Let’s get you into fresh clothes”, Woozi said to Hansol, though he was pretty sure that the younger didn’t really hear him. They managed to get him up and into the open space by the sinks where they had more room to help him.

With Hoshi supporting Hansol and Woozi and Wonwoo working on redressing Hansol, it was surprisingly easy to remove the stained clothing. Though Hansol had mostly thrown up on poor Seungkwan, there was a bit of vomit on his clothes as well. 

Some of it had indeed ended up on Woozi's clothes but Hoshi made quick work of wiping the stains away with a wet paper towel. It would suffice for now.

They had a van for themselves back to the dorms, the rest of the team having gone home with Joshua. Hansol fell asleep on Woozi’s shoulder basically the moment they had settled down. They were grateful for it, especially since the younger rapper normally had a tendency to get motion sick. Luckily he slept through the whole drive.

💎

Jun had just managed to get Seungkwan and Joshua to one couch and himself to the other when the door opened again, revealing Woozi, Wonwoo carrying Hansol, and Hoshi. 

The dancer had been incredibly worried about the young rapper all day, only momentarily distracted by his worry for Seungkwan. The youngest vocalist had really tried his best, feeling worried for his best friend, but when they had taken off his clothes he had given into his own nausea from being covered in vomit. Jun was glad he was asleep with Joshua now and they could focus on the sick maknae.

“Gimme”, he said without greeting, holding out his arms towards Wonwoo, who laughed softly and deposited Hansol on top of Jun, who instantly wrapped the younger into his arms. Having a half-asleep, sick maknae in his arms was always worrisome but it was cute really, the way Hansol nuzzled his face into Jun’s neck, sighing softly.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked, rubbing the younger’s back.

“Floaty”, Hansol mumbled. The next sound coming from him was a soft snore. 

“We need to keep an eye on his temperature”, Wonwoo said, sitting down on the TV table beside them. “Manager-noona says to call if his fever gets over 39.5°C, they’ll take him to the hospital.”

Jun hummed in agreement. Hospitals were never fun but he couldn’t deny that Hansol was like a furnace on him. 

“Where is the rest?”, Woozi asked, entering the living room again, trailed by Hoshi. Jun hadn’t even noticed them leaving.

“Spread over the different dorms”, Jun explained, watching in wonder as Woozi pulled various medications as well as a thermometer, fever patches and even a damp washcloth from his pockets. Hoshi placed an old towel on the floor - handing another one to Jun, who placed it under Hansol’s head on his shoulder just in case - and the designated puke bucket on the floor.

“Tea should be ready soon”, he said.

“Looks like we got ourselves sleepy maknaes and hyungs”, Wonwoo commented, raising an eyebrow.

Woozi shrugged. “Could be worse.”

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[babyleostuff]

˚ ༘♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

― the moment in which the seventeen members find out their significant other hid their injury from them

s.coups

first of all - the chance of cheol not knowing you got hurt is this big 🤏🏻 mans somehow knows everything when it comes to you, even if he’s overseas he. still. knows. he would be… i don’t want to say disappointed in you not telling him, because you’re still your own person and he cannot tell you what to do, but… he just cares about you so much, truly. the thought of you hurt or in pain without him knowing is heartbreaking to cheol. he’s a caretaker through and through, especially for his significant other - there’s nothing seungcheol wouldn’t do for them. at the same time, though, he feels so proud to have a partner that is so strong.

jeonghan

the second he finds out you got hurt or injured jeonghan becomes quite passive aggressive. he’s not necessarily angry with you, it’s just that… what wouldn’t you tell him? he’s your boyfriend, he’s supposed to be next to you and care for you when you need it. you do the same for him, so why would you push him away? hannie understands that sometimes you just need your space, and everyone is different when it comes to being sick and in pain, but he’d still be a bit hurt by you not telling him. at the end of the day, he’d try to talk to you, though, and explain why it was so important to him to know.

joshua

it’s not that he’s angry, more like disappointed (all that disappointment, though, doesn’t come from pettiness or anger, but care and love). he gets that people react differently to getting injured, but still - he’s your boyfriend, and a boyfriend that cares a lot at that. shua always respects all of your decisions, no matter what, but when you get hurt and don’t tell him… you might not see it as important enough, but to him, your well-being and comfort is all that matters. he can’t imagine how you must’ve felt going through all of that alone, and yes, he gets that that was what you wanted, but still. 

jun

tries his best not to show how it affects him, when he finds out about your injury, but fails miserably. jun is a bit disappointed that you didn’t tell him first things first, because he’d be more than happy to take care of you (and he’d have the perfect opportunity to be extra clingy). would be unusually pouty and whiny after, waddling after you at any given moment and asking you “why? why didn’t you tell him?”. was it because you didn’t trust him and his caretaker abilities, did you think it wasn’t big enough of a deal to tell him about, or maybe you saw your injury as a burden? he needs to know or else he won’t be able to fall asleep. 

hoshi

you don’t want to keep something as serious as an injury from soonyoung, because the second he finds out you got hurt AND didn’t think about telling him, he gives you the silent treatment + becomes so hard to deal with. he can be petty when he’s in a good mood, so imagine how he’d be behaving after finding out. hoshi gets so frustrated because why wouldn’t you tell him? it’s a whole ass injury, not a scratch, there’s nothing that could excuse you from not telling him. he’s aware he’s not the best with taking care of injuries, but that doesn’t matter he wouldn't do his absolute best. just… tell him next time. 

wonwoo

he can feel his eye twitch when he finds out about your injury. it gets even worse when you tell him it wasn’t that big of a deal and he shouldn't worry. immediate game over for jeon wonwoo. you might think he wouldn’t get as annoyed by it as other members who are more outwardly affectionate… WRONG + he doesn’t consider himself the overprotective type, ALSO WRONG. wonwoo is a man who lives for you and your comfort even if he doesn’t see that himself, so the fact that you didn’t bother to tell him about something as big as an literal injury??? JAIL!!! will cross his arms and stump his feet to make a point. 

woozi

he understands that for you it might be a small thing, your injury, that you don't see it as something important enough to tell him about, but… it’d still kind of hurt jihoon if you didn’t tell him? like, on one hand he’s so enchanted by you because you're so independent and strong and willing to go through your pain alone, but on second he’s your boyfriend. he might not be the most obvious with how he shows his love and physical touch and outward words of affirmation, but he still cares. a lot. he wants to take care of you, he wants to keep you warm and as comfy as he can, so please don’t brush off matters like that. 

dk

at first he’s very confused when he finds out that you got injured, because that can’t be true, right? you’d immediately tell him if you got hurt, 100%. but when seokmin realises that your injury was not a cruel joke he nearly cries. why, why on earth wouldn’t you tell him? and it crushes him so much - you, in pain, without him by your side to hold your hand through it all. he’s quite a mess afterwards, trying to gather his emotions. because he has to get through to you and try to explain how much it hurt him that you didn’t tell him. even if you refuse his help, he just needs to know, that’s all.

mingyu

there’s a hit of annoyance in gyu when he finds out that you got hurt and didn’t tell him. like… you’re well aware of how big of a caretaker mingyu is, and how important acts of service are for him, and yet you decide to hide the injury from him. why? he understands that a part of you might think of yourself as a burden, but he has told you numerous times how happy it makes him when you ask him for help, even with the smallest things. but you’re still pushing him away? it’s just - it’s so gut wrenching when he finds out that you had to suffer on your own and he didn’t know.

the8

huh, so you don’t believe in his healing abilities? hao becomes extremely petty, because no one’s better at being a certified nurse than him (not even a real nurse), and with you not telling him he feels like you don’t trust him enough to take care of you properly. he genuinely likes to take care of his loved ones, he doesn’t mind being the housewife, and he definitely doesn't think you’re a burden because of your injury, so why would you hide it? after he finds out he sits you down and has a talk with you - hao tries to explain his point of view and how it made him feel when you didn’t tell him, and why you shouldn’t hide things like that from him. 

seungkwan

gets so so so petty, oh my god. huh, so you, his girlfriend, didn’t tell him, your boyfriend, you got hurt? you just didn’t? yeah, not on boo seungkwan’s watch. why on earth wouldn’t you call him first things first? he’s your literal boyfriend, it’s his duty and privilege to take care of you, keep you warm and loved, no matter what. and he doesn’t want to hear that “but i don’t want to be a burden” shit, because you. are. not. and you could never be one. so you’re trying to tell him you were hurt and alone while he was living his best life? he’d make sure to talk to you and make you swear you’d tell him next time a situation like that would occur. 

vernon

on one hand he understands that you might not see the injury as something big enough to tell him, like - he has gotten hurt in the past and didn’t tell you either, but… it’d be nice if you did. vernon is not sure why he’s bothered by you not telling him, usually he’s very okay with most of your decisions, but a part of him is scared that the reason you hid the injury is because of you thinking he won’t care. yes, he might not be the best at taking care of people and prefers being the one taken care of, but you’re his partner and vernon will do anything he can to take the best care of you.

dino

his heart drops when he finds out you got injured and didn’t tell him. chan thrives on helping and taking care of his loved ones, he doesn’t care if he has to pull another all nighter just to make someone else happy - he does it with great joy. so when his partner, the apple of his eye, hides their injury from him? it hurts. it hurts deeply. there’s a part of him that feels betrayed, and he cannot help but think if you don’t trust him enough to care for you when you’re in need. chan knows that those thoughts and his reaction are a bit dramatic, but it’s the caretaker in him that just cannot live it down. 

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[lovelyhan]

— daylight ⟢

when hoshi first opened his eyes, the singular impulse hard-wired into his circuitry is to dance. a performer in every sense of the word, he simply finds another stage to set foot on in the planet of salax after the escape. people never overstay their welcome here, but he unexpectedly meets you—a mechanic born and raised in a place where no one deigns to linger for too long.

★ FEATURING; soonyoung x reader

★ WORD COUNT; 9k words

★ TAGS; automaton!hoshi, mechanic!reader, a bunch of stray kids members make appearances bc HA!, mentions of sex work, mutual pining? angst, smut (MINORS DNI)

★ WARNINGS; implied dubious consent (with hoshi and a character that isn't the mc), mentions of terminal illnesses and surgeries

★ NOTES; fun fact! this collab was 9 months in the making and i am cramming this on the very last day of my extension :D very unprofessional of me, but here it is! p.s. little side note that the chan that's constantly mentioned in the fic is bang chan, not lee chan!

this is part of @idyllic-ghost's svt sci-fi collab!

★ SMUT TAGS; robot sex, unprotected sex, first time together, they're just so desperate for each other yk

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★ SOONYOUNG TAGLIST; @ak6ko - @nikkell - @yoonzinoooo

100 years ago it was thought that the Earth, as we know it, would disintegrate. That the sun would implode and leave everything in darkness. Miraculously, it didn’t. Due to some external force, human scientists still haven’t agreed upon what it exactly was, none of the planets in our former solar system were ever destroyed.

The Earth, along with the other planets, were pushed away from each other, and ended up in different parts of the universe. Earth just happened to come to a solar system with alien life. At first, we were cautious, and people were prepared to fight.

However, the aliens were welcoming of our planet. Those of us who didn’t die from ‘The Great Journey’ or from trying to fight the aliens, were welcomed into the new solar system.

Soon enough, we had integrated completely, and we received materials and assistance from our sister-planets in exchange for human labor. What humans knew of technology was very limited, but with the resources of the aliens we created artificial life forms. We named these robots Automatons, and they served as workers when humans couldn’t.

Eventually, there was no need for human labor at all. To pay back for the help the aliens gave us, we used Automatons. With the extensive development of these robots, we eventually managed to create artificial sentient life. These Automatons were human-like in looks and had human consciousness, but they could not bleed and were stronger than we ever could be.

At the present time, there are even different levels of Automatons. Level 3 robots are the workers, level 2 robots are the caretakers, and level 1 robots are the celebrities—

“That’s enough telly for one day, don’tcha think?”

A frown tugs at your lips when you hear the familiar voice of your next-door neighbor who also makes a living out of trading tech junk in exchange for money. Han Jisung is a bit of an oddball—even by your planet’s standards, and everyone knows how strange the dwellers of Salax could be. If he was on Earth, he would’ve been ostracized as a complete loon, but unfortunately the stack of television monitors right outside his shop is your only source of entertainment these days. 

(Which might sound preposterous to some, since Salax is often dubbed as the planet of entertainment. Just not the kind you’re looking for.)

“Why are you even watching a documentary that’s nearly a decade old?” you huff, clutching a bag of tools you bought from the other side of town closer to your chest. “I thought you didn’t give a shit about Automaton celebrities—that Chan’s dancer trinity could outperform any machine?” 

“Now, Giz, no need to be so stingy,” Jisung chuckles and your eye twitches at the condescending nickname. “You know that's not why I’m watching this old thing.”

As if on cue, the only working screen in the sea of television static before you flickers from a scene of breathtaking idol performances to a closeup on a familiar Automaton who’s been burning up the stage since he first opened his eyes.

“Hoshi looked so sparkly when he debuted,” Jisung comments as the documentary continues to play. “Actually, they all did. Makes me wonder why those idols thought it’d be a good idea to break out of their facilities. Weren’t they treated like royalty back on Earth? What’s he doing in a dump like this?”

“Jisung,” you sigh. “Why’d you ask me to come here again?” 

“Oh. Right. I'll bring him into your lab, Giz.”

He calls you Giz because you’re known around these parts as someone who can fix any gadget and gizmo; every robot and Automaton that’s dropped into your care. It just so happens that, with the nature of his business, Jisung is the one who typically directs potential customers your way.

Which is what he’s doing right now. 

“Didn’t he already come in here last week? And the week before that?” Your neighbor grumbles as he helps your mutual friend Minho heft a powered down Automaton on the table in your lab. “It was Hyunjin who brought him the first time. Then Felix. Now you?”

“He’s a bot, what’d you expect?” Minho huffs. “They break down every now and again.”

“You break down every now and again too, but you don’t visit the doctor every week, no?” Jisung quips. “Idol bots really have no business wanderin’ into the galaxy’s red light district when they can’t handle the heat.”

“Jisung, shut up,” you apprehend him sharply, all while getting to work on the Automaton lying on your work table. “I can’t fix anything when you’re running your mouth too close to my ear.”

Your neighbor simply chuckles before patting Minho on the back. “Oh, yeah. You’ve gotta be in your handywoman element and everything. Well, Minho and I are gonna pop open some cold ones from your fridge—”

“No.

“—from my fridge while you work on that dying star over there,” Jisung makes it a point to cast the same robot he’d just been watching a documentary of a pitiful glance. “Seriously though, won’t Chan-hyung just consider selling him to me? Bet this guy’s parts would make a great fortune in the black market.”

“And how are you going to explain that you managed to turn up Hoshi of 53V3NT33N’s body parts without getting arrested?” Minho barks before yanking Jisung by the ear to the entrance of your lab. “Sorry about him, Y/N. He must be a pain in the ass to have as a neighbor.”

"You're a pain in the ass for constantly getting me to fix this guy, too,” you mumble as you start to unbutton Hoshi’s shirt to access the panel concealing the circuitry panel underneath his chest. “I’m all for saving what can still be saved, but maybe Jisung is onto something. Why aren’t you guys just chopping up his parts if he breaks down this often?” 

Jisung nods with a huff. “Can’t be good for business even if he used to be a famous idol, that’s for sure.”

The lab is silent apart from the whir of the machines mounted on your walls, and it’s this sullen atmosphere that makes Minho’s reply have all the more weight to it.

“You guys aren’t dancers. You wouldn’t be able to understand.”

The first time you met rogue idol Automaton Hoshi in his titanium-clad glory was during a rare night when Jisung coaxed you out of your lab to "have real fun for once". Your neighbor is easily one of the most overbearing people you know, so you simply tagged along for the sake of getting him to shut up more than anything else.

But when he droned on and on about this new recruit Minho managed to scour off the streets, you never expected that Jisung would be talking about a bot and not some fledgling dancer with little to his name.

Well, in retrospect, Hoshi is a dancer—a performer, even. Despite his group's intergalactic status as outlaws because of the simultaneous escape stunt they pulled several months ago, not a single soul in Salax wished to report his whereabouts to the concerned authorities.

Where the other bots from 53V3NT33N are, you haven't the slightest clue, but if your planet's natives have widely accepted Hoshi's presence even if he's been here for a month at most, who are you to dictate otherwise?

Passionate. That's the best word you can use to describe the way he dances. All the movements that his body makes are calculated, purposeful. Each roll of his hips, each snap of his limbs, every memorable expression that colors his face—the intensity of Hoshi's performance all bleeds into his passion for the art of dance.

In your many years of tending and tinkering with machines, this is probably the first time you wondered if a bot's creator infused part of his soul into the code. You know of a few Automatons that are being used as entertainers and even escorts for the lecherous visitors of Salax, yet none of them come as close to being human as Hoshi is in your book.

But on that same night, you managed to witness the polar end of the spectrum. The one where Hoshi's fiery passion crumbled into crippling anxiety. 

Automaton malfunctions aren't an uncommon occurrence here. The reason why not many Level 1 bots ever set foot on Salax is because the planet's electromagnetic fields mess with their delicate circuitry and sometimes even tamper with their code.

These Automatons are celebrities—meaning their parts are made out of sleek material to allow ease of movement and rid them of the rigid and bulky framework of infernal bots. But because of the flimsy hardware coupled with the harsh environment, you're not surprised to see an Automaton as intricately crafted as Hoshi break down in the middle of a performance.

He's a mess. The practiced choreography was seemingly wiped out of his programming as he convulsed on-stage, sparks flitting from the seams of his joints. The bar’s manager, Chan, was quick to bark out orders to bring Hoshi off the platform and just let the other dancers cover the rest of the routine. 

You thought the immediate recall of an obviously defected Automaton would mean he was done for. But then again, Salax is a place with little resources to burn. As long as a bot can still do its job, the owner will have it fixed time and time again until its artificial nervous system shuts down for good. 

That’s how Hoshi ended up in your lab the first time. 

There’s a childlike curiosity in his gaze when he wakes up after you check if all his wires are in place and if his code remains uncorrupted. It almost feels like seeing a baby open its eyes for the first time, but you know better than to associate human traits with something that’s anything but. 

“Horanghae,” Hoshi says without any real context as he bares his fingers at you, while Hyunjin, the dancer who brought him here alongside Jisung, groans in contempt.

“That’s the first thing he said when Chan-hyung booted him up too,” he sighs. “Is it like some starting screen sound effect or something? What does that even mean?”

As things stand, you don’t know either. But seeing that Hoshi isn’t glitching anymore makes a wave of relief wash over you in a rather unexpected way. While it isn’t the first time you’ve had to fix a humanoid robot, you don’t work much on machines that grin at you so wide, their eyes disappear.

Then again, there’s always room for firsts.

“Why’d you choose to go here after you escaped?”

You chose to ask Hoshi the question that’s been weighing on your mind despite having little to no reassurance of the ingenuity of his answer. You’re aware that though Automatons—especially Level 1’s—are sentient, you have zero background on their psychological makeup, the thought process behind their decisions, everything but the baseline components of their hardware. 

Hoshi hums for a moment, wincing when you accidentally nick one of the wires directly connected to the nerves on his thigh. “I dunno. I just wanted to dance.”

“Hm. And you thought you’d be able to do that here?” 

He nods as if it was a practiced response. Maybe it is. “Yeah. My old mechanic told me Salax is a place where all sorts of dancers flock together. I kinda wanted to go with Wonwoo when we all escaped, but…I wanted to dance even more.”

Whoever that mechanic was, they must’ve left out the part where your home planet is quite literally a den for one’s deepest, darkest desires. Dancers at clubs are just merely scratching the tip of the iceberg. The depravity of Salax’s denizens and visitors alike goes even further than that, but you suppose it’s not the right time to disillusion such an innocent bot so early in his new career.

After all, Chan’s club might be like any other salacious establishment out there, but from what you know about him through Minho and Jisung, he isn’t the type to just throw a clueless Automaton into becoming a nightly escort. You’ll let Hoshi live out his dream to keep dancing on whatever stage he sets his eyes on—even if that means he’ll start frequenting your lab for regular maintenance checkups.

“Where’s Jisung?” 

The question surprises you a little when Hoshi articulates it while you’re in the middle of tidying up your work table. Normally, he’d be out of the lab once you were done and whichever human dancer is chaperoning him for the day would pay for the services you rendered and they’d be on their merry way back to the main district. 

It’s completely out of character for him to ask questions. You weren’t even aware that he knew Jisung’s name, which makes you wonder…

Does he know yours? You’ve never really introduced yourself to the machines you end up tinkering with on your work table. 

Choosing not to dwell on it, you instead respond with, “Jisung is…at the hospital. He goes there every weekend.”

“Hospital,” Hoshi repeats the word as if it was something he’s only hearing about the first time. “My mechanic had to go to the hospital because she was sick one time. I didn’t see her for a while. Will Jisung be okay? Why is he in the hospital?”

You didn’t think sentient robots would have such a complex sense of self that they’re actually capable of empathy. It makes you stare at Hoshi, who’s staring back at you with a look asking for confirmation, and the unreadable expression on your face melts into soft laughter. 

Your reaction, however, confuses the Automaton a little. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. It’s just amusing for me that you care that much about someone who’s constantly threatening to disassemble your parts and sell them in the intergalactic black market.”

“Well, if he needs them, I don’t mind.”

“If you let Jisung do that, you wouldn’t be able to dance anymore,” you point out before locking your toolbox, casting him a pointed look. “Will you really be alright with that? Not being able to do the thing that brought you here in the first place?”

Hoshi’s face scrunches up for a moment—as if he’s taking his time to actually think about his answer. Another speck of amusement prickles your chest. He has such human mannerisms that if you didn’t constantly see what’s underneath the clothes the bar provides him with, you never would’ve thought he was a bot.

“It would suck, but… Automatons were made to serve the humans around us, weren’t we?” he wonders out loud. “If my purpose is to get chopped up for parts, then I don’t really have any qualms with that.”

“Your purpose was to entertain millions of people across the galaxy as an idol group,” you deadpan. “But here you are in Salax, light years away from the rest of your members. You can cut the moral bullshit, Hoshi. We’re all selfish degenerates here anyway.”

For the first time, his expression twists into a frown. “I’m afraid I don’t understand…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s not that much of a big deal.” You shake your head and at the same time, you hear the sound of someone rapping their knuckles on the door to your lab. “Oh, Felix is already here. Good luck with tonight’s show.” 

“You didn’t answer me.”

You can almost hear the pout in Hoshi’s voice, prompting you to cast him a sidelong glance. “Answer what?”

“Why is Jisung in the hospital?”

You let out your umpteenth sigh of the evening, opening the door to your lab to reveal a dressed-to-kill Felix that smiles and waves at the two of you.

“His older brother is sick and Jisung always goes to the hospital to take care of him on weekends,” you explain as simply as you could. “Does that finally sate your curiosity?” 

It takes him a few moments to process the information he’d just been told, but Hoshi eventually breaks into that familiar, eye-crinkling grin—clearly satisfied with your answer.

“It did. Thank you, Giz.”

Well, that’s not quite your name, but you suppose it’ll do.

For Hoshi’s next checkup, you immediately sense that something’s amiss.

Typically, the Automaton waltzes into your lab and hefts himself on your work table before you can even get a chance to say hello to both him and his assigned chaperone. Today, it’s Minho but unlike last week’s visit, Jisung is here to lighten up the atmosphere in his usual Jisung fashion. 

Though it’s not enough to conceal the obvious discombobulation your patient is currently experiencing.

“You two,” you call out, referring to the only other humans inside the lab. “Can you step out for a while? I’m gonna talk to Hoshi.”

Jisung, of course, is quick to initiate his rapid-fire questions. “What? Why would you need some alone time with a sexy bot, Giz? You’re not becoming one of those deranged mechanics who gets off with their Automatons, right?” 

“Quit yapping and just let her do her job,” Minho scolds before dragging Jisung out of the lab by the wrist. But he doesn’t leave before yelling over his shoulder. “Just call us when you’re done!”

When Minho pulls the door shut and the automatic locks come into place, you turn to Hoshi with an inquisitive look.

“What happened?” 

The question is met with a wince—as if you took out a cigarette and burned his silicone skin with the smoldering edge. Hoshi makes it a point to avoid your eyes, which only further confirms your theory that something is most definitely up.

“I…had my first client the other day.”

Ah.

While you haven’t personally dabbled in the services being offered by the red light district, you’ve been friends with Minho long enough to pick up on the basics. With how much attention Hoshi has been garnering for himself, it was only a matter of time before Chan would let him entertain their club’s regulars in a way that he was probably never taught as an idol.

After all, Level 1s are considered the purest of all the Automaton classes. You’ve always wondered what would happen if they were exposed to activities of the sexual kind, but from the uneasy look on Hoshi’s face, you’re afraid it might not have been a great first time.

“Do you…want to talk about it?” 

It feels a little silly, playing therapist for a literal machine. But the longer you serve as Hoshi’s regular mechanic here on Salax, the more you realize that things would be less stressful if you treated him just like you would treat any other human being out there.

He’s an Automaton—a robot—but because of the groundbreaking discovery of their ability to become sentient several decades ago,  you’re more than inclined to hear him out.

“The other dancers helped me prepare. Chan told me time and time again that I didn’t have to do it if I didn’t want to but…” He starts, voice coming out softer than you’re used to—more reserved. “I wanted to. I wanted to be of use to them. I knew that lots of our customers wished for me to become their escort, so I just repaid Chan’s kindness by doing my job.”

Your lips tug into a grimace. “You don’t look very pleased with the outcome though.”

Hoshi purses his lips and that alone is already an answer.

You don’t pester him any further than that. Instead, you quietly instruct him to take off his shirt and lie on the table like he always does. Hoshi complies surprisingly quickly—following your orders with clockwork precision. He’s in position merely ten seconds after you gave the word.

When you perform your regular examination beneath his chest plate, nothing seems out of turn. Part of you wants to check the circuitry inside his head just to make sure he’s doing alright up there. It’s been a while since Hoshi has been brought here because of a breakdown, so you haven’t bothered inspecting the wires beneath his artificial skull. You wonder if he even wants to—

“It felt good,” your patient tells you all of a sudden, nearly making you drop the tools you’re using to poke around inside his chest cavity. “I didn’t think it was possible for me to even feel that way, but I did.”

Composing yourself, you manage a small nod. “Okay. Did you enjoy it at least?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you want to do it again?”

“...With her? Not really.”

Hoshi falls silent for the next few minutes once more, which affords you all the silence you need to concentrate on what you’re doing. After closing his chest panel and lubricating the screws on his external joints, he was more or less in the clear. But from the way his uncharacteristic silence still persists, you know that he still has a couple more things on his mind.

“I didn’t like the way she said my name.” 

You glance at Hoshi with a quizzical look, implicitly asking him to elaborate, which he thankfully does in a heartbeat.

“When I was still with the rest of 53V3NT33N, the fans would call out my name and it always felt good. It felt euphoric, even,” he reminisces as he sits up on the table, dark eyes trained on the tiled floor. “But with my client…it was the first time I felt unnerved hearing it come from another person’s mouth. It’s like—like she only saw me as a thing to enjoy. Not someone she loves, like our fans love me.” 

The honesty in his words makes your heart sink. 

Turns out, ridding an Automaton of its figurative innocence isn’t so different from that of a real person. The glittering curiosity that’s always been present in Hoshi’s eyes is nowhere to be found and you feel a deep-seated anger pooling in the pit of your stomach at the knowledge.

“Can you give me a new one?”

Blinking the irritation out of your eyes, you stare at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“A new name,” Hoshi says softly. “I never really liked the name Hoshi. Our management just thought it would make for good business to base my image around tigers. What’s more is that this city has already tainted it for me.” 

The bitter laugh that follows his words has your chest aching with an emotion you can’t name. When was the last time you became this sad on a machine’s behalf, you wonder…

“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I’m not your boss or anything. If there’s anyone who has the right to give you a name, wouldn’t it be Chan?”

Hoshi shakes his head. “No. I want it to be you.”

Humans are already hard to figure out, but with each session you share with Hoshi, you learn that Automatons are even more so. He stares at you with such intense desperation in his eyes that you find it difficult to deny him. So, with a deep breath, you say the first name that pops into your head.

“How about...Soonyoung,” you breathe. “You are powerful because of your innocence and glory combined. It’s obvious in how you haven’t tapped out because of that less-than-stellar time with your first client.”

“Soonyoung…” he whispers under his breath, as if testing how the syllables would taste in his mouth. When the corners of his lips twitch into a smile, you know you’ve struck gold. “Did you just invent what the name means or…?”

“That’s for me to keep and for you to find out.” You shrug. “Well? Do you like your new name?” 

“It’s not just my name. It’s yours, too.”

“...That doesn’t really make a lot of sense.”

Soonyoung laughs. “You’re the one who gave it to me. So it belongs to you, too.”

I belong to you too, you can almost hear him say, but erase the idea from your brain before you can get any more silly thoughts. 

“Well, I think we should go. My sensors tell me that someone is very pissed off on the other side and I’m guessing that Jisung must’ve said something that annoyed Minho again.”

“For a robot, you’re pretty adept at picking up on human emotions,” you point out teasingly.

“Of course I am. I always want to appeal to the emotions of those around me, Y/N. Why do you think I dance my heart out every time I’m in the club?”

Oh. 

He does know your name after all.

That evening, you decided to tag along with the boys to the club—grabbing a table for Jisung and yourself as you watched tonight’s lineup of performers. Soonyoung, with his newfound confidence thanks to the name you bestowed upon him, looks just as breathtaking as he was in the prime of his idol years. You wouldn’t have thought he’d just had an unsavory encounter with a client with how brightly he grins at the audience.

He reminds you a little of daylight breaking through the horizon minutes after dawn—almost blinding in his brilliance, but too precious for you to miss out on.

“What’re you doing?” 

Soonyoung sounds a little annoyed when he glances over his shoulder. Your most loyal patient came in alone for the first time in months for his weekly maintenance check-up, but for some reason, his trusted mechanic is much more interested in something else.

You’re still tinkering with a portable hologram projector that wandered into Jisung’s weekly junk stash—one that your neighbor gave to you as a little plaything that’s been taking up most of your morning trying to figure out. 

“Give me a second,” you grumble as you attempt to salvage the inner workings of the worn out thing with a soldering iron. “I’ve only read about these things in books, and my old mentor said they usually contain the final messages of a ship captain whose spacecraft is about to get destroyed.” 

“That’s weirdly specific of you, don’t you think?” Soonyoung huffs. “Come on. I’ve got a client to meet in two hours and Hyunjin’s being really annoying with this new routine he came up with. I need to go back and practice as soon as I’m done here.” 

You let out a quiet laugh before giving up on the hologram projector. “Oh? Time sure flies, doesn’t it? I could’ve sworn you hated taking up clients just yesterday.” 

He whines. “It’s been half a year since I started doing that!”

“Like I said—time flies!”

Your sessions have grown shorter and shorter with each passing week. Every time you fine-tune Soonyoung’s circuitry, you observe that he’s become less prone to internal malfunctions. You didn’t think it was possible for a Level 1 Automaton to fully adapt to the frequency of the electromagnetic waves in Salax, but Soonyoung has surprised you time and time again. 

Now, he can go on for weeks without powering down to regain his energy. He’s as good as any dancer—both human and robot—can be, and you honestly consider telling him that he doesn’t really have to come in for his weekly check-ups anymore.

Soonyoung, however, doesn’t seem thrilled with the news. 

“What do you mean I don’t have to come here anymore?” He pouts.

“There’s nothing left for me to check, big guy,” you sigh as you seal his chest panel back up. “You’ve been stable for months now. I don’t even charge Chan for your check-ups anymore since everything is relatively normal.”

“But if I don’t get any check-ups, can I still come here?”

You make a face at him. “What for?”

“To hang out! Minho and Jisung do it all the time. Although Jisung always barges into the club uninvited and we have to stop Minho from beating him up…”

His invite perplexes you more than it flatters you because… You’ve never encountered any cases where an Automaton would willingly go out of its way to spend time with a human that doesn’t hold any sort of authority over it. 

They’re sentient, yes, but at the end of the day, those emotions that others trick themselves into believing that bots can feel are just a clever arrangement of ones and zeros. It’s easy to lose oneself into one’s own delusions when in need of a little company, but you know that you aren’t that desperate for companionship. 

It’s always just been you and the bots and other machines you fix for a living. Well, maybe Minho and Jisung when they’re not busy trying to piss each other off. You don’t need to hang out with Soonyoung. 

And yet…

“Fine,” you relent with little resistance, feigning nonchalance by fluttering back to the projector you’ve been trying to salvage. “Just don’t make too much of a racket or I’ll kick you out.”

Soonyoung beams at your agreement, tugging his shirt back on before shuffling towards you and embracing you from behind. The suddenness of the gesture obviously catches you by surprise. You nearly drop the portable holo projector, but Soonyoung’s reaction time is quite phenomenal. 

“Hey, don’t drop it. It’s already been through a lot.” 

Still unnerved by the feel of his beefy, synthetic arms wrapped around your frame, you glance at him warily. “You talk like it’s some sentient creature.”

“It is! Well, by some degree, I guess,” Soonyoung chuckles before flipping the thing over in his hand. “Machines are just like people too. If you listen close enough, you can hear what they want to tell you.”

“Uh-huh,” you drawl before disentangling yourself from his embrace before you could implode from embarrassment. If he notices just how flustered you are, he doesn’t show it. “What’s this thing trying to tell you then?”

“Its creator hid the switch inside the motherboard, but you’re damaging it with a soldering iron. You just need to look for it harder.” Soonyoung hands the gadget back to you with a warm smile. “Well, I’ve gotta go now. Hopefully, when I go hang out with you, that thing will already be fixed.” 

Soonyoung prances out of the lab with a skip to his step before you can even give your own input. When you hear the front door of your house click shut, you grab your toolbox with a withering sigh before trying a different approach to your current predicament.

To your chagrin, it’s just as Soonyoung said—the switch was hidden somewhere beneath the motherboard and you were able to witness a space cadet’s last five minutes of life. 

He talked about how much he missed home, how he wished he just died on Earth instead of being launched into space after the implosion of the sun of the first solar system. Then, he left a message for a woman that used to be his childhood sweetheart—saying that it was only a matter of time before they were reunited. Before you can glean any more information about the cadet, the feed was cut off and hologram flickered out. 

The entire experience leaves you dumbfounded for about five minutes. A hologram from over a hundred years ago just wound up in Jisung’s junk stash. What are the odds?

“Giz? Are you in here?”

Speaking of Jisung, the devil himself weasels his way into your lab just when you’re done tidying up your little experiment for today. You’re just about to tell him what you saw in the holo projector, but the look on his face makes you pause.

The cheerful, pain-in-the-ass neighbor of yours seems a little…exhausted. There are dark circles beneath his eyes, and his cheeks look a bit thinner than you remember. Jisung is the kind of person that rarely lets the things that bother him show on his face, so you’re a little concerned to see him in such a state right now.

“Jisung, what’s wrong?” 

He doesn’t even hesitate. “It’s Jieun… He’s—He needs a heart transplant. If he doesn’t get a replacement in eight weeks, he’ll die. I can’t handle that, Y/N. I can’t lose him. He’s the only family I’ve got left…”

You panic internally somewhat when Jisung starts rambling in front of you, tears streaking his face as the man who you thought was always a step ahead of everybody starts to crumble before you. You’re not expert in consoling people who direly need it, but you’re at least rational enough to lead him out of your stuffy lab and back to the comfort of your living room.

There, you give Jisung a glass of water and several minutes to catch his breath.

Once he calms down, he speaks.

“I’ve already outsourced a compatible donor,” he murmurs. “It should all be in the clear now, but the problem right now is money. The shitty healthcare system on this planet won’t greenlight any transplants unless everything is paid in full. I-I can’t come up with the money they want from me in less than two months.”

Fuck. He’s in a tight spot then. “Oh, Jisung…”

“But I’ve thought of a way that might work if you help me.”

You flash him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

Jisung’s throat bobs before letting out a shuddering breath. You only notice how bloodshot his eyes are when he leans closer to tell you about his so-called plan.

“Some intergalactic guards have been spotted around the main district lately. Word from the street is that they’re still searching for the other members of that idol group that escaped Earth and that a generous reward would be given to everyone who’ll cooperate,” he whispers conspiratorially, and from those few sentences alone, you’re already dreading what he’s planning. “If I lead them to Hoshi, I should be able to raise enough money for Jieun’s surgery. Enough that I can even split the reward between the two of us!”

“No,” you tell him sharply. “You’re not going to sell out Soo—Hoshi like that. He practically lives here already.”

“He’s just a fucking bot, Giz,” Jisung snaps. “The worst they’ll do if they catch him is give him time out for a few days until he’s back to being the idol that everyone knows and loves. If I don’t get the money I need for my brother’s transplant, he’s going to die.”

You hold Jisung’s intense stare despite not having a good enough comeback. He’s right. Soonyoung isn’t even supposed to be here at all. And if surrendering him to the cops meant Jisung would have the means to help his brother survive, the only logical thing to do is give him a hand.

But then you remember the way Soonyoung’s eyes disappear behind the widest of grins whenever he’s enjoying himself. How he trusted you enough to confide in his troubles during his first client booking, the way his eyes sparkled when you first called him Soonyoung—

It’s not just my name. It’s yours, too.

“I can’t help you, Jisung,” you murmur. “If you’re going to go about the situation like this, I can’t help you. I’m sorry.”

Your neighbor and long-time friend nods once, twice before getting up from your couch. Guilt bites into your chest as Jisung leads himself to the front door, and you could’ve sworn your heart sank into your stomach when he closes it behind him.

In the ear-splitting silence, you wonder if there’s any way to save someone without sacrificing anybody else.

While it’s true that you’ve never taken up the type of entertainment that Salax is famous for, that doesn’t mean you’re completely unaware of what goes on during those sorts of transactions.

Despite himself, Minho can be a bit of a chatterbox especially when he’s had one drink too many. There was a time when he told you about how he was booked for the night by a married couple and they edged him until he was in tears on the mattress. Then, he proceeded to share that he was quite literally incapacitated for days because the wife had exceptional skill with her strap-ons. 

You don’t really hear these kinds of stories from Soonyoung. The possible reasons are 1.) Automatons don’t have a sense of gossip and see no benefit in sharing the gritty details of their sex lives, and 2.) He just doesn’t see you as someone worth telling said gritty details about.

The second possibility gnaws at you more than it should. You don’t really care about Soonyoung’s nightly escapades. You’re just his mechanic. As long as he doesn’t fuck himself up like he used to when he first started working at the club, you’ll have no complaints.

But after a late-night grocery store run, you unknowingly run into Soonyoung and someone who you presume to be one of his clients. They’re right outside the building of Chan’s club, and Soonyoung is obviously romancing the woman who paid for his company that night by caging her against the wall, whispering something in her ear with a sordid smirk.

You’ve never seen him like this. Whenever he’s with you, Soonyoung’s all too-wide smiles and unprovoked hugs. The more he hangs out with you during his free time, the more difficult it is for you to picture him as that seductive dancer that has charmed everyone who’s anyone on Salax.

Part of you—an irrational part of you—wants to hide him away from the rest of the world. But then you remember you’re just his mechanic and that it would be weird to be feeling this way about an Automaton, of all things.

You manage to brush off the scene you witnessed for a few weeks. Soonyoung still shows up at your house to watch a few movies or help you fix some other bots that come into the shop. He’s excellent company because his robot-to-robot communication skills make your job easier than it used to be.

Until one night, he snuggles up to you on the couch a little too closely—your heart beating a little too fast at the close proximity.

“I don’t get why she has to give up her tail for a man,” he murmurs from where his chin is propped on top of your shoulder, pulling you closer to him whether he knows it or not. “Aren’t there any other mermen that Ariel could just get with?”

“That’s what makes the story interesting, Soonie,” you chuckle, trying not to melt in his embrace despite knowing that the heat of his body is all artificial. “She’s sacrificing everything for love. It’s all part of the human experience.”

Soonyoung scoffs at that. “But Ariel’s a mermaid.” 

“Just shut up and watch the movie.”

Ever the obedient bot, your current company does as he’s told until the credits start rolling and you have to get up to rid yourself of a crick in your neck. You’ve been in the same position for over two hours, having forgotten that Automatons don’t need to move around to get comfortable in their seats. Oversight on your part, really.

But before you can even attempt to crawl out of Soonyoung’s secure embrace, he tugs you back down—forcing you to face him with a puzzled expression.

“I’m gonna get some water,” you tell him. “Let me go, clingy robot.”

He doesn’t budge. Soonyoung simply pins you in place with his firm grip and the heat of his stare, and it takes you a few moments to realize that he’s looking at you the same way he looked at that woman outside of Chan’s club a few nights ago.

“You saw me while I was working, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

You swallow thickly. “W-Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I accidentally introduced myself with the name you gave me,” Soonyoung sighs, lower lip swelling into a pout. “I always go by Hoshi at work, but we’d just finished watching Pocahontas together before I timed in that night.”

“Soonyoung,” you address him warily, unsure of where you should place yourself in this situation. “What are you going on about? That name is yours.”

“And I told you that it’s yours as well, didn’t I?” His laughter is a soft noise that tickles the back of your neck, making gooseflesh prickle the skin of your arms. 

“I’m yours.”

His words make a steady buzz resound in your head, making you second guess if any of this is even real. Did you drink too many pints of beer and are currently hallucinating a Soonyoung that might feel the same way you do about him? That’s not right. Jisung already emptied your fridge of alcoholic beverages months ago and you haven’t bought any new packs since.

But if you’re not intoxicated, why in the world is an Automaton speaking to you as if he’s confessing feelings he doesn’t even have?

“You’re just hung up on the movie, you bucket of bolts,” you grumble, trying to push him off of you to no avail. Fuck. This is all very much real then. “Soonyoung, I’m not playing around.”

“Neither am I,” he whispers. When he leans closer, you don’t feel his breath on your face, don’t hear his heart thundering in his chest because he isn’t human. 

He isn’t human, yet why doesn’t that stop you from wanting him anyway?

“Tell me to get up and leave if you want me to stop,” Soonyoung proposes with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you alone for good.”

You want him—you want him so fucking bad, it feels like a disease.

“Why’re you only coming for me with this now?” you whisper. “What prompted it?”

The handsome Automaton laughs quietly, caressing your face so delicately, you wonder if he learned to practice it from the countless clients he’s entertained. “I think I’ve always been a little attached to you since I first woke up after breaking down. You’re the one who cured my anxiety, Y/N. It’s only natural for me to feel drawn to you.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” 

“Heh. Fine. Maybe it’s because Ariel inspired me to be a little more like her—to sacrifice everything love.”

…Love? 

Soonyoung loves you? 

It doesn’t make sense. He isn’t supposed to love. Automatons are sentient, but they aren’t capable of a full spectrum of emotions. The mere prospect of it goes against everything you’ve been taught ever since you decided that you wanted to become a mechanic.

But from the way Soonyoung is looking at you alone, you remind yourself that every now and again, there are outliers to all the facts printed on every Automaton textbook you’ve buried your nose in. 

Rationality is your enemy at this point, and you toss all of it to the wind when you yank the front of Soonyoung’s shirt—mending your lips into a kiss that shouldn’t feel as good as it does. His mouth is soft on top of yours, and he moves to the cadence you’ve set so languidly, it almost feels fluid. You gasp into his mouth when Soonyoung curls an arm around your waist, pressing you as close to him as humanly possible.

“Soonyoung,” you whisper. “Want you.” 

He pulls away for a second—not even looking a fraction of how disheveled you are from a single kiss. “Are you sure?” 

The concern in his tone sends a rush straight through your skull. What kind of algorithm allows for an Automaton to express that kind of emotion on its own accord? Are the other idols that escaped with him the same way? You find out that you don’t really know the answers to these questions right now—nor do you want to know.

What you want is for him to be so deep inside you, you’ll feel him for days.

You yank him down for another kiss all while you desperately rid yourself of your once-comfortable and now-stifling clothes. They come off one by one until they’re but a heap on the floor and Soonyoung has the gall to chuckle at your impatience.

“If you wanted me this much, you should’ve just told me sooner,” he whispers, peppering your face with featherlight kisses. “I think I’ve had enough practice to be a good enough lover for you.”

“Mention that so-called practice again and I’ll deactivate your nervous system,” you growl and Soonyoung responds by trailing his mouth across your neck—suckling at the skin above your pulse with a conniving grin. 

Just like any other humanoid Level 1, Soonyoung is soft in all places humans should be. His lips, his skin—everything. While the physics that surrounded an Automaton’s male genitalia are out of your scope of expertise, it’s infinitesimally interesting to know that their cocks work the exact same way as a human’s. Even if there’s no blood coursing through his non-existent veins, Soonyoung still gets hard with just the right stimulus. 

That stimulus being the swell of your breasts because he hasn’t parted from them since he started suckling on the sensitive flesh five minutes ago.

“Soonie,” you whimper, grinding your sopping core against his thigh. “More. Give me more.”

He laughs—a breathless little sound before his gaze flickers up to you so lovingly, it almost hurts. “I thought I was the impatient one between the two of us.”

“Just shut up and fuck me, please.” 

The raw desire in your plea makes the smile disappear from his face. When Soonyoung presses his forehead against yours, his gaze sears into your own so intensely, you’ll still be able to see him with your eyes closed.

“I never thought I’d ever get to hear you beg for me,” he admits, adjusting himself on the couch for your comfort. “I want to hear it again.”

Your Automaton lover doesn’t give you any forewarning that he’ll be pushing the head of his cock inside you. You’re simply greeted by the welcome intrusion of him parting your slick walls—little to no preparation needed because of how much you’re dripping onto the cushions. Soonyoung hisses between his teeth, a ravenous look that you’ve never seen sitting on his face, which has you clamping down deliciously against his length.

“Do you feel it?” he murmurs, sinking inch by fucking inch into you. “Do you feel me inside you?”

You feel him everywhere. All of your senses are overloaded with him, him, him. Right now, he isn’t Hoshi from 53V3NT33N or Hoshi, the rising star of the red light district.

He’s Soonyoung. Your precious, irreplaceable Soonyoung.

“Yes,” you moan out loud, fucking your hips back onto his to generate the friction you so direly needed. “Deeper, Soonyoung. Want you deeper.”

And he gives you just that. 

Soonyoung pistons his hips with practiced ease, not a single pant to be heard from him as his cock plunges in and out of your wet heat. You pull him into your embrace like you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you don’t hold onto him tightly enough and your lover quickly picks up on the message—wrapping his strong arms around you as he mercilessly pounds you into the sofa.

Every word you know eludes you as the mind-numbing pleasure frazzles your brain. You can’t even articulate how good it feels to have him ram into you like he wants to leave his mark inside your body forever. You’ve never had sex this toe-curling, and it’s a little pitiful to make that discovery when the one who’s fucking you to an inch of your life isn’t even human.

But that’s what makes it feel right in the midst of its wrongness. 

When you come apart on his cock the first time, it makes you wonder if that’s what it feels like to fall from grace. The creeping high leading up to your release as you free-fall into oblivion should’ve been daunting, but all that sings in your veins is pure ecstasy as Soonyoung fucks you through your orgasm. 

He leans down to capture your lips, devouring your mouth in a way that only means he’s staking his claim. It’s a kiss that bruises—a kiss that persists. And you barely hear yourself scream his name into his mouth when you finally come down from bliss.

Just when you thought you could finally let yourself breathe, Soonyoung gently turns you around on the couch—forcing your back into an arch as he props you up by the knees. Still disoriented from your last orgasm, you don’t immediately process what he’s trying to do until you feel the hardness of his cock nudging against the ridge of your ass.

That’s when you remember that Automatons do not get tired. 

Fuck.

“You better be ready for me,” Soonyoung chuckles into your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 

“If you want me, you’re getting all of me.”

In the aftermath, you let yourself look at Soonyoung even with your eyes streaked with tears. He’s smiling at you like you’re the most precious thing in all the galaxies combined and you’re too fucked out to not melt into his embrace when he engulfs you in the heat of his arms.

You love him, you think. 

Loving a machine that shouldn’t be capable of love is contradictory in every sense of the word. He’s a complete softie whenever he hangs out with you, but would pass as a predator when he’s with his clients. He’s a bot that loves to dance, but would give that up in a heartbeat if others needed him for another purpose. 

Then again the lines have started to blur considerably since Soonyoung started fucking you into incoherence. Pain and pleasure, human and not human, love and lust—

“I love you,” you murmur, only half conscious as Soonyoung carries you to your bed. “Soonyoung, I love you…”

A soft laugh rumbles deep in his chest as he tucks you in—replacing the warmth of his body with the comfort of your blanket. You frown at the sudden change, but he’s tired you out too much for you to hold up any sort of protest. 

As he stands before the doorway, you manage to wrench your eyes open just a tad—enough to see the ray of sunshine standing before you with a loving look on his face. He even does that little pose with his fingers clenched like a tiger’s claws—the one he did when he opened his eyes after you managed to fix him the first time.

Horanghae… That’s what he called it, right?

You’re too exhausted to notice the pained undertones that lurk beneath Soonyoung’s smile, but perhaps it’s something that you can deal with once morning comes. 

If he’s still there at all.

“That took you a while.”

Jisung’s voice is clipped when Soonyoung emerges from your house with an indifferent look on his face. Standing right behind him are a bunch of familiar faces—namely 53V3NT33N’s main manager along with a handful of guards that used to keep them tightly locked up back in their main facility on Earth.

He never thought he’d have to see them again.

“If I’m leaving this place for good, I’m not going to go without giving her something to remember me by,” Soonyoung grumbles, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweats as he rejoins his former colleagues. “Is it true? You’ll give Jisung enough money for his brother’s transplant if I come back?”

His manager nods once. “Positive. The reward money will be doubled since you returned without resistance. But I cannot guarantee the degree of the punishment you’ll be facing because of your escape.” 

Right. Of course there’ll be consequences for his own actions. But Soonyoung is just glad that he got to have you at least once in his robotic life before he has to turn himself back in.

“Jisung,” Soonyoung—no, Hoshi calls out. “Can you promise to take care of her? If you don’t, I’ll personally fly back here to kill you with my own two hands.”

“Hoshi,” one of the guards grunts behind him, shoving his back with a warning glare. “No violence. Even minor threats like that will make your sentence even heavier.”

He doesn’t care. Not really.

“Just give the man his money and let’s go,” he grumbles, forcing himself to turn away from the direction of your house before his code malfunctions and he ends up bolting back inside. 

His manager nods before one of the assistants presents Jisung with a suitcase full of enough wads of cash to fund his brother’s surgery and more. There’s a look on your neighbor’s face that Hoshi can only identify as regret, but there’s really no use for that now.

Even if Jisung didn’t need the money from turning over a rogue Automaton, Hoshi still would’ve surrendered eventually. When word got around that his hunters had finally tracked him down to Salax, he already knew his days were numbered. 

But despite knowing all that, it doesn't stop him from wishing he had more time.

When daylight comes and the sun lights up the darkness of your room, you squint at how bright it shines even through the curtains. You’re sore all over and it only takes a single glance at your body to realize that maybe having multiple rounds of sex with a tireless Automaton wasn’t one of the best choices you’ve made in your life. 

That, and you’re going to have to give Soonyoung a very long lecture about the physiological differences between his body and yours. And that leaving without waking you up is a major foul when it comes to sleeping with someone you care about.

Right after freshening up and soothing every bit of tender flesh, you go about your day like usual—doing chores, checking if Jisung is home (he’s not), and holing yourself up in your lab to work on a few projects you’ve been procrastinating long enough. 

But just when you’re about to bust open your toolbox, you notice a familiar gadget sitting on top of your work table. The same work table that you could’ve sworn you made sure to clear out the previous evening.

It’s another portable hologram projector—one that looks exactly like the old artifact you managed to revive thanks to Soonyoung’s intervention. This one looks less shabby than the one Jisung gave you back then, and you realize that there’s a note stuck to the bottom.

The switch is right beneath the motherboard. Don’t forget! - S

Huh. That guy had the time to put together a hologram for you, but he couldn’t be bothered to wake you up before he left? The nerve of some Automatons, really…

None the wiser about your newfound lover’s actual whereabouts, you followed the instructions Soonyoung whispered into your ear several months ago before letting it play.

⟢ end notes: yay you're at the end of it! thank you so much for reading <3 thank you so so much to bee for being big-brained enough to put this collab together. i've always wanted to 1.) write a sci-fi fic and 2.) write more for soonyoung so this opportunity was a good avenue for both <3 i'm just bummed bc i procrastinated this for too long and kind of ended up with a subpar fic, but !! i still kinda enjoyed building the world around soonyoung and yn and their friends :') in another life, i would've fleshed this out properly, but for now, i'll leave you all with this! do check out the other fics in the collab bc it will definitely expand on this massive universe that we all worked hard to put together <3

this is part of @idyllic-ghost's svt sci-fi collab!

[darl-ingfics]

Hiiiiii~ could I request a SVT (Dino) cold/snz fic, if you're okay with that? And could you make Seungkwan the caretaker?? Thank youuuu so muchhhhh!!

Hi anon!!! Thank you so much for the request! I had a lot of fun with it once I got rolling, and I sincerely hope you enjoy!!!

Shower Sniffles

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Dino (cold)

Caregiver(s): Seungkwan (with a little Hoshi, Woozi, and Jun)

Word Count: 1,368

“Dino? Dino? CHAN!” 

The dancer opened his eyes with a start, looking around, fully disoriented. He was in the practice room. Soonyoung was kneeling next to him. When had he fallen asleep?

“You good, bro?” Soonyoung asked, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the concern in his eyes.

Chan nodded, blinking a few times to wake up. “Yeah. Just… tired I guess.” He chuckled. “Didn’t even realize I fell asleep.”

Soonyoung laughed too. “You want to call it a day? We’ve been here for…” He turned to his watch. 

Chan shook his head. “No. I want to get this choreo done.” Soonyoung looked at him skeptically. “Come on, hyung, we can crank this out. I’m okay, I promise.”

Chan was singing a very different tune as the two of them departed from the dance studio an hour and a half later. After falling asleep during their water break, an aura of fatigue had been clinging onto Chan, slowly his thoughts. Even as his body continued to move fluidly, effortlessly, his brain felt like it was on autopilot, sifting through waves of fog. Maybe he was just really, really tired. Maybe he should’ve agreed to stop dancing when it was offered. But he hadn’t, and now he was both mentally exhausted AND physically sore. 

At least Soonyoung had cuddled him the whole drive home. That had been lovely. 

As soon as they arrived back, Chan made his way to the shower, hoping the hot water would help relax his muscles. Not two seconds after he’d stepped under the steaming water, there was a knock at the door before the outline of someone’s head popped in.

“Whose in here?” Jihoon’s voice asked. 

“Dino!” “Mind if I brush my teeth?”

“Go for it.” His breath hitched suddenly, and he bent forward with a desperate, “Ht’che!” 

“You good, bro?,” Jihoon asked around his toothbrush.

“Yeah.” Chan sniffled, shaking his head to clear it. “Steam got to me.” 

“Well be careful.” Jihoon’s words were no less concerned despite still being interpreted around his toothbrush. “We don’t need anyone else slipping in there.” 

Chan laughed, instantly transported back to the night they’d all panicked that Seokmin had given himself a concussion. “I’ll be careful, hyung.” 

A statement that turned out much easier said than done. Even after Jihoon had bid Chan ‘goodnight’ and left the bathroom, the dancer couldn’t get his sinuses to cooperate. Maybe the steam really had gotten to him, as Chan found himself sneezing periodically as he rushed (carefully) to get out of the slippery tub. But if it was the steam, why was he feeling more and more congested every second? Shouldn’t he be feeling the opposite? Chan decided to worry about that later, and finish washing up. 

When Chan finally stepped out of shower, the cold air hit him like a train. As he wrapped his towel around himself, a shiver snaked up his spine, prompting two more sneezes. 

“Bless you, sweetheart,” Jun sing-songed as he breezed through the door, immediately walking to the sink. 

Chan sneezed a third time, stumbling forward.

Jun blinked in surprise, turning around. “You good, Channie?” Chan nodded. Jun’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sure?” The older dancer’s hands had grasped the younger’s shoulders as he swayed slightly. Jun brushed a hand against his forehead. Not terribly warm, but…

Chan crumbled. He could never lie to Junhei. “No.” He sniffled, rubbing at his nose. “Please don’t tell Jeonghan.”

Jun chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down Chan’s bare arms. “Wouldn’t dream of it. As long as you take some meds and go right to bed.” 

“Aye aye, captain,” Chan replied, waiting obediently as the elder man reached into the cabinet for said medicine. “This really snuck up on me.”

“Well, then that means you can sneak right back if you play your cards right.” Jun handed over the tiny cup of amber liquid, and Chan shot it back with little complaint. 

He only grimaced a little bit. “That didn’t make a lot of sense, hyung.”

Jun shrugged. “I’m not here to make sense. I’m here to make dollars.” 

“Okay. Love you.” Chan blew Jun a kiss, which the elder happily returned, before moving off towards his room. 

When Chan entered his room, he found Seungkwan sitting on his bed. “What are you doing here?”

Seungkwan looked up at him with the sweetest, sincerest puppy dog eyes. “Cuddles?”

“Not sure I’m the best candidate for that right now. Think I might be getting sick.” He sniffled immediately after, proving his point. 

Seungkwan shrugged. “All the more reason for snuggling then.” Chan shrugged in acquiescence. He moved to walk to the other side of the bed, pausing to sneeze twice, face buried in his hands. “Oh, baby.”

“Oh baby’s right,” Chan groaned, pulling his coziest pair of pajama pants from the dresser. Seungkwan hopped up, digging through Chan’s sweaters and pulling out his warmest hoodie, holding it out helpfully. Chan smiled, accepting the clothing, and turning around to get changed. Sure, they’d changed in front of each other plenty of times, but he didn’t feel good, dammit. And Seungkwan, bless his soul, immediately turned around to give Chan this bit of privacy, moving back to the bed where his laptop was waiting. 

Once dressed, Chan spun on his heels to address his friend again, immediately interrupted by another sharp itch in his nose. “He’tche! Etschu!” 

Seungkwan pouted. “Bless you.”

“Ugh.” Chan sniffled, rubbing his sleeve under his nose, too over it to feel gross. “I’m so tired of this.” He shuffled to the bed and collapsed next to Seungkwan, earning a laugh and a pat on the head from the vocalist. 

“Well buckle up, buttercup, cause it’s gonna get worse before it gets better,” Seungkwan replied as he opened his laptop and set it up on his legs. He pulled Chan into his side, and the dancer happily melted into the embrace, head resting on Seungkwan’s chest. 

Chan sniffled again. He nodded towards the side table. “Could you…?”

“On it.” Seungkwan placed the tissue box from the nightstand on Chan’s lap.

“Thanks.” Pulling away from Seungkwan, Chan blew his nose, hating how congested he still felt regardless. He collapsed back into Seungkwan with an annoyed groan. 

“You weren’t like this an hour ago.”

“I think the shower screwed me over.”

“Have you taken anything?”

Chan nodded. “Junnie-hyung made me take some Nyquil in exchange for not telling Hannie.” He snagged another tissue from the box, holding it against his nose, which was running more than he appreciated. 

Seungkwan snorted. “Hannie’s gonna find out.”

Chan glared up at him through his lashes. “No he’s not.”

“Oh, he is.”

“You’re not gonna tell him!”

“I don’t need to.”

Chan’s forehead creased. “Then how…” Without warning, Seungkwan tapped the bridge of his nose, and Chan was suddenly very glad he was already holding that tissue as he immediately sneezed three times and would’ve had zero time to cover otherwise. “What the FUCK!?”

“That’s how, dummy.” Seungkwan laughed despite Chan’s obvious pout. 

“You’re so mean,” Chan huffed. “I can’t wait to get you sick and then we’ll see whose laughing.”

Seungkwan, ironically, laughed at Chan’s threats. “Sure, sure, Channie-bug.”

“I mean it.” 

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“If I believed that, I wouldn’t be in here right now. I would’ve left as soon as I made sure you got in bed.”

Chan paused, lips pursing together. “Did Jihoon put you up to this?”

Seungkwan shrugged. “That’s a strong word. Jihoon suggested I come and check on you. The cuddling was all my idea. He was nervous about you sneezing in the shower.” 

Chan rolled his eyes. “Seokmin almost gets a concussion one time…”

“And we have to pay the price for it for eternity.” Seungkwan kissed the top of Chan’s head, as if bringing an end to the conversation. “Now, I’m turning on a movie, and you’re going to sleep.” He pulled Chan back against his side, one hand wrapping up around the younger man’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. 

Chan sniffled. “And you’re a hundred percent sure you’re not worried about getting sick?”

Seungkwan’s smile was heart melting. “Cross my heart, bug. Cross my heart.”

[fics4you]

Hii!! Since you write for Seventeen can I request a SVT Dino snz fic with either Hoshi or Seungkwan as caretaker?? Thank youuuuu!!

Sickie: Dino

Caretaker: Seungkwan and Hoshi

Hello everyone! It has been a hot minute since I've updated. I've been crazy busy lately. But I'm back and will hopefully be more regular with updates.

Chan sighed in annoyance as he stared at his phone. It was the fourth day in a row of high pollen count, but tomorrow was supposed to be the worst.

The past few days he had suffered through an itchy nose, an unending sinus headache, swollen eyes and sneezing, and tomorrow was going to be the worst. He glanced over the count once more as he shut his phone off and curled up in bed.

The next morning he woke up to Seungkwan shaking his shoulder, "Chan, sorry to wake you up, but apparently a few of us got scheduled on a variety show, but no one told us" Chan sniffled, and rubbed his nose, "okay hyung, I'm coming" he covered his head with the blankets, "het-chhu! Httchuh etchU!"

"bless! Are you alright?"

"my allergies are killing me. My nose, eyes, and throat are all so itchy"

"do you need to take the day off? Maybe we can get one of the others to go instead"

"no. I'll be okay"

"do you need allergy medicine?"

"it makes me really tired, so I'll only take it if I absolutely need to"

"I'm sorry kid, hopefully it will be quick."

Seungkwan, Chan and Soonyoung were the ones chosen, Chan was grateful to have the two of them because with their energetic personalities,it would be easier to hide behind.

Upon arrival at the filming location Chan was filled with dread when they informed the group they would be filming outdoors.

Chan could barely breathe through his nose without needing to sneeze. He blew his nose for the last time before the camera started rolling.

The first ten minutes of filming went okay, but then the maknae felt a tickle blossom in the back of his nose. He sniffled and rubbed his nose, but it didn't help, he turned away from the camera, "hktchu Ehh-ktchu ktch-cHU"

"bless you" as the maknae sniffled Soonyoung passed a few tissues to Chan, who shot him a grateful look, once he cleaned his face up he turned back to the camera, his eyes were watering and he knew he would need to sneeze again. "C-hh- can we pause for a second-" Chdn barely gasped before he moved away from the others, "hktchu Ehh-ktchu ktch-cHU hhtchhu eht-chu hktchhu eht-chhU etChu hh,-Ktchu" Seungkwan and Soonyoung quickly rushed over to the maknae, Seungkwan gently rubbed Chan's back. "Can you breathe for me?" Chan sniffled and took a shaky breath, letting out an itchy cough. "Sorry guys"

"it's okay Chan, Soonyoung hyung is trying to get the manager to let us go home" Soonyoung returned giving a thumbs up to Soonyoung, "let's get you home" Chan was so grateful. The car ride home was miserable, he was sneezing into the already soiled tissues and wiping his itchy eyes.

As soon as they got home he took his allergy medicine and lay down, putting a cool cloth over his eyes.

Sorry if it's not great I'm just trying to get back to posting

[obsessedwithkpopfics]

Sickie: Woozi

Caretaker: Hoshi

Hoshi p.o.v

It wasn't often that Woozi was this bad at dancing. Yes, it sounds horrible, but I don't know how else to describe it. It was like he lost all sense of rhythm overnight. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who noticed though because halfway through our practice Chan stopped, "Jihoon hyung, focus!" Woozi didn't even seem to notice he was being spoken to. He continued to stare at the wall as if he was waiting for something to happen. I went over to him, "Jihoon!" I tapped his shoulder. He flinched, and I mentally noted how strange he was acting. He glanced at me, "What's going on? Your moves are so off today." He mumbled an apology. "It's okay, just try and focus better." It seemed like my words weren't going through to him. I looked around at Chan, trying to explain the situation to him. He looked just as confused as I did. "Okay, let's just take a break, everyone take 5."

Woozi p.o.v

Ever since I woke up, I knew it wasn't gonna be a good day though I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. My head felt stuffy and it seemed difficult to keep my eyes open. Well, I still had to go to practice so I pushed the uneasy feeling to the back of my mind and started getting ready for the day. I internally groaned when Cheol told us we were gonna have a dance practice as well as the group recording today. This day was really not working out for me. Dance practice was pure torture. I managed to annoy even Chan who was known to not get mad no matter how much you mess up the choreography. While he was talking to me possibly about how much I was messing up, I began zoning out. There was an ever-present tickle at the back of my sinuses, and my head was stuffed up making it very difficult to focus. It got to the point where Soonyoung had to come up and tap my shoulder to get my attention. He asked me what was wrong and told me that my moves were off. "I'm sorry," I whispered and I didn't think he could hear. He told me it was fine before announcing to the group to take a break.

I was relieved that Hoshi called for a break because I really needed to blow my nose. Plus another four hours of sleep would be nice, but I'd settle for a tissue right now. I informed Cheol that I had to use the bathroom. I went to the nearest one and took a handful of paper towels and blew my nose. I cringed at the feeling. Glancing at my phone, I realized I had 3 mins left. I blew my nose again and stuffed some tissues into my pocket. Leaving the bathroom, I was about halfway to the practice room when the tickle that had been bothering me all morning decided to fully come out. "Hhktchhu!- Hektchuh!- hh-Hhtkcchu!-"

"Bless you." I flinched at the voice. It was a girl's and it came from behind me. I turned around and saw one of the Le Sserafim members, (Chaewon, I think was her name) "Thank you."

"Are you alright, Sunbaenim? You're kinda pale." She looked concerned. I smiled at the young girl's concern, "Yes, just a cold." She nodded. "Feel better, Sunbae."

"Thank you." She bowed and walked into the bathroom. Once she left, I took a few of the tissues out of my pocket and blew my nose. It was already starting to hurt, the skin around my nose growing raw. I cringed and sniffled one last time before I went back to the practice room.

"You're late," Soonyoung said, his arms crossed over his chest. I glanced at the clock, "By like 1 minute."

"Still." he looked half irritated, half concerned. "Well sorry!" I shook my head, feeling irritated at him. It's just a minute for goodness sake. I rolled my eyes to myself. "This isn't like you Jihoon. You're a lot more serious than this. I don't know what's gotten into you. If you think, just because you write our music, you get to slack off, I'm sorry. In my opinion, everyone here is practicing hard except you and I would like you to be serious." That little speech made me completely lose my patience because frankly, I'd had enough of Soonyoung nagging me that day. "Who the hell gave you the right to decide who's slacking off and who's not?! I may be off today and everyone has those days. Who the fuck are you to nag me about that! Just because you make the choreography doesn't mean you can belittle people who don’t pick up on it quickly. Heck, Chan's definitely a better teacher than you. At least he tries to sympathize with his members, unlike you who's stuck in his own fucking world where everything's perfect. Well, I'm sorry to crush your dreams but everything in this world can't be done according to you!" Every single member went silent and stared at us. Soonyoung's eyes were damp with what looked like tears. I instantly regretted what I said. "Soonyoung-"

"I think we're done for today." he interrupted me, his voice cold. The entire room fell into a heavy and awkward silence. "Let's head back to the dorms," Cheol said, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. The whole group began moving. Little conversations broke out between the members, but Soonyoung remained silent. I went over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Soon-"

"Jihoon, I don't really want to talk to you right now and I would like you to respect that." I nodded. I felt guilty, but I couldn't blame him.

On the way to the car, I stopped by the bathroom to blow my nose in private. I felt bad that I had lost my temper like that, I didn't want to make it worse by drawing unnecessary attention to myself.

Hoshi p.o.v

I was hurt, I felt like crying, a bit angry, but above all just confused. I couldn't figure out what I'd done to make Jihoon snap like that. Like, yeah, I was a bit irritated but I didn't think I deserved… all that. This was one of the very few actual fights I had with Jihoon. Sure we bickered sometimes but Jihoon has almost never been this mad at me before. The thought itself made me wanna curl up into a ball and cry. I was very close to Jihoon, and the fight we just had was really breaking my heart. I know he probably didn't mean what he said to me, but a part of me wondered 'what if he did.' I think my obvious hurt and confusion were showing on my face as Cheol came up to me, looking concerned. "What happened back there?" The concern in the leader's voice made my eyes burn with oncoming tears which I quickly blinked back. "I don't know, hyung. I don't know what I did to make him that mad at me." Cheol patted me on the back comfortingly. "You okay?" I nodded, trying to force the tears away. "Maybe you should talk to him?" The leader suggested, "I really don't want to," I admitted quietly, "I understand that but maybe he had a good reason," Cheol said. I nodded, "Is he still here?"

"I think so. Think he's in his studio." I nodded, "So will you talk to him?" Cheol asked as he started leaving the room. "I'll try. Thanks hyung."

"No problem, I just want you guys to figure stuff out. I'd hate to see you guys fight."

"For the record, he started it." Seungcheol shook his head at me, "Just go talk to him," he said, a hint of a laugh in his voice. "The rest of us are heading back to the dorm. It's just you guys." I nodded, "If you need someone to pick you up just let me know and I'll send someone." "Thanks hyung."

"No problem. I gotta go. The others are waiting for me. But you go talk to him." I waved at the leader as he left.

Woozi p.o.v

Even though I was supposed to be heading back to the dorm, I took a detour to my studio. It felt more like home there anyway. There's also the fact that I didn't want to deal with the others just yet. This situation had been hard enough, I didn't need them making it an even bigger deal than it already was. Plus, there was also the fact that I was trying to hide a cold from them which wouldn't go too well, especially with how fast-moving it was. Right now, I could barely see anything as my eyes were watering so much, plus the ever-present tickle in my sinuses. I turned on my computer, in hopes of losing myself in the music when the tickle suddenly decided to make itself known. "Hhkktschu!- 'snf' Hettschu!- Hh..hkhhschu!-"

"Bless you, Jihoon-ah." I flinched at the voice and whipped around and saw Soonyoung standing in the doorway of my studio. "Soonnie I'm sorry," I stood up and walked over to him. "I didn't mean anything I said. And none of it is true. You're not a bad teacher and I know you were just trying to help. I'm really sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." I was angry at myself as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly brushed it off, accidentally hitting my nose causing my breath to hitch once again, "HhkTCHhu!- HhtcHshuH!- HhktChHuh!- HhtKKtchu!-" I sniffled, feeling my sneezes get harsher than they were before.

"Bless you and I forgive you. And I'm sorry for losing my patience with you." I stepped closer and hugged him, he seemed a bit surprised, and I couldn't blame him, I wasn't really the clingy type. He let me hug him and wrapped his arms around my waist.

Hoshi p.o.v

Saying I was surprised by Jihoon's hug was an understatement. But what was even more surprising was the noticeable warmth I felt once I was touching him. I immediately placed my palm on his forehead, checking his temperature. "Jihoonie, you're burning up."

"I am? Hadn't realized." Said the producer. I internally groaned. This was so much like Jihoon. Ignoring and hiding any sign of weakness till it gets to this. "Okay, Ji, I need you to tell me how exactly you are feeling. And don’t lie, I can see right through that." I heard him sigh softly. "Okay, I feel awful, my head is stuffed up and I also have a slight headache, I can barely keep my eyes open. I also feel like I'm gonna sneeze any second, and my nose feels like a faucet I can't control." Wow, I didn't expect all that. 'He must have been feeling like this in dance practice too', I thought. No wonder he couldn't keep up with the rhythm if his head was stuffed up and he could barely see through his eyes. And no wonder he was late, he must've been blowing his nose or something as he was determined to hide this from the others. I mentally beat myself up again for getting irritated but Jihoon needed me and I couldn't wallow in self-pity right now. A soft gasp interrupted my thoughts as I looked down and saw Jihoon, his eyes closed, turning away from me, his breath hitching. "Ahh…hhtKSshu!- HhhktsCHuu!- HhHKtshuu!- HhktsCHhu!- Ugh, 'snf'-" I flinched at how harsh his sneezes had become in a matter of minutes, he must be exhausted.

"Bless you, c'mon let's get you home. You need rest, like a lot of it." Jihoon nodded as I took out my phone and called Cheol. He answered the call in about 2 rings. "Hey Soon, what's up?"

"Cheol, could you send one of the members to pick us up? Jihoon's sick." I said, giving Jihoon a quick glance, he looked half asleep already, and knowing Cheol, he probably knew that too. "Sure thing. See you then,"

"Bye," I said and cut the call. "Cheol is sending someone to pick us up," I said, turning to Jihoon.

"I was gonna finish this first though." He said sniffling against his wrist. "Jihoon, you're sick. You need t-"

"HhhktCShhu!- HhkKtcHHu!- HhttTchuH!-"

"Bless you. You need to go home and rest."

"I know. I'm just bad at resting sometimes, " He said, laughing lightly. I sat down next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "I know. But let me help you relax. You need to rest. You'll never get better if you don't sleep." I handed him a tissue from the box on his desk, he thanked me and blew his nose wetly. I tried not to cringe but it sounded painful and messy. He coughed after, which sounded equally as painful. I patted his back. "You alright?"

"Sick." He said under his breath. I smiled and brushed the hair off of his face, "I know."

Woozi p.o.v

I knew Soonyoung was worried. He didn't show it too much so as not to overwhelm me but I could see that he was worried about me. It made me feel both happy that he cared about me and guilty for bothering him with something so small. He must've seen the change in my expression as he smiled softly, "Hey, it's fine. It's not your fault you're sick and I don't mind taking care of you." I smiled too. In a few minutes, a car had pulled up in front of my studio. "C'mon, let's go." I quickly gathered up my stuff, shut down my laptop and turned off the lights. When we got to the gate, I saw Jeonghan wave at us. I smiled at him slightly. "Hey, Seungcheol said you were sick. How're you feeling?"

"I'm fine, really hyung, it's just a bad- Hhh…hhtKStshuu!- HhkSHtshu!- 'snf' Hhh…hhhtskshCHu!- It's just a bad cold." I said, sniffling, my nose completely rubbed raw by now. "I can definitely see that," Said Jeonghan, patting my arm lightly. "C'mon, let's get you guys home." He said climbing into the car.

Hoshi p.o.v

I got in the back seat of the car and Jihoon climbed in after me. The manager looked in the rearview mirror, "Is he okay?"

"I-

"HhhktCShhu!-HhkKtcHHu!-HhttTchuH!-"

"Bless you, I think he's got a bit of a cold."

"Does he have a fever?" Jeonghan asked from the front. I reached over and placed my hand on his forehead, "Yep, feels like it," I noticed the way that Jihoon leaned into my touch. "We need to get you home and resting, ok." He sniffled, "Sounds good to me." He cleared his throat, "Can I take a nap on the way home?"

"Sure, Ji." I said, softly.

He laid his head on my shoulder and fell asleep quickly.

Once we arrived back at the dorm I gently shook his arm to wake him up. His eyes opened for a second as he looked around in confusion, before they fluttered shut and he ducked his head towards his shoulder. "Hh-ktchUH!-TCchu!-kktCHshu!-tTch!SHhu!-"

"Bless you!" I patted his shoulder. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes. His pink nose and pale skin made him look much younger and even cuter than normal. "Let's get you to bed, Ji," he nodded, attesting even further to how tired he was. "Thank you, Soonie," he said softly as I half carried him to his room, I smiled and kissed his forehead, "No problem. Just want you to feel better. " The two of us made it to his room, and I got him in bed. There was a bit of a struggle to get the half asleep sickie to change out of his sweaty practice clothes. But finally, I got him into his pajamas and into bed. He seemed very dazed as I did so, and when I moved to leave the room, I felt his small fingers wrap around my arm. "Please stay. I don't really want to be alone." I smiled softly. "Sure thing, Ji." I climbed into the bed next to him and allowed him to curl up with me. I smiled and began running my fingers through his hair. "Feel better, Jihoonie."

💖👾

[kpopsickiess]

The Tiger's weakness

sickie: Hoshi

caretaker: Seungkwan

(this was written specifically for a very special friend of mine. Hope you enjoy girl ily <3)

Hoshi p.o.v

I had recently been struggling with a lot of insecurities about my singing. Despite many positive comments the few negative ones were beginning to wear me down and disappoint me. My bandmates told me time and time again to ignore them, but I just couldn't. No matter how hard I tried.

Because of the comments I wanted to spend more time working on my singing, even though all my bandmates assured me my singing was fine, Seungkwan did agree to work with me on my vocals. I was happy that he agreed, despite his reluctance. Seungkwan said he would reserve a practice room for us to use. I felt so happy at how, despite how he was younger, he still willingly stepped up to watch out for me.

The night before I was supposed to meet the main vocalist I got a the worst notification on my phone, High pollen count tomorrow I groaned out loud. My voice was always a bit rough, but when the pollen count was high it would trigger my allergies, and my voice would be even worse. I almost cancelled, but after consideration I decided not to. Just in case the forecast was wrong, and besides, Seungkwan put time and energy into making sure this worked out for me. I couldn't throw his work away.

The next morning I woke up very congested with an annoying buzz in my nose. I sniffled, which was a mistake, as the buzzing sensation turned more fierce. I fought the urge because I knew once I started sneezing I wouldn't stop. I went downstairs to eat something small before I left. Seungcheol and Joenghan were at the table talking when I came down. "Morning Soonyoung" they both greeted me cheerfully. "morning hyungs" I tried to not cringe at my voice, which was very obviously congested. "allergies?" Jeonghan noticed right away, I shrugged and avoided their eye contact. "Did Seungkwan already leave?" I asked, trying to change the topic, the two exchanged a look, but nodded. "Okay, I'll head out, I don't want to keep him waiting" They nodded, "You feeling okay Soon?"

"yep!" neither of them seemed to believe me, but they wished me luck and told me to have fun. I grabbed a quick snack and left. Once outside I groaned out loud, I could feel the pollen attacking me, and on top of that I had forgotten to request a ride, which meant I was walking. I sniffled and stifled a sneeze into my fist. Which caused my tickly throat to get irritated and I coughed a few times. I sniffled and began walking. It was only about 2 miles to the studio, which wasn't bad, but it made it much harder and feel so much longer when I was stopping to sneeze every few minutes. I was getting frustrated, because I knew now that I had started sneezing the chances of being able to stop were slim.

I arrived at the studio and was met by Seungkwan with a big welcoming smile on his face, "hey hyung!" he smiled, but I saw he looked a bit concerned. "Hey Kwan" I noticed my voice had gotten more congested. "Ready to start?" He asked with a bright smile, but concerned eyes. "y-heh-heKtchu! Ehktchhu! snf yeah"

"Bless you!"

"thank you" I sniffled, Seungkwan glanced at me, "what?"

"You feeling alright hyung?"

"yep!" I said with extra enthusiasm. He looked disbelieving. "well, we should get started then." He opened a notebook up, "in here is a bunch of notes I've been given by-"

"HehhkTChu! EhhKtcHu! kkTchu!"

"bless you. These are notes from my vocal coach. So I thought maybe we should start with them"

"You get notes?"

"of course, everyone does. Even when someone is more advanced in a position it doesn't mean they're flawless. Everyone can always improve" I nodded, his words were wise and mature, surprising me, as he was typically the more goofy member. I smiled a bit, He began to explain the 'theory of tone' which sounded complicated but was interesting. We only got about 5 minutes in before I was overwhelmed by the tickly sensation. "Excuse me, just a second" I said softly, my breath hitching through it. "hehhKtchu! hKtchu! hhktChhu! ktchu!"

"bless-"

"hekttCHu- hh-ehh-Ktchu! KktChu!"

"bless you! hyung, I think today might not be the best day to do this. With how high the pollen count is and how much you're sneezing it might be better to just take the day off."

"But, you put in the effort to make this happen. And I need the vocal training."

"OK hyung, two things. Number one, this 'effort' I put in, it can be saved. We can do this another time. Nothing is going to change. Number 2, You don't actually need vocal lessons. You're a very good singer and are a very talented vocalist." I was surprised to hear him say that. Seungkwan calling me a good singer and talented vocalist was high praise for me, I was flattered and shocked. "thank you" I said softly, he shrugged it off, "you look miserable hyung. Let's get you home and get some medicine in you and get you resting." I nodded, too itchy and miserable to fight it. "thanks hngktch ehhngttch" I stifled the sneezes against my fist, he shook his head, "you know that's really bad for you right?"

"yeah, but it feels better. Gets rid of the itch more" I explained. He gave me a strange look, "I don't think-"

"HeHKtchu! ehh-KTchu! HekTChu!"

"Bless you, I was about to say, I don't think stifling is going to help you, I think that makes it worse" I shrugged, even though I knew he's right. "c'mon sneezy, let's get you home" we gathered our stuff and began walking out, but he stopped, "Will you be alright walking back? I can call a driver if we need"

"I can walk back, that's fine."

"you sure?"

"positive" I said with a smile, he looked skeptical but followed me outside, I sniffled as right away the combination of pollen and sudden sunlight reached my already sensitive nose, "bless you"

"I didn't sn-HeKtcHu! EhhKTchhu- hktchU"

"As I said" he said with a playful smirk, I rolled my eyes, but fought down a smile. We started walking, "hyung?"

"hmm?"

"What made you want vocal lessons?" I avoided his eyes, embarrassed of my answer, "hate comments" I admitted, embarrassed, his eyes shone with sympathy, "hyung, I know it's hard, but try and ignore them. It's best for you and for your mental health. Try and focus on the positive comments. I know it's hard. But I've seen a lot. You've grown and improved so much. You should be proud." I smiled, getting emotional, and the tear that fell from my eye was definitely from my allergies. "Thanks Kwan" he smiled, "no problem. Just making sure our tiger is still the toughest one out there" I rolled my eyes at his comment, but laughed. That kid really knows how to make someone feel better.

Even when I knew he struggled with insecurities at times, he didn't hesitate to step up and encourage me, it made me really feel noticed and loved. Something only certain people can make you feel.

[home-krp]

welcome home! the following applications have been accepted. to collect your keys, please add our caretakers, Rose and Serenity, within the next 24 hours or your home will be put back on the market! please make sure ‘home’ or '🏠’ is visible in your bio so we know you are a resident!

kwon soonyoung / hoshi (seventeen)

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

svt reaction to their s/o being drunk and hørnier than usual

let’s keep in mind that none of them would make any kind of advance on you without your consent!!

Seungcheol: He goes full dad mode and snaps every single glass that contains alcohol and replaces it with water, making sure you sober up a bit before heading home.

Jeonghan: He finds it cute that you’re clingier and you’re subconsciouly trying to rile him up, but he puts his rational thoughts first and prioritizes taking care of you in your drunk state.

Joshua: He’s a teeny tiny bit tipsy as well, a small flush on his face and chest, but he’s checking on you frequently, hoping you won’t do anything too reckless.

Junhui: He is “????????” when you try to drunkenly kiss him and he just pecks you back bcs boy is confused as fuck

Soonyoung: Bold of you to assume he isn’t equally sloshed.

Wonwoo: He has a lot of self control, so it’s easy for him to talk you out of anything dumb, even when you’re drunk. You may whine in the process, but he promises to make it up to you the next morning *wink wink*

Jihoon: He sighs in defeat, knowing he has a LONG night ahead of him - thank god he doesn’t drink.

Seokmin: He’s oblivious to your not so innocent advances and hugs you fondly, pressing soft kisses to your face with the most lovestruck smile😭

Mingyu: Remember how he put Hoshi’s head on his tits during the dingo tipsy live? He’d do the same to you, except you’d caress his chest and he’d shiver bcs he’s ✨sensitive✨ - he’d keep himself in check though bcs he respects the state you’re currently in.

Minghao: He’s either dragging you home to put you in the bathroom and make something to sober you up or he’s drunk as well and dancing on top of chairs with you.

Seungkwan: He’s loudly complaining (jokingly) about how you managed to get drunk again but he’s too in love with you so he becomes your personal caretaker for the night

Vernon: He keeps rolling with it bcs he loves the attention you’re giving him tbh

Chan: Part of him wants to see you drink more, but part of him is scared you will pass out on his lap and he won’t know what to do bcs he’s used to being taken care of

[itsapapisongo]

world’s worst secret keeper

pairing: spider-man!hoshi x photographer!gender-neutral reader ft. sorcerer!woozi & sorcerer!the8

genre: dramedy | fantasy | superhero

word count: 10.3K

warning content: consumption of alcohol, language, mentions of assault, blood, low self-esteem, and suggestive themes

synopsis: when soonyoung accidentally reveals he’s the one and only spider-man to you, he anxiously asks a friend for a do-over. or the one where things don’t go according to plan and soonyoung thinks magic is the solution to a mess of his own making.

taglist: @husbandhoshi | @yangyanghater | @boo-tycall

I’M NOT HOME.

This is what Lee Jihoon—Disciple of the Mystic Arts, caretaker of the Seoul Sanctum, desperate for a good night’s sleep—is thinking as he’s awakened in the middle of the night and blankly stares at the ceiling. 

He gently shakes his head as if to shoo away whoever’s knocking on the front door. His lips are pursed in a tight, thin line of exasperated disapproval. His arms are comically crossed across his chest, just below his collarbone. He feels something pulling at his bedsheets, clenches his eyes shut, and pettily shakes his head with a grunt.

“Let Minghao deal with this,” he says to the darkness that envelops him and the rest of his room. “I’m not the only one living here.”

Suddenly, his bedsheets are violently pulled away and he’s forced to follow them. One second, he’s in his bed. The other he’s on the floor, groaning. Something tugs at his right leg, almost pulling off his sock, then begins to slowly drag him across the floor. Jihoon merely groans louder and aimlessly kicks at the air.

“Fine!” He reluctantly gets to his feet with a click of his tongue. “I’m going!”

Jihoon cleans himself up, blindly extends a hand to the side, and feels the summoned sling ring fly to his left hand; he wiggles his index and middle finger and adjusts it in place. He doesn’t need to turn on the lights to know where he’s going—he knows this room like the back of his hand—but he does stop at the door, turns, and sighs.

“Want to come with?” he asks, sounding defeated.

A shuffling sound lets him know that, yes, it does want to come with. He feels the Cloak of Levitation float above his head, descend, and then perch itself upon his shoulders. He shrugs, lets it get comfortable and rests his head on the door frame.

“This better be worth it,” Jihoon says and feels the Cloak of Levitation pat his right shoulder. He swings the door open and cracks his neck. “Or else I’m gonna lose it.”

∿∿∿

“OH-KAY,” JIHOON DEADPANS, squinting then rubbing his eyes. “I’m losing it.”

Before him, clad in a tight suit of red and blue, is none other than the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, rubbing his forehead, muttering to himself, and looking downright inconsolable. Exasperated, Jihoon takes a step forward, half his body in the Sanctum and the other on the Sanctum’s front step, looks left and right, then clicks his tongue.

“Get in,” he mutters, motioning a hand toward the foyer.

Spider-Man, to his surprise, merely looks up and sighs. “I think—uh—I think I effed up,” the webslinger mutters.

Jihoon pinches his forehead, muttering, “Just say ‘fucked up’ like an adult.”

“I—” Spidey begins but shrugs, pulling off his mask to reveal a youthful face framed under a messy head of silver-blue hair. “I need your help.”

“No shit.”

“Your—er—magical help.”

Jihoon looks up and blinks at him. He feels the cloak tugging on his shoulders and lifts his head up, as though to rage at the heavens, but relents and simply sighs for the nth time.

“Of course you do,” the sorcerer replies, reaching out to lay a hand on Spider-Man’s shoulder to slowly pull him inside. “Why else would you come in the middle of the night?”

∿∿∿

KWON SOONYOUNG—THE one and only Spider-Man, college student close to dropping out, desperate for catching a break—is very much aware of just how bad this looks. He’s been knocking on this weird place’s door for about ten minutes, sweating buckets, ignoring the bleeding cut above his left eyebrow, the ache in the small of his back, and the violent throbbing in his knuckles.

He’s aware that he’s a mess. He’s also very aware that he’s in a mess. Both are, rather unfortunately, consequences of his own actions—which means they could have been easily avoided. But nothing is ever easy for or with Soonyoung. He’s too stubborn to ask for help and too self-deprecating to admit he’s in over his head.

So when he decides to swing and stumble the rest of the way towards the tall brownstone with the round skylight in a street most people tend to avoid, he knows being stubborn won’t help him; it will only lead to self-sabotage. Despite being creeped out by this place, by how weird it is, he knows it’s the right move. 

Jihoon will know what to do. And so far, Soonyoung has been right. He’s grateful for taking a detour and knocking loudly and insistently enough until someone—preferably Jihoon, who did, in fact, answer—came to his aid.

“You’re tense,” Jihoon had muttered as they walked through the Sanctum. “I advise you to start loosening up because that room—” he pointed to a small door that’s shut close with six different chains, “—feeds on tension.”

Ten minutes ago, Soonyoung couldn’t stop mumbling. Now, much to his friend’s growing exasperation, he can’t seem to utter anything beyond a sheepish “thank you” or “I’m sorry.” He slouches on a bean bag chair, which he swears Jihoon conjured up out of thin air, and rests his head back as the grumpy sorcerer-in-training disinfects his bleeding eyebrow. He barely registers when Jihoon begins to suture the cut.

Soonyoung can’t help but be both thankful and embarrassed because, well, he never expected he’d end up here. He considers whether or not to tell Jihoon he has a healing factor that would naturally take care of his injuries. Part of him wants to tell him that he’ll be fine. But another part of him is pretty sure that Jihoon is aware of his superhuman physiology and is simply tending to the wound to avoid an infection.

“What happened?” he hears Jihoon ask.

Soonyoung blinks, remembers why his right hand hurts so much, and loosens his grip around his mask. Right, you’re on edge, he thinks to himself. You need to relax.

He lifts his head a bit to see his small, grumpy friend sitting above him, clad in casual attire not befitting of a practitioner of the Mystic Arts. He snorts at the sight of Jihoon sporting an asymmetrical red cloak upon his shoulders, an oversized and yellow ‘I Survived My Trip To New York’ crop-top, and black shorts while wearing slides with high white socks. Despite this and the apparent look of exhaustion in his eyes, Jihoon carries himself with a dignity and an aura of mysterious wisdom.

“What brings you to the Holy of Holies in the middle of the night?” Lee Jihoon asks, raising an eyebrow.

Soonyoung’s smile falters. He clears his throat and tries not to sigh, but he can’t; he heaves a sigh so heavy and laced with despondency that his entire body seems to sag with the weight of his anxiety.

 “It all happened so fast,” he whispers. “I was patrolling the streets, y’know? Came across a mugging, stopped it, and then—”

Soonyoung can perfectly see it: you’re walking alone, feeling like utter shit. You’re not close to your apartment nor far from the bar you just got fired from when two suspicious-looking individuals ambush you from either side of the empty street. You’re not paying attention to your surroundings. By the time you look up and see them, all attempts to cross the street and put some distance between yourself and these creeps are immediately thrown out the window when one of them nearly tackles you and drags you to a nearby alleyway.

Someone says something ominous, pushes you, laughs, then there’s the gleaming of a knife’s blade as the moonlight reflects off it. And what happens next is nothing but a blur of motion: one second these two assholes are harassing you, asking for your money and your phone and any other valuables, and the next one of them is stuck to a wall while the other is beaten to a pulp by your feet.

Soonyoung groans, cringing at the brutality he inflicted on those two creeps. He knows why he lost it: you were involved. You, who he cares for. You, who found who he really is at the worst possible time. You, who he sees as a reason to keep putting on the suit to stand up for the little guy. 

He thinks he took it too far, letting his feelings get in the way of his actions, but he considers that if Jihoon had been in your place, seconds from being mugged or stabbed, he wouldn’t have held back. But that couldn’t, shouldn’t, nor would it ever happen again. 

His whole shtick is literally being the Friendly Neighboordhood Spider-Man. If he goes around beating people up just because he can, he would be giving certain people a good amount of satisfaction and validating their impression of him. He can even read the headline now: ‘PAY EVIL UNTO EVIL: SPIDER-MENACE STRIKES AGAIN!’

He still sees the look of horror in your face. He can still hear your voice—the disbelief, the confusion, the panic—and clenches his eyes shut, muttering to himself for the nth time that he’s the world’s biggest idiot.

“Well, webs, if you’re gonna leave in suspense . . .” Jihoon mutters. “I need to see your hands.”

Stirred from his thoughts, Soonyoung frowns and leans his head further back into the bean bag chair to look up at Jihoon. His black hair, parted at the middle, cascades over his face and makes him look more pale than he actually is. The gleam in his eyes is both alluring and terrifying; there’s something in his gaze that lets Soonyoung know he’s seen things and learned to take them in stride.

Jihoon gives him a cursory, if impassive glance, suturing without looking or thinking too hard about it because he’s fully trusting his muscle memory. Once upon a time, Lee Jihoon had been studying medicine. He’d say that the profession chose him rather than he chose it, which was partly true; he wouldn’t admit, however, that it stemmed from childhood trauma. 

Soonyoung didn’t know the full story. He only knew that before graduating high-school, Jihoon lost someone close to him. Thereafter, he fostered an interest in medicine and was hyperfixated with becoming a surgeon. He was at the top of his class, devoted to not only his studies but the future he envisioned for himself. Lee Jihoon only thought of all the good he could do, all the lives he could save, and felt reassured that in spite of all adversity he faced along the way it would prove to be worth it. 

But, by sheer fate or cruel coincidence, mere days after the first time he put a scalpel to living flesh, mere days after feeling he had achieved something in the infancy of a promising career, everything changed. The pieces that had been falling into place were shattered after the accident. 

Everything else was a blur: the plunge into despair and the what-could-have-beens . . . the isolation that drove him to self-pity and self-loathing  . . . and ultimately the leap of faith that turned his life around.

Soonyoung barely feels his touch. Though the cut stings, he feels no pain whatsoever. It dawns on him that something as simple as suturing is so ingrained in Lee Jihoon’s very being that no matter how long it’s been or how damaged his own hands are he can still perform with delicate and professional ease.

“Why?” Soonyoung asks, rubbing his hands together, wincing as he touches his knuckles. “Why do you need to see my hands?”

Jihoon purses his lips, as though relenting from saying something, and simply offers a tight smile. “It’s just a hunch.”

“Are you sure it’s a hunch and not a kink?” Soonyoung asks, slowly and uncomfortably taking off his gloves, half his body slouching further on the bean bag chair. Through his periphery, he notices the annoyed look on his friend’s face and smiles sheepishly. “I’m not kink-shaming! I’m genuinely curious.”

“I know saying the first thing that comes to mind helps you fight the nerves,” says Jihoon, dabbing the webslinger’s brow with an alcohol swab, “but save it for later.”

Soonyoung winces and exhales through his mouth. “If not now, when?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows only to groan and bite his lip.

Jihoon makes a face, his eyes not quite narrowing or squinting but definitely displaying aggravation. He cleans his hands with a rag, slightly painting it red, then tosses it over Soonyoung’s head and watches as a mesh wastebasket moves on its own to catch it.

“Did that just—”

“Hands.” Jihoon commands, unfazed, and proceeds to cup his own hands against his chest and rub them together, all while walking around the bean bag to kneel in front of his reluctant patient. “Let’s see them.”

Soonyoung complies, if only to stop being bossed around. He stretches his hands forward, feels Jihoon’s touch and winces. That’s when he notices just how swollen and bloodied his knuckles are. Jihoon examines them, his eyes focused on the bruised hue that has settled and spread atop Soonyoung’s knuckles and proximal phalanges.

“This is going to be painless.” Jihoon very gently squeezes his friend’s wrist and tilts his head side to side as if to crack his neck. “Is what I’d say, if I were a liar.”

“What do you mean?”

Jihoon doesn’t even pretend to smile. “That this,” he points to Soonyoung’s knuckles, “is gonna hurt like motherfucker.”

“Wha—”

He doesn’t finish. Instead, he interrupts himself and shrieks as he feels Jihoon pull—no, yank—on his left hand’s thumb and index finger. A cold sensation ebbs and flows through his skin, spreading across his wrist then reaching his forearm . . . his elbow . . . and ultimately his entire shoulder; when the sensation flows back to the tip of his fingers, it’s the hottest thing he’s ever felt in his life.

He can’t hear himself scream nor can he feel his own body; he can only contort as every muscle spasms at a discordant rhythm. An overwhelming wave of agony washes over him and stops as quickly as it rolls over him like foam returning to sea.

“Nearly there,” he hears Jihoon say, his voice distant and echoing in his head as if coming from a badly tuned radio. “Deep breath.”

Soonyoung feels whole again, if only for a moment, and breathes in. Without thinking, as though in a trance, he deeply inhales through his nose and exhales slowly through his mouth.

“I’m gonna count to three and do it again, okay?” Jihoon pats him in the knee and grasps his right hand.

Soonyoung blinks. “Oh-kay.”

“Alright.” Jihoon nods, smiles, then exclaims, “Three.”

The last thing he sees before passing out is the cloak upon Jihoon’s shoulder move, as if it’s alive.

And then . . . nothing.

∿∿∿

YOU’RE STIRRED FROM your sleep by the smell of something burning—or, at least, something that’s fire-adjacent—but it’s the warm breeze that finally makes you sit up in bed. You groggily open your eyes to see a man standing right in front of your bed, partly enveloped in the darkness of the room and partly illuminated by some dim-lighting that resembles the glow of a torch. 

Before you can say anything, before it even registers that there’s a stranger in the room, you notice that he’s stepping out of a crackling, swirling orange circle that neither touches the ceiling or the ground. Is that a—it can’t be a portal, you think, mouth slightly ajar, eyes squinted in disbelief.

Just when you think you can’t be more skeptical, you notice that the stranger is wearing an oversized crop-top, black shorts, tall socks, and slides and a rather fancy cloak upon his shoulders. You begin to think you’re losing it and scoff at the sight of him staring back at you, his lips pursed into a thin line. After the week you’ve had, who can blame you if you can’t take him seriously?

You slowly realize that this cloak-wearing stranger looks adorable—and awfully familiar. When he speaks, it’s in a soft voice. He even calls you by your name, seemingly aware of who you are because it says it with certainty and familiarity.

“Are you giving tickets to something?”

The man frowns. “No,” he mutters. “What makes you think that?”

“I thought you were a door-to-door magician.” You blink, slowly feeling your groggy mood shifting to weary skepticism. “Like—uh—like a doctor who does house calls but with magic.”

“I’m neither,” he replies in a chastened voice, like someone who’d rather change the conversation rather than respond directly. “I know this is strange but I’m gonna need you to come with me.”

“W-why?”

“It involves Spider-Man.”

Suddenly, you’re wide awake. It all clicks and you realize why he’s so familiar. It’s because you’ve seen him before with Soonyoung—with Spider-Man.

“Oh,” you manage to whisper.

He smiles smugly, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replies in a measured voice, “oh.”

∿∿∿

THOUGH YOU’RE CERTAIN you have your emotions in check, Jihoon seems not only to notice but feel your anxiety; he says it’s palpable. You scoff because there’s no way he can possibly feel that, but the look he gives makes you think he’s scrutinizing you from the inside out. 

Jihoon offers you something to drink and you blurt out that a cup of coffee would be fine. He nods, suddenly half-smiling, his eye gleaming with something akin to mischief. A second later, without delay, he’s off to brew some coffee. He defies your expectations and imagination by using magic instead of walking through the door like mere mortals would. 

He extends his left hand, draws a circle in the air, and a crackling, swirling portal opens mere inches from where he stands. Very casually, Jihoon steps through it and leaves it open as he moves around a rather modern-looking kitchen. It’s then that you notice that the cloak upon his shoulders isn’t an ordinary cloak. It moves on its own accord, opening a drawer and the refrigerator to look for and pass sugar and milk to Jihoon.

In the blink of an eye, he steps right back through the portal, which closes itself on its own, and offers you a tankard-shaped mug. As you thank him, he sits opposite you on an old, silken futon that you swear hadn’t been there a second ago.

The smell of coffee loosens the knot in the pit of your stomach. You take a sip and feel the creeping and confusing anxiety that had overwhelmed you just minutes before disappearing.

“This is one of the best coffees I’ve ever had,” you whisper, grasping the tankard mug with both hands. “It’s magic.”

Jihoon blinks then very slowly smiles a stiff, if polite smile. “You’re welcome,” he says, lifting a mug that in bold letters reads ‘[INSERT WORDS OF AFFIRMATION HERE]’ and takes a long sip from it. “You gotta thank Ruby for it.”

“Ruby?” you tilt your head, interested.

“Introduce yourself,” he whispers with a shrug. “Don’t be shy.”

The Cloak of Levitation springs from his shoulders and gently floats above his head. It slowly descends to his left, as if taking a seat next to him. He takes another sip from his mug and groans, squinting for a brief second, as the cloak sheepishly waves at you.

You snort against the coffee, burning yourself. “Is that—” you wince, feeling your tongue numb. “Did that thing just wave at me?”

“That thing is the Cloak of Levitation and it has a name.” Jihoon looks at you impassively. “Ruby.”

Before you can say anything, he then turns to glance at his cup and blinks at it. Almost immediately the distinctive sound of liquid filling a vessel echoes in the room and he half-smiles, satisfied.

 “That’s the ticket.”

“Did you just refill your coffee?”

“Yeah.” He sips from the cup then smiles. “But this isn’t coffee.”

“Then what is—”

“It’s soju.” Jihoon crosses his legs and clears his throat, his posture exuding impatience. “Now, pleasantries aside, you must be wondering why you’re here.”

“I have some idea . . .”

“You know who Spider-Man is.”

“I—” You open your mouth then close it, your eyes unconsciously widening in consternation. You sigh and clink the tankard mug with your nails. “I do.”

“I’m afraid you discovered his identity at a rather unfortunate moment.”

“Where is he?”

“Resting.” Jihoon raises his cup to take another drink but instead lowers it and sighs. “Would you like to see him?”

You do, but you don’t want to admit that. You’re still grappling with the fact that he’s Spider-Man and that he’s been keeping that little secret for the past three years. A part of you had always suspected something was going on, but it was ridiculous to even imagine that Soonyoung was a superhero—the very same one that had saved your hide more times than you could count.

But, lo and behold, the webslinger behind the mask was none other than your friend. The shock of seeing Spider-Man descend from above to beat the ever living shit out of the creeps that almost mugged you still clings to you. He’d been unrelentingly brutal and substituted his usual quips for angry grunts and pointed threats. It was if something had taken over, as if something had snapped, and he stopped holding back.

The moment one of the creeps pulled the mask off his face and you saw the look of unbridled anger in his face, you felt your heart sink. It wasn’t the violence as much as it was him being the one behind the mask—that he’d been putting himself in danger time and time again and hadn’t told you.

“You might wanna hold on to your coffee,” says Jihoon, getting to his feet. “I wouldn’t want you to drop it.”

“Wha—”

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself in another room. Your entire body is buzzing, as though you’d run a mile and then some but without the fatigue. It takes you a second or two to regain your balance.

“You okay?”

You blink, your eyesight making a gradual transition from blurry to crystal clear, and see Jihoon standing close by; he’s holding you by the elbow to prevent you from swaying in place. He guides you into a tall chair and pats your knee, all while nonchalantly sipping from his cup.

“While I fetch Soonyoung, take a second to gather your bearings.”

“Okay, sure, okay,” you reply, unconsciously drinking from your coffee. “Why not?”

As Jihoon opens a portal, you hear him grumble, “Vishanti give me strength.”

∿∿∿

“IT’S NEVER EASY, is it?”

“Unfortunately, Master Lee, it doesn’t get any easier.”

Jihoon glances over his shoulder to see Xu Minghao leaning on the door frame. Based on how he’s dressed and by the look of his wet auburn hair, Minghao has recently walked out of a late night shower. He’s casually munching on something, probably one of Master Wong’s trail mixes, and seems to be in a rather amused, if aloof mood.

“I’m still a Disciple,” says the oldest of the two. “You have a better chance of being ascended as a Master than I do.”

Minghao half-smiles and brushes his fringe off his face. “I doubt that,” he disagrees. “Wong says that if and when he kicks the bucket, you’re the only person he’s comfortable with taking over his duties.”

“The sheer amount of misplaced faith you both have on me is staggering.”

“Believing in someone.” Minghao chuckles, shaking his head. “What a radical, mind-boggling concept, huh?”

Yup, what a concept. Jihoon rubs his hands together and feels them tremble with increasing intensity the more he tries to control the tremors. He whispers a mantra to himself and traces his digits across the scarring on his hands, which cover most of his palm, knuckles, fingers, and cuticles. He’s reminded of the agonizing pain he experienced in the beginning and how little he thinks about it now; it’s still present yet silent, like an old friend used to not being acknowledged because their presence is nonetheless felt.

Jihoon feels Minghao inching closer and hears him make a sound akin to disbelief. When he turns, his fellow Disciple of the Mystic Arts is pointing at the limp figure of the friendly neighborhood hero lying on his bed. The mask is back on, if only to avoid further revealing his civilian identity to anyone else within the Sanctum.

“Is that—”

 Jihoon nods, forcing a smile. “Spider-Man? Yeah, that’s him.”

Minghao blinks, titls then slightly shakes his head as he mutters something in Mandarin. He side-eyes Jihoon and pats him on the shoulder. “Whatever this is,” he says, “keep me out of it.”

“Will do.”

Minghao winks then knocks on the door frame. “Don’t break any rules,” he whispers in a sing-song voice, waving good-bye. “But if you do, make sure to put them back together.”

Jihoon can’t help but laugh.

∿∿∿

AFTER YOUR THIRD cup of coffee and realizing it’s refilling itself whenever you’re not looking at it, you decide to put down the tankard-mug on the ornate side-table to your left. You then wallow in the confusing, awkward silence that has enveloped you ever since you first stepped into this strange place. That’s when you finally notice where you’ve been for the past—holy hell, has it really been thirty minutes? 

Wow, you think to yourself, time really is meaningless. Having arrived without so much as a word, you lean back on your chair to properly take in the room. You sit in a hexagonal room the size of a studio apartment and wonder how that’s possible. You quickly stop wondering, however, because self-refilling cups of coffee are a thing in your life now so what’s the point of questioning the size of the room? 

Emotionally and physically taxed, you just sigh and go with it.

The battened door to your right is tall and wide, shining like obsidian stone. Bookshelves cover every corner of the room and contain a plethora of knowledge: tomes, indexes, relics, and the long history of the Mystic Arts. Under the tall chair you’re sitting on is a decagon-shaped rug covering most of the floor; its fabric moves with shifting images of an otherworldly firmament from dawn to dusk. Opposite you is a thin, brick fireplace with a bowling-ball sized crystal ball hovering above the mantelpiece; beneath it, the fireplace nurses a tame blue fire.

It suddenly dawns on you that all of this is real—that you’re surrounded by dust, ancient history, and powers beyond your comprehension. Weird things have happened, are happening, and will continue to happen here, a voice whispers in your ear, spreading goosebumps through the back of your neck.

“You look very thoughtful,” says the now all too familiar voice of Lee Jihoon, startling you as the annoying, if familiar sound of a portal opening announces his arrival.

“What?”

“Thoughtful,” he repeats, then makes a face as if that isn’t the word that embodies what he’s trying to convey. “You look constipated,” he says, looking satisfied, “when you’re staring at the middle distance.”

“Funny.” You feign a smile then look away, rolling your eyes. “Very funny.”

Jihoon shrugs, waving a dismissive hand. “No one ever said I had good jokes,” he mutters, unfazed, “or that my sense of humor would appeal to others.”

You wave your hands in a yeah, yeah, enough of that sort of way and you stand up to ask him about Soonyoung.

“Where’s—”

But before you can even finish the question, you see him though the portal. Or his unconscious form as it’s being moved from room to room. Ruby—the cloak, you remind yourself—has enveloped Soonyoung from shoulders to thighs as it very carefully carries him. Jihoon summons a comfortable looking lounge chair and says something to the moving cloak, as if directing it to lower Soonyoung on the furniture. After a second, it does just that, unwrapping itself off him, and returning to Jihoon’s shoulders as he snaps his fingers and the portal closes itself with one swirling motion and a distinctive hiss.

“Here’s the deal,” says Jihoon, hands behind his back. “You know he’s Spider-Man. He knows that you know that he’s Spider-Man. And I know that you know that he knows that he’s Spider-Man.”

You blink, not following his train of thought. “Oh-kay? Wha—”

Jihoon half-smiles and opens his mouth to continue, but closes it and his expression falters when Ruby begins to insistently tug on both of his wrists. He sighs, lowers his head, mutters an aside, groans when the cloak tugs at his wrists again, then lifts his head and meets your gaze.

“And Ruby knows that I know that you know that Soonyoung knows you know he’s Spider-Man.” Jihoon clears his throat and claps his hands together in a gesture that reminds you of someone praying for patience. You notice the scarring in his knuckles and fingers but relent from asking. When your eyes meet his gaze again, he’s forcing himself to smile. “That’s not even the confusing part yet.”

“It isn’t?”

He shakes his head and whispers, “Not even close.”

You close your eyes and rub the bridge of your nose, sighing. When you open your eyes, he’s intently looking at you, hands clasped together by his stomach, standing as if in a meditative posture.

“I’m—you were saying?”

“It seems too many people already know what’s supposed to be a secret. Which is, y’know, the whole point of a secret identity.” Jihoon raises both eyebrows as he begins to roll his eyes but relents halfway. He shakes his head and waves a hand that says never mind, we’re wasting time and turns to give Soonyoung the once-over. “But someone is not very good at keeping secrets.”

“World’s worst secret keeper . . .” You mutter absentmindedly to yourself, though you quickly realize you’ve been thinking out loud and that Jihoon heard you. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Why not?” He shrugs. “I already told him. Maybe if he hears it from you, he might take it seriously.”

“So . . . what happens now?”

Jihoon’s demeanor changes completely. That mischievous glint you had seen in his eyes when you mentioned coffee is nowhere to be found. He looks apprehensive, his mouth set in a thin line, his eyes gleaming with worry. He claps, the sound bouncing off the walls and the room’s impossibly high ceiling, and brings forth a cracked oval basin from one of the bookshelves behind you with a flourished flick of his wrists.

“The Runes of Kof-Kol,” he says, extending his hands around the basin.

You open and close your mouth, a hand raised as if to ask a question, but you slowly lower it and blink at him. “The Runes of Kafka?”

“No.” He cocks his head to the side, a piqued groan stuck in his throat. “Kof-Kol.”

“What the hell’s that?”

Jihoon makes a face, as if to say oh, haven’t you heard about this, well, okay, let me tell you.

“It’s just a standard spell of forgetting,” he explains. “It won’t turn back time, but it will make people forget about specific events.”

“Turn back time?”

“It’s possible.” He nods but there’s something in his expression that gives you the impression he’s not keen on trying that out. “It’s immensely dangerous and ridiciously irresponsible, but, y’know, doable.”

“But erasing my memory is, what, an acceptable option?”

Jihoon raises both hands above his head and the basin turns itself, rotating in mid-air on its accord. “The lesser of two evils,” he admits in a morose tone of voice. “None of which I’d like to bring into fruition.”

“And you’re still considering wiping my memory?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“Why are you telling me this, though?”

“Because I’m not comfortable with brainwashing you into forgetting who Soonyoung is without your consent.”

You snort. “Without my consent?”

He waves the basin away, not paying attention to it as it floats and hovers near the fireplace.

“Magic is helpful and it can make things easier,” he says, his brow furrowed, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to mess around with your mind for shit and giggles.”

You glance at Soonyoung through your periphery, lips pursed. “He’s more than Spider-Man,” you mutter. “He’s my friend.”

“I know. Which is why I want you to be aware of what’s going to happen.” Jihoon’s voice is serene and he sounds almost apologetic. “If I cast the spell, any and all memories you’ve had with Soonyoung—the good, the bad, the weird—will be all gone, erased forever from your mind, and you’d be none the wiser.”

You stare at him then turn to see Soonyoung lying unconscious on the lounge chair. You don’t know what to feel or do. You wonder if Soonyoung asked for this—for you to forget who he is—or if he asked for both of you to forget each other. You’re curious and you want to ask Jihoon, but you don’t because you’re afraid of the truth.

As Jihoon stares at you, letting you consider everything he’s said, you remember the first time you met Kwon Soonyoung. It was your first year at college, and both of you had two things in common: neither of you knew their way around campus and you were both media and communications majors without a clue as to why you’d chosen said concentration.

And yet there you were: lost, confused, and going with the flow because neither of you didn’t know what they wanted. And that’s okay, he’d said every time you muttered or yelped in a fit of anxiety that you were wasting your time. When you changed your major, he did too, and suddenly you were studying photography and found that you enjoyed it.

You remember how care-free, how unfazed by adversity, he’s always been. And despite you always knowing when he’s upset or worried or bothered, he’s always smiling. He’s more worried about others than himself, and only now do you realize that he’s done this for a reason. Being raised in a loving home where kindness and empathy reigned supreme had stuck with him and every lesson that had been imparted to him, he did and does his best to live by them.

“Why put yourself last in favor of others?”

“I don’t know,” Soonyoung said, shrugging. “Why not? If I help one person, I make their lives easier. I ease a burden, y’know?”

“What about yourself?”

He scoffed, scratching the back of his neck. He seemed to have an answer, but he simply shrugged again and looked back at his notebook. You wanted to ask him again, push until he opened up, but he wouldn’t. Rarely was Soonyoung quiet, but whenever he was it meant that he was considering what to say and how to say it. That, or he didn’t know the answer yet and preferred to be silent instead of being dishonest. He would never say I don’t know because he’s always been so damn stubborn, but you can tell when he wants to say it even if he keeps it to himself.

Which is rather ironic. He had kept a secret from you—and God knew who else—and it hurts that he hadn’t shared it with you. You understand why. Or, at least, the logic behind the omission. He probably wants to keep his civilian and hero life apart—protect you from enemies and any danger that’s so tightly connected to him—but by leaving you in the dark he only protects himself. It feels cruel to think that, to believe that you should know every little detail of his life, but you’ve known him for years, been there with him when his grandfather died, helped him grief, and move on.

After that, a bond between two people strengthens to the point that an honest emotional connection is almost inevitable. And that’s what you’ve had for the past three years, which makes you wonder if this friendship—this relationship—will survive what happened a few hours ago.

It’s the fact that it’s him, Kwon Soonyoung, and not some random stranger that shakes you so much. Of all people, it’s him: friend, walking mess, full of energy and positivity, always smiling, always considerate, willing to make himself the fool, willing to stand up for his friends.

Spider-Man had been doing the same for years. A bright light in the midst of darkness, swinging to aid the helpless. The webslinger has taken hits capable of breaking a man and yet he picks himself up every single time. Just like Soonyoung. No wonder they’re one and the same.

You feel guilty and ashamed because instead of talking with him you ran. You left him in that alleway, not responding to his calls or his texts, and locked yourself in your dorm without a second thought. You thought about replying to his calls or texting him back, but instead you buried yourself in bed until you fell asleep.

And now he wants to be erased—purged—from your memory and you don’t know how to take it.

“Can I have a moment alone with him?”

Jihoon nods. “Duh,” he deadpans. Off your look, he just shrugs. “What, you were expecting me to be more tactful?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“This has been the longest night of my life and I’ve been stuck in a time loop fighting off Vampa-Cabras.” He lifts one shoulder, making a face that fully displays just how tired he is. “The quicker we deal with this, the faster we all can go back to bed.”

“Oh-kay.” You nod and pop your lips. “I’ll—er—I’ll try to speed this up.”

Jihoon deflates, genuinely smiling at you. He suddenly looks like the twenty-something he really is: an exhausted but well-meaning, walking mess trying his best. He passes a hand through his hair, exhaling as though he’s finally breathing fresh air, head above water, after wading through an ocean without a break.

“You’d be doing me a great favor.”

“Will you still erase my memory?”

“No,” he says, smiling thinly. “Is what I’d say if I were a liar.”

You narrow your eyes at him. He shrugs yet again.

“I’ll give you ten minutes to sort this out.”

“And then?”

“I’m casting the spell.”

“Oh,” you mutter.

“Yeah,” he replies, forlorn, “oh.”

∿∿∿

SOONYOUNG DREAMS OF a life before Spider-Man. Before the bite. Before his grandfather died at the hands of a scumbag he let go without thinking of the consequences. He dreams and wishes he wasn’t Spider-Man anymore, but the dream slowly becomes a nightmare when he sees himself descend from above to pummel the shit out of someone. 

At first, he can’t see who it is—until he can. Himself. The same shy young man that hadn’t conquered his social anxiety or his fear of heights. Only this young man is on the ground, begging for his life, bruised, bloody, and broken. When Soonyoung looks at his hands, the blood is fresh: glistening, crismon, impossible to get rid off.

He screams but can’t hear his own voice. He closes his eyes and falls to his knees. When he opens his eyes, he’s standing in front of a mirror and his reflection is hazy. He can make out the silhouette—the red and blue of his suit, the white wide eyes of his mask—but nothing else beyond that. When he moves, the reflection stares back but doesn’t follow. Instead, his reflection reaches out and pulls him into the mirror. Soonyoung falls and falls and falls, his screams echoing in his head, unheard, lost to everyone but himself.

He sees the silhouettes of familiar foes: a mountain of a man, gray-scaled, a horn upon his forehead . . . a wide-shouldered, green-clad brute with a long, prehensile tail . . . a flying maniac with wings that spread the length of a man . . . a man clad in a suit in tie, a bright photo-negative brought to life . . . a man made of pure energy, crackling and cackling . . . a man in a suit of yellow-quilt, vibro-shock gauntlets on his forearms.

And they all have something to say:

“You’re nothing but fucking freak!”

“Give up, you failure!”

“Why waste your time following me, webhead? I’ll just break out again—”

“—and again—”

“—and again—”

“—AND AGAIN!”

Soonyoung keeps falling. His chest aches, feels tight as if the Rhino has stomped on him until he’s been cratered on the ground. For a moment, everything hurts. The voices in his head grow louder, scathing, insistent. They’re reminders of how he truly feels, and he can’t do anything but agree with them. He has tried his best and his best has never been enough. He has tried to keep you safe. He has tried to do good by his grandparents. He has tried to balance a college life with being a superhero. And it all has been for nothing—because it’s never been nor would it ever be enough.

The deeper he falls, the darker the abyss becomes. The deeper he falls, the louder the voices become until they crescendo into a cacophony of contempt. He embraces the abyss, the jeering, and lets go of the fear, the doubt, that resides within. Just as he thinks he’ll hit rock bottom, a voice stirs him from his self-pity.

“Soonyoung?” says the voice of his grandmother. “Soonyoung, honey? It’s time—”

“—to get up,” your voice and Jihoon’s follow, fused as one yet distinctive to his ear.

“Off your ass, kiddo,” says the voice of his grandfather. “You got this.”

Kwon Soonyoung’s eyes snap open. He pulls himself up—a web here, a web there—and sees the light above him. He fights through the cackling and the insults and the jeering, punching and kicking his foes’ shadows, expelling them to the abyss below, smiling as he does it. The part of him that wishes the spider had never bitten him remains behind, falling into the abyss along with all the self-doubt.

He pulls himself through the darkness and finds himself standing in a mirror again. He moves and his reflection follows. He looks and sees himself clearly. The red and blue suit is still there, vaguely outlining his mirror-self, the mask is off and Soonyoung can only see himself: smiling, nodding, as if to say this is who you are.

Wake up, says a voice.

And so he does.

∿∿∿

“HEY,” YOU WHISPER, gently tracing Spider-Man’s jaw with your index finger as he wakes up. “Welcome back to the world of the living.”

He blinks, unsure whether or not this is a dream, then dazedly sits up on the lounge chair. He gives the room the once-over, puffs his cheeks, then exhales through his mouth. Having met your knowing gaze, Spider-Man pulls off his mask and smiles sheepishly, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I—er—how do I—” Kwon Soonyoung begins, but can’t bring himself to speak.

“You should have told me.”

Soonyoung briefly meets your gaze, frowning. “Told you?”

“That you were—” you pause, letting reality sink in after being in denial. “That you’re Spider-Man.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“I know, but still . . .” It’s you now that lowers their gaze and looks away. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Have been long enough for you to trust me.”

“I know. It’s just—”

You frown. “It’s just what?”

“I don’t want to lose you.” Soonyoung sighs. “I can’t lose you.”

“And I can’t lose you.”

“I am afraid, y’know? I already failed my grandfather. I don’t want to fail you. I guess I was just trying to avoid the inevitable. I kept telling myself that if I kept you at arm’s length, if I kept you separate from all the shit I go through, you’d be safe.”

“In the end, you’re only protecting yourself.”

He smiles ruefully at that then nods, his head resting against his chest. He chuckles, but there’s no joy in it; it’s a mirthless sound that slowly transitions into a heavy sigh. You hold his hand, gently squeezing it, and rest your head on his shoulder.

“We’re friends,” you whisper. “We should be able to rely on each other.”

“I know. It’s just—” Soonyoung lifts his head and rests his forehead against yours. “I’m not good with loss.”

You shrug, smiling. “No one really is.”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you since forever but I’ve never found the right time or had the right words.”

You scoff. He leans back, gingerly brushing part of your hair off your face, smiling a small smile. He admires you, looking into your eyes, momentarily eyeing your lips, then tracing your jaw and chin with his index finger.

“Won for your thoughts,” you mutter, feeling your ears grow warm, a knot in your stomach tightening and unraveling as he eyes linger on your lips. “I’d love to, y’know, know what you’re thinking.”

“I want to kiss you,” he blurts out, his voice trailing off as if in a daze.

You blush. To your surprise, so does he. He blinks, eyes wide, mouth open, eyebrows raised, and awkwardly clears his throat.

“I—” Soonyoung purses his lips. “I did mean that but I don’t think now’s the right time.”

“If not now, when?” you ask absentmindedly.

He smirks. “Touché.”

You lean forward, resting your forehead against his once more. You poke his dimples, which appear once in a blue moon, and chuckle when he makes a face and throws his head back, concealing a smile by looking away. His laugh is contagious, a melody that lifts your spirits, and makes you forget about the alleyway ordeal . . . about how things are now different and will never be the same . . . about how the spell.

“Hey,” you begin, your tone sheepish. “Jihoon mentioned a memory-wipe magic thingie.”

Soonyoung’s eyes widen in horror. He sits straighter and scootches away from you, as though he’s radioactive and wants to keep you at a safe distance. After a moment of silence, he stands up and begins to slowly and painfully pace the room.

“The spell?” he asks, not looking at you.

You nod.

“Yeah, about that . . .” Soonyoung scratches the back of his neck. “I just wanted to make things right.”

“By erasing my memory?”

“No, by making you forget that I’m Spider-Man.”

“How’s that not erasing my memory?”

Soonyoung smiles, eyes crinkled and eyebrows knitted in a pained, awkward expression. He can only look ashamed. It was a last minute idea. He had asked Jihoon to turn back time so that he could avoid doing what he’d done but apparently that wasn’t the most viable of options. It's an idea, sure, Jihoon had said, but it’s a terrible idea. He said it with a stern look and a glint of apprehension in his eyes. When Soongyoung asked why, Jihoon half-smiled in a way that wasn’t funny or comforting. Universes have collapsed because someone thought using an Infinity Stone was a great idea, he added, and I’m not about to fuck around and find out what it can do this plane of existence.

When Jihoon proposed the spell, with the same apprehension as when messing with the stability of time-space was mentioned, Soonyoung clung to the idea. He wasn’t keen on it, but if he could make up for what you’d see and what he’d done, he would do whatever it took to fix things. Granted, neither he or Jihoon were particularly on board with the Runes of Kof-Kol, but it was the only thing that popped up in the sorcerer’s head.

Soonyoung had been regretting then and that hadn’t changed. He’s still regretting it and now the regret turns to immense embarrassment. How could he do that to you? Or even to himself? How could he live with it knowing he’d cheated you from the truth in spite of how uncomfortable it had been revealed?

He shakes his head and turns to you, grimacing.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I wanted to tell you who I was, but I’d never wanted you to find out the way you did. I lost control. You saw me—” He pauses, blinking away tears. “You saw the worst of me in a moment of anger . . . of desperation. I want to protect you, but not like that. I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“You really are the world’s worst secret keeper.” You look at him and click your tongue. “You’re a mess.”

He shrugs. “I know.”

“Come here,” you say, patting the lounge chair. “Sit down.”

He sits next to you, though avoiding your gaze. He’s gripping his mask with both hands, staring at the wide, white eyes with a clenched jaw. You rest a hand on the back of his neck, lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m glad it’s you,” you whisper. “That you’re the one and only Spider-Man. You definitely scared the shit out of me, though.”

“I know.” He half-smiles. “And I should have told you and I plan to . . .”

“You’re still going through with it?”

He shakes his head. “No,” he says. “I just wanted to do it properly, y’know? Tell you the truth, I mean.”

You chuckle and pull him into a hug. “I know,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder. You feel his hands slowly envelop the small of your back and immediately feel your ears and cheeks grow warm. His touch is tender, his breathing warm against your neck, and somehow you can tell that he’s smiling that dumb smile of his.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft yet you can tell he’s forcing himself to sound calm.

You pat him on the back. “Still shaken, but I’ll live.”

“I’m sorry . . .”

You sigh and find yourself chuckling.

“Me too,” you say, feeling relieved. Then a thought pops in your head and break the hug, holding him by his forearms. “What about the spell?”

“I—” His eyes widen in panic but he quickly recovers and looks confident. “I’ll tell Jihoon to forget it.”

“Just like that?” You ask, eyes narrowed in skepticism.

“Yeah.” He nods, confident. “Just like that.”

∿∿∿

FINDING JIHOON PROVES to be a pain in the tochus. The Sanctum is huge, shifting its rooms out spite or a twisted sense of humor, and never really gives you or Soonyoung a straight path towards any particular direction. After five minutes of wandering and ending up in the same room Jihoon had left both of you, Soonyoung decides it’s best to just call him out by name. You witness him screaming with detached curiosity and a good amount of second-hand embarrassment but ultimately give in and follow his example.

This strategy doesn’t last long because a minute or two after just saying Jihoon’s name out loud, varying between whispering it and shouting it, the door opens and there stands someone neither of you have ever met.

“What in the name of the Vishanti are you doing?” asks a lean, auburn-haired man in a stern, if judgemental tone of voice. “Do you even know what time it is?”

“Eh . . . no,” responds Soonyoung, eyes crinkled as he offers an embarrassed smile. “But I’m assuming it’s late.”

Auburn Hair blinks at him, scoffing. “Oh, you assume? How very bold of you.”

Soonyoung chuckles nervously then stops, pointing at the man as if recognizing him. “Wait, aren’t you Minghao?” he asks. “Jihoon has mentioned you before.”

“Yeah. And you’re Spider-Man. He’s mentioned you before.” Minghao crosses his arms, shrugging. “Your point?”

“We’re just wondering where he is,” you interject off Soonyoung’s hurt expression. “He gave us some privacy and then just—”

“Disappeared? Yeah, he tends to do that.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“As long as you shut up, I’ll just show you where he is.”

You and Soonyoung exchange a look. When you turn to Minghao, he’s giving you the good ol’ stink eye at both of you.

“It was nice meeting you,” he says, aloofly.

“Is what you would say if you were a liar?” you ask, half-smiling and pointing finger guns at him.

Minghao scoffs. “Sure,” he retorts. “Let’s go with that.”

“So do you—” Soonyoung begins but doesn’t finish. “Oh.”

You feel the same way you did when Jihoon moved you from one room to another, but this time you feel fatigued and dizzy. It takes you longer to regain your balance and your breath and when you do you notice that Soonyoung hasn’t been affected at all by the sudden shift in time-space. You blink and think you’re going blind but it slowly dawns on you that you’re simply in a dark place.

“Where are we?” Soonyoung’s voice echoes and bounces off the walls.

“Yeah. What is this place?” you ask, taking slow steps as you unconsciously follow Soonyoung towards the only source of light. “It’s creepy.”

“You’re in the Sanctum’s undercroft,” Jihoon’s voice sounds distant, but he’s standing no more than eight feet from you. “And if I were you, I’d stay exactly where you are.”

You blink, your eyesight no longer blurry, and see Jihoon standing in the center of a hexagon-shaped tile that’s cracked beyond repair. Floating at chest-level is that same oval basin he’d summoned earlier. It shimmers with orange light and that reminds you of contained fire. Jihoon stands stiffly with his left hand forward, a mandala hovering his open palm, and his right hand is lifted, drawing something above his head. You look up to see what can only be described as a bunch of Unowns forming a thin ring of blazing light.

“What’s that?” you groggily ask, pointing at the magical gibberish. “Is that—”

“—the spell?” Soonyoung finishes for you, taking a step forward.

“STAY.” Jihoon commands in a cold, ethereal voice.

Soonyoung pauses, though not of his own volition. He tries to move but remains rooted in place. You take one, two, three steps, and find yourself equally frozen. When you try to speak, the words are lost on the tip of a now very heavy tongue. The same happens to Soonyoung because he’s grunting in a way that sounds like he’s trying to form words but can’t.

“You stand at the intersection of cosmic energy currents,” Jihoon says in a strained voice. “Some, if not all, of these walls are thousands of years old. I’m not about to cast a very powerful and precise spell and let you two mess with it.”

You want to say I appreciate the effort, but we worked things out and we’re gonna keep working them out on our own without the abracadabras and the bibbidi bobbidi boos so if you can stop waving your arms around and we could leave we’d love that but beyond a pained moan nothing comes out. You swear you’re more articulate when you’re not magically held in place.

Soonyoung tries to move, manages to slide his foot forward, but stops when he notices Jihoon finishing the spell. His eyes widen in panic and he groans, as if to say hey stop that, but it’s too late because whatever the swirling symbols above his head begin to swirl faster and glow brighter until they nearly blind you.

“Nice knowing you, Spider-Man,” says Jihoon in a booming voice unlike his own.

The last thing you see before everything flashes to pure white is Lee Jihoon smiling ruefully, as if to say hate me now, thank me later.

∿∿∿

“HOW ARE THE hands?”

Soonyoung rubs his eyes, sits on a very soft bed, and realizes he isn’t in his crappy apartment. He blinks at the hazy silhouette of someone he knows is familiar standing by the door. He blinks once, twice, and notices it’s Jihoon. The sorcerer is holding a cup of coffee in one hand and one of those THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING plastic bags on the other.

“The hands?” Soonyoung asks.

Jihoon sips from his coffee. “Your hands.”

“Oh.” Soonyoung looks down at them. He can tell they were bruised but now they look healed as he opens and closes them. “They don’t hurt.”

Jihoon smirks and throws the plastic bag. Soonyoung catches it without looking.

“Still got it,” says the sorcerer, smirking. “So . . . about last night.”

“What about last—oh.” Soonyoung’s eyes widen to the point of almost popping out of their sockets. He aims a shaking finger at his friend and cock his head to the side. “What did you do?”

“Nothing. You came to me all beat up. I patched you up. You spent the night here. End of story.”

“Wha—really?”

“Yes, really.”

“What about last night then?”

Jihoon clenches his jaw in that way he does whenever he has to impart bad news. “It can’t happen again,” he says. “I have no problem patching you up, but if it’s something that’s gonna require me using magic then . . . that’s not something that should become routine.”

“Oh.”

Soonyoung sighs and massages the back of his neck. He barely remembers why he came to the Sanctum in the first place, but things have been so hectic lately that it isn’t that weird that he can’t recall swinging by for a quick check-up and some stitches. He shrugs it off and turns his gaze to Jihoon, who’s scrutinizing him with a penetrating stare.

He does remember Jihoon suturing a cut above his eyebrow and yanking on his hands.

“I remember blacking out when you were treating my hands . . .”

“Oh, that? Yeah, I realigned your chakras.”

Soonyoung makes a face. 

“That was what you were doing?” he asks, fighting the impulse to shudder.

Jihoon nods. “I told you it’d hurt like hell. And seeing as you’re constantly neglecting your needs to focus on others, you got some work to do on yourself.”

Soonyoung scoffs and shakes his head. Work on myself, he thinks, as if I had time for that.

“Thanks, but I can manage,” he says, waving a dismissive hand and patting Jihoon’s shoulder. “I always do.”

“I know, but you’re not alone.” Jihoon looks serious. “Look, webs, your problem isn’t the smearing campaign the Bugle has against you or fighting crazy supervillains. The problem is you trying to live two widely different lives. The longer you do that, the more dangerous things will become.”

“Why are you—”

“The more you try to keep something from happening, the quicker it’ll happen.” Jihoon pats his friend’s knee, sips from his coffee, and turns to leave. “Keep your friends close and your loved ones closer.”

Soonyoung blinks, confused, not really sure what to say. He just nods and watches Jihoon leave the room. He opens the plastic bag, looks down, and sees his Spider-Man suit. He tenses, gives the room a cursory glance, then slowly takes the mask from the bag. He sniffs it out of habit and instead of recoiling he finds himself smelling it again. It smells like mango and feels new to his touch.

He cocks his head, as if to say no bad. A second later, he puts the suit on, opens up a window, and swings out of the Sanctum.

∿∿∿

YOU WAKE UP to the smell of mango and someone knocking on your window. Groggily, you open your eyes, rub them, then notice a familiar silhouette clad in red and blue hovering on the windowsill.

Is that—

“Spider-Man?”

You blink twice, rub your eyes again, and cock your head in confusion as the webslinger awkwardly waves at you. You wave back, drag yourself out of bed, open the window, and slowly back out as he slips into your bedroom.

“Hey,” he says.

You nod. “Hey?”

He clears his throat and points to the spider emblem in his chest.

“I’m, uh, Spider-Man.”

You nod again, eyebrows raised. “I know who you are . . .” your voice trails off then you ask, “What are you doing here, though? Don’t you have, like, things to do? Crime to fight? Supervillains to put away?”

“Er,” he mumbles, “I do but I got something a bit more important.”

“In between all the superhero stuff?”

He gives a small nod. “Yeah.”

“Oh-kay?” You narrow your eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?”

“Well, uh, I—” Spidey clears his throat. He begins pacing the room, hands on his waist, glancing your away every ten seconds or so, then gives his back to you. After a beat, he turns to you and shrugs. “If not now, when?”

“Wha—”

He leans in, pulls his mask off, and Kwon Soonyoung appears underneath it. “I’m Spider-Man,” he says, smiling a smile that perfectly embodies his sheepish idiocy. “And I’m an idiot for telling you earlier.”

Your eyes grow wide, your mouth hangs open, and then everything clicks. All the sudden disappearances or the calls immediately directed to his voicemail or the times you noticed a bruise here or there. You try to say something but the shock is too much and you just punch him in the shoulder and embrace him in a hug.

“You smell like mango!” you exclaim, entranced by how sweet he smells.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes but can’t conceal a bout of giggling. “It is.”

He hugs you tighter. The way his hands wrap around the small of your back feels familiar, comfortable. You lean your head on his shoulder as he leans his against yours. It feels like it’s meant to be.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” he whispers.

“I’m just glad you did,” you whisper back.

You hold him tight and wish to never let him go. Your eyes meet with his and you remain there, looking at each other, losing in each other’s gaze. His eyes linger in your lips and after a moment he leans in. 

The kiss is gentle and it seems to last forever.

∿∿∿

“HOW DID THE spell go?”

Jihoon painfully rolls his eyes and twists his neck left and right until he hears it crack. He doesn’t have to turn to know Minghao is behind him, possibly smirking at him, dripping with smugness, waiting for a lie or an excuse. But he does turn and sees that Minghao is just standing there, clad in his teal and golden yellow Disciple robes, a curious glint in his eyes.

“Well, let’s see,” says Jihoon, lifting a hand to count off his fingers. “The very fabric of reality isn’t breaking apart. We have no interdimensional visitors. Oh, and Wong hasn’t killed me yet. So far, so good.”

Minghao giggles mischievously. “You broke some rules and but them back together, didn’t you?”

“Sure,” says Jihoon, closing his eyes to continue meditating. “Let’s go with that.”

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💎🍚Day 9: Overdramatic Caretaker

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Summary: “You should sit out for the rest of the concert.” Had Hoshi finally completely lost his mind?

CW: emeto, fainting

Sickie: Woozi/Jihoon Caretaker: Hoshi/Soonyoung

“You should sit out for the rest of the concert.”

At first the words didn’t even make sense in Woozi’s head, even less so the fact that they were directed at him. He blinked up at Hoshi, brushing back his long blond hair that fell into his face. They had just come down from the stage for a short VCR break a.k.a. “if you change your outfit quick enough you may even be able to use the bathroom before going back out”. They had still the last parts of the concert left, having just finished All My Love and were about to perform Maestro. 

“What?”, he stuttered out, completely confused. 

Had Hoshi finally completely lost his mind?

Seungcheol and Wonwoo, who were standing close enough to overhear the conversation, looked just as lost as Woozi felt. Wonwoo even had stopped halfway through switching his pants, only one leg clad in the new trousers for the next set. The leader on the other hand was blinking in confusion, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world - which, to be fair, Hoshi’s statement just might be.

“You dropped your mic when we left the stage”, Hoshi added when he saw the confusion, sounding so logical as if that explained anything.

Woozi flushed, embarrassed. Luckily the mics had already been turned off but still some of the other members had startled at the loud sound, Mingyu joking that maybe Woozi was just as clumsy as he was.

“I promise I won’t drop it on stage if that's what you’re worried about?” 

“That’s nice but I think you really should sit out”, Hoshi insisted.

Seungcheol seemed to have enough of the vague explanations and said: “For the love of God, just say what you want to say, Soonyoung-ah.” He looked around. “And Wonwoo-yah, put on your pants, it’s getting awkward.”

The other rapped flushed, quickly getting dressed as Hoshi rolled his eyes. 

“Fine, I’ll say it outright: You’re normally not clumsy at all, Jihoon-ah. I don’t think I have ever seen you drop anything unless ... you’re having a migraine aura, aren't you?”

That was what Hoshi was worried about? It would have been cute if he hadn’t made such a fuss out of nothing. Sure, Jihoon normally didn’t drop stuff easily but he had been more focused on not falling than the microphone. The contrast between the extremely bright stage and the darkness backstage had temporarily made him unable to see anything and he hadn’t wanted to fall down the stairs, thank you very much.

“No, I don’t”, Woozi replied, glaring at Hoshi, Seungcheol, Wonwoo and all the others who had suddenly given up on pretending not to listen after hearing the word migraine. “I feel fine.”

“Are you sure?”, Seungkwan called worriedly, apparently unable to understand that Hoshi was making a mountain out of a molehill and the words I am fine.

“Yes”, Woozi insisted, annoyed. “I just dropped my mic, it happens. Do you want me to remind you that you nearly dropped Dino’s phone into the pool yesterday? Twice, I might mention.”

“You did what?”, Dino screeched.

“Relax. Notice how hyung said nearly? It’s still working, isn’t it?”, Seungkwan defended himself. 

Woozi focused on changing his outfit then, happy the conversation was turned from him. If throwing Seungkwan under the bus was all it took, he should do it more often. 

The others seemed satisfied with the explanation, dropping the subject and soon enough they were about to enter the stage again. Well, all of them except Hoshi.

“I’m keeping an eye on you. And that is a promise, not a threat”, Hoshi said just before the mics turned on, robbing Woozi of a chance to reply.

💎

It was sometime around Together that Woozi had to admit to himself that maybe Hoshi had not been overly dramatic at all. Everytime the stage lights shone into his direction he felt stars explode in his vision. His hand and a part of his face felt a bit numb, like they always did when he in fact had a migraine aura. And he never had had a problem with the difference of lighting on stage and backstage before.

It couldn’t have come at a worse point in time. 

Still, he was Woozi, an idol. He was not going to let what might be an aura stop him from performing. Besides, they only had Headliner and, well, an uncertain amount of Aju Nice’s left.

He could do it. If he was lucky he had about an hour until he was reduced to being a miserable, queasy mess. It was enough time to finish the concert and well, he preferably wanted to be at the dorm if that really was his future. It didn’t seem likely that they would finish that soon and they’d still be at the stadium or in transit when it hit but the most important thing was to finish the concert. 

He decided to push all thoughts of unwellness aside.

It was until they were on that huge moving platform that he succeeded. He trailed after the other hyung-line members, only speeding up a bit when he realized how far back he had fallen and managed to catch up with Wonwoo and Jeonghan who seemed exhausted as well. Wandering around aimlessly was better than standing still, even if the motion was making him dizzy.

When Joshua wrapped an arm around him to wave at the Carats below them he just smiled and hoped it didn’t look like a grimace. His stomach was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable and he crossed his arms protectively around his abdomen, hoping it just looked like his nonchalant personality or even as if he was trying to show off his muscles.

He may have been able to fool Carats but Hoshi took one look at him when arranging them for the dance part and his worry came back instantly. The older placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in support. His eyes read a concerned “Are you okay?”

Woozi nodded at him and hoped he would be fine.

It wasn’t like he could not be. He was so far away from any exits that there wasn't even a chance for him to leave if he wanted or, he hoped it never came to that, had to. All in the eyes of the fans too. No, he couldn’t be anything but fine.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he at first didn’t even notice he was jumping into the opposite direction as his hyungs despite having started the same way and it took a few more jumps until he was clumsily able to correct himself. By then they were nearly done and he gave up on the motion as soon as he could. 

His vision was spinning and flashing and the upright movement of the platform was only worsening it. At least he was able to sing while it moved; concentrating on the words and notes saving him. He was supposed to walk towards the fans on the balconies but as soon as a stage light hit him directly in the face, he spun around and walked back to oversee the Carats on the floor. They wouldn’t be able to see if he was wincing or showing discomfort as easily as any Carat on the same height as they were.

But as the platform moved, and that was a horrible horrible feeling, he was starting to get blinded by the stage lights again. He had no choice but to turn to the Carats on the balcony. He just hoped that walking around (and not tripping over his own feet) was enough to not have any of the fans focus on him, instead choosing to focus on the members waving at them. 

💎

It was in the middle of the platform moving from the front stage to the middle stage when the first tendrils of pain began sneaking in, a wave of uneasiness and, worse, queasiness following. Woozi stopped in his tracks for a second, panic taking over. It was only then that he realized that he was trapped on the platform with no way out, all while thousands of Carats watched. He had no choice but to push through. He had no choice at all. When the platform finally arrived on the other side, Woozi ignored the pain in order to sprint off the deathtrap they’d been on, glad for the solid ground and closer exits now. Still, he would only give up when he had no other choice.

In the end, Woozi had no idea how often they had sung Aju Nice. Four times? Five times?

He had tried his best to pretend he was fine but with his vision constantly exploding with lights and the sound starting to hurt his ears it had been incredibly hard to hide that he was going down fast. Nausea was starting to make him feel simultaneously chilled and too warm and saliva was gathering in his mouth. Hoshi had given him worried glances all the time, sticking as close as possible without making it too obvious. At one point Woozi even had to switch microphone hands as he feared that he would drop it again, his hand feeling incredibly numb. And then, when they were just done, just about to end, the real pain hit unexpectedly. It was like a supernova erupted in his eye and his knees nearly gave up on him. Just a few more minutes he told himself.

Holding on and praying he would be fine was all he could do when it was time to say goodbye. Seungcheol’s speech seemed to drag on longer than normally and when they bowed it took all his strength to not throw up right then and there on stage and just stand back up again.

💎

The screen separating them from the view of Carats had not even fully closed when his knees gave out and he crashed to the floor. 

Woozi was aware that somebody was carrying him away, aware of the chaos and the worry. But everything just hurt. He was in so much pain he couldn’t even tell who was with him and what they were saying. He just whimpered and buried his face in the person’s shoulder, needing to escape from the light at last. 

He was laid down on what he assumed was a waiting room couch, the leather cool against his overheated skin. Voices were still washing over him but he was too disoriented to know what was going on except for the awful pain in his head. 

Something was placed over his mouth and nose. An oxygen mask? Only then did he realize how fast and irregular his breathing was and how it made his pain worse. Taking deeper breaths was barely helping.

An ice pack was pressed to his forehead and Woozi breathed out in relief. It was the first nice thing he had felt since, well, maybe his bed that morning. He became aware enough of a hand stroking his hair back and then Soonyoung whispering to him in a low voice. Woozi couldn’t make out the words but it was comforting enough. 

Sadly the comfort was soon replaced by another stab of pain. Jihoon couldn’t help but cry out in pain, tears gathering in his eyes. It hurt so badly. He just wanted it to stop.

Instead it got worse. The nausea that had been threatening him for so long finally boiled over and the person holding the oxygen mask to his face didn’t even have enough time to pull it away between the first gag and the hot vomit rushing up his throat.

Jihoon coughed, desperately trying not to breathe in the sick that was running back into his mouth, and then people started shouting. He pathetically whimpered at the noise level. Luckily somebody shushed the voices and then, finally, Jihoon was turned to his side.

He choked and gagged helplessly for what seemed like an eternity, unable to feel anything but the white-hot lava in his skull and the unrelenting waves of disgusting vomit coming up. 

When it was over, Jihoon just closed his eyes and let himself pass out.

💎

Jihoon had no idea if he had been awake before he woke up the next day around lunch. 

(He had been but the members were glad he didn't remember his crying and throwing up and the terrible pain that had left him helpless and sick for hours nor how scared they all had been since he had just collapsed on them unexpectedly to anybody other than Soonyoung.)

As he blinked his eyes open at last, he was greeted by Soonyoung sitting on the floor by his bed, a bucket still at the side just in case. The older smiled brightly at him when he came to understand that Jihoon was not in the throes of the migraine anymore, just a bit shaky and still with a slight headache.

“Hey, Hoonie”, he whispered, still mindful of any possibly remaining symptoms, “how are you feeling?”

“Okay”, Jihoon breathed out, “good.”

“Good”, Soonyoung repeated, brushing Jihoon’s hair out of his face, “huh, guess I wasn’t overly dramatic after all?”

Jihoon groaned and buried his face in his pillows. It may have been embarrassing, yet, yet it did feel good to know that Soonyoung was looking out for him.

Notes: Somehow this unexpectedly turned into a “re-telling”/”what if” of Seventeen’s Follow Again concert in Seoul on April 27th 2024. Below are the yt links I used as references, obviously the videos don’t belong to me!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvJKdvzuBtM&list=PL0n1IhkYiG2wx43JrJgevoNW_kBqXSL_o&index=31

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loydPUp--qE

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Sicktember 2024

[manokkinda-blog]

kindergarten!au with Seventeen

part 1 | part 2

Choi Seungcheol/ S.coups -befriends and plays with everyone -encourages everyone, even the shy kids, to play and spend time together -happily gives piggyback rides to his classmates -tosun caretaker #1 (class pet rabbit) -challenges people to wrestle with him bc he knows he’ll win

 Yoon Jeonghan -pranks classmates and blames other classmates for them so he’s never caught -sleepy for the whole day but when it’s naptime he’s Wide Awake -actually a nice kid -encourages his classmates to make up when they fight -also a really active kid when no one notices -never found during hide and seek -hogs the slide -hates vegetables and gives them all to joshua

 Hong Jisoo / Joshua -the most respectful kid -falls for jeonghan’s pranks for a while then gets used to it -the first in his class to learn to read but only in english -his lunchbox often includes fruits and vegetables -shares his food with everyone but no one eats his vegetables -eats his vegetables and likes them -bikes to school with his lil trike w/ training wheels

Wen Junhui / Jun -a pro in all playground equipment especially the monkey bars -can hang upside down from the monkeybars -quirky personality but then after a while gets shy and flustered -brings in adult coloring books to look cool but colors outside the lines like everyone else

 Kwon Soonyoung / Hoshi -fingerpainting enthusiast -chases his classmates with paint on his hands -trips and falls easily while playing -always has a few bandaids on him of different designs -plays with his food -competes with jeonghan for the slide

 Jeon Wonwoo -attempts to read books on a whole other level for a kindergartener but he can’t read yet -is offered picture books by the teacher instead -goes behind people and scares them -befriends stray cats

Lee Jihoon / Woozi -very shy -brings a baseball bat and mitt to school but is too shy to ask anyone to play with him -loves the swingset on the playground -stuck on the high end of the seesaw often and gets frustrated

[seventeen-central]

‘Till Your Seventies - Soonyoung Angst

 Request: So I accidentally sent back a response before writing out the request but it was basically a request for either a Hoshi angst or Dino fluff. I’m feeling angsty so whoop there it is.

 Word Count:791 (Yes, I know it is short, but I wanted to get two scenarios posted in one day.)

 Genre: Angst

 Member/Group: Soonyoung (Hoshi) of SEVENTEEN

A/N: I came up with this whole thing because I was writing out ‘Soonyoung’ and  then I started laughing and thinking about him being ‘Soonold’ which then made me cry. 

 “Yeobo, do you remember this photo?” Soonyoung pointed his frail finger at a small photo that had been stuck on a scrapbook you had been working on. The photo itself was in amazing condition considering how old it was, though it did have small tears and a few discolored marks on it. It depicted a young couple, the female wearing a gorgeous wedding gown and the male in a pristine white suit. Their arms were linked and they were taking their first steps out of the chapel on their special day, bright smiles graced each face.

 “Of course I do? Do you really think I’m dumb enough to forget my own wedding day? Jesus, I may have Alzheimers but even my memory isn’t that bad.” Soonyoung smiled and let out a breathy chuckle before putting his arm around your slim shoulders. 

 About a year ago, your doctor had officially diagnosed you with Alzheimers and it had basically shattered your life. You fell into a deep depression, and the only thing that pulled you out of your depleted state was your husband and your now fully-grown family. Soonyoung had taken on the role as your caretaker, even though he was also nearing the end of his sixties. Some days were easy, all he needed to do was make sure you had your medicine and keep a close eye on you. Other days, you would forget whole parts of your life such as the time you completely forgot that you no longer had a single baby but five fully grown children. That was a day that opened Soonyoung to the realities of your disease, and he had tried so hard since then to ensure things never got that bad again.

 “What do you want for lunch, (Y/N)?” He looked into your kind eyes as you pondered the question for a few moments.

 “Ah, why don’t we have homemade hamburgers again! I haven’t made those since Jaehee was a little girl.” Soonyoung nodded and moved so he could assist you in getting off the couch. You swatted his hands away when he tried to grab your arm to help you get up, and shot him a smirk. 

 “If you want some of this, you’re out of luck. I’m married, and my husband’s in the kitchen.”

 “Sweetheart, it’s me. And believe me, considering that we have kids I can say that what I want, I have gotten out of you.” Mumbling, you stepped forward and ignored the remark that left your husbands mouth.

 Surprisingly, you managed to cook with little of your husband’s help. Within an hour, you and Soonyoung were sitting down to a home cooked meal. The food was delicious, and you had not managed to utter out a single word between the large bites of food you were shoving in your mouth.

 “(Y/N), this turned out so well! This is why I love your cooking.”

 “Yeobo, I have a question for you... and you have to answer honestly.” The concern was obvious, and your husband reached across the table to interlace his fingers with yours.

 “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” His eyebrows rose slightly and his forehead wrinkled, but his eyes held a smile nonetheless. 

 “Am I a burden? I mean, we were so young when we got married- you were 24 and I was 21, you didn’t know how life was going to turn out. You married me for a loving wife, not a bird-brained granny that can't even name all her children... What if I don’t remember the past 40 years we’ve spent together? You’ll be all alone, taking care of a woman that is nothing but a shadow of her former self...”

 “(Y/N), you are not and never will be a burden. I fell in love with you over 40 years ago, and even when you got your diagnosis I have still seen you as the woman I met on the train so long ago. If I were in your position, I know you would do the same for me. So no, you are not a burden on me at all.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as Soonyoung moved his thumb up to swipe them away.

 “I... I love you, Soonyoung. I hope we can stay like this forever.” He moved around the table to cradle your feeble frame.

 “I love you too, Yeobo. I will love you and care for you, even when we are way past our seventies and we are both old grouches that use canes and only eat at iHop.” A giggle escaped your mouth once again, and you settled back into your loving husband’s arms.

[fics4you]

Hi!!! Could you write a SVT Hoshi snzfic with Dino as Caretaker??? Thank youuuu

Sickie: Hoshi

Caretaker: Dino

Tiger vs cats

Prompt chosen specifically because I want a kitten

Hoshi had a big heart, that was a well known fact. He tried to hide it under his performance leader aura and stage presence, but every once in a while it would come out like the force of a tiger. The #1 place this came out was around the maknae, and the #2 was around cute animals.

So when Soonyoung was walking home from a dance practice and he heard a rustling in the bushes he quickly became intrigued. He went over carefully to not startle the creature. When out of the bushes a small grey kitten crawled out. He smiled at the cute critter and reached his hand out, "hey cutie" he said softly. The kitten came closer and sniffled Soonyoung's hand before nudging at his hand with its tiny nose, Soonyoung smiled at the precious critter, before her gently picked it up, "hello precious" he kissed the ball of fluff on the top of her head. "Can I call you Princess?" He said, he sniffled, ignoring the itchy sensation growing in his nose and eyes.

He carried the furry critter back to his dorm, nuzzling it as he went. He was almost to the dorm when he felt the overwhelming need to sneeze, so he turned his head towards his shoulder "etchh-ew hhh-ktcehw hektchew- htchew" he sniffled and rubbed his nose against his shoulder, the kitten let out a distressed meow, "sorry princess" he sniffled, an overactive immune system wasn't going to stop him from caring for the adorable and lovable fur ball he rescued.

Upon arriving back to the dorm he was met by Chan, who was excited he wasn't home alone anymore, having become bored after nearly two hours, but he was shocked upon seeing a puffy eyed, red nosed Sooyoung instead. "hyung oh my gosh, are you okay?!" The maknae said in shock, the dancer smiled and nodded, "yep! Look at this cutie" he said, he carried the kitten inside, pausing to sneeze, causing the kitten to startle and scratch Soonyoung, which resulted in a light scolding from the dancer. The maknae was watching the scene in shock, "uh... Hyung aren't you-"

"hektchew- htchew hhh- ktchew- tkcheew"

"allergic to-"

"ktchew-! Ehh-ktchew! HhkTchew!"

"cats"

"only a little bi-hh-hit- ktchew-!" The maknae shook his head, "bless you" he went over to Soonyoung, the kitten struggling against his hold, he took the adorable fur ball away from the sneezy dancer. "Thank you" Soonyoung said softly, he went over to the couch and took a tissue out of the box sitting there, he blew his nose, causing both Princess and Chan to flinch. "Hyung, she needs to go" Chan said looking at the cat, "no! She's so cute and she was all alone!" He exclaimed. And she can't go to the hiphop unit dorm because of Vernon and Mingyu, and can't go to the vocal unit dorm because of Seokmin, so we have to take care of him"

"Hyung, what about you? You're literally having a full on allergic reaction." Chan exclaimed in shock, he looked at his hyung's arms, covered in bright red rash, "I'm worried you're going to stop breathing!" He said, just as Soonyoung tried to protest he had to turn away once again, "hekttchhew ektchew! KkTChew! HtChew!! Ehh- TChEew!"

"bless you" the cat yowled, "I'll tell you what Hyung, she can live in the backyard. And we can feed her, take care of her and that way you can still see her, but not always be covered in cat hair." He glanced at Soonyoung's shirt, the black and red shirt was littered with grey hairs. Soonyoung frowned slightly, but he knew it was for the best, he took the kitten from Chan and carried her to the fenced-in backyard, he kissed her before closing the door. Immediately he sneezed, "bless you" Chan said, he went over to his hyung and patted his back, "you need to shower. You're covered in cat hair." Soonyoung couldn't argue there, he was starting to get a headache from sneezing so much, and his eyes honestly were burning.

While he showered Chan rinsed off and changed his clothes before vacuuming the living room, the couch, and then wiping down the tables, chairs and entryway. He went upstairs and collected the contaminated clothes and put them in the wash, alongside his own clothes and then changed again.

He came downstairs to a much less sneezy and brighter looking hyung, but it was obvious that Soonyoung was still facing the remains of his reaction. "Benadryl" Chan said simply, having the blister pack to his friend, who took it with no complaints.

"let's watch a movie"

"can we watch the aristocats?" Soonyoung asked, Chan laughed but agreed immediately. The two of them watched the movie until the Chinese members returned, "did you guys know there's a cat in our yard?" Jun asked, causing Sooyoung to laugh and explain the events of the day to an entertained audience.

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a very biased christmas | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

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↳ summary: the basketball team captain and the bookish loner both have crushes on you. this sounds an awful lot like a movie you’ve seen before. high school!au.

call me lover boy | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly.” college!au.

⎡JEONGHAN⎦

boyfriend!jeonghan | ・, ♥︎.

↳ summary: you’re one of seventeen’s stylists and jeonghan makes it his mission to be your man. boyfriend!au.

howl’s moving castle!jeonghan | ▪︎, ☾.

↳ summary: jeonghan as howl from howl’s moving castle.

⎡JOSHUA⎦

college boyfriend!joshua | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: local campus coffee shop barista, film animation major, and heartthrob joshua hong falls in love with the unsuspecting you, more at six. college!au.

cat caught your tongue | ✎, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: every witch needs a familiar. unfortunately for joshua, you might just be the most troublesome one yet. witch!au.

⎡JUN⎦

the great autumnal compromise | ✎, ♥︎.

↳ summary: if you were going to fight a complete stranger (and a very handsome one at that) over the perfect pumpkin, well… go hard or go home, dignity be damned.

⎡SOONYOUNG⎦

dad!hoshi | ・+ ▪︎, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: soonyoung’s life takes a turn for the tough when he’s left to raise triplets all on his own, but a certain cute elementary teacher makes it all a little easier. dad!au.

⎡WONWOO⎦

college boyfriend!wonwoo | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: wonwoo is used to sticking to the shadows, but you just might be the only person who can pull him out of his shell… and he won’t stop blushing about it! college!au.

model!wonwoo | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: you’re a photographer and your favorite subject is jeon wonwoo. model!au.

bodyguard!wonwoo | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: he’s a lover, a fighter, and someone you didn’t expect to care about as much as you do. bodyguard!au.

bonnie and clyde | ✎, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: “I’m a thief/hacker/murderer and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner". hacker!au.

three’s company | ⦿, ♥︎, ☾,☁︎.

↳ summary: the basketball team captain and the bookish loner both have crushes on you. this sounds an awful lot like a movie you’ve seen before. high school!au.

morning routine | ✎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist.”

i never meant to make you bleed | ✎, ☾, ☁︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “you can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me” ⇢ he will always be your stardust boy. the good place!au.

⎡JIHOON⎦

college boyfriend!jihoon | ・, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: nationwide known piano prodigy and secretly known campus dj jihoon falls for you the first time on accident. he falls harder for you the next time on purpose. college!au.

⎡SEOKMIN⎦

the barkchelor | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “Hi, I saw on your dating profile that the only criteria you judge potential suitors on is whether they’re a dog or cat person…?” additionally, “You’re pretty cute so I’ll give you a pass if you pick the wrong answer.” 

⎡MINGYU⎦

boyfriend!mingyu | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: you’re a trainee at pledis, mingyu really wants you to like him. how cute. boyfriend!au.

ice cream for sweetheart | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: as far as you’re concerned, kim mingyu is good for nothing. but on a particularly hot summer day, it’s proven that that’s not totally true. bad boy!au.

winter blues | ✎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: 60. “You are my sunshine.” husband!au.

bodyguard!mingyu | ・, ☾, ♥︎, ✓

↳ summary: he’s clumsy, he’s nervous, and he really piques your interest. bodyguard!au.

⎡MINGHAO⎦

college boyfriend!minghao + animal shelter volunteer!minghao | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: xu minghao can admit he loves two things in life: animals, and of course, you. college!au + animal shelter volunteer!au.

⎡VERNON⎦

boyfriend!vernon | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: you work at a café and vernon comes by from time to time to get lyric inspiration (hint: he actually comes to look at you). boyfriend!au.

a very biased christmas | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: it’s the biggest christmas party of the season, you’re dared to be blindfolded and kissed under the mistletoe with the mission of finding the culprit, only, you have way too many suspects.

⎡ALL⎦

babysitter!monsta x | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: monsta x as babysitters!

⎡HYUNWOO⎦

college boyfriend!shownu | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: hyunwoo is a dancer and you fall in love in pilates class. college!au.

hercules!shownu | ▪︎, ☾.

↳ summary: shownu as disney!hercules.

zeus’ place | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: “zeus’ place is a café invented for demigods, magical creatures, and humans alike to mingle and drink great coffee under a magical glamour that conceals the identities of anyone not fully human!” ⇢ hyunwoo happens to be the son of zeus on top of being a very popular barista at Zeus’ Place, but between daughters of Aphrodite and blue-skinned nymphs, he finds himself falling for a beautiful (and very flustering) human: you. demigod!au.

⎡HOSEOK⎦

a very biased christmas | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: it’s the biggest christmas party of the season, you’re dared to be blindfolded and kissed under the mistletoe with the mission of finding the culprit, only, you have way too many suspects.

hate me now | ✎, ☁︎.

↳ summary: love is a fleeting feeling. it’d be nice if that thought was mutual.

today, i smile | ✎, ☁︎, slight ♥︎, sequel.

↳ summary: what nobody told him about being in love is that it can’t just go away, and sometimes, it never really leaves in the first place. a continuation of hate me now.

⎡MINHYUK⎦

jack frost!minhyuk | ▪︎, ☾.

↳ summary: minhyuk as jack frost.

college boyfriend!minhyuk | ・, ♥︎, ☾, mentions of ✕, ✓.

↳ summary: minhyuk is your building’s RA, and a really cute one at that. college!au.

nothing fucks with my baby | ⦿, ❨, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: inspired by prompt 6. “Just drive, I don’t care about the destination, just drive.” you remember him. he’s a good person, always has been and always will be. right? zombie apocalypse!au, exes to lovers!au.

⎡KIHYUN⎦

a whisper, a tune | ⦿, ☾, ☁︎, slight ♥︎.

↳ summary: “Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?“ dystopian!au.

⎡HYUNGWON⎦

college boyfriend!hyungwon | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: hyungwon is a chemistry major/model on campus who has a problem with you, a budding photographer/eyebrow destroyer. but an impromptu coffee date and an impulsive kiss later says otherwise. college!au.

funny habits | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎, ✓.

↳summary: “You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.”  ⇢ this wasn’t what you were expecting to find out over an exchange of homemade cookies.hybrid!au.

⎡JOOHEON⎦

snowball fights and cold kisses | ⦿, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other…” with a lil twist

a very biased christmas | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: it’s the biggest christmas party of the season, you’re dared to be blindfolded and kissed under the mistletoe with the mission of finding the culprit, only, you have way too many suspects.

tough guy | ✎, ♥︎, ☁︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: to everyone in your city, lee jooheon is a force to be reckoned with. to his gang members, he’s their fearless and strong leader. but to you? he’s the boyfriend who forgot to bring home eggs like you asked four times. biker gang!au.

⎡CHANGKYUN⎦

truce | ✎, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: “I’m up to the challenge.” rival!au.

eye for an eye | ✎,♥︎,☁︎,☾,✓.

↳ summary: “This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?” rival!au.

⎡TAEYONG⎦

boyfriend!taeyong | ・, ♥︎.

↳ summary: taeyong is really shy and doesn’t know how to tell you he likes you, but when he does, it’s bliss. boyfriend!au.

could be worse | ✎, ♥︎, mentions of ✕, ✓.

↳ summary: “You’re very attractive but that’s still a weird fucking kink.” + “I’m not religious but I’ve never prayed so hard in my life until that moment.”

⎡TAEIL⎦

college boyfriend!taeil | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: mr. piano man, sing me a dream. or, music major!taeil has big dreams and you are one of the ones that come true.

⎡YUTA⎦

college boyfriend!yuta | ・, ♥︎, ☁︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: kiss kiss fall (down in defeat playing soccer with a near professional athlete) in love. college!au.

⎡KUN⎦

of goats and prophecies | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “Oh calm down, it’s just an ancient glowing sword. Nothing to be scared of.” ⇢ gods and immortal warriors and goats falling from the sky… and kun wants to share a few choice words with whatever entity that made him a part of a prophecy to kill a demon king. fantasy!au, kinda medieval!au, reincarnation!au if you squint. 

⎡JUNGWOO⎦

gardener!jungwoo | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: kim jungwoo: stealing hearts and planting flowers is all in a day’s work.

⎡YUKHEI⎦

bad boy!yukhei | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: wong yukhei is the bad boy of your school- oh, you’re kidding, right? he really is the bad boy of the school? please, tell me you’re joking.

like the kind of movie we used to hate | ✎, ☁︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: “he’s [great]. I hope he makes you happy.” ex!au.

⎡MARK⎦

a fairy king and an elven warrior walk into a nerd convention | ✎, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time, right?” cosplay!au.

no choir | ✎, ☾, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “I gathered you here to hide from some vast unnameable fear, but the loneliness never left me, I always took it with me. But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company.” when everything feels a little too overwhelming, the most simple and most important comforts come from his touch. high school!au. 

⎡RENJUN⎦

elementary | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: all you leave behind is the ghost of your touch on Renjun’s skin and the memory of a person who had finally gained that upper hand. detective!au, criminal!au.

⎡JENO⎦

a little gift | ⦿, ♥︎, ☾.

↳ summary: for the last couple of months, a certain friendly neighborhood superhero has been leaving you your favorite coffee every morning when you get to school. you don’t know how he knows you (or your favorite coffee order), but you’ve got a funny feeling you’re gonna find out soon. spiderman!au.

language of the flora | ⦿, ♥︎, ☾.

↳ summary: : jeno’s too shy to confess his crush on you with words, the barista who works next door to his flower shop, so he decides a clever alternative is through the language of flowers. there is only one problem… you’re not that fluent in plant. florist!au.

for real love | ✎, ☾, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time right?” robot!au.

two of a kind | ✎, ☾, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✓, sequel. ↳ summary: stubbornness was one of his best traits. robot!au.

lullaby | ✎, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: you share a moment with jeno in the moonlight. boyfriend!au.

when the bones are good | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ☁︎, ✓.

↳ summary: ❝when there ain’t a crack in the foundation, I know any storm we’re facing will blow right over while we stay good. the house don’t fall when the bones are good.❞ optional epilogue (to battlecry).

⎡DONGHYUCK⎦

runaways | ✎, ☁︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: 47. “Who did this to you?” + 54. “Please don’t shut me out.” mafia!au.

tulips | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: “tulips, the beautiful you. tulips, so lovable.” barista!au + college!au.

snowy day with haechan | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: your new boyfriend takes you on a date out on the town during your first winter together.

⎡JAEMIN⎦

friends to lovers!jaemin and jisung | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: as told by the title.

battlecry | ⦿,☾, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: love is cruel, ignorance is bliss, and all good kings must learn this. prince!au, knight!au.

when the bones are good | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ☁︎, ✓. ↳ summary: ❝when there ain’t a crack in the foundation, I know any storm we’re facing will blow right over while we stay good. the house don’t fall when the bones are good.❞ optional epilogue. 

⎡JISUNG⎦

friends to lovers!jaemin and jisung | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: as told by the title.

⎡ALL⎦

frat boy!got7 | combined ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: got7 as frat boys!

babysitter!got7 | combined ・, ♥︎, ☾.

↳summary: got7 as babysitters!

grocery store worker!got7 | combined ・, ♥︎, ☾.

↳ summary: got7 working at a grocery store!

⎡JAEBUM⎦

ghost!jaebum | ・, ☾, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: you talk to ghosts, and a kid named bambam asks you to help communicate with his dead big brother jaebum. (really sad) cuteness ensues. supernatural!au.

why she stayed | ⦿, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: fan hate pushes you to leave jaebum for good, but it’s only so long before you remember all the reasons why you stayed in the first place.

a very biased christmas | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: it’s the biggest christmas party of the season, you’re dared to be blindfolded and kissed under the mistletoe with the mission of finding the culprit, only, you have way too many suspects.

⎡MARK⎦

imaginary friend!mark | ・, ☾, ♥︎, ☁︎, ✓.

↳ summary: mark died before he could watch his little sister grow up, and you’re the new babysitter. mark’s little sister has a lot of explaining to do. supernatural!au.

college boyfriend!mark | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: mark is the best boyfriend ever. college!au.

the things we do for love | ⦿, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: your boyfriend mark is an art student, and he’s nothing if not one with his art. literally. art student!au.

a very biased christmas | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: it’s the biggest christmas party of the season, you’re dared to be blindfolded and kissed under the mistletoe with the mission of finding the culprit, only, you have way too many suspects.

roommate!mark | ・, ♥︎, ☾. ✓.

↳ summary: mark as your rooommate. roommate!au.

⎡JACKSON⎦

i’ll always make it back to you (m) | ⦿, ☁︎, ♥︎, ✕.

↳ summary: you and jackson promised to be best friends through anything, be it high school, significant others, or growing up. of course, neither of you had ever anticipated that a little more than two years later, a widespread virus would infest the entire world, and would rip you away from the one person you held close. you were lost, dying, and ready to give up on ever finding him again, but jackson had other plans. zombie hunter!au.

boyfriend!jackson | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: jackson as a boyfriend, because… everyone wants jackson as a boyfriend. boyfriend!au.

⎡JINYOUNG⎦

goblin!jinyoung | ・,☾, ♥︎, ☁︎, ✓.

↳ summary: jinyoung is a goblin who lost his first love nearly a thousand years ago. you happen to come into his life as the goblin’s bride, and he can’t help wondering why you seem so familiar. supernatural!au.

one of those days | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: “It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR”. neighbor!au.

⎡YOUNGJAE⎦

ghost!youngjae | ・, ☾, ☁︎, ♥︎.

↳ summary: you move into a new apartment and you meet your new dead roommate, choi youngjae. supernatural!au.

⎡BAMBAM⎦

ghost!bambam | ・, ☾, ♥︎, ☁︎, ✓.

↳ summary: bambam dies and starts haunting a house. you’re a real estate agent that really needs to sell that house. survival of the fittest. supernatural!au.

not all bad | ✎, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: “You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies"

⎡YUGYEOM⎦

spirit!yugyeom | ・, ☾, ♥︎, ☁︎, ✓.

↳ summary: yugyeom is a spirit trapped in a ouija board and you have too much time on your hands. supernatural!au.

down, boy | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ✓, epilogue.

↳ summary: yugyeom is insistent that he’s a big, bad demon you should be scared of. you believe him… right up until you realize he’s literally not that at all. supernatural!au.

boyfriend!yugyeom | ・, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: dating yugyeom is about as nice as you think it is. which is really nice. boyfriend!au.

to the rhythm | ✎, ☾, implied ✕.

↳ summary: “I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit”. dancer!au.

⎡JENNIE⎦

a very biased christmas | ⦿, ☾, ♥︎.

↳ summary: it’s the biggest christmas party of the season, you’re dared to be blindfolded and kissed under the mistletoe with the mission of finding the culprit, only, you have way too many suspects.

say my name | ✎, ♥︎, ☾, ✓, spin-off. ↳ summary: there’s something really funny about beating out eight guys and stealing the heart of your friend in a game of blindfolded kissing. jennie would know. after all, she just did it. written for if you picked jennie in “a very biased christmas”.

cherry | ✎, ♥︎, ☾.

↳ summary: you’re being kidnapped. well, it’s not really kidnapping if the girl doing the kidnapping is a 5′4 ball of badass who’s also your girlfriend and really bad at putting together romantic surprises but… semantics.

⎡LISA⎦

blue lagoon | ✎, ♥︎, ☾.

↳ summary: your parents always told you to steer clear of the too blue waters, for they might hold more than meets the eye. mermaid!au.

⎡JINWOO⎦

how to train your sanha | ✎, ♥︎, ☾, ✓.

↳ summary: 11. “You want me to take care of a dragon? Me, the person who can’t take care of a cactus.” fantasy!au.

⎡EUNWOO⎦

all this and heaven too | ✎, ☾, ♥︎, ✓.

↳ summary: 3. “Yes, they’re perfect, but…” fantasy!au, royalty!au, how to train your sanha!au.

⎡MINHYUK⎦

college boyfriend!rocky | ・, ♥︎, ☾.

↳ summary: you sit next to a cute dancer in the back of a business class. don’t tell him I told you this, but he thinks you’re pretty cute too.

⎡YOUNGHYUN⎦

rough (but just around the edges) | ✎, ♥︎, ☾.

↳ summary:  “Why do you sit with me at lunch everyday? We don’t even know each other and you never talk.” “I overheard some sleazy guys saying they would love to get you in bed and they happen to be terrified of me, so…” ⇢ he’s all dark eyes and scowls… except for you. bad boy!au.

⎡WONPIL⎦

a confession, of sorts | ⦿, ♥︎, ☁︎.

↳summary: “Why does everyone want to date the drummer? Keyboardists work just as hard, you know!” ⇢ wonpil gets a little drunk after a show and he’s got some choice words for dowoon… and you, his crush.

disclaimer: author is still learning personalities!

⎡WOOSUNG⎦

pillow talk | ✎, ♥︎.

↳ summary: he’s got an angelic voice, whether he’s singing his heart out on stage or whispering sweet nothings to you over the phone at three in the morning.

⎡SEULGI⎦

nothing like us | ✎, ☾, ☁︎, ✓.

↳ summary: 8. “You’re married?” + 12. “How exactly are you going to help me with my problem?” soulmate!au.

⎡DEAN | KWON HYUK⎦

boyfriend!dean | ・, ♥︎, mentions of ✕.

↳ summary: hyuk falls for you on the set of his music video, and he’s a pretty good boyfriend. if only he could stop intruding on your showers. boyfriend!au.

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