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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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You’re Scared To Meet The Other Members ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

“What’s there to be scared of?” Seungcheol asked you as you admitted to him your nerves as he suggested it was about time that you finally met the other members.

“What if they hate me? What if they don’t want me to be with you or around the group?” You quickly challenged, unable to stop yourself from fretting about the situation.

His head shook, reaching for your hand to be able to wrap both of his around yours, “I’m the leader, I’ll give them no choice but to like you and accept you Y/N.”

“You can’t do that, and I would expect you to either,” you sighed, “but it’s a possibility, they really could dislike me, then what do we do?”

His head continued to shake, “stop thinking so negatively, I know my members, and I know that they’ll adore you just like I do.”

“How can you be so sure?” You pushed.

“Trust me, I’m never wrong.”

The corners of your mouth slowly turned up at his confidence, “if they hate me, it’s your fault, I hope you know that. You’re the one promising me that they’ll love me.”

“I’ll take full responsibility, although I know that there’s nothing to worry about,” he continued to smile, “please don’t be scared to meet them.”

“I’ll try not to be anymore.”

Jeonghan:

“Why would I listen to them if they told me to break up with you anyway?” Jeonghan questioned as yet again you began to panic about the looming meeting with the boys.

“Because they’re your members, they’re your best friends,” you reminded him, “if they don’t like me, there’s no way that they’ll want you to stay with me, they’ll hate it.”

He chuckled softly at how panicked you were, “what’s to say they’ll hate you anyway? Because I know them, and I know that they’ll love you and what us to be together.”

“I hate how positive you always try to be,” you muttered under your breath, “do you ever prepare for the worst for any situation Jeonghan?”

His head shook proudly, “why would I prepare for the worst when I know the worst would never happen? We’ll never break up Y/N.”

“You sound so confident,” you pointed out.

“That’s because I’m incredibly confident.”

You stared across at him and the wide smile that he wore, “I wish I had your confidence, because right now I want to run away from all of your members.”

“I won’t let you run away, I’m excited for you to meet them and for all of you to get on so well, because I know that you will,” he vowed to you once again.

“I just really hope that you’re right.”

Joshua:

“How do you feel about meeting the boys?” Joshua asked you, taking you by complete surprise as the two of you sat to dinner. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so abrupt.”

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, trying to force a smile onto your face. “It’s just something I’ve tried really hard not to think about since we started dating, that’s all.”

His brows knitted together, “you’ve tried not to think about?” He asked, shocked when your head nodded. “Why would you think about not meeting them?”

“Because everything feels so good right now, and meeting each other’s friends is usually the spanner in the works for something to go wrong,” you confessed in response back to him.

His head shook at your reply, “we wouldn’t let it be the spanner in the works, we’d work through it if there were any bumps and things would be fine.”

“A bump as big as if they dislike me?” You retorted.

“Why would you think like that?”

You let go of a heavy sigh at Joshua’s serious response, “I watched it happen to Y/F/N, and I don’t want it to happen to me too, she was never happy since, and I don’t want to be the same.”

“You’d never be the same, because you’re not Y/F/N, you’re you,” he smiled, “and you know that I wouldn’t introduce you to my friends if it wasn’t for the best.”

“I guess you’re right, it can’t be as bad as I think.”

Jun:

“I get it,” Junhui smiled straight away when you told him your concerns about meeting the boys, “I felt the same way when you suggested meeting your friends.”

“But my friends aren’t global superstars,” you pointed out to him, “most of my friends work in clothing stores, they’re nobodies, they’re unrecognisable on the street.”

Junhui nodded in agreement, “they are still your friends though, which makes it important to me that I get along with them, regardless of who they are. Just like you and the boys.”

“I guess you’re right,” you whispered, looking away from his eyes, “I just feel like I’m stepping into the shoes that millions of your fans could only dream of to meet them.”

His hand reached out to rest over yours, “you’re meeting them as my girlfriend, those are shoes that no one will ever fill, I promise.”

“It’s still such a huge deal,” you reminded him.

“As was meeting your friends to me.”

The more Junhui spoke, admitting to you just how nervous he was to meet your friends, you got it. “I know that I need to stop stressing about it all and just enjoy meeting them.”

“I was scared too,” he comforted, “but just like I did with your friends, I’m sure that you’ll settle around the boys in no time and really get along.”

“I’m sure I will too, you’ve told me so many great things.”

Hoshi:

“They’re good people,” Soonyoung assured you, taking a tight hold of your hand, “and good people hate no one, it’s like a rule of human nature I swear.”

“I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” you laughed, “you hate the women three doors down and you’re supposed to be a good person, you can’t stand the poor woman.”

He bit down on his bottom lip, noting how stumped he was. “You get my point though, it’s just impossible fort he boys to not to love you, they’re adorable.”

“Are you still trying to defend your logic?” You frowned, “it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they hate me, I guess it would just make things a little more complicated.”

His head shook at your response, “stop trying to think so negatively, you’re the cutest, which means that the boys will fall in love with you too…just as friends, nothing more.”

“You’re digging yourself a bigger hole,” you smiled.

“I’m just trying to make you feel better.”

You squeezed gently against his hand, “I think it’s best if you probably just stop talking about all of this, because every comforting word you’ve given so far, I’ve proven wrong.”

“You’re probably right, but good people don’t hate,” he tried to assure you once again, “it’s not my fault the old lady is just simply intolerable.”

“Alright, I guess she might ask for it a little.”

Wonwoo:

“I’ve told them every possible thing they’ll love about you, which makes it wholeheartedly impossible for them to dislike,” Wonwoo tried to assure you as you panicked.

“That sounds impossible,” you argued, letting go of a peaceful giggle as his head nodded back at you. “You can’t have told them every possible thing that they’ll love.”

His head continued to nod, “I was there a long time because there are just so many things to love about you, but I did it. Every single last thing that you could think of.”

“You told them about how I like to fold the end of the toilet paper because it looks cute?” You challenged, surprised when his head nodded back at you.

Wonwoo let go of a chuckle, “I really do mean it when I tell you that I told them every last thing, I didn’t miss out a thing.”

“Even my weird cereal habit?” You asked.

“Especially your weird cereal habit.”

You couldn’t quite believe just how much detail he had gone to, ensuring that the boys adored you. “Was there really anything that you missed to tell them?”

“I told you,” he chuckled yet again, “there was nothing I was missing, they’ve really got no choice but to like you, and see how amazing you are.”

“I hope they don’t think I’m too weird now.”

Woozi:

“Don’t worry,” his voice whispered as you noticed the car pull up outside your apartment that was taking you to the event. “The boys will love you, I’m sure of it.”

“I’m not,” you frowned back at Jihoon, unable to hide the fear from your gaze. “Tonight, could go terribly, then where do we go from there? Just break up or something?”

His head shook instantly, “they know that I’m happy, which means before they’ve even met you, they love you. All they’ve ever wanted is for me to be happy, that’s it.”

“But I still could not be enough,” you whispered under your breath, beginning to walk towards the door only for Jihoon to pull you back.

His hand gripped tightly around your wrist, “I’m being serious, my happiness is their happiness. You make me smile, so you’ll make them smile too.”

“I just don’t want to let you down,” you sighed.

“Why would you ever do that?”

Your eyes looked up to meet his, “they’ve all probably painted a picture of me and how happy I make you, but what if I don’t match that, what if I’m worse than that?”

“That would be impossible,” he assured you, “if anything, I know for a fact that you’ll be better than any of them could have ever imagined.”

“I want to be good for them, that’s all.”

DK:

“They’ll see in you what I see in you,” Seokmin assured you as soon as he noticed the first couple of tears roll down your cheeks. “They’ll love you just like I do Y/N.”

“You can’t guess that,” you whimpered, feeling his hand rest underneath your chin, “what if they don’t see me in the same that you see me and end up hating me?”

His head shook, tilting your head back so that you could meet his eyes, “I’ve spent years with these guys, I know what they like and dislike, and I know that they’ll love you.”

“Stop finding all the answers to my concerns,” you sniggered back at him, dabbing under your eyes with the sleeves of the shirt you wore.

He grinned back at you, “if you’re asking me to stop comforting you, then it’s never going to happen. This is what I’m supposed to do.”

“I’m supposed to be worrying,” you laughed.

“And I’m the one who stops that.”

You leant forwards to rest your head against his shoulder, “I know that you know the boys, and I know that I should probably listen to what you say as well.”

“I know it’s hard, but when they see you smile and laugh, they’ll see why I love you and why you’re the perfect addition to our team,” he smiled.

“Well, I’m definitely feeling the pressure now.”

Mingyu:

“Why would they ever hate you?” Mingyu seriously asked you as you curled into his side, unbottling the fears you’d held in for so long over meeting all of his members.

“I don’t know,” you whispered against his chest, “it’s just a feeling that I have that things will go wrong, I can’t really pinpoint why I think that they’d ever really hate me.”

His lips pressed to the top of your head, “I think you’re worrying for nothing, and anyway, if any of them hated you, I’d make them realise that they should like you.”

“And how would you ever be able to do that?” You questioned, propping yourself up with your elbow, resting it carefully against his chest closely.

He shrugged back at you, “I’d find a way, I’m the tall one, and I reckon I could be quite intimidating to them if I really wanted to be.”

“You can’t scare them into liking me,” you frowned.

“It’s a good job I don’t need to then.”

His hands jabbed gently against your waist to try and bring a smile back to your face. “Stop trying to convince me that there’s no reason for me to worry about all of this.”

“I can’t stop you worrying you, but I’ll try my best to put your mind at ease,” Mingyu grinned, “you really don’t need to worry yourself though.”

“I’ll be glad once all of this is done, and I’ve met them.”

The8:

“The boys have been asking to meet you a lot recently too,” Minghao called out to you as you ended yet another call with his parents. “They’re keen to see you in person.”

“Oh,” you stuttered, slightly taken by surprise as you made your way into the kitchen. “Maybe we should give it a bit more time just yet, we’re hardly in a rush.”

Your response instantly had Minghao confused, “why does it sound like you don’t want to meet the members of my group at all Y/N, do you not like them or something?”

“It’s not that,” you sighed, turning around to look back at him, “but meeting them just feels so real, and I wouldn’t want for anything to go wrong because of it.”

He continued to stare at you in confusion, “why would anything ever go wrong? They’re desperate to meet you because they know how lovely you are.”

“How can they say that without meeting me?”

“Stop being negative,” he frowned.

You picked up a bottle of water before joining his side, “it’s not that I’m trying to be negative, but what if they end up disliking me, or if they have too high expectations of me?”

“Firstly, they would never dislike you, you’re my partner, secondly, their expectations are high, but I know that you can far exceed them,” he tried to assure you.

“I’m not sure, I’ll think about it for now.”

Seungkwan:

“Do you trust me?” Seungkwan asked as the panic set in as you began to get ready for your trip to the studio, and your first time meeting the other members of the group too.

“That’s a stupid question, of course, I do,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair to settle your locks, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust in you Seungkwan.”

He took a seat beside you at your vanity desk, “if you trust me, then you’ll listen to me and know that you have no reason to worry about anything today.”

“It’s easy for you to sit there and tell me not to worry,” you frowned, “but I’m terrified that they really will hate me and not want me to be there.”

His hand held onto yours, “if that’s how you feel, then you can’t trust me. You have to trust in me and the things that I’m saying Y/N.”

“I know, but it’s not that easy,” you sighed.

“I know it isn’t.”

You glanced across at him, “I’m not like you, these situations terrify me. You know that I trust in you, but that’s not enough to stop me worrying about so much of today.”

“Just try and worry as little as possible at least, for me,” he pleaded, “I don’t want you to worry about something that I know will be alright.”

“You’re probably right, things will be fine with them.”

Vernon:

“Are you even breathing?” Vernon chuckled as you sat at the table, noticing the first of his members walking into the restaurant for your first meeting with them all.

“I don’t think so,” you admitted, feeling your heartbeat quicken out of fear. “I just don’t want them to hate me. Where’s the nearest exit if I need to run away Vern?”

He laughed quietly at your comment, “you don’t need to worry about any exit doors, or anyone hating you. Just be yourself, that’s all you ever need to do.”

“I’m so scared,” you admitted as you noticed that it was Wonwoo who was approaching the table. “I don’t want to be the reason that they hate you either.”

Vernon reached for your hand underneath the table, “no one is hating anyone, just take some deep breaths and relax yourself.”

“Count,” you whispered, knowing he’d understand.

“In for three and relax.”

Slowly, as Vernon helped you along, your breathing settled as Wonwoo was inches from the table. “Y/N,” he smiled instantly when he saw you sat at Vernon’s side.

“Hi,” you squeaked nervously, continuing to grip tightly onto Vernon’s hand as Wonwoo sat to the table, instantly sitting at your side.

“It’s so good to finally meet you in person.”

Dino:

“Don’t fret,” a voice spoke up as you stared aimlessly out of the window in the taxi. “You don’t need to be scared,” Chan added from the seat beside you comfortingly.

“How can I not fret?” You sighed, turning your head around to look across at him, “so much is riding on tonight, they’re so protective of you, there’s every risk they could hate me.”

He let go of a soft chuckle, “there’s also every chance that they could love you too. Have you thought for a moment about the face that they could like you?”

“Not really,” you shamefully admitted, “I just never imagined that they’d want for their youngest member to find a girlfriend, that’s all.”

He reached his hand across to rest against your leg, “if it makes you feel better, I’m the one that they’ve been trying to set up on dates.”

“But you’re the baby of the group,” you giggled.

“Which is exactly why they do it.”

Chan continued to glance across at you, desperate to see even a hint of a smile from you. “Do you really think that they’ll like me tonight and that we’ll get on?”

“I’m incredibly confident that they’ll like you, I know you, and I know the boys,” he reminded you, “I’ll be forgotten about by you all by the end of the evening.”

“There’s no way I’d ever let that happen.”

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| THIEF | ┴SIƎH | [CHAPTER 3]

pairing; dom!jihoon x fem!reader x dom!seungcheol

this chapter’s notes; heist!au, dom!woozi, dom!seungcheol, threesome, spitroasting, filming of sexual acts, jihoon and cheol are mean in this fjdhjsdf, dirty talk, degradation, spit play, name calling, blowjobs/face fucking, hair pulling, no aftercare whatsoever🥴☠️ yall i have had a week and i’ll tell u all the tea tmr cuz i feel like talkin abt it for once bc I am that annoyed but anyway! 😭💕Welcome to the weekend! God am I exhausted, I feel like I say that every week LMAO Inbox roundup tmr too! And a temporary schedule as well~ 🥰 For now enjoy ch 3 of t|h and have a lovely rest of your day! 💕 I love and appreciate you all so much! 💕

As a refresher:

🐰 team: leader; Jeonghan | members; Chan, Joshua, Seungkwan

🐱 team: leader; Wonwoo | members; Soonyoung, Jun, Jihoon, Minghao

🐶 team: leader; Mingyu | members; Seungcheol, Vernon, Seokmin

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - ?

“Mmph!! Mm hmm mm mmph!!”

“Jesus, fuck, would you shut up? Do you want the cops to hear you trying to scream your head off?” Seungcheol keeps his hand pressed firmly over your mouth as he drags you over to the dark corner of the empty warehouse - eyes on Jihoon who scans the windows for the flashing red and blue lights.

“Can you see anything?”

Jihoon shakes his head ‘no’; lips pressed into a frustrated firm line. “Nah, I think they went down east instead.”

You start to relax as you realize that Seungcheol is right; still, annoyance evident in the way you squirm against his warm chest from how unnecessarily tight he holds you.

“Might wanna stop movin’ around, doll. Unless you’re trying to turn me on.” He mumbles into your hair - lips easing into a smirk when you freeze up. “You’ve got quite a reputation too. Don’t think we don’t know.”

Jihoon scans the windows one more time; ducking around to make sure they were in the clear before he headed over to where Seungcheol had you in his hold.

“What a fuckin’ bust. Feels like I wasted my goddamn time.” Jihoon mumbles under his breath, running a hand through his blonde locks as he meets your equally as annoyed stare. “If I knew you assholes would be at the jeweler trying to take those imported rubies, I wouldn’t even have shown up.”

“You think we planned that? Why the fuck did the two of you decide to show up on a Wednesday?”

“I could ask you that!”

The two males continue to argue as you roll your eyes and Seungcheol’s hand over your mouth only presses down harder as he gets more and more annoyed.

“Listen, forget it, it doesn’t fucking matter. The point is that none of us got those damn rubies and now I guarantee you they’re going to be put in the fucking vault if not moved to another goddamn location across town.”

Jihoon purses his lips again; unable to shake off his annoyance. “What a fucking waste of time.”

You huff against Seungcheol’s palm and for the first time in what has to be five minutes, both males remember you exist.

They share a glance - lips easing into suggestive smiles.

“Well… The entire night doesn’t have to be a bust, right, doll?”

You only have two thoughts running through your head.

Jeonghan is probably going to give you that disappointed look when you get back and you’ll probably spend the next three assignments making up for it.

Seungcheol’s cock feels really good sliding through you wet folds and the way he feels so big against you makes your toes curl.

“Mmh… fuh--fuck…”

Your knees dig into the dingy cushions underneath you as you lean over the sofa’s back; nails digging into the material with each teasing pass of Seungcheol’s cock through your soaked folds.

“Such a wet ‘lil cunt, doll. You’re soaking my cock and I’ve barely done anything. Guess all the stories about you are true then?” Seungcheol smirks at your back before his eyes flit over to Jihoon who’s watching from the sidelines.

“Depends… W-what kinda, ah, stories?”

Jihoon scoffs, eyes rolling as he leans up against a stack of wooden pallets. “Fuck, what haven’t we heard about you is the better question here. You’re not exactly sitting in church on Sundays, that’s for sure.”

The two males share a laugh and right as you’re about to retort, you can feel the head of Seungcheol’s cock prodding at your entrance as you let out a shaky breath instead.

“So pretty on her knees though, aren’t you, doll?”

Your discarded phone rings in your pants pocket from a foot away - reminding you every minute that Jeonghan expected you back any minute now.

Jihoon laughs, watching as Seungcheol fucks you on the dingy sofa.

“You sure take cock well, don’tcha?” His tone is mocking and almost enough to make you feel bad but the way Seungcheol’s cock curves right into your g-spot has you pushing Jihoon’s words to the back of your head.

You’d deal with him another time.

“Fuck, her pussy is suckin’ me in deeper the more you talk to her.” Seungcheol growls; blunt nails digging into your skin as he only fucks you harder.

Jihoon steps closer, rounding the sofa until he’s on the other side of you.

He threads his hands through your hair, forcing you to look up at him as he laughs in your face.

“Is that right? Will it make you wetter knowing that you’ll have to go running back to Jeonghan who’ll have to punish your cute ‘lil cunt when he finds out that not only did you lose the rubies, but that you’re also coming back with a cunt filled with someone else’s cum?”

He licks his lips, watching your eyes cross as the bliss pours over your body from Seungcheol’s rough thrusts that have you jerking forward and closer to Jihoon.

“W-wouldn't be, ngh, the--the first ti--time…” You grin up at Jihoon, watching the shit-eating grin melt off his face as he narrows his eyes at you.

“I’d watch my mouth if I were you.”

“Y-yeah? Or else, w-what? Gonna choke me with, mmh, your cock? Go ahead.”

Seungcheol laughs from behind you - slowing down his pace when he hears Jihoon growling.

The younger male keeps your head tilted up at him; your body swaying as Seungcheol’s hips rock into you.

“Open your mouth, slut.”

You obey his command - sticking your tongue out as far as it’d go as Jihoon leans over and lets a glob of his spit land on the bed of your tongue.

“Swallow.”

Drawing your tongue back in, you swallow down his saliva before opening your mouth to show him.

“Hah, such a good ‘lil cockslut. Or maybe you like it when people spit in your face? I guess that story Jun told me last week must’ve been a one off then, huh?”

Jihoon reaches a free hand to undo the button and zipper on his pants - the other one still clutched firmly in your hair as you wince at his tightening grip.

“Hmm~ Mingyu said you weren’t very good at behaving either, doll~ Do you just pick and choose your battles then? Know when to bark and know when to bite~”

You lick your lips, eyes crossing slightly when Jihoon’s thick cock comes into view.

“No, sometimes I just like it when you guys fuck me harder.”

Your body rocks between the two males; sinking your mouth down onto Jihoon when Seungcheol makes your body jerk forward.

And you can’t count how many times your phone has rang but Seungcheol’s had enough of the incessant ringing by the 9th time, so he leans over to the side - grabbing the small device and checking to see who was calling.

“Uh oh~ Looks like you’re in trouble, doll~ You have so many missed calls now… Don’t you think you should answer it?”

Panic strikes you when Seungcheol passes the phone to Jihoon; the younger male pointing the phone’s camera down at you as you choke and sputter around his girth.

“Should we facetime him? Show him what’s really taking you so fuckin’ long?”

You moan around Jihoon’s cock and clench around Seungcheol’s at the thought of Jeonghan seeing you between the two males.

Would he be mad?

“You should record a video, Jihoon~ Just in case she wants to watch herself again later being a good ‘lil cocksleeve for us both.”

Hollowing out your cheeks around Jihoon, you simultaneously start to fuck yourself on Seungcheol’s cock when you hear the camera going off above you - alerting you that Jihoon’s already started recording.

“Fuck, look at her putting on a show.” His grip in your hair tightens just as Seungcheol starts to double his pace; cock throbbing inside of you as he nears his orgasm. “I bet you have so many videos and pictures in your ‘lil spank bank, huh, bun?”

“Seokmin showed me one of the videos he had too... You were so pretty when you were cryin’ in that one, after he made you squirt.”

Jihoon zooms the camera in on your lips stretched around his cock; making sure to film your tear stained cheeks and his other hand tangled in your hair before he passed the phone to Seungcheol.

“Oh? ‘Lil bunny can squirt too? My my, just so full of talent, aren’t you? Or is your cute body just that sensitive after cumming so many times and having so many cocks filling up your desperate ‘lil holes?”

Seungcheol takes the phone with a free hand - using his other hand to wrap around your body as he plays with your clit with his index and middle finger.

You cry out around Jihoon’s cock as fresh tears spring to your eyes at the sensations overwhelming your body between the two males and you feel yourself hurtling towards an orgasm when Jihoon holds your head still as he starts to fuck your throat.

“Gonna cum down your pretty ‘lil throat just as Seungcheol cums in your filthy ‘lil cunt.” His cock throbs inside your mouth and you can’t help but gag when he hits the back of your throat with each snap of his hips as you try to relax your throat from his rough movements.

“Mm, you’re gonna be dripping cum from both ends, doll~ Too bad we didn’t have a third person to fuck your cute ‘lil ass too.”

Seungcheol films his cock thrusting in and out of your cunt; drool threatening to spill from his mouth at how wet his cock leaves your tight warmth every time he pulls out. He pinches your clit as you mewl around Jihoon’s cock and the two of them work in tandem to bring themselves over the edge as Seungcheol continues to record.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, doll~ Gonna fill up your filthy ‘lil hole with all my cum so you can go back to Jeonghan and let him fuck it out of you.” Laughing, he watches as you squirm and work your hips back to meet his quick thrusts. “You should be thanking me, doll. I know how insatiable you are~ Let Jeonghan know he can always have our sloppy seconds~”

The two males share a cruel laugh before they fall into relative silence - both of them thrusting into you at the same time and making you feel extra full of their cocks from both ends.

You can feel their cocks throbbing inside your body and it only takes a few more thrusts before you feel Seungcheol’s warm cum filling up your cunt and Jihoon’s cum sliding down your throat and filling up your mouth as you sputter and try to swallow it all down.

And you can’t tell if Seungcheol is still recording - but a part of you hopes he is so that you can watch the footage later.

“God, next time we should switch so I can fuck her pussy.” Jihoon throws his head back, hips still thrusting towards your face as he continues to fuck your throat and ride out his orgasm. “Her mouth is so fuckin’ tight and wet and I bet her pussy is just as fuckin’ good.”

Seungcheol is busy recording his cock thrusting into you - now covered in a combination of your wetness and his cum when he draws his hips back.

“Fuck, bet her cunt is so tight when she’s cumming… Too bad we won’t let her.”

Their nonchalant laugh is deafening to your ears when you feel them slowly start to pull away from your body - cum trickling from your chapped lips and spent pussy as you stay frozen in your place on the dingy sofa.

“W-what…?” Your voice is hoarse and barely above a whisper as you watch Jihoon tug his boxer briefs and jeans back up and you can only imagine Seungcheol is doing the same from behind you as well.

“Oops, might’ve sent that little recording to Jeonghan, doll~ My bad~ Just a slip of the finger, y’know? I can be so clumsy~”

Your teary eyes look up at Jihoon - disbelief written all over your features as his cum drips from your lips to the sofa underneath you.

Seungcheol snaps a picture of his cum trickling down your thighs and dripping onto the sofa with his own phone before he rounds the sofa and stands next to Jihoon - both of them having annoying smirks on your face as you whimper.

“Maybe if you’re quick enough, you can get to Jeonghan’s phone before he gets a chance to watch it.” Jihoon taunts, hands in the pocket of his pants as Seungcheol leans in until his face is only centimetres away from your face.

“Or maybe let him watch it, doll. Since you’re such a whore for punishment.”

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because-of-a-friend · 4 years ago

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Boyfriend!Seungcheol Fluff

Thanks for the requests and compliments anons and @seungcheoluwu !!! Y’all are all too sweet! I really hope you guys like this one! Remember everyone, this is a series I only do by request, so if I’m missing someone you want, just request it! I already have Seungkwan and DK requested so those will be out soon!

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Honestly

Between being a trainee

Debuting in a kpop group

Having the responsibilities of a leader

And always being mostly concerned with keeping the other boys safe and happy

Coups doesn’t really ever think about dating

His life is just a whirlwind of responsibilities that never really seems to end

Anytime the thought crosses his mind, he just reminds himself that he doesn’t really have the time

As the leader, everything falls back on him so keeps any other distractions outside of Seventeen minimal so the other boys can always depend on him no matter when or where it is

But lately

He feels like he’s been able to breathe easier

Seventeen is successful

All the boys have grown and are so responsible and able to handle most things on their own

So Coups is slowly having some responsibilities lifted from his shoulders

And one day he realizes that the idea of dating doesn’t seem so impossible anymore

But who would he even date?

He’s pushed that idea so far out of his head that he hasn’t even considered whether he would date anyone around him

He’s embarrassed to admit it, but there’s a part of him that’s really shy about things like that so he doesn’t even know if he has it in him to go out and date

And there’s another part of him that he’s even more embarrassed of that really wants a magical love story, a spark

He just doesn’t feel like he has that with anyone near him

And then one day, he runs into you

“Oh my god, Seungcheol?”

He sighs, expecting a fan, readying himself to be bright and sociable

But he knows you

The two of you went to school together years ago

“[Y/N]?”

“Seungcheol, it is you! This is so great!”

You exclaim and then pull him into a hug

He happily returns it, feeling a familiar warmth from seeing someone from his past

“This is insane, I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to see you again!”

“Oh yeah” he looks down awkwardly. “I’ve been busy...”

“Well yeah, you’re only the leader of one of the biggest kpop groups out there!”

He knows that, of course he does

He’s worked long and hard to be S.Coups of Seventeen

But when you say it, he feels shy for some reason

“Oh yeah... I guess”

You laugh happily

“Hey, we have to catch up sometime! When are you free?”

Seungcheol rattles off his schedule for the next week

You find a free spot that you share, grab his number, and make the plans

It’s lunch at a restaurant you had never been to before

You sit awkwardly at the table you grabbed and wait anxiously for Cheol to show up

When he does run in, he stops at the entrance to look for you

When he spots you, he pauses, taking time to straighten out his clothes and brush out his hair

He clears his throat and then calls to you

You feel relief fill your veins when your eyes land on Cheol

You wave at him, a grin spread across your face

He rushes over to plop down in the seat across from you

Once you two catch up on what’s been going on, there’s a bit of a silence

He’s worried that that’s it

You two just had those few good moments and now you won’t have anything to talk about anymore

But then you bring up a story from your school days

“Remember that time, Minhyuk was rushing to get to class, but he wanted something to drink first...”

“And his hand got stuck in the vending machine???”

“Yes!”

You both laugh and bring up more memories and laugh more

It eventually opens up more conversation

And soon speech just flows easily between you two

Then Seungcheol looks down at his phone and realizes you two have been sitting there for hours

And to him that’s the sign

There’s a spark

“Hey, [Y/N], do you maybe want to get dinner sometime?”

“Are you asking me on a date Choi Seungcheol?”

“Yes, how about it?”

“I think I’d like that very much”

Dating Seungcheol is easy

He makes it easy

He’s attentive and caring and selfless and mature

He’s a cookie-cutter perfect boyfriend

You’re spoiled as hell

Cheol loves deeply and fully and that love spills out in every way imaginable

He spends even more time on his schedule so he knows he can always make time for you

He’s always affectionate and it’s always in the ways that make you feel the most safe and loved and comforted

I mean, it’s hard not to when sitting in his strong arms

And he treats you so tenderly

Hand holding always includes soft strokes of his thumb up and down your skin

Hugs are tight and long and include sweet whispers

Cuddling is always comfy

He loves random unconventional affection, like tapping his head against yours, brushing your noses together, plucking your chin

Kisses are always either sweet pecks on your nose, forehead, cheeks and lips

Or slow, deep, sensual kisses

He takes affection pretty seriously since it’s one of the ways he shows he loves you

Sometimes you wonder why he’s so good to you

Or why your relationship feels so... big

Like seriously it feels like something so incredible and beautiful

One night, Cheol is walking you home and you voice your thoughts out loud

He laughs

“Are you seriously having thoughts like that because you have a good boyfriend?”

You pout

“Seriously, Cheol, I’m just asking, why are you so good to me?”

He shrugs “Cuz I’m dating you?”

“I know that but... I don’t know”

He smiles and pulls something out of his pocket before handing it to you

“Because you’re special and you deserve it”

You look down at what he handed you and your heart stops

It’s a little paper flower

Your mind gets taken back to high school

It was an overnight school trip

Seungcheol had actually been able to come on that one, which was rare due to his schedule when he was a trainee

So everyone was excited to have him come along, the whole class celebrated for him to actually be able to come on the trip

You wanted to be excited too in order to be a good classmate

But

You’d been having a rough week

Things went wrong with friends, family, grades

So you were kind of off the whole trip

You can’t even sleep

So you get up in the middle of the night and sneak out and walk around outside

It’s really pretty

There’s a forest and a river

The stars are clear

You sit on the bank of the river and watch the stars sparkle in the reflection of the water

You jump when you hear someone walking behind you

“Hello? Is someone there?”

You can hear your voice shaking, and you feel dumb

“Relax, [Y/N], it’s just me!” Cheol’s bright voice sounds out from the darkness behind you

“Oh, hi Seungcheol, what are you doing out here?”

“I just went to use the bathroom. What about you? Why are you out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep”

You shrug and turn back to the river, embarrassed at the feeling of tears filling your eyes

Cheol’s shoulder brushes against yours as he sits next to you

“Wow, the view of this river is something else, can’t get this back home”

You shake your head to try and disguise your gesture of wiping tears off your face with your sweatshirt sleeves

There’s a moment of silence

“You don’t have to be embarrassed of crying, [Y/N]”

You freeze at his words

“Sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, it’s just that... you’re not very good at hiding it”

You laugh a little despite the fact that tears are now pouring out of your eyes

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t wanna burden you Seungcheol”

“It won’t be a burden, [Y/N], I promise”

So you let it all out

You tell him everything that was bothering you

And he listens silently as he folds a piece of paper

Once you’re done talking, he lets you cry it out

“I’m not really good at the whole advice thing sometimes, I’m not sure what to say to help you best”

He grabs your hands and and places the paper in them

“But I will tell you this: I know you’re a strong person and even if you feel like you can’t take it, you can lean on me for help!”

“When did you learn to do this Seungcheol?”

You stare at the paper he’s folded into a flower

“Oh I can’t remember, I just do it sometimes”

You look up at him

He laughs a little at your expression and leans forward to wipe the rest of your tears off your face

“Why are you doing this, Seungcheol?”

“Doing what?”

“Being so... nice to me. We’re not really friends... I mean, it’s just... we’ve never been super close”

Cheol grins at you

“Because you’re special and you deserve it”

When your mind comes back to the present

You look up to see that Cheol has walked a few paces ahead of you

“You kept this from all the way back in high school? I thought I had lost it”

“You did,” Cheol laughs. “You dropped it on the trail back to the cabins, I snatched it up afterwards”

You stare at the flower, admiring how it’s held its shape all these years

You feel tears start to well up in your eyes

You quickly deflect by making a joke

“So Choi Seungcheol has been harboring a huge crush on an old classmate this whole time”

He shakes his head and grins at you, grabbing your hand to continue your walk

After that, Cheol is your whole world

You feel childish but you believe y’all were fated to be together

You put in the effort to spoil him as much as he does for you

You know he has a lot of pressure with being a leader

So you become a safe haven for him to rant out his problems

And you always do little stress relievers for him: back rubs, spa nights, tv binges with tons of junk food

You buy him little accessories and in-ears for him to use on stage

Sometimes you cook dinner for the boys so they don’t have to worry about it

The other members fawn over you constantly

You and Cheol develop this ridiculous sense of humor that only the two of you get

You’re just a couple of nerds together

Whenever you’re at events together, he always has his arm around you

When you attend their concerts, he always greets you by running up, wrapping his arms around your waist, spinning you around and pecking your lips

Like I said, your relationship is easy

The two of you just click well

It’s a long time in the making but it’s a beautiful romance that is so worth it

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lee-aveyourmark · 4 years ago

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excerpts of a mingyu work.

playlist:

> ‘sunkissed’ by khai dreams > ‘nervous’ by shawn mendes > ‘like me’ by pH-1 > ‘you’re the reason why i love’ by redpestbeats

wordcount: 2.7k+

“Heads up!”

The words are shouted all too late as a football makes contact with your head, leaving you momentarily shaken as your vision flashes white. You stop in your tracks, hands immediately dropping the stack of notebooks and loose-leaf papers and flying up to clutch at the zone of impact. A wince forms on your face as you will yourself not to cry, fingers digging at your scalp.

“Shit, I’m so so sorry.”

The voice is laced with worry as a larger, sweatier pair of hands cover yours. Looking up, you make eye contact with a tall muscular boy adorned in sweaty football gear. His eyebrows are furrowed and is biting his lower lip in nervousness at your state of distress: injured in a messy sea of probably very important papers. The athlete quickly lets go of your head to bend down and pick up the excerpts of research papers you had printed out for your new assignment, apologising profusely all the while.

“I really am sorry, I didn’t think it would hit you that hard. Or on the head for that matter.”

You blink, trying to smooth your unkempt hair.

“Wait, what?”

The tree of a male stands back up and hands back your papers that he recollected into a neat pile with both hands and bashful eyes that are unwilling to linger on yours for too long.

“You...hit me on purpose?”

He scratches the back of his head, now definitely too afraid to look at you.

“Um, yeah...I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you though!”

You fold your arms across your chest, raising an eyebrow in bewilderment.

“Then what exactly were you trying to do?”

He takes a deep breath before lifting his head up, sticking out a hand.

“I’m Mingyu. Kim Mingyu. Arts major. Star of the college football team.”

- - -

The next time you bump into the attacking midfielder, he’s still a little sweaty. Only now, it’s just his hands that are perspiring out of anticipation.

You’re relaxing on the couch when he catches sight of you: hair splayed out on the back pillows, hands resting comfortably on top of your stomach and eyes tracing the imaginary lines of your apartment ceiling. Mingyu takes a moment to quietly appreciate the lilac of your sundress, the glow of your collarbones and cheekbones in the dim lighting of your apartment and the pink peach painted upon your lips.

His breath hitches in his throat when you look at him after he calls out your name, the Arts student quickly feeling himself blush under your gaze and perspire even more in his subsequent efforts to look presentable. He doesn’t think he could feel any warmer than at that very moment, holding himself back from reaching up to wipe possible beads of sweat forming on his forehead, until he hears his name escape from your lips.

“Mingyu.”

Your tone is soft, albeit surprised - so soft that he’s certain his heart is melting inside its chest. Mingyu wants nothing more than to run out of your apartment screaming in joy at how adorable every part of you is, arriving at his own dorm before violently shaking Seungcheol by the shoulders and furiously - but very gently, rubbing noses with his older friend’s blue British shorthair kitten Mia. Oh, and he definitely has to thank Seokmin profusely for inviting him to the party with his treat to barbecue at the grill house doted by college students placed on a week-long waiting list.

That fantasy will just have to wait until he finishes this conversation with you.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

That is, if he even manages to make it out alive.

- - -

Warm. That’s the only thing your mind can comprehend when he’s around you. Every detail of him, from his golden skin to his saccharine smooth talk, sends heat coursing throughout your body. The scene is so new yet so familiar: Mingyu dressed in charcoal slacks and a Prussian blue short-sleeve button up sitting opposite of you at a small round table for two in a cozy Italian restaurant nearby campus, delicately sipping on a glass of cheap, bright red wine with one hand and softly holding yours with the other.

You hang onto his every word as he admires the mellow spring breeze and the bright starry night sky, stopping yourself from telling him how you think that they couldn’t compare to his wide and curious eyes. However, the glint in his eyes as he shifts his gaze back to you from the restaurant balcony that is fenced by chipping wood coated in a messy layer of white paint tells you that he’s already picked up on your thoughts. Embarrassment rises to your cheeks as you look down at your bowl and continue to eat your pasta, being careful to not let the sauce smear to prevent the dream of Mingyu touching your lips being fulfilled.

Although, when Mingyu tries his best to not whine about you not giving him a chance to be romantic while walking back to your dorm but ends his complaint with a pout and the swinging of his arms, you stutter to him out of sheer amazement at his brazenness that you’ll try to be more open next time. Excitement lights up Mingyu’s face at the thought of going on another date with you, prompting him to hold you firmly by the shoulders and swoop in for a kiss on your temple. His uncontrollable giggles afterwards is like music to your ears, and you wish you didn’t reciprocate the gesture of affection so quickly that you might’ve been able to listen to his audible enjoyment just a little longer. But his agape jaw and clasping of his left cheek with both hands is more than gratifying enough.

He scoffs with a roll of his eyes, tongue poking his cheek, and your heart stops.

“Wow, I really I can’t believe that I like you this much.”

- - -

One of your many other meet-ups with Mingyu later is at one of his football training sessions. His face is gleaming and his team jersey is clinging to his defined body like a second skin, the neon green of his bib fluttering against the wind as he dribbles the ball with ease across the vast green field. You’re waiting on the benches, watching him finish up the last of his practice. The mock match ends with campus heartthrob Jeonghan kicking the final goal before shooting finger guns and winks at a group of girls seated at the adjacent section, the shrill blowing of the whistle bringing some players to collapse onto the soft grass beneath in relief. You rise to your feet and send a few claps the team’s way in acknowledgement of their hard work, eyes immediately locking with Mingyu’s at your show of support.

Despite the strenuous exercise, you still manage to pick on up his cologne - the same one at the party and during dinner, when he runs over and greets you with a kiss on your cheek that lingers. His action brings on a cacophony of cheers from his teammates, the captain Seungcheol patting him on the back with a dimply smile while jogging by.

“Let me get washed up, and then we can go to that new dog cafe on the corner.” The suggestion is mumbled in a smile against the warmth of your cheek, ending with another kiss before Mingyu pulls away and rushes off to take the quickest shower of his life.

As the two of you walk in the spring breeze, you can’t help but think that the world is on your side when watching the cherry blossoms fall. The feeling of his calloused hand tightly holding yours and his attempts to close as much distance between as possible by pressing his side to yours brings butterflies to your stomach, the nervousness and excitement persisting whenever you’re with Mingyu.

And when he leans in to plant a sweet kiss on your cheek just before taking a picture of you two crouched on the floor of a dog cafe cuddling a lovable Samoyed smothering kisses on your other cheek, you hope that the butterflies never leave.

- - -

“I think Wonwoo likes you.”

Your head snaps up from your notebook towards your study partner with wide eyes, your pen stopping its writing mid-word.

“Wonwoo? My Wonwoo?”

Mingyu doesn’t reply, just stares at you with an unknown expression clouding his face.

“Come on Mingyu, if you’re jealous, you can just tell me. And besides, you know that there isn’t anything between us.” You laugh, refocusing on your notes with a light shake of your head.

“That’s want I want to believe as well, but I don’t think that’s true. I think he does have feelings for you.”

Mingyu thinks back to all those times he’s seen you with your best friend, the way that Wonwoo looked at you, his eyes all too similar to how his own shone when catching sight of you. He thinks of Wonwoo, the best friend who doesn’t bat an eyelash when insulting any person on earth but doesn’t make a single judgmental comment about you, even when you do need the discipline. Wonwoo, who tries so hard to be physically and intimately close to you as possible without being rejected, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder during lectures and sharing his drink without a second thought. Wonwoo, who Mingyu has made attempts to befriend, but can never find himself to be successful at doing so for vague reasons. Vague reasons that he now has come to understand.

You notice Mingyu being caught up in a trance, thoughts plaguing his mind as he chews on his bottom lip. With a stroke of his cheek and a mention of his name, you bring him back.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How do you feel?”

He breaks gaze with you to look at the chipping of the table, the chewing of his lip highlighting the distress that whirls inside his mind.

“I...I don’t know. I want you. But, I don’t want to take you away from your best friend.”

- - -

You see him everywhere.

Running across the football pitch, hanging out with Seungcheol and Jeonghan at the campus cafe, in deep conversation with Minghao at the library. You don’t look for very long, afraid of what might happen if he caught you staring, but your memory captures his figure quite vividly. His slowly growing fringe covering his eyes that still manage to shine through, his golden cheeks that radiate the early sunset glow, his lips that trapped between his teeth when he stumbles across an obstacle. The details appear in your dreams.

Your subconscious thinks back to how you used to run your fingers through his hair, sweeping that fringe back so that you could gaze into his loving eyes better, how you used to place lip gloss stained marks on those cheeks which would shine on summer nights as he smiled in contentment, how you used to catch his bottom lip between your teeth on a slow Friday night. Even when you close your eyes, you still remember the darkness of his hair and the tan of skin as clear as day.

But as you continue to walk past the football team in practice, as you decide to hang out with Seokmin at a cafe off campus, as you choose to move your Thursday study session to your dorm, the fear of forgetting such beauties grows within.

Slugging back to the dorm after a long day of classes and grueling part-time work, the cycle continues as you toss your bag to one side of the couch and meet Seokmin’s arms at the other where he places slow, comforting pats on your head and back.

“Mingyu, huh?”

- - -

The coolness of the window does little to alleviate the blazing heat flaming your entire body as the taxi drives you to the campus dorms. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and try to relax yourself against the oddly slippery seat of the car, your mind drifting to the events which occurred just before.

“Fuck, I can’t give you the love you want from me. You know I can’t.”

You stare at the blue ocean breeze candle decorating the console table in the entrance of your dorm, it’s flickering flame barely illuminating the eyebags sunken into both yours and Wonwoo’s faces.

Your best friend doesn’t respond, instead he just fixes his gaze on the same light.

You wish he would say something. Anything. Anything to help let you know where his mind is right now, because you’ve grown weary of trying to read Wonwoo over the past few weeks. You can’t seem to understand Wonwoo anymore, especially when he refrains from sharing his feelings with you.

The thought of the change in your relationship with him brings tears to slip out, streaming down your cheeks. Your hands quickly lift to wipe away the hot streams, nose sniffling from what you wish was the cold of winter season.

Wonwoo doesn’t move. Just stares. His fingers tremble slightly, and his eyes glisten, but he doesn’t reach out towards you.

So you take a deep breath.

“You should go back to Hayoung. She’s probably waiting for you.”

Wonwoo clenches his jaw, then unhinges. Closes his eyes, then opens them. Takes a slow breath. In and out.

Seokmin comes around the corner, the couple of drinks in his system bringing rose to tint his caramel visage. He catches you slipping on your shoes and putting on your coat, and moves forward past Wonwoo to wraps his arms around you.

“Where are you going?” His question is muffled into your neck.

You return the auburn-haired boy’s hug, planting a firm kiss on his cheek before stepping back to take hold of his hands.

“I’ll be back, okay? Don’t wait up. And make sure that Woozi eats something, he can’t drink on a handful of Flamin Hot Cheetos.”

Seokmin nods with a pout, embracing you tightly once more. Walking back to the party in the living room, he stops to give a consoling pat on Wonwoo’s shoulder then continues on towards the said Music major reaching for his fourth shot of soju for the night.

You clear your throat, partially due to the lack of liquid consumed in the past half hour, and also in attempt to rid the fear lurking in the pit of your stomach. With your eyes trained on the floorboards beneath, you step closer to Wonwoo and reach out to grab his forearm.

With another clear of your throat, you look up at him. Tears gloss over his eyes, threatening to spill, but never falling. You see the miniscule quiver of his chin, a sight only beheld when being at such a proximity; a sight that you don’t think you will really ever be able to see again in all its vulnerability.

“Goodbye Wonwoo.”

- - -

He looks so out of place, sitting in the small retro diner wearing a grey taupe two-piece and shiny black dress shoes with his hair slicked back accessorised with a pair of tired eyes as he stuffs four fries into his mouth and sighs. You hear parts of the conversation they’re having, mainly of Seungcheol trying to cheer him up by praising him for doing well in the interview, but the arch of his spine renders the older friend’s attempts obsolete.

“Mingyu.”

Your voice is quiet but he catches on, blinking in bewilderment before sighing loudly once more.

“Hyung, I think I’m going-”

“Mingyu.”

You’re moving towards him this time, the sound of your shoes against the tiled floor bringing him to perk his head up and look around the diner with frantic eyes.

His gaze falls on you, and your feet stop its movement.

As he stands up and walks over, you notice that attached to his navy tie is the silver tie clip engraved with the initials kmg that you bought for his birthday, and that as he wraps his arms around your beneath your coat to sweep you off your feet, he still wears the cologne you bought as an accompanying gift.

You also notice, as you bury your head in his neck, that tears are dampening the shoulder of your thin wool coat and his body is shaking with each sob that he racks out.

"Oh, Mingyu.”

Thank you for reading this! I hope you’ve enjoyed it, even though it’s at its bare bones. I don’t think I ever will rewrite this the future to fill in the gaps, so I’ll leave it to your imagination. Thank you again.

Also, stay tuned for the version of this more focused on Wonwoo’s relationship.

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lillupon · 4 years ago

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I was thinking about the AEV school trip imagines and thought about what if instead of an overnight trip they would do a day-trip with activities, like those kind of 'teambuilding' activity days we had in high school (I don't know if it's a universal thing but in my high school we had those at least once a year). Usually the teachers ended up joining the games, especially the younger teachers, so I was thinking about Wonwoo letting himself be convinced by his students into joining some games. And then at some point they end up doing one of those shrinking island games (I don't know what the exact name is but it's that game where a group of people have to stand within a limited space, usually played with a large piece of paper). Considering they would play it with the entire group outside, they would use a blanket as 'island'. And of course Wonwoo ends up playing it with Mingyu's group. As the blanket becomes smaller and smaller, Mingyu offers to carry Wonwoo, because all the other male students are already carrying a female student and considering Wonwoo is still alone (it would be inappropriate for him to carry one of his students) and Mingyu is strong enough he says he should carry Wonwoo. When Mingyu first offers, Wonwoo panics and says he really shouldn't do it, and starts making excuses like he weighs too much (even though he already knows Mingyu can carry him without any problems lol) but all the other students cheer them on so they can win the game. Eventually Wonwoo starts feeling guilty that they might lose the game because of him, so he allows Mingyu to carry him. Mingyu can't suppress his smile when he takes Wonwoo into his arms (in a princess carry) and sees the tip of Wonwoo's ears turn red. Wonwoo avoids eye contact because he's internally freaking out, and he curses himself for letting himself be convinced into playing games with his students as he feels Mingyu's arms wrapped around him.

OoOOoOooOo, I like this idea! My school never did anything like that, but maybe it's because I didn't take the right classes, or wasn't in the right clubs. I've never played this game before, but let me try to expand on it anyway:

Wonwoo's stomach swooped as Mingyu scooped him up, as though he weighed hardly more than a feather. His hand instinctively went to Mingyu's shoulder to steady himself.

Their teammates cheered. Wonwoo's face was so hot he swore that steam was rolling off his cheeks. He covered his face with both hands, hiding. His heart was going crazy in his chest, ricocheting off his ribs. It was so risky, putting themselves in this position. Yet he couldn't deny that it was exhilarating, too. This was as close as they could get to showing their affection in public. As close as Wonwoo could get to announcing, Yes, this alpha is mine.

With Wonwoo in his arms, Mingyu squeezed himself into the space between two other students. In the process, Wonwoo's dangling leg whacked someone in the side, eliciting a yelp.

"Sorry," Wonwoo said, shrinking into himself. He pressed a little closer to Mingyu's warm and solid chest. Hesitantly, he rested his head against Mingyu's collarbones. He was just trying to make himself as small as possible, so they could win this game. That was how he justified it to himself, anyway. Besides, no one would think twice about it, not when pairs were in equally intimate positions.

"You're so red. It's cute..." Mingyu whispered, low enough so that only Wonwoo could hear.

Okay, now imagine Mingyu and Wonwoo playing this game before they've gotten together. This takes place earlier on in the school year:

Their blanket-island was folded in half. Students groaned and cursed and laughed as they struggled to fit themselves on the shrunken island. Seungcheol had somehow climbed onto Junhui's shoulders and was sitting atop them. A wide and happy grin stretched across his face. Junhui looked less pleased by the position, but bore the weight. Some students were standing on their friends' feet. Others had clambered onto their friends backs. How anyone thought this game was appropriate to play with hormonal teenagers who just presented, Wonwoo would never know.

Everyone was paired up and pressed close to each other. Even then, it was a tight squeeze, and it left no room for Wonwoo, who had been too slow to claim a place on the island. Wonwoo was left treading shark-infested waters. He had the strange feeling of being thrown back to his high school days, when he had struggled to find a place where he belonged. When he had been the last to be chosen for a team. When he had to go up to the teacher and admit that he couldn't find a partner for a project. Always on the outside, looking in.

"Get on, Mr. Jeon!" a student cried.

"Um, I don't--" Wonwoo fumbled with his fingers as he circled the perimeter of the island, searching for a space he could fit himself into. It wasn't appropriate for him to partner up with a student, but maybe he could squeeze in against some teachers. He spotted Jeonghan and Joshua, but they were already paired up and had their arms wrapped around each other.

"Here, Mr. Jeon," Mingyu said, beckoning him over.

Given Mingyu's popularity among girls, Wonwoo wasn't sure how he had escaped their clutches, but he had.

Wonwoo stopped in front of Mingyu. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. They weren't even touching yet, and already, heat was starting to climb up his cheeks. The thought of their bodies pushed up against each other had his heart racing. He had imagined it often--shamefully--what it might feel like to touch Mingyu, or to have Mingyu touch him.

But he was happy leaving it as just that: a fantasy.

"You can get on my back," Mingyu said.

"I don't know. I'm pretty heavy..." Wonwoo said.

Mingyu snorted. "You're tiny. Pretty sure I could pick you up with one arm."

"There probably isn't enough room for Mr. Jeon to get on your back," Minghao said. "Maybe he can stand on your toes instead?"

"Yeah, sure," Mingyu agreed easily. "Whatever works."

Wonwoo demurred. "I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean, it's not..." It wasn't really appropriate, was it?

"Come on, Mr. Jeon!" Seungcheol said. "Don't you want a free lunch?"

Everybody loved a free lunch, Wonwoo supposed, even teenagers who could blow a hundred dollars on a meal without batting an eye.

When Wonwoo didn't move, other students joined in, goading him on.

It would have been different if he were a female teacher. They wouldn't urge him to do this. But no one suspected that a male teacher could have a crush on an alpha student.

Wonwoo wrestled with himself. If they lost, it would be because of him. This was his only opportunity to touch Mingyu. But he shouldn't tempt himself. This was a line he shouldn't cross.

"Mr. Jeon, please, just get on," Junhui said, red-faced between Seuncheol's thighs. "I'm dying here."

Wonwoo relented, the guilt of letting his teammates down winning over. "Okay, okay." He shuffled a little closer to Mingyu. "Um, how should we do this?"

"I think Minghao's right. You should probably stand on my toes."

Wonwoo bent down to undo his laces.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. Just leave them on."

"I don't want to get your shoes dirty." Wonwoo slipped his shoes off. He took his time with the action, debating how to best stand on Mingyu's toes. Chest to chest? Front to back? Both options seemed dangerous. His throat went dry at the thought of Mingyu's pelvis pressed up against his ass. Was that better or worse than risking having their crotches brush together?

Chest to chest, he decided, since that was what most people had opted for.

"Excuse me," he mumbled. He put an hand on Mingyu's bicep, fingers curling into the sleeve. Gingerly, he stepped onto Mingyu's toes. The uneven arch of Mingyu's feet made him sway.

Mingyu's hands settled on his waist to steady him. The effect was instantenous. Heat flooded through Wonwoo's body; he could feel it pooling all the way at the tips of his ears. He ducked his head to hide the colour on his cheeks.

Wonwoo had never been the partying type back in high school, which was good, since he had never been invited to any. So he had missed out on the party games experience. No Spin the Bottle, no Truth or Dare, no Seven Minutes in Heaven. Being forced into close contact with a person you find attractive must feel something like this. He was torn between fear and nervousness and pleasure.

The number of points of contact was minimal: his hand on Mingyu's arm, Mingyu's hold on his hips. Proximity alone was enough to have Wonwoo's skin tingling all over. The front of their shirts brushed together. It sent a shiver down his spine.

The group had to hold the position for ten seconds in order to survive the round. Those ten seconds seemed to stretch into minutes. Wonwoo held himself stock-still, not daring to breathe. He couldn't detect Mingyu's pheromones because he was on blockers--thank God for small mercies--but the scent of his cologne still made Wonwoo's gut tighten with desire.

Then he made the terrible mistake of peeking up.

Mingyu was already gazing down at him with heavy eyelids and a slight part to his lips. When their eyes met, Mingyu's fingers tightened on his hips.

"That's ten seconds!" someone said.

Heart thudding in his chest, Wonwoo stumbled off Mingyu. He nearly tripped over his feet as he fled to Jeonghan and Joshua's side. He'd stick close to them this next round. He cupped the back of his neck. Felt how hot his skin was under his palm. Mingyu's expression was seared into his mind.

He must have been imagining it, he told himself. But Mingyu had looked at him like... Like he wanted Wonwoo.

Omg I'm crying thinking about how much Mingyu probably wanted to kiss Mr. Jeon in that moment ( ╥ω╥ ) The delicate and reddened tips of Mr. Jeon's ears, the way Mr. Jeon peered up at him, a little scared. Holy shit, it probably made the alpha inside Mingyu go wild. It was a good thing Mr. Jeon moved away when he did, because Mingyu might not have been able to resist!

#asks #aev bonus

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dawnover-dusk · 4 years ago

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it’s only like, two years later lol. inspired by my intern boot camp! lemme know if there’s too much medical jargon so i know i can tone it down in the future lol EM resident wonwoo x IM intern reader, bullet point, not proofread more seventeen medical au here!

- wonwoo is a 2nd year EM resident - but as a fresh-faced baby intern, you mistake him for an attending - it’s not your fault really -- his aura and quiet stoicism despite the packed ED suggested years of experience - so when you are on nights and a patient that you are admitting starts crashing, you don’t even question it when he comes running over and ordering you to get fluids - after the patient’s vitals stabilize, your adrenaline is still pumping as you shakily say “thank you dr. jeon” - he contemplates you over his wire-framed glasses and nods, “oh it’s just wonwoo”

- and as you gush over wonwoo to your (barely awake) senior resident jeonghan, he begins to grin - you know you’ve only been working at the hospital for a month, but it’s long enough to know that jeonghan is scheming - so when jeonghan calls you over the next night to get sign-out for a new admission, you’re a lil sus - but you don’t have time to react when jeonghan runs out of the room cackling and you hear wonwoo’s voice over the speaker say “hey yn” - and you curse at how your heart jumps over his deep voice and you don’t know if you should thank jeonghan or kill him - when you go to see that patient, wonwoo can’t help but look over at you from time to time from where he is seated at his workstation - not that he purposely chose that seat because he could see that patient or anything because he’s definitely not interested ... and not that jeonghan texted him the entire night about you LOL - and he can see your eyes crinkle over your mask as you talk softly to the elderly woman - and how you pat her hand and she grasps yours for reassurance - and how you run over to the supply storage to grab a hot pack for her before you go back upstairs - just like how you were in awe of how calm he was during an emergency, he’s awed by how considerate you are - so he doesn’t even really mind when you walk into the medicine lounge for more keurig coffee and jeonghan ditches him in the most conspicuous way possible - “oh hi wonwoo!” you greet him brightly, setting down the steaming paper cup on the table as you plop down on the couch across from him - and now he is graced with your full smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling as he tentatively smiles back and gives a small wave - “thanks again for helping me out last night! you looked super cool and i hope that i can be like you,” you start, before realizing that that you just blurted that out without thinking - you could feel your face start to flush and if you weren’t avoiding eye contact, you would’ve seen that wonwoo’s hand had reflexively come up to cover his grin - “don’t worry about it, i know med school and the real world are totally different but you’ll get the hang of it. i’ve seen you with patients though and they can’t teach that amount of empathy, so you’re already miles ahead” - your eyes widen and even though you’ve been trying so hard to fake like everything’s been okay - intern year sucks - “thank you, wonwoo,” you whisper, but words cannot convey how much his recognition means to you - throughout the rest of the rotation, you meet up with wonwoo to have bad coffee and over time, you don’t even use jeonghan as an excuse anymore - whenever wonwoo is off, he texts to check in on you - wonwoo knows how scary it is to be alone as an intern on nights, and as much as he loves jeonghan, he knows that he’s less than…hands on - but you always try to change the subject from work because you believe that when you’re off from the hospital, you should be off - so you talk about video games and literature and spoken word poetry - and to his surprise, wonwoo ends up telling you that he sometimes writes lyrics for this music group that he was part of back in med school (he has never told anyone else this!!!!) - so you ask him to go to a show with you the next time you’re free and he’s like “sure” but internally he’s like “IS THIS…A DATE???”

- “wonwoo’s finally going to have a s/o!” jeonghan all but shouts to his co-residents jihoon and joshua in the morning - it’s been a month on nights and you’re back on the day team - you had gone to intern morning report while the rest of your team...gossips? - “it’s too early for this,” jihoon grumbles while joshua slides his chair closer to jeonghan - “i am the best senior that an intern can have and no one can tell me otherwise,” he continued while joshua just chuckled - “last i heard, you let the intern handle septic shock and you didn’t even leave the call room,” jihoon rebutted. - “uhh..hi?” you question as you enter the room and see joshua zoom back over to his desk and jihoon whip around and pretend to finish his email - jeonghan clears his throat to fill the silence but as he is the king of luck, your pager goes off and you exit that room as quickly as you had entered, shouting something about a code in the ED - jihoon: “so…are you gonna help or” - jeonghan: “nah it’s cool” - in the ED, you run over to the crowd that had formed around this patient and you see wonwoo at the head of the bed who nods at you - “yn, this patient came in with nausea and vomiting but her blood pressure has dropped and her mental status has changed. we think she’s having a heart attack” - you grab the EKG and your eyes widen as you tell the nurse to ready a defibrillator - “there’s nothing that we don’t already know on the EKG, we have to get her to cardiology,” wonwoo argues but you point out this one beat that is abnormal - “she’s going to get worse, wonwoo” you reply and before wonwoo can say anything, the patient’s heart rate skyrockets - “ready for defib,” wonwoo says. “charge to 200, and clear!” - the patient’s rhythm returns to normal and after her vitals are stabilized and she’s transported to cardiology, you see wonwoo slip out - “hey,” you call, and you see him stop in a less busy hallway, his eyes trained on the floor and his face pale. “let’s go somewhere else,” you grab the crook of his arm and lead him to the benches in front of the vending machines - you grab a cup of warm tea and sit down next to the silent man, noticing that his hands are shaking as he runs one through black disheveled hair - “…i’m sorry,” he starts as you gently bump your knee against his - “hey, she’s alive, she’s going to be fine,” you say, folding his shaking hands around the cup and wrapping your hands around his - even though this was foreign to wonwoo, it was…comforting. your thumb brushing across his knuckles, your breath falling in sync with his… - you were comforting - “you know what they always tell us in school, that medicine is a team sport? i’ll always have your back,” you laugh, and you see the corners of his mouth start to rise - “are we still on for our date?” he asks, although so lowly that you almost miss what he’s saying before a wide grin breaks out onto your face - “honestly it’s the highlight of my day off,” you reply

- skip forward in time and you’re almost at the end of your intern year - you pretty much live at wonwoo’s now, using the excuse that he lives closer to the hospital despite jeonghan saying you’re in LOVE - and now instead of jeonghan trying to play wingman, he’s complaining about how much wonwoo won’t shut up about you - when your schedules don’t match up, you prep food for him when he’s working and vice versa - on days off you switch off having lazy days in with going to the movies or hanging out with friends - you meet his med school music group and you’re surprised to see jihoon there (he glares at you whenever you try to bring it up during work though) - tells you the CHEESIEST jokes and wordplay and every chuckle he can get out of you is a victory that he rides the entire week - you’re each other’s go-to person for the most random thoughts, from “why does rheumatology take weeks when all they give are steroids” to “what are the ethical obligations for us as physicians to like…zombies tho…” - his affection for you in the hospital is in the form of coffee and trying not to admit complex patients to whatever medicine team you’re on (jeonghan will point out this favoritism CONSTANTLY) - appreciates that you initiate the skinship at home because sometimes he gets too nervous - one day you’re leaning on him as he plays video games, your laptop open on your lap and you should be doing work but you can’t help but absentmindedly stare as he plays - and you take in his furrowed brow and his glasses and the way he adjusts his headset - it hits you -- you love this man - and you’re so zoned out that you don’t notice that he’s paused his game and is looking at you quizzically - all you can do is pull him down and kiss him and only the need for air causes you to pull back - “so…should i play games more often?” he jokes and you sigh, the arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him as he giggles - “i love you,” you whisper into his neck as one of his hands smooth over your hair - “i would hope so, it would be awkward since you’ve practically moved in and all” - “wonwoo!” - and all you can see is his nose wrinkling in laughter before he kisses you again

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen medical au #svt scenarios #svt imagines #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo scenario #seventeen au

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got-svt · 4 years ago

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radio star: a svt social media au

summary: when yn accepts a job at her campus’ radio station her first year in uni, she didn’t expect she’d be anonymously singing stressed out university students to sleep. now, a year and a half in, she didn’t expect that there’d be people trying to figure out her identity either. genre: college au, slice of life, humor, fluff, angst pairing: ??? x f!reader

(masterlist)

warning: please don’t read unless you’ve read/been to part thirty-four !! this is the endgame point so tread cautiously ! but if you have read it or you came from there, then…enjoy;)

part thirty-five: slowly, surely

“Yeah, I’ll go.”

Joshua’s eyes lit up at at your reply despite the fact that he wanted to make it seem like he wasn’t utterly delighted at your decision to join him. He holds the door open for you, trying to make sure the the faint red that flushed his cheeks wasn’t in the least bit noticeable as you walk past him.

It was significantly darker now, not a single trace of the sun, streets illuminated by bright lampposts that lined the path and the faint early evening moonlight. A gentle breeze blows through his hair, buildings towered over the two of you, students excited to make their way home walk past, you run into tired professors just wanting to get some well-deserved rest.

There was always something quite alluring in the way the campus felt in the early evening, shrouded by the eager desire to go out with friends or take a break from academics. It was evident in the excited chatter from a few feet behind you, voices animatedly talking about a movie he had never heard about.

There was a small smile on your lips, and Joshua couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going through your mind. Were you thinking about him? He shook his head, not meaning to be too presumptuous. Still, he couldn’t help the slight tug on his heartstring sat the thought of you thinking of him — that he could possibly be reason that the corners of your mouth twitched upwards in a soft smile.

Joshua didn’t know what to say, walking side by side with you in the early evening as he lead the way to his favorite takeout place. Your hands would sometimes accidentally brush against his, it took everything in him not to take your hand and hold it in his. He wondered how it must feel, to feel your touch against his. Did your hands hold the same warmth you did? Would it provide him the same level of comfort that your very presence did?

He internally groaned, he shouldn’t be having such thoughts. Not when he promised that everything between the two of you would be paused while you figured your own emotions out. Joshua respected that, of course he did. He didn’t want you to feel any sort of discomfort in being with him, and if he would have to spend the next few months trying to prove to you he was sincere in efforts towards you, he would do so. And he’d do it happily too.

But there was also small pangs of pain in his chest, remembering the hurt he caused you, the one that lead to your blooming relationship being paused in the first place. He didn’t mean to fall for you the way that he did, he didn’t mean to do it so quickly too. Joshua wasn’t the type to fall hard and fast, at least that was what he thought until you came barrelling into his life — all smiles, red cheeks at his attempts at teasing you, and playful shoves at his shoulders. But he also knew you were possibly one of the strongest people he had ever met. Everything you had gone through the past couple of weeks proved nothing but that, he couldn’t help but fall for you more in the process.

And no part of him expected that you would be moonriver either, the person behind the voice he admired for so long. Joshua didn’t know how he felt when he first found out. He didn’t even know he was blankly staring at a wall until Jeonghan threw a pillow at him, snapping him out of his trance.

Sure, he was happy, he was able to meet the person he admired but did it change the way he felt about you — Yn — the person he had gotten to know the past few weeks. Joshua didn’t know anything about moonriver, he only knew her voice. But Yn, he knew her beyond what she sounded like when she sang. Joshua knew her personality — her intelligence, wit, her kindness and sincerity. He actually knew what you looked like — how your brows furrowed when you got annoyed, the pot on your lips when you got sad, the crinkle in your eyes when you smiled. Sure, he didn’t know you as well as other people did, but he was more than willing to learn.

Joshua loved you, that much he was sure of. No one could possibly tell him otherwise.

“You okay?” Your voice snapped him out of his train of thought, his gaze shifting ever so slightly to you before going back on the road ahead, “You’ve been quiet all this time. I’m not sure if that’s entirely like you.”

A hand makes its way to the back of his head as he let out a nervous chuckle, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

You hummed, tilting your head to the side in the process, clearly skeptical of his answer, “Are you sure about that?”

Joshua wasn’t sure how to answer anymore, at least without giving away the thoughts that revealed how strongly he felt for you, so he responded with a question of his own instead, “Is there any reason why you came to our dorm? I appreciate it, but it’s usually me and Jeonghan who would show up to your place unexpected.”

“Oh.” Your voice had gotten much quieter, looking down at your feet, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” Joshua replied, brows raising up in shock, “What did you need to talk about?”

You opened your mouth to answer before closing it again, the words escaping you entirely. You stopped walking, Joshua moving a few steps ahead of you before he noticed that you were no longer matching his stride. He stopped walking as well, turning to look at you, concern so very clearly etched on his face — it almost made you feel guilty for worrying him.

Lucky for the two of you had stopped in front of a bench, the warm orange glow of the lamppost that stood a couple of feet beside it. Joshua tilted his head towards the bench, implying that you sit there with him for whatever it was you wanted to talk about with him. A sigh escaped your lips as he made your way over and sat down, with Joshua following you. He looked at you one more time in concern before sitting, leaving a bit of space between the two of you.

“You look like you had just seen a ghost, whatever we’re talking about must be pretty serious, huh?” Joshua spoke, offering you a small smile in the process, breaking the silence that once again descended over the two of you. But you couldn’t meet his eyes, still focused on your hands neatly folded on your lap. Joshua’s smile falters, speaking to you in the softest tone he could muster, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to be with you.” You whispered, just loud enough for Joshua to hear. You didn’t know why you were nervous now, not when you practically sprinted to his dorms the second you ended your call with Wonwoo. Maybe the reality of the situation, the gravity of what it meant to finally vocalize your feelings for him was finally settling on you. “I enjoyed the time we spent together, I didn’t want it to end.”

Joshua felt his heart skip a beat, but how come you sounded so dejected when the words left your lips? Why couldn’t you look at him? This was a good thing, wasn’t it? His heart shattered just as quickly as it skipped, voice now as quiet and as unsure as yours, “Why do you seem so sad about it?”

“I’m not sad about it, more scared actually…” You mumbled, admitting your feelings not only to Joshua, but to yourself as well. Feelings you tried so hard to ignore and suppress, making it seem like they weren’t that serious by convincing yourself you felt something else for other people too.

“What are you scared of?”

“That I’m not going to be enough for you. That you created this idea of what moonriver would be like in your head and I’m going to end up disappointing you. What if you get bored or tired and leave?” You didn’t realize that you had started crying, a few tears escaping your eyes but you tried your best to blink them back. You didn’t mean to sound so dejected, or weak for that matter.

Joshua couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was this the reason you were holding back on being with him? He couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty too, just because he knew that he loved you didn’t mean that you were magically going to know it too. It’s not like you knew how to read his mind.

His hand makes its way to your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. Joshua felt an ache in his chest at the sight of your tears, not realizing that he had caused you this much pain and uncertainty. “I’m sorry.”

Joshua’s voice broke at the very last syllable, causing you to widen your eyes in surprise. You didn’t expect an apology, let alone one at this level of sincerity. He wiped away your tears with his thumb before it moves back down to his side.

“I’m really sorry for making you feel like my feelings for you aren’t genuine, that I’m with you just because you’re moonriver. Because that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yeah, asking you out a few days after I found out about you being moonriver wasn’t the best move, but believe me when I tell you that what I feel is for you, Yn.”

“Then why did you do it, ask me out when you found out?”

Joshua wanted to come up with a justification, he searched the deepest recesses of his mind for any sort of reason, only to come up empty handed. He didn’t know why he had done it either, in the moment, it just felt right. There was nothing to it other than that. “I don’t know.”

Your face fell, features downcast as your gaze landed back on your lap. Joshua immediately notices and speaks up before another seed of doubt could plant itself in your mind.

“But I do know that what I feel for you and the admiration I have for moonriver are two different things. Yes, I do like moonriver’s voice, but I fell in love with you. I knew I had feelings for you before I even found out. I would’ve fallen for you regardless of the fact that you’re moonriver. How could I not? You’re kind, funny, smart, and absolutely beautiful. When I’m with you, you make me feel like I’m walking on air. I’m constantly afraid my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I know it’s something I’ve said before, but I’ll keep saying it as long as there is still some doubt in your mind about what I feel for you.”

You didn’t know what to say, you wanted to say something — at least you felt like you should. It’s hard to believe that this was the same man who pranked you in a coffee shop weeks ago, the one you tried to strangle within a few days of meeting him. He was different, no longer flirty and playful, but impassioned and earnest. You thought about the past few days, how he found ways to constantly assure you that he was there for you, looked for ways to make you feel better without you even having to ask for it.

“Okay.” You spoke, startling him. Joshua was so sure you’d reject him, just because you liked him or wanted to be with him didn’t mean you’d actually do it. You had to think of yourself first, and he understood that. But when you said the next few words, the feeling of heartache that slowly started to consume him started to disappear.

“We’ll unpause.”

“Thank you,” Joshua smiled, almost breathless. He brings your forehead to his, “and we’ll go at your pace too.”

Joshua knew he was in love with you, he knew that he fell too hard and possibly a little too fast, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was what he felt for you, something he’s sure was more real than anything in the world. The pace in your relationship would have to be slower than most, building trust and having moments of constant reassurance along the way. But Joshua believed in the intensity and the sincerity of what he felt, not minding that he had a long way to go before convincing you. He knew that slowly, but surely, you would come to believe it too.

And eventually, you did.

joshua’s epilogue <33

#radio star svt au

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kihuis · 4 years ago

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Righteous [I]

Prologue

He never thought anything of it. He eliminated his moral compass a long time ago for the sake of his job. It hadn’t been easy, not at first. But with time, the more people he killed, he realized it was easier to pretend he felt nothing. There wasn’t anything left in his numb mind.

Not until you.

Warnings: TRIGGERING - mentions of murder, suicide, drugs, prostitution, grooming, sex trafficking, kidnapping Genre: Junhui x Reader; Assassin AU; Assassin Seventeen; eventual smut (18+); angst Word Count: 4.3k

Jun’s empty fingers tap aimlessly against the soft wood of the table, eyes flashing up to his opponent one more time before bringing his hand up to swipe once at his nose, the signal clear as day to the dealer. Joshua takes the hint, setting down another card face up for the players.

A hard sigh escapes Jihoon, who sets down his hand in defeat. “Fold,” he mutters through the cigar in his mouth.

Wonwoo focuses on no one but keeps his gaze on his hand, pretending to shuffle around his cards as if to put them in a different order, finally taking his hand away long enough to grab and sip from his glass of whisky on the rocks.

“Raise,” Junhui insists, putting in two more chips.

Joshua nods once then looks at Seokmin. “Where you at?”

His younger brother shakes his head, reviewing the cards in his hand and the ones face up on the table. “Fold.”

The faintest of smirks appears on Wonwoo’s mouth, letting his eyes trail up at Junhui for only a second before looking at Joshua, giving him a nod. Once again, he reaches for the deck, burning the top card then laying the next one face up.

“You’re call, Jun,” he says.

Running his fingers over his lips in thought, he watches his comrade, but Wonwoo is not one to give anything away. His poker face is far superior to anyone’s.

After pretending to contemplate, Junhui smirks and pushes his entire stash into the middle of the table. “All in,” he announces confidently.

Wonwoo sighs and squints at his hand again, rubbing his fingers across his chin. After a moment, he nods, mimicking Jun’s actions as he pushes his stash into the pot. “All in.”

Joshua nods his head, his own smirk showing while looking back to Jun. “You’re call.”

Jun’s eyes land on Wonwoo, who still reads no expression. He lays down his cards face up, showing off his hand. “Full house.”

Jihoon lets out a whistle, obviously impressed that someone just beat out Wonwoo, reigning champ of the group. Seokmin leans back in his chair annoyed that it wasn’t him.

Wonwoo purses his lips in disappointment causing Junhui to let out a small chuckle. “It’s a shame, man,” he says, starting to take the chips.

“It is a shame,” Wonwoo mutters, laying down his cards. “Because I got a straight flush.”

A collective sigh emits from the room, Seokmin throwing up his hands in frustration. Wonwoo and Joshua both laugh before the younger one begins collecting his earnings.

“Better luck next time, bro,” Wonwoo speaks before looking at the other two players. “Next round boys?”

“I’m out, man. I hate playing against you,” Jihoon discloses, standing up and walking over to the couch to sulk next to Vernon.

“How about you, Seungkwan? Ready to finally get your hands dirty?”

“Against you? No thanks,” the younger brother expresses, not taking his eyes away from the papers he’s rifling through.

Junhui rolls his eyes, only a little annoyed at his loss. He doesn’t really care, though. Not like it’s real money. He stands up and walks out of the dimly lit room towards the back exit of the dormitory, and although he hears Chan calling after him, he continues on.

“Where you headed?” a voice asks, Seungcheol appearing from his office door. Junhui bows, the motion subconsciously engraved into his brain every time his leader approaches him.

“Just out back for a few. Need some air,” he tells him.

Seungcheol nods once. “Mission lineup meeting in twenty, don’t forget,” he reminds Jun before disappearing behind his door again.

Jun refrains from rolling his eyes, not wanting to think about missions at the moment.

Every member of SVT are to know about each others’ missions. It keeps everything more organized, according to Seungcheol. Really, it’s just so they can keep better track of each others’ records. Jeonghan, Soonyoung, Mingyu, and Minghao are going to be missing today’s meeting, all on missions of their own already.

Jeonghan is in Moscow, taking out an arms dealer. Soonyoung in Cairo, getting rid of a prostitution pimp.

Mingyu is currently in Tianjin, setting out for a substance dealer whose main targets are young girls, all waiting to be taken advantage of.

Minghao, in Singapore. A drugged up mother. Whose daughter managed to call the police. Wang took the case over, stating it was close to home for his members.

Junhui was offered the chance to go, but declined. He didn’t want to face an abusive, cracked out mother. He’s worked too hard to get rid of the feelings that took over him. The thought of seeing a woman unfit with the role of a mother rubbed him the wrong way. He was sure he would see his own mother at the other end of the rifle, making it hard to comply to his duty. So he asked that Hao went instead, insisting he was much more fit for the job.

Junhui makes his way towards the back exit, hearing the faint footsteps behind him, choosing to ignore them.

Chan is the newest recruit. He’d been part of the orphanage for months before Wang took him in. His father was apparently an expert forger for money. He’d managed to steal millions from banks using aliases and began to enlist Chan’s help when he got older. Seungkwan was the one to finish the deed, leaving Chan an orphan before he too got pulled into a life of crime.

The orphanage took him in, and for three months until he was back to knowing what was right and wrong, Wang was ready to take him under his wing. He and Seungcheol recruited him together.

And somehow, Junhui had been the one he decided to look up to.

He’s behind his elder now, watching closely as Junhui treks out the door.

Junhui makes sure to let the door click shut behind him, blocking him from the admiring eyes of his younger brother.

He doesn’t mind the idea of someone wanting to be like him, it only helps boost his seemingly non-existent confidence even the slightest bit, however, Junhui wishes there was something other than killing people for a living that made Chan want to be like him. Wang is consistent on his reasoning for starting SVT, he always has been.

“We are the good in a large pool of bad. We exist to rid the world of the wicked.”

He tells this to all his recruits, even Chan.

When Jun met Chan, there was hesitance about the younger one. It reminded him of a younger version of himself. He remembers, plain as day, the moment he had realized he was a trained killer, someone who executes others in the name of righteousness. He’d been scared he’d made the wrong decision to go along with what Wang and the other members of SVT said. He wondered why he’d chosen a life of murder, even if it was ‘for good’.

He still thinks about it, despite being the best sharp shooter on the team, despite coming to have the best track record out of all his brothers after coaching himself on morals, throwing away the term ‘right or wrong’ completely. It was all it took in him to pretend there was no such thing, and now there is a boy, just a few years his junior, who sees him as a sort of idol, someone he wished to be like.

Chan grew out of his hesitance, just like Jun had, but somewhere inside of him, his moral compass spun erratically, and despite that he knew what was happening, despite that the life he’d agree to be trained into was one of murder, he decided to see it as Wang does. It was a life of murder, but for justice.

For good.

It’s all very Dexter meets Barry.

So yeah, Junhui isn’t proud of the fact that Chan looks up to him simply because he’s the one with the best trigger to death ratio out of his brothers, but the flattery is there, and it feels good to feel liked, despite this life and despite his job, he’s seen on a pedestal.

Junhui lets out a long sigh as he leans against the door, listening for the retreating steps of his younger brother. The sun is nearly set for the evening, glimpses of the night sky peeking through the hazy clouds. Another sleepless night approaches, and Junhui curses the stars for existing. The half moon, although beautiful, just reminds him that he lives another day in this world, in this life.

He thinks about his last assignment: a spinster from Spain who preyed on younger men for money. She was a hustler and a thief. She’d been easy to handle.

Taking a step away from the door, Jun takes in his surroundings. The lower-level rooftop gives a good overlook of Seoul, however the upper-level view is much more mesmerizing. It’s moments like these, the moments where all he sees is the beauty in the world, that make living this life easier. It reminds him that there is hope, there is something to look forward to. A beautiful sunrise in the east, a decadent sunset in the west.

It’s nice to grasp onto the idea that for every ugly thing in this world, there is always something else more exquisite.

So Junhui treasures these moments alone, these moments that help keep him sane.

After a few minutes, he sighs, glancing down at his watch. It’s almost time for their meeting. Time to receive an assignment to add onto his list of things he’ll likely regret.

Jun opens the door to the building, ready to walk towards the conference room. Upon taking only a few steps down the hallway, he hears the slightest breath emit from behind him. Stopping, he listens. Silence takes over, enough that Junhui can hear his own heartbeat, calm and steady. Not much scares him anymore, that’s for sure.

It can’t be Chan, he’s long gone. But there is definitely someone here with Jun, watching, waiting.

Without much of a thought, Jun begins to turn, looking in the direction of the eyes he feels on him. Not even a second later, he’s pushed up roughly against the wall, his attacker slamming himself into Jun. It’s only now that his heart rate picks up speed, that is until he opens his eyes and is met with familiar ones.

“Hey,” Minghao says with a smirk.

Junhui furrows his brows together in annoyance and pushes his brother off him. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, dusting off his jacket.

“Did I finally master the art of scaring Wen Junhui?” Minghao jokes.

“No, you’re just doing what you’ve always been good at and annoying him. Why are you back already?”

Minghao shrugs. “Done with my mission.”

Of course. Missions are a piece of cake to him, Junhui knows that. Maybe this one was so easy because Minghao knows about Jun’s mother, knows about what he went through and maybe he thought about Jun when he was pulling the trigger, thirsty for justice on behalf of his older brother. Maybe that’s what made it so easy to him.

Jun doesn’t ask.

“I really didn’t scare you?” the younger of the two asks while they make their way towards the conference room. Junhui rolls his eyes in response, not wanting to admit that, yes, Minghao managed to get a tiny scare out of him.

They walk through the double doors of the conference room where the rest of the team are sitting at the round table, in order of their ages as always. It helps keep Seungcheol sane from making sure everyone is present without having to do an unorganized head count.

Jun takes his place between Joshua and Soonyoung’s empty chair, obviously having not returned from his mission yet.

The room is silent as Seungcheol looks around the table from the door, checking to make sure everyone is present. Only Mingyu and Soonyoung are missing, Jeonghan and Minghao back from their missions. When it’s confirmed he has everyone here, Seungcheol nods once and closes the door before walking around the table to sit at the center.

A pile of folders sits in front of him and he takes the top one before sliding the rest towards Jeonghan. Thirteen folders for the thirteen members of SVT, all with their initials typed neatly on the tabs. Jun takes his, ‘W.J.H’, then places Soonyoung’s at his right and passes Wonwoo the rest.

Upon opening the folder, he finds exactly what he expected, an entire background and profile of the human he is meant to kill next, a man he doesn’t know personally and will never even meet, but he can simply read every single thing about him in this folder.

Hans Jeremiah, eldest son of the late Kristof and Everly Jeremiah. Three brothers, one sister. Born in the Netherlands but raised on a private island outside of Greece purchased by his father in 1992, named after his late grandfather Faas Jeremiah. Faas island homes the siblings and is homebase for a sex trafficking community origianlly lead by Kristof before his demise in 2003 due to heart failure. Everly died of suicide by hanging three months later, leaving the entire compound to the five children, lead by the oldest son Hans.

Faas island is where they keep the kidnapped young girls and groom them to become prostitutes.

Junhui’s stomach twists while reading through Hans’s background, especially when noticing his three brothers are named while the sister’s identity is redacted throughout the profile. She’s mentioned to be a part of the sex trafficking, stating the father began grooming her young enough to become his first victim. After a few years in the prostitution ring, he forced her to recruit when travelling overseas and act as a mother figure to the women they take in.

Who is Hans’ sister and why doesn’t she do something about her brothers if she was someone who went through the same thing at the hands of her father?

“If you’ll notice in your profiles, we’re targeting families this time around,” Seungcheol starts. “These missions will be done in teams. You’re assigned to the family member in your file, but you’ll be working with each other to carry out the kills. Let’s go through them together, starting with Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Seokmin, and Minghao.”

He goes on to explain their mission, skimming through the profiles they have in their hands. They’re after a family drug cartel in the United States consisting of five brothers. No sisters mentioned in their profiles which for some reason makes Jun’s fingers twitch uncomfortably.

Seungcheol talks for ten minutes about the family and each of the members that are on the hit list, telling each SVT member about their duty to their assigned family member. Junhui tries to listen but he can’t stop thinking about the sister, the unnamed member of his target family and why she isn’t one herself.

His eyes skim through the profile of Hans again as Seungcheol goes through the profiles of his, Soonyoung’s, Mingyu’s, and Seungkwan’s family of child slavery recruiters in Albania.

Hans grew up rich with his brothers and sister. He was raised to believe that what his father was doing to and with young girls was okay and that it was what needed to happen in order to keep their riches intact. His brothers were easily influenced to believe the same thing, but his sister was another story. Jun purses his lips as he tries to flip through the papers quietly, looking for any more background on the sister, but he doesn’t find anything past what he had already read.

“Excited to move on, Jun?” Seungcheol asks, interrupting his wandering eyes. “If you’re so eager to get to the Jeremiah family profiles, I guess we can continue.”

Seungcheol spends a moment going over each profile, including the brothers, the targets of Joshua, Junhui, Vernon and Chan respectively. It’s not a surprise to anyone that Jun was tasked with killing the leader of the siblings, the oldest one that decided to continue his father’s so called ‘legacy’. With the best track record, he’s a shoe-in to get the kill done without a problem.

“Their practice has been in effect for 87 years, all the way back to the third generation Jeremiah, Stefan Jeremiah. He began the ring in 1931 after the death of his own father, beginning the business with his mother and sisters who were desperate for money. Ever since then, their vicious legacy has carried on and has taken the innocence of over 5,000 young women around the world. Currently, their compound holds home to 48 women under the age of 20 while they are trained and groomed into prositution.”

Seungkwan’s leg twitches under the table, the bump loud enough to rumble the room. His mother was a prostitute. He’s probably wishing he was assigned to this family.

“I’m sure you have noticed that the sister of our targets has been redacted as it was her personal wish to remain anonymous for our mission.”

This takes everyone aback.

She knows about them. She knows about the mission.

She knows her brothers are going to die.

“The sister of Hans, Gregory, Lincoln, and Malcom Jeremiah sought us out to end her father's legacy and save the lives of the remaining women held in their captivity. I know what you are all thinking, that we don’t normally receive or even accept requests from someone on the inside, but with her cooperation and willingness to remain anonymous, we are able to carry out our duty to her.”

“How is it possible for her to remain anonymous?” Vernon speaks up, skimming through his profile on Gregory. “We have the entire background of her family and the business. Won’t she slip through the cracks?”

“We anticipated the complications and have her in a protection program. Her identity is safe as long as she is under our supervision.”

“Do you know her real identity?” Chan asks curiously. His naive shows through his voice, making it clear he doesn’t understand the mechanics as the rest of the men around him do.

Seungcheol shook his head, “No one but Wang does. However, he’s chosen one of you to keep her identity safe. Due to her proximity to the business, she must stay on the island. This is where things might get complicated.” He pulls out another file from the drawers behind him. “The one of you that Wang has chosen will have to work on the inside. You’re going to be the eyes and ears for the rest of your teammates, keeping track of everything you can from the schedules of the brothers and the distribution of the women they’re buying and selling.”

Seungcheol walks slowly around the table, passing Jeonghan and then Joshua slowly, stopping in front of Jun. Chan visibly deflates when his leader passes his idol the file, obviously relieved to not have such a burden on his own shoulders.

“Junhui. This is a classified file and is only to be open by you. Wang trusts you to protect her and navigate your way through the compound and keep tabs on everyone it holds. Do you think his trust is in good hands?”

Junhui gulps as he looks at the sealed manilla envelope on the table in front of him.

This isn’t a task any of them have ever been faced with. This is a special mission that SVT hasn’t ventured into before in the eight and a half years that Jun has been a part of it.

This might be more than he signed up for, but Wang trusts him with it. Him, no one else, not even Seungcheol.

Jun manages to tear his eyes away from the envelope, the only thing between him and top secret information about some girl just outside of Greece that was at one time forced into prostitution by her own father and groomed into training other young girls create a terrible life for themselves without any way out. He is the only one in this room that will know every real aspect of her life while the others know an abbreviated version of it with fake names to keep her identity safe.

But why Wang trusts him with it and no one else is probably the scariest part of all.

“What do you say, Jun?” Seungcheol asks, only slightly losing his patience with his younger brother. “Ready for one of your biggest missions to date?”

With a deep breath, Jun simply nods in affirmation before placing his hand over the file, sliding him towards himself. He can feel the eyes of his brothers bleeding through him, the pressure of his new and heavy task flowing through the room.

“We all believe in you,” Seugncheol says, patting Jun on the shoulder. “You’ve proven yourself time and time again that you have what it takes to step up and take on these types of tasks. You’re an excellent example for this team and I think it’s time you show everyone what a leader looks like. You’re the perfect fit for this, Junhui.”

Looking around at his team, all smiling and nodding along with their leader, he feels a sense of pride burst through him, but also a small amount of guilt. Yes, he’s been a part of SVT longer than most of the men in this room, but he still has a lot to learn in the world they live in. He can’t ever let himself forget the reason he’s here in the first place, the reason Wang recruited him all those years ago. He can’t bring himself to completely forget that his morals used to exist, that they dissipated over the years only because he needed to do his job and stick to his duties.

His heart wasn’t in this at the beginning, and although it doesn’t agree with anything he’s become, he feels connected emotionally to every person in this room and knows that if he were to lose a single one of them, he’d never know what to do with his life after that.

He’s doing what he needs to in order to continue living his life with the family that ten year old him never would have been able to even dream of.

He’s doing what he needs to.

That doesn’t mean he wants to.

Because every time he pulls that trigger, he hates himself.

Maybe that’s why he feels the guilt when his brothers congratulate him on the honor he’s been given. It’s not something he wants at all, but he’s willing to do in order to protect the Jeremiah daughter from her brothers and keep his own family in tact.

After the meeting is adjourned, Seungcheol asks Jun to stay behind for a moment longer. Chan peeks around the rest of his brothers, sending Junhui a smile of congratulations before exiting the room.

“He really looks up to you, huh?” Seungcheol asks Jun, nodding his head towards the youngest. After the rest of the boys file out, he walks around the table and leans his weight against a chair.

“You noticed?” Jun responds, sarcasm lacing his tone.

“It makes sense why he does. You’re pretty good at what you do.”

I kill people, Jun thinks while nodding to his superior. How could he sit here and confess to his leader that he doesn’t like what he does despite knowing everyone sees him on a pedestal?

“This room locks from the inside, but you knew that,” Seungcheol states suddenly, walking around the table towards the door. “You also probably noticed the cameras were removed before the meeting.”

Jun’s eyes glance towards the corners of the ceiling, realizing that, yes, that was something that he noticed when he first walked into the room with Minghao.

“You’re going to brief yourself on the sister of the Jeremiah boys. Everything you need to know is in that file I gave you. No one else has touched it or seen what’s in it other than Wang. He’s sending you and the others to the island in ten days, so you have plenty of time to go over everything.” He stands at the door, his hand resting on the doorknob, the only one in their dormitory and complex that locks from the inside only. The rest have double locks, making it impossible for anyone to get in or even get out, depending on which key you have.

“Stay in here as long as you need today. Wang may come up with more files for you throughout the week, so you’ll have this room whenever there’s new information to take in.” Seungcheol starts towards the hallway, pulling the door with him but stops for a moment to turn back to his younger brother. “And Jun? You’ve got this. You’re the best man for the job.”

Jun nods in thanks, watching as Seungcheol shuts the door behind him, leaving him to lock it. For a moment, he leans his forehead against the door, eyes closed.

Deep breath.

It’s as if the folder has a voice, telling him to walk out the door while he can, but despite his head telling him a million different things, Junhui turns towards the table again, looking down at the file that tells him everything about the girl he’s being sent to protect, the girl that personally reached out to SVT to put down her own brothers and get justice for herself and every other girl they’ve led into a life they can’t erase.

After a few more moments of doing what he does best and erasing his morals long enough let his feet carry him back to his chair, he takes his place at the table and rips open the manila folder that was professionally sealed for her protection and to keep anyone else from seeing the information about her life and who she really is.

With careful hands, he reaches in and grips the papers that tells him her story. Taking it out, he lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in and comes face to face with her.

Face to face with you.

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district2001 · 5 years ago

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The Ring that bounds us together

PAIRING: SVT (Mainly Wonwoo) x 14th Member (female)

GENRE: Domestic SVT?

WORDS: 1.5k

Summary: Wonwoo lost his SVT ring and Y/N decides to be a useful maknae, for once

A/N: Took me a while but I’m back. Thought lockdon was the best time to start writing again. But this time about SVT, cos i have become a massive carat since i left. Please also lemme know if u hv any requests. Xx

Ok. So one thing Y/N hated was a mess. Sure she could handle a spill here and there, some clothes on the designated chair, and even could tolerate 2 day old food still on the kitchen bench. But what she couldn’t stand was not seeing the floor of her living room.

The culprit. The one and only Jeon Wonwoo. The only person who chooses to sleep in the living room so that their dorm could have a gaming café set up in his room. Questionable? Very. But Coups and him made it work, so no one ever complained about having a bed in the middle of their shared living space.

Until today, where Y/N had come from her daily coffee run to find Wonwoo, shirtless with a towel around his waist, flinging clothes out of his cupboard, throwing his somewhat folded clothes into a sea of mess.

“Wonwoo-Oppa?”

“What?” Wonwoo didn’t even bother giving Y/N any eye contact as he continued emptying his closet like his life depended on it.

“What are you doing?”

Wonwoo didn’t even bother replying this time, instead moving over to the neighbouring cupboard to ransack it instead.

Grabbing the hair tie from her left arm, Y/N quickly placed her hair in a high pony-tail. “Mingyu Oppa won’t be very happy to come back and see this mess. Remember last time with Seokmin Oppa didn’t pack up the pillows after making that fort?”

Nothing. No Response.

Y/N shook her head, something was indeed troubling her friend. So much so, that he wasn’t giving the maknae the time of day.

If Wonwoo wasn’t going to reply to her and show her respect, she would do the same thing back. Passively of course. She wasn’t evil.

“Wonwoo-ya, do you want some help, doing whatever you’re doing?” Y/N would be OFFENDED if she didn’t get a response, but she knew better than to constantly try to get attention when it clearly wouldn’t be given. Although she was very curious to figure out the cause of this weird cleaning phase.

Luckily for her, not showing respect to her elders always guaranteed in her being called out for it. And today was no different.

“Firstly, it’s Oppa. I’m older than you. Here in SK we show respect to our elders. So add that suffix to my name.”

Y/N dramatically rolled her eyes, something which was clearly Jeonghan’s influence. Nevertheless, she sighed, signalling with her hands for Wonwoo to answer her question.

“I went to have a shower, then realised I didn’t have my ring on,” looking at Y/N from the corner of his eyes, through his glasses.

Y/N clearly didn’t see the issue. “Just tell our designers you lost the ring. Problem solved.”

Clicking her heels together, she started walking towards her room. Shouting “Clean up the mess before Mingyu sees. He’ll be more mad then our team.”

She chuckled before adding, “and he’s cooking us dinner so don’t make him mad. I’m looking forward to taco Tuesday.”

“I lost our team ring.” Wonwoo aggressively whispered.

Y/N stopped right before entering her room.

Lost the SVT ring. The one just given a couple months ago. Had she expected this from the members, not really. Had she expected it from Wonwoo, definitely not. Mingyu and Jun, possibly. Maybe. She still didn’t know how they had managed to keep there’s this entire time.

Y/n quickly walked back towards the mountain of clothes, just narrowly avoiding stepping on a leather jacket with metal spikes.

“What do you mean you lost it?”

“I don’t know. I went to go shower, and I realised it wasn’t there.”

“When’s the last time you realised it was on your finger? Did you hear a clanging sound anytime during the day? Did you post a picture today? Could it have been on your finger when you did?”

Y/N started bombarding Wonwoo with questions, something she had learned from watching far too many episodes of Criminal Minds.

Although the case this time didn’t have to do with a murder, but instead a very valuable ring.

“Umm no idea. Am I meant to? Uhhh… what was the last one?”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Have you asked the others?,” Y/N asked, despite knowing the answer.

“NO!” No member would admit to losing the ring, or years of jokes would be brought upon them.

She was sure that Wonwoo wouldn’t have told her, if he wasn’t in such a frazzled state.

Plus, she too had misplaced her ring for a day, opting to wear gloves so that none of her band-mates would catch her. Luckily, she found it between her bedsheets.

“Ok. Ok. Hmmmm. I’ll recheck the lounge, you go to the bathroom or wherever you’ve been in this apartment.”

Wonwoo trudged off, silently obeying the younger one.

The duo spent a good 2 hrs ransacking their dorm, trying to find the missing ring.

“Bro this is harder than finding a needle in a haystack… bro we should make a new saying,” Y/N groaned, falling back onto Wonwoo’s bed.

Wonwoo flopped beside her.

“You’re gonna get absolutely roasted by everyone. And I make no promises that I won’t join in”

“They won’t find out I lost it.”

“And how’s that? I might be an annoying maknae and tell them” Y/N smiled smugly.

“Well, for starters I could tell them that you’ve secretly been eating chips despite being diet buddies with Jeonghan”

“Pshhh. That’s nothing. Jihoon Oppa legit joined me last night. We ate his secret stash of snakes”

“Fine. I’ll tell them that you lost your ring aswell.”

“No I didn’t”

“Yes you did.”

“When did I? Have you noticed me not wear the ring? Don’t li-?”

“Firstly, you rattle on when you’re nervous.’ Y/N shut her mouth, before she could make her mistake more obvious, allowing Wonwoo to keep talking.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing gloves to practise. And ONLY on your left hand.”

“W-Wh-What?” Y/N Stuttered. Not sure if admitting her mistake or continuing to lie would be her best option.

She chose the former. “I’ll keep quiet about you, and you keep quiet about me.”

Wonwoo grabbed his gloves from the mountain of clothes, and quickly slipped them on his hands.

“Look’s like we got ourselves a deal.”

The mood quickly sombered up when Wonwoo did a deep sigh and asked.

“What actually happens if I’ve lost my ring?”

“You get a new one?”

“No. But like…”

He trailed off to collect this thoughts.

“Would I get in trouble?”

“I mean Pledis might be a bit pissed off cos they need to spend money on another ring. But I’m sure they’ll do it without a doubt. It’s our brand.”

“No not pledis. I don’t give a flying shit about them. I meant the others.”

“Who the members.” Wonwoo nods his head in confirmation.

Y/N leans her head against the crook of his neck, “You’ll get bagged for it. But they won’t take it too seriously.”

“But the rings a symbol of our friendship and trust.” Trust Wonwoo to go all literature on her.

“Exactly. A symbol.”

Wonwoo looked at Y/N, clearly not understanding the connection.

Y/N smiled, finally outsmarting the group’s so-called genius.

“It’s a symbol. Not the real thing. Think of the Jjapaguri in ‘Parasite.’ It’s a mix of aspects of poor and rich, but even if it wasn’t included, the characters would be struggling to act rich.” Y/n finished proudly.

“If you’re going to talk nonsense, at least talk to someone who believes you. Like Chan. He believes the chicken comes before the egg. Idiot.”

Y/N jumped up. “Well, if I’m such an idiot, you can deal with this ring situation all by yourself.”

“Wait no.” Wonwoo quickly sat up on his bed. “You’re a genius. Brilliant. Smartest member.”

He tilted his head, “Happy?”

“Very” Y/N replied.

“Can you make some ramen when I chuck my clothes back in the drawers?”

“Fine. We can fill their stomachs up so they don’t ask too many questions?” Y/N held out her hand and dragged Wonwoo up.

20 minutes later, a living room where the floor was visible and 10 portions of msg-filled ramen was placed on the table, to greet their 5 other roommates.

Soon the door banged open, and numerous sweaty man-childs came tumbling in.

“Wonwoo you absolute idiot. We’re never gonna forget this” Seokmin said happily.

“What?”

Hoshi stepped out behind him, proudly holding up his pinky.

“Soonyoung, don’t you have your own dorm to-”

Wonwoo squinted. On the Performance leaders left pinky were 2 silver rings.

Wonwoo would only sheepishly smile, while pointing behind him.

“Hey, I cleaned the living room.”

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hongnanglen-arina · 4 years ago

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See You On Monday | SVT Interactive AU

05: Failure?

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Warnings: a little angsty Words: 1.903 A/N: Hey there! Here’s the fifth chapter of my little experiment is here. Sorry, I thought it was posted yesterday but something went wrong I guess. Anyways, at the end of each chapter you have to decide for the next move (please show me your decision as a comment, a reblog or send an ask) Each week you have 3 days for making a decision until the next chapter comes out on Sunday. I hope you will like it ♡

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You curse under your breath but decide to speak up yourself and not tell them through Hoshi.

“D-don’t take the black pills! Only the white ones!”

“What?” Hoshi was helping Jun when he hears your voice. Loud and clear. He looks to your direction with confusion written all over his face when he notices it too. The pills from his box have a different color that yours. You don’t care if the others hear you or not. At least you are sure that one of them can so you don’t waste a minute and rush to the other side to collect all black pills before anyone can take them. You have no idea if this was really the right choice but something in you told you so. You have the feeling that you are doing the right thing.

As you rush to Wonwoo who has a black pill in his hand, his eyes are focused on yours as if he can see you. Although his eyes are half closed because of the poison, he raise his hand a little for you to take if out of his hand. Seeing them in pain caused your heart to ache. For a second, you stay beside him and doubt your decision. In your head it wasn’t a game anymore. As much as you tried to remember yourself that it’s just a game your friend had recommend to you, you slowly but steadily fell deeper into the story.

Hoshi’s voice pulls you back into reality so you quickly get up and help him hand out the white pills and assist them as much as possible, as someone no one can see.

After everyone who got poisoned swallowed a white pill, you watch them for a while before walking away and taking a seat a couple of tables away from them. Absentmindedly, you knead your thighs as your mind goes wild. Why two colors? This must be another test. But it’s a 50% possibility that you could be wrong. There was no hint that told you which one was the right one against the poison or maybe both are?

You panic slightly. What if it were the wrong pills? Or worse, both colors were wrong?? No that couldn’t be. There has to be a right choice. Or was it to just wait for it to be over? No. He said they would help. That narrator told you that they would help. He wasn’t lying, or-

“What are you thinking about?”

Your head snaps up to see Hoshi beside you, also sitting on a chair. After knowing who it was, you can’t help but to lower your gaze again. “I’m just worried i guess.”

The boy beside you makes an agreeing noise, gaze fixated at his friends as he folds his hands in his lap. Neither of you says a word. The room was quiet besides some soft voices, talking to the boys on the floor, saying reassuring words.

“I’m glad we have you here, helping us.” Hoshi tells you after a while. You look at him but he doesn’t meet your eyes. He doesn’t move at all. You notice how he bites on his lower lip, slightly chewing on it. He is nervous just as you are.

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“Have you heard that voice, Jeonghan?” Jeonghan nods at Seungcheol. “Yeah. Loud and clear as if she was right beside me when I was helping Vernon.” Seungcheol sighs and pats Seokmin’s shoulder who is sitting next to him, leaning against the wall. Now all 7 poisoned boys are sitting beside each other in one row, all against the wall. This way it is easier for the others to assist them in for example giving them water.

“Your nose isn’t bleeding anymore. The pill seems to work, ” Woozi says to Mingyu who is half smiling with closed eyes. “I feel a bit better though.”

Joshua’s head is resting on Jun’s shoulder as Seungcheol fans air at him. Previously he told him that he was feeling hot. Maybe because of the pain and the sweat. “I can’t believe i got poisoned. That’s a newbie mistake.”

“Thought you were clever,” Wonwoo jokes and suddenly Joshua has enough energy to look up to glare at him. “I’m sorry to correct you but I am.”

“Whatever guys.”

Jeonghan grins and shrugs. “Guess y’all have to listen to the maknae.”

“Wow, what a time to be alive.”

“Shush Seokmin.” Vernon smiles tired.

“Well, seems like y’all are fine again if y’all are able to talk like that.” Jeonghan snorts and helps Wonwoo with the water.

While the others feel better slowly, two of them inspect the reason of the chaos. Seungkwan and Minghao stand beside the long table and he holds a small plate with traditional sweets. Everything looks normal. Seungkwan wonders if the poison was sprinkled onto the food. With a fork, he pokes the fried chicken.

“They could have used it to make the food or use the poison as a ‘special finish’,” Minghao states, now holding the bowl with Japchae. Seungkwan nods and looks at the others with a sigh. That’s when he notices Hoshi sitting in the back, seemingly talking to himself.

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“Can I ask you something?”

Hoshi’s sudden voice makes you jump a little since it was rather quiet between the two of you. “Uhm, sure.”

“How did you know that the write pills were right and will help?”

“Uhh..” you have no answer to that. Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you look at the boys, avoiding Hoshi’s eyes on you. There is no denying the fact that it was just a feeling. That you weren’t 100% sure. “I… felt like it has to be. I’m sorry. It could have ended up very badly but you still listened to me.” The blonde boy beside you doesn’t react so you turn your head to him, catching him shake his head. “It’s okay. Everything’s fine. We shouldn’t think about what could have happened when they feel okay again. It worked and that’s all that matters.” You feel a little better hearing those words from him. Your intention was to help and nothing else.

“Thanks.”

Hoshi is about to say something when you see Seungcheol helps Wonwoo to walk over to where you are sitting with Hoshi. Wonwoo wipes off the sweat from his forehead with a white scarf while the other arm is wrapped around Seungcheol’s neck.

When they are nearly right in front of you, you get up and want to step aside when you hear Wonwoo’s voice that makes you stop in your tracks. “Where are you going?”

Swallowing, you look into his cat-like eyes. Seungcheol has a confused expression on his face. “What do you mean? Hoshi’s sitting there and not moving at all.”

“I don’t mean him. I mean her.”

Your eyes widen and that’s when you realize that Hoshi joined you earlier as well. Without seeing you? Automatically, you turn to Hoshi, pointing your finger at him. “D-do you…. also?” You blink at him for silently explaining what you are talking about.

He understands right away. “Yeah.”

“Since when!?”

“When you helped with the black pills.”

“And you??” You point at Wonwoo.

“Earlier. When it became dark in the room. But just for a second. And then.. again when you helped us.”

“W-wait. You are seeing the ghost!?” Finally Seungcheol joins your conversation, eyes wide when the realization slowly sink in.

Your mouth is slightly open. Why are you scared all of a sudden. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to find words to form a sentence. To explain the situation.

Suddenly it was dark.

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When you open your eyes, you are lying on the cold floor. Groaning, you push yourself up with your hands so that you are sitting. Looking around, you can’t see anything but it seems empty. Where are the others? Why are you alone?

A faint sound finds its way to your ears. A whimper?

Your body feels heavy but you manage to get up. Where are you and what is that sound? Stumbling a few steps forward, the sound gets louder. It is a whimper.

“Who’s that?” You ask into the empty room. It seems as if it comes from the next room.

“It’s going to be alright. Don’t worry. It’s… going to be alright.”

“R-really?”

Someone was crying. Continuing to walk towards the voices, your breathing quickens. What the hell is happening? Why are you trapped in a dark room all by yourself. Why is someone crying and the strange feeling that it is someone you’ve been with just a moment ago makes you feel bad. You feel hot and cold at the same time when you hear voices again.

“Why don’t you say something? Open your eyes!”

Tears are filling up your eyes. They are indeed familiar voices. “Hey! What is happening!? Are you alright???” Your shouting voice fills the room and the echo hits you. You feel small and helpless. Without noticing, tears start to roll down your cheeks.

Out of nowhere a deep voice appears and startles you, causing your breathing to hitch.

“Seems like you care a lot for them. You forgot what I told you, mh?”

With your palms, you wipe the tears off your face and ball your fists, ready to fight whoever and wherever that narrator is. “Your mission was to just make it out alive. With no bond.” He pauses and your shoulders drop. You are alive. But are the others? And what about the bond? You didn’t bond with them, do you? You still know that it is all just a game and not real- “And you failed.” “I didn’t fail!” You are quick with your reaction. Your courage to contradict surprising you as well. You feel offended all of a sudden. You did everything you could and the boys even felt better with the pills. You didn’t fail.

“What about your tears?” Your breath hitches again. “You care for them.”

“B-but-“

“Controlling emotions isn’t an easy task, I’ll give you that. Actually I’m a little sad. I wanted to watch you a little longer. Too bad.”

You stand there, staring into the darkness while the crying in the background becomes more and more less audible.

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“God, my head..” You cough and whine before opening your eyes. You feel something over your eyes. The VR glasses! Are you back in your living room? Hesitantly, you grab it and pull it off your head, rubbing your eyes and adjust to the light. It is dark in your room. The only light comes from the tv which shows you the cover of the game. Seeing it makes your heart ache.

“They look so happy… I wonder how they are… wait. Don’t be stupid. They are just characters in a game!” You never fell for a game like that and catching yourself to actually think it’s real makes you even more embarrassed. You turn around and want to go away but something makes you stop in your tracks. Turning to the tv again, you look at the cover. Your eyes roam over the picture of the 13 boys.

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What are you going to do?

Start the game again OR let it be?

You can decide.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #Seventeen #seventeen au #au:see you on monday #kpop fanfic #kpop au #carat #svt #seventeen ff

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ask-svt-hearteu · 6 years ago

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christmas activities with svt

a/n: i managed to conjure this up last minute because i really wanted to give you guys something and it’s kinda a mess and hasn’t been proofread, so so sorry this is out so late but happy holidays to everyone!! - seri

seungcheol: decorating your house

he doesn’t necessarily wants to be that extra house but he definitely does not want to be that grinch house

you agree one hundred percent but he just has to make your life more difficult and turns it into a competition

you guys were really just at the store

you being the one with the roof measurements actually trying to figure out how many set of lights to get when he’s waiting in line for the free shot of hot chocolate

and he comes up to you, smoothly slides he arms around your waist and says with his chocolate smelling breathe

“how about I have my side of the house and you have yours and,,, we see who’s is better”

spinning around in his arm you smile softly at him

“babe” you start lovingly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “it’s so cute that you think you’re gonna do better”

he of course is highly offended and whines and taunts like a kid about how he is going to win

gosh decorating day is a mess

with the lights strewn all over the yard and the wreaths and ribbons laying everywhere

the biggest is the fact that only one ladder exists and seungcheol hogs it

and despite his competitive spirit he still refuses to let you climb on and hangs your lights too

he’s being overprotective like always and you want to protest until he says

“what am i supposed to do if you get injured? at least if i get injured i know you’ll take care of me well”

bratty seungcheol can’t help but melt your heart

jeonghan: binge watching christmas movies

“obviously we’re watching ‘home alone’”

“and ‘a christmas story’”

“it’s not christmas without ‘elf’“

“oh! and we have to see all the new ones on netflix”

so imagine a bubbly mess dancing around the house making sure to grab all the pillow and blanks to pile on the couch and making sure there’s enough snacks

and all the pillow end up getting thrown on the floor because you end up using each other

the plan is one hundred percent to just sit around doing absolutely nothing all day

just laughing together and throwing popcorn at each other’s faces

and playing rock paper scissors to see who has to answer the door for the food you ordered because you both got hungry

“hannie! clearly you cheated”

he puts on that shocked, innocent face he’s perfected over the years

but he’s not fooling you

“i didn’t i swear, how on earth can you cheat on rock paper scissors!”

so he does fool you because you uncross you legs with his and push the blankets off

“i love youuuu” he coos when you return, pulling you back into his embrace

you fake a glare though, flicking his arm

“ow! that hurt”

“sounds like an excuse so i can baby you yoon”

after literally watching christmas movies all day and doing nothing, you two still manage to fall dead asleep in each other’s arms at 8pm

but then you both wake up in the middle of the night hungry for a snack

so turning on another movie, the process repeats itself

with many kisses here and there

joshua: last minute shopping

legit cuddling on the couch december 23rd

his legs tangled with yours under the two blank

“hey babe”

“hmm?”

“i just realized i didn’t finish gift shopping yet”

“dammit. same”

first breaking out into giggles it takes ten minutes for you both to leave each other’s warmth and drive to the mall

complaining about the traffic to each others like it’s not two days before christmas

ends up trying to shop for each other instead of the people

“josh!” you call him over multiple caps and bucket hats in hand, “try this one on”

one look at himself in the mirror and he shakes his head chuckling, “yeah i don’t think so”

“whyyyy” you whine, honestly just looking for a tease, “i think you look hOt”

and he really decides to take this time to be responsible and raise a brow

pecking his lips and taking the hat off his head you smile sheepishly, “though vernon would look amazing also”

walking around the mall with basically a thousand bags makes the both of you tired so of course it’s time for a break

two each and thirty minutes in

maybe you just wanted to be that sweet couple lounging around drinking tea and eating cake

“let’s play a game”

“what?”

“close your eyes and guess how many sugars are in this tea”

the innocent eyes that belong to joshua hong make you agree

so with you relaxed and concentrated at the soft sound of sugar packets tearing,

you feel lips press against yours

“okay guess”

“way too many sugars”

junhui: mistletoe

hanging mistletoe everywhere

around your house and everyone elses

because you too are a playful bunch and are legit sticking them in the bathroom

and popping in with a singsongy “mistletoe~” when chan and seungkwan were just trying to wash their hands

so you can imagine the mess that is your place

and the running around trying to catch each other under the mistletoe

“babe stopping running around the house!!” you’re half yelling half laughing at him

“you’re the one following!!”

he had just caught you in the morning cornering you with a kiss on the cheek while you were brushing your teeth, so sure he had not waken up yet

so you spent all day trying to get him

but you’re at a disadvantage with his long limbs making it easy to step out of the way whenever you come near him around the mistletoe

you would think as a couple you both would be trying to get under it but it’s the opposite for you guys

just trying to keep each other on your toes

literally with all the prancing around

but while you were trying to avoid him getting you, you trip and fall

nothing is wrong except a slightly stinging bum but of course the game slips away from jun’s mind in an instant and he rushes next to you

“are you okay??” his eyes glimmer with worry

but then they stitch to confusion as you smirk and raise your hand into the air

“got you”

soonyoung: making gingerbread houses

so determined to make it look super good

even though they never do

but spends twenty minutes at the store trying to decide which gingerbread house kit to buy

of course goes with the biggest most expensive one

and you guys are sitting at the dining table with the cardboard looking gingerbread, packets of royal icing, and the candy spread out everywhere

cutely struggling to make the house pieces stick together, furrowing is brows in concentration

“babe lemme put more icing”

so without looking up he waits for your hand to scoop in to add more icing

but instead you swipe it on his nose

“stop i’m really trying!!” he protests

but he ends up giggling anyways

does not go by the decorated house on the front at all

putting his own little swirls everywhere

the svt logo on each side of the roof

little pink and blue candies everywhere

him pretend he didn’t just protest against the icing on his nose,

which he refused to wipe off b t w

and putting icing on your cheek as you’re trying to place the pink gumdrops on the roof of the house

“h-hey!” you say surprised even though you should've excepted it

doesn’t let you wipe it off either

somehow you both manage to finish without too much icing and candies wasted and hey, it looks pretty freakin good

“okay smile!” he says holding his phone up for a selfie with you holding the house in front of you

and swiftly licks your cheek, effectively taking the icing off

guess what picture is going out on the christmas cards this year

wonwoo: writing letters to ‘santa’

at first you had just suggested the idea as a joke and he took it as a joke

but then you got really excited at the thought of actually sitting down with wonwoo and writing everything you want for christmas like a kid again

he didn’t really think much of it initially but you would’ve never known from his focused expression

“let me see”

you’re leaning over his shoulder trying to sneak a peak, maybe even trying to figure out something else to get him

“nope” he smirks, moving it away from your sight

“fine”

you sit across from him, holding your letter in front of you like you’re protecting the world’s secrets

and he does the same

while you begin to write what you want, like those new boots or the pretty beige coat,,, you end up writing about him

like that new racing game so you and wonwoo could play together

or wishing for a vacation so you and him could explore together

by the time there’s no room left on the card you’ve successful melted your heart just at the thought of him

he refuses to let you see it even after you’re done

“let’s show each other on christmas, for next year ya know”

so when the time finally comes he gives you your gift with white envelope on top

it’s two weeks later and you’ve almost forgotten about it,, almost

tearing open the letter, you read the first couple lines, expecting a camera case or a new pair of gaming headphones

but it’s just all about you

“wonwoo...”

he’s smiling at you sweetly, leaning in to where your foreheads are almost touching

“merry christmas”

jihoon: gift wrapping

“why can’t we just stick it in a bag, they don’t expect much presentation from me anyways”

you glare at him, sorting out all the different types of bows, ribbons, and wrapping paper

“lee jihoon. maybe from you but not from me. and we are together”

“okay okay”

he sits down next to you and attempts to help you sort

“that color doesn’t really match well with that paper ji”

but you don’t really have the heart to correct everything because he’s really making an effort

you teach him how to wrap and he starts on a box

but his corners are a little wonky

kissing his cheek, appreciating his effort, you’re quick to fix it

“wha- how did you do that” he has this amazed expression at how you easily folded the corners up like a professional

“just from practice babe”

then he tries to help with the ribbons, but that doesn’t really go as plan,,,

because he accidentally drops the roll and it rolls across the floor so now it’s a mess with gold stripes everywhere

“i didn’t take you for a clumsy on” you comment, on the verge of breaking out into giggles

“this is too hard” he grumbles

so for the rest of the time he’s just watching you

fidgeting with the bows or twirling the scissors around with skill

playing with your hair when he gets bored of that

even trying to do braids or a ponytail

you smile to yourself, ignoring your beating heart like the grazes of his fingers against your shoulders didn’t affect you

in all honesty he didn’t help much

but it’s the thought that counts

minghao: christmas light show

imagine walking through the city park hand in hand admiring all the lights shaped like snowmen and reindeers

giggling and cooing at all the little cute kids running around being amazing at the life sized figures

the cold outside weather gives him an excuse to stick the hand holding yours in his coat pocket like straight out of a drama

and you pretending it doesn’t faze you when in reality your heart just skipped a beat because he’s so w a r m

is it really minghao without his camera around his neck

takes so many pictures

tells to you do all these poses

“pretend you’re about to kiss the santa” he says, super concentrated on finding the right focus and lighting setting

but you feel like being a little flirt and grin, “i wanna kiss you though”

the little giggles at erupts from his chest are adorable and never fail to send a shot of happiness through you

“okay last one and you can”

“that’s what you said last time”

taking a quick shot of you and your pouting lips he smirks

“i know, but this time i promise about the kissing part”

of course after multiple pictures of taken it’s finally your turn to take pictures of him

except after two of them he wraps his arms around your waist holding you in place

“let me let pictures” you protest but he isn’t budging, “you like having your picture taken”

“very true” he hums

you’re about to protest again but he silences you with a kiss on your nose

“but i want today to be about you”

mingyu: christmas party host

it’s a freakin battle field at yours and mingyu’s house a week before christmas

there’s too much to do

there’s the cleaning because the house has to be absolutely spotless, not one single piece of dust in sight

there’s the hassling people to make sure everyone remembers to bring their secret santa gift because ‘you will legit get kicked out if you ruin this party bc your lazy ass couldn’t even buy a gift card and a pair of fuzzy socks’

but the best part hands down is the meal prepping

okay cooking enough food for fifty people might seem like it’ll give you headaches for days but being with mingyu makes it so fun

i mean blast music and singing along in your perfect! voices

and even while there’s a thousand dishes to prepare and no time to be messing around

mingyu still trys to hand print flour on your face

but like the clumsy giant he is,,, knocks over the whisk in the process

so you just giggle endearingly while he’s bursting with apologies insisting that he be the one to clean up

you shake you head smiling, “you go take care of the noodles over there”

taste testing everything because it’s an absolute must

“gyu! this is amazing”

“babe the flavors in this,,, wow”

and you catch him going for one more “taste test”

pulling the spoon away from him, you stand your ground while he’s giving you puppy eyes

“one more bite please?”

“no then you’re gonna be full”

he takes your hands and snakes them up his chest and to his biceps

“i promise i’m not gonna be full”

crinkling you nose not willing to admit anything while he’s being a tease you respond,

“you’re gross”

but he doesn’t he you moving as he leans down to kiss you

seokmin: christmas caroling

he’s always seen it in the movies and he’s always wanted to try it out

except he’s scared of getting the door slammed in his face :c

so instead it’s more like christmas busking,,, except it’s a free show and he’s just excited to see all the little kids running up to him and dancing around

even if your voice isn’t the greatest you still agree because who can say no to sweet seokmin

he even does it in his reindeer onesie and got you a santa claus onesie

so sOft

goes through all the christmas songs

shamelessly serenades you with ‘all i want for christmas is you’

making you a blushing mess

the kids around you guys are cooing and giggling, telling seokmin how cool he is and how you have to date him

like you would ever say no if you weren’t already dating him

all the adults come up and say what a cute couple you guys are and what a cute thing you’re doing for christmas

on his breaks always interlocks your hands

even while talking to the old lady about how she used to celebrate christmas or with the little boy about the toy car he wants desperately

one couple is kid enough to offer you guys cookies and some hot chocolate which you both take gratefully

he notices you shivering a little and gets worried

“do you want my jacket?”

you have to stop him from taking it off because it’s freezing outside

“but baby it’s cold outside~”

he sings to you, making you so shy

you lean your head against his chest, feeling the vibration of his chuckles

“true, but i have you sunshine”

vernon: ugly christmas sweaters

“it’s not christmas if you’re not wearing a christmas sweater for the entire month of december”

“you’re such a dork!”

but you agree to go out sweater shopping anyways

“omg look at all these darth vader ones”

of course he buys two of those

“look at all the pug ones!!!”

you’re pulling him towards the crowd of sweaters around you

by the end you both have spent way too much money but came out completely satisfied anyways at all the variation

and he’s not kidding about wearing one basically everyday of the month

he’s the one with the light up elf sweater at practice but he’s the one staring at everyone who giving him odd looks

and there’s even more stares when you show up to bring food in your own light up sweater

“what is there not enough food?”

he’s grinning and kisses your cheek, “nope it’s perfect, thanks babe”

unbothered couple

everyday it’s a competition to see who wore the better one

“okay i admit, rElUcTaNtLy, that your grinch one beats my penguin one”

“obviously” he flashes you a cocky, memey expression

“yah!” you slap his arm making his chuckle

“it’s okay your snowman one killed it yesterday”

“i know! there was even a carrot and little hands sticking out”

of course don’t forget the matching sweaters

and all the pictures in the sweaters because you guys are freakin adorable

basically the superior christmas couple

ending with cute sweater paw high fives

seungkwan: hot chocolate night

an absolute must in the boo traditions okay

toppings everywhere

marshmallows, oreos, whipped cream, chocolate ships, candy canes, cinnamon

and like five different types of hot chocolate

it’s really just an excuse to invite everyone over and do karaoke and just get into the christmas spirit yanno

but of course you and seungkwan have to hehem,,, test out everything first

“yah, we are going to be grown adult and not throw food at each other”

biggest freaking sike ever

but it’s okay because seungkwan looks adorable and precious while it’s ducking away from you throwing marshmallows

“kwannie! wait i’m calling truce”

eyeing you suspicious, he steps forward carefully, “promise”

“yes! i’m not lying just come here”

he’s beginning all dramatic and cautious like ‘if you throw something at him now that’s a disqualification

he’s a foot away from you when you say, “okay stop close your eyes”

“what?”

“just do it babe”

so while he’s doing the same hand motions of ‘just do it’ and humming to it,

you take a sip of the hot chocolate piled with whipped cream

and kiss him, square on the lips

his eyes flutter open in surprise but he takes no time to kiss you back

and when you pull away his eyes meet you

,,, and your whip cream mustache

“did you just-”

“hey you look hot with your santa stache”

chan: tree decorating

you guys are not about to half-ass this tree okay

it’s seven feet tall and it’s going to look beautiful

you and chan decide to get a real tree, even though it sheds, just to get even more festive

putting the lights around the tree together, placing the ornaments perfectly

so domestic

and of course it’s not chan’s tree without some aspects of seventeen in there

so you make this giant bong bong and place in right where the star is and it’s the cutest thing ever

but not cuter than chan

because he keeps messing with the ornaments, saying this one looks weird there and moves it but doesn’t like it there either

and you just let him be, watching him while he works because you know the finished product will make he happy

when it looks finished and amazing, you pull him away, back hugging him and leaning your cheek against his shoulder

“it looks perfect channie, don’t mess with it anymore”

stepping away to enjoy it in full view, he hums

“okay it does it pretty good, well because i worked on it”

you laugh into his shoulder and he spins around to face you

“you know what makes it better?”

“umm, gifts under the tree,” you reply jokingly

“okay that too”

taking his time wrapping his arms around your shoulders lovingly, never taking his eyes off of you, he whispers

“being here with you”

staring into his eyes, you slowly move your gaze down to his lips

“you know what i think would make it better? mistletoe”

he lets out a breathy chuckle

“c’mon you know we don’t need that”

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kinksvt · 6 years ago

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→ pairing: reader x wonwoo

♕ summary: you and wonwoo had been friends for a while but after some unknown tension that changes.

✱ genre/warnings: friends to lovers!au, dirty talk, degradation, rough fucking, daddy kink, the whole deal, plus a liiiittle bit of fluff at the end bc im a sucker for wonwoo

✱ word count: 3.2k+

1 / 2 / 3

you threw the blanket that was already with the room off of you and put on your shorts, making your way to the door. you turned the knob slowly, thinking every move you made was the loudest thing on earth. slipping past the opening in the door you made, fear of it squeaking loudly, you walked stealthily across the hall towards the stairs to head into the kitchen. you didn't know what the hell to eat or what to do. you just needed to occupy yourself and take your mind off of things.

"couldn't sleep either?" a deep voice spoke from behind you suddenly. your heart jumped and you spun quickly around to see who the person was.

“oh,” you cleared your throat, “hey wonwoo.” the air felt awkward between you two, tension so strong that it could cut a knife.

"hey cutie, what's up?" wonwoo made his way to the cupboard, looking for a snack. you blushed at the nickname as you faced away from him, opening the fridge that was behind you.

"nothing, i was just, uhm, hungry." a mess could only be used to describe you in this somewhat uncomfortable situation with wonwoo.

he looked back at you, seeing you grab the carton of milk that sat inside the fridge. "hey, do you remember when we were younger.." wonwoo trailed off, leaning against the island that sat in the kitchen. you placed the milk on the counter top, stopping everything you were doing. you still didn't look at wonwoo, but your attention was on him. “we used to," he chuckled softly, "sleep with each other?"

your eyes widened, the moments erupting in your mind clear as day. you two would innocently sleep in each other's beds during your many sleepovers. there were times when wonwoo would move closer to you during the nights when you were scared because the rain beat at your window. but of course, all good things come to an end eventually and when you two both sprouted during high school, you both decided it was best to stop without having it to be mentioned. it just seemed right to the both of you. "yes..i do. why are you bringing it up?"

wonwoo had made his way over and set his hand on your shoulder, startling you. "because. ever since the first night you slept in my bed, i couldn't sleep easily without you in it."

it was like you were in some sort of trance and someone else had taken over your body. you turned around to face wonwoo, his warm hand feeling like it was burning your skin. "really?" you looked into his eyes, his own staring into yours.

"yes, really. i always think back to when you slept with me. i always think about the feeling of my arms around you, protecting you. i feel like i constantly have to protect you to make sure you don't get hurt." when you were about to respond, he added, "i don't want anyone else taking you away from me."

that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of heat to your core. "w-what do you mean by that?" you both knew what it meant.

"it means," wonwoo began walking towards you, making you walk back until you hit the other counter, "that i like you, y/n. a lot."

you gulped and followed his eyes that were on your lips. you subconciously licked them, mentally screaming at him to just kiss you already. and as if he had read your mind, he finally leaned in and kissed you. a feeling of butterflies had erupted in his stomach, and yours. he had waited so long to finally be able to kiss you. he had only dreamed of how it felt to have your lips on his own. he pulled away to look at you, your eyes already open and wide. your lips parted to speak but he cut you off, "can i kiss you again?"

you merely nodded and he returned to you. he took the hand he once had rested on your shoulder and placed it on your hip, lightly rubbing the exposed skin. his other placed on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. you were incredibly wet and wonwoo began to slowly become hard. his dreams only had escalted after you two had kissed. he was hoping that his many dreams about you would become a reality at last. "fuck," wonwoo said breathlessly against your lips, "you don't know how many times i've wanted and thought about kissing you.."

"y-you've thought about kissing me?"

"god yes." his fingers brushed against your arm softly, trailing up and down. "you drive me crazy, y/n."

"i-i do?" you thought your knees were going to buckle, you felt so weak.

"you haven't noticed? fuck, i've liked you for as long as i can remember, princess." wonwoo let out a chuckle, "you can't tell me that you don't feel something for me either."

"i do, feel something for you wonwoo." he smirked in response but quickly wiped it off. "come with me." he whispered. grabbing your wrist, wonwoo pulled you away and headed upstairs. his grip didn't loosen, he turned the hall into the room he was staying in, nudging you in and locking the door behind you both. wonwoo suddenly switched on a light that, to your luck, was dim and not extremely bright.

you swallowed dryly, feeling intimidated by how wonwoo stared at you. like a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. "uhm, w-wonwoo-" he raised a hand to silence you, walking closer and closer to you. the back of your knees hit the bed, making you tumble backwards slightly. wonwoo got on top of you and wrapped his hand lightly around your throat. the sensation and the feeling went straight down to where you wanted him the most.

“you know princess.." his hand released your neck, his fingers moving—making an invisible trail down your body, "i'm not happy with what you did earlier." it suddenly clicked in your mind as his fingers slipped the strings of your tank top off your shoulder, pulling your shirt over your head. "did you do it on purpose, baby?"

you whined, feeling small and little under everything wonwoo was doing to you. "no, i-i didn't mean to. i was just-"

"don't lie to daddy, princess." wonwoo's hand cupped your clad breast. "you wanted me to look at you, right? you wanted me to be jealous of jeonghan, didn't you?"

"no, wonwoo, i-"

"what was that, baby?" he slowly dragged his entire hand down your body until he reached the band of your shorts, right above the area he knew he had been affecting you the most.

"wonwoo, p-please," you needed him to touch you already. you were pretty sure your panties were soaked and your clit had already developed its own heartbeat.

"that's not my name, princess." he raised himself back up to your face and kissed your neck roughly. you let out a moan as he began sucking harshly on your neck. his other hand held the other side of your face. "yeah, that's right baby. moan louder. let everyone in this goddamn house know who you belong to." wonwoo was going to make sure that, not only jeonghan, but everyone know who was making you feel good. "who's doing this to you, baby? who's making you so wet?"

"you, wonwoo."

"uh-uh, that's not my name." he smoothed his tongue against your collarbone, also leaving light purple hickeys there. "it's daddy to you, baby."

with a desperate whine, you moaned, "d-daddy, please touch me. i need you so badly."

wonwoo pulled away from your collarbone, looking into your eyes, his own clouded with lust. "such a naughty girl, begging for daddy. can't you wait a little longer, baby?"

you shook your head and wonwoo tsked as he moved down your body to the material that covered your lower half. his fingers touched your skin and pinched the band of your shorts, taking them off painfully slow. you sighed when you were met with the cool air. you didn't wear anything fancy or sexy, considering the fact that you weren't expecting jeon wonwoo to see them. "how cute.." wonwoo brushed his fingers against the baby pink striped underwear you wore, making you shudder quietly. "so innocent, baby. god you're so fucking cute."

you shyed away, moving your legs away from wonwoo. you became easily self conscious, despise from always being looked at carefree and confident. wonwoo grabbed your legs, spreading them open. he let out a groan, "my pretty girl, you're so wet." his long fingers suddenly came into contact with the dark pink spot. "can i?" he asked as his digits hooked on your underwear.

"yes," you breathed out. and with that, wonwoo slid your underwear down your thighs. he let out a moan, "fuck," he sighed out.

"could you remove something? i-i don't like how i'm the only one naked.."

he laughed slightly as he quickly stripped himself, leaving his boxers on. "now baby, what else do you want?"

"touch me." you couldn’t wait any longer. if you did, you think you’d burst.

"anything for my girl.." he smirked and lowered his head between your legs. wonwoo was so close to you, you could feel his breath against your heat. "you're so wet, babe. i bet i could slide my cock right in there." he suddenly placed a sloppy kiss onto your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

you moaned, "more daddy, please i'm begging you." and with that, wonwoo attached his mouth to your pussy, his tongue sticking out slightly.

you moaned again, louder as his tongue quickly glided all across your folds. your hands fisted wonwoo's hair, making him groan, sending vibrations up your body. he flatted his tongue against you, making your body arch. you let out a whine as you clenched your thighs around his head, he took his left hand and rested it on your lower stomach. he brought his right hand to you and entered his digit inside you, causing a pornographic sound to leave your throat. he looked at you and began moving his finger, "that's right baby, wake all the guys up. let them know what i'm doing to you, my beautiful princess."

he suddenly inserted another finger into you, making you gasp. his mouth came into contact with your clit and he sucked harshly on it. his fingers going in and out of you and curling desperately, trying to find your sweet spot. his other hand reached up and grabbed your boob, lightly pinching your hard, pink nub. your senses became overwhelmed. with wonwoo's skillful fingers and relentless tongue on your pussy and pleasure on your boob, you already felt your orgasm approaching faster than you thought it would. "don't cum until i say so," he said, almost knowing your body already. you clenched around him as his tongue continued to lick and suck at your clit. his fingers went as far as you allowed and he curled them again and you squealed loudly.

"daddy, r-right there," your body felt as if it was on fire. euphoria ran through every vein in your body, a ball of pleasure quickly building up in your lower stomach.

"cum for me, angel." you let out a long moan followed with a squeal you didn't know you were capable of making. as you came, your hips stuttered, as if the world was slowly stopping.

"you look so hot when you cum, baby." he pressed one last kiss to your heat, making you jolt with pleasure.

"daddy, i-i need your cock."

"yeah, baby? you need daddy's cock? what a dirty slut you are, so impatient after i had given you what you wanted." he slapped your thigh, making you yelp. you felt your juices run and drip onto the sheets. wonwoo got off of the bed, "on your knees," he pointed at the floor in front of him. you did as he said with no hesitation. you got up from the bed and kneeled in front of him, already knowing what was going to happen. "here's what princess is going to do for daddy." he bent down ever so slightly and grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. "princess is going to be good for daddy, and suck his cock. right, baby?"

"yes, daddy." you swallowed dryly, you've never been this turned on and vulnerable in your life.

"that's my girl.." he then pulled his boxers down in one motion, his cock springing out and slapping against his lower abdomen. you audibly gasped at his size and girth, squeezing your thighs together. his cock stood tall, the tip a crimson color and you could just barely see a few shiny drops of precum beginning to leak out. the veins protruded out from his base just enough for you to see it in the dim light. "like what you see, princess?" he smirked, hearing your gasp and noticing your stare.

"you're so big.." you were breathless, only thinking about the spots he would be able to hit with ease inside of you, filling you up.

"don't flatter me baby, come closer." you thought wonwoo looked stunning in daylight, smiling but he looked even more stunning, sweat coating his body and making his hair stick to his forehead. you took a mental remembrance to this sight as you scooted closer to wonwoo and his awaiting present. "open." he instructed, his mouth falling open in desire.

you did as he told, your tongue sticking out slightly. wonwoo could devour you whole right there at that sight, again. as soon as his tip touched your mouth, he let out a sigh. his cock filled your cavern and you began sucking gently, earning satisfactory moans from wonwoo. you bobbed your head up and down on his dick, your tongue swirling against his red tip. “shit baby, just like that.” wonwoo’s fingers gathered your hair in a ponytail, “can you take all of me, princess?”

you looked up at him and hummed in response. wonwoo carefully slid himself deeper in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat—you gagged slightly.

“you gotta relax babygirl, unless you wanna make it difficult on yourself.” he said, gulping as the pleasure took over him. you did as he said and relaxed, deepthroating wonwoo, earning another moan from him. “yes baby, fuck. keep sucking my cock like that..” wonwoo breathed heavily, now beginning to guide your head up and down on himself. you hollowed your cheeks as he moved your mouth to his liking. while you sucked wonwoo, you felt your wetness gathering down south again, your clit pulsating with need.

wonwoo looked down at you as best as he could, fighting back the urge to throw his head in ecstasy. he already felt his orgasm approaching, seeing you on the floor for him—your mouth wet on his dick. all of those late nights trying to be quiet while fucking his fist thinking about you came rushing into his head. he yanked your hair—resulting in a moan from your throat—pushing you off of him, a trail of saliva falling from your mouth. “fuck, i was gonna cum. god, i knew that pretty mouth could do wonders.” wonwoo smirked as he helped you up, your knees getting slight carpet burn and legs half numb. he motioned for you to lay on the bed as he got out something from his short’s pocket. “can’t ever be too safe,” he took out a condom and quickly rolled it on as he looked at you. you giggled as you waited for him, “hurry up, daddy.” you said playfully.

“uh uh, princess,” he fixed the condom onto his hard length as he came closer to you. “you have to be patient.” he leaned down to kiss you then to whisper in your ear, “or you won’t cum again.”

you swallowed as you nodded and looked down between your legs.

wonwoo fixated himself between you, pumping himself a bit. you whined when you felt him rub his cock on your folds, “fuck,” he groaned. “i can’t wait to ruin you, babygirl.” wonwoo slid himself in you, making you moan loudly.

“w-wonwoo, oh my god,” he stretched you out slightly, filling you up just as good as you had hoped—even better. “p-please wonwoo, fuck me.”

he waited a few moments to let you adjust, “my pleasure.” hips suddenly snapped, making you yell out. “wonwoo!”

he leaned down and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he began thrusting into you quickly. “fuck, y-you’re so tight.” wonwoo didn’t hold back. his cock enveloped in you, gliding against your warm walls drove him crazy. he buried his face into your neck, breathing warmly against your already burning skin. you moaned loudly and raked your nails down his back, making wonwoo moan in unison with you. “d-do that again, oh my- fuck, fuck you feel so good y/n,” his relentless hips rocked against yours, switching between fast and hard. he felt his orgasm returning but he was keen on making you cum first. wonwoo let his hand wander down your body until he found your clit, grazing over it softly when he earned a high pitched whine from you.

“i-i’m close,” you managed to tell him.

“good.” wonwoo rubbed your bundle of nerves, making you squeal with every thrust he gave into you. “you like that, baby?”

you only nodded, feeling your second orgasm building up like a coil.

“yeah?” he asked, beginning to rub you harder as his hips began to slow down a bit. “you like it when i play with your clit while i fuck you, princess? huh?” he held back a moan, “such a dirty little slut for me, whining, not caring that we may wake the others up.”

“w-wonwoo-“

“scream my name, princess. who do you belong to?” wonwoo rubbed you fast and harsh, in time with his dick slamming into you.

it was all too much and your orgasm crashed over you, making you scream wonwoo’s name—like he wanted. you clenched rhythmically around wonwoo, causing him to cum into the condom with a loud groan. his hips stuttered as he threw his head back, lips formed an O shape. he pulled out of you, breathless and collapsed beside you.

the two of you laid in seungcheol’s guest bedroom, tired and content.

“how loud do you think we were?” wonwoo asked, facing you. his post-sex aura made your heart ache.

he was perfect—scratch that.

he is perfect.

and he thought the same about you.

“considering that i don’t think i’ll be able to walk for a while—pretty loud.” you smiled, thanking the low lights for hiding the blush that began to rise on your cheeks.

“so what does this make us now?” he turned on his side, his fingers brushing a piece of hair that fell onto your face.

“i was hoping that we could, be more than friends?” you said but sounded more like a question filled with the hopes of it not being rejected.

“i was hoping so too.”

a/n: i finished writing this at 3:30 am so i apologize if theres any mistakes im ljterally half asleep ♡

#seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #seventeen scenario #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo smut #wonwoo scenario #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #kinksvtwrites

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Seventeen: Fate & Desire (part 3)

Characters: Seventeen x reader

Genre/warnings: soulmate au, host club au, college au, fluff, angst, and talks about a panic attack

Word count: 6,699

Summary: You know you’ve found your soulmate when your pendant turns red. It’s just your luck you meet an entire host club of 13 boys – save for your best friend, Jeonghan, and his boyfriend – all at once. Your pendant is now red, and all of theirs are always hidden in their shirts. But one person in particular kind of makes you want to forget about the whole “fate” thing.

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You arrived to the makeshift dressing room with Jeonghan at 6:30. Like last time, you were met with the boys getting ready. This time, however, some were walking around shirtless, some were walking around without pants, and some were just straight-up in their boxers. Did anyone make any panicked moves to put clothes on once you entered, though? No, not at all. Either they were all very confident and proud in their bodies or they were just used to your presence already.

‘Does that mean I’m changing in front of all of them too?’ you wondered to yourself.

Seungcheol strode up to your wearing grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and -- fortunately for you -- no shirt. He grinned at you, his warm chocolate eyes hypnotizing you almost immediately. “Glad to see you again.”

“Likewise.” you smiled back at him, trying to make it as casual as possible since you weren’t sure if Seungcheol said anything to anyone else or if he even wanted them to know.

You hadn’t seen anyone say anything in the group chat about it, so you assumed Wonwoo only mentioned it that one time to Joshua and Jeonghan. Besides, Wonwoo didn’t seem like the type to go blabbing other people’s business to everyone else.

“_____, come here!” Seungkwan called, waving for you to come to the back corner of the room. He was standing in front of a screen that had been folded out to cover the back corner. “We put this up for you so you can change in privacy. We figured you’d be more comfortable that way.”

You thanked him before going to grab your uniform. Since most of them seemed to be wearing their casual uniforms, you decided to match them, grabbing your desired uniform from off the rack and going to get changed. Tossing your sweatpants and sweater to hang over the top of the screen, you tried to put your clothes on as quickly as possible just so there wasn’t a repeat of the incident you had with Seungcheol.

Once you were dressed, you let your shoes dangle from your index and middle fingers before coming out from behind the screen and going over to the other side of the room where Jeonghan was helping Mingyu with his tie. As you walked passed, the boys would stop what they were doing and stare at you, taking in the uniform that most of them hadn’t seen yet. Even Joshua stopped his conversation with Seokmin and followed you with his eyes.

“See what I mean?” Wonwoo quietly asked Hansol, apparently having told him about the uniforms.

You even saw Jun stop his conversation with Soonyoung and Minghao to watch you, although his expression was unreadable. It was like he was simply just watching a stranger walk by.

Jeonghan did a double take when he noticed you walking over, causing Mingyu to look up from Jeonghan’s slim fingers to see what he was looking it. His face turned red as he noticed it was you coming over to them.

“Well holy shit,” Jeonghan said lowly, keeping his hands on the tie of Mingyu, “don’t you look cute? I knew you’d outshine the rest of us.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly and roll your eyes, your laugh filling the room. “Come on, don’t overdo it.”

“Can I ask how you squeezed yourself into those shorts?” he laughed half-jokingly as he looked you up and down. “Those are the tightest pants you’ve ever worn, and I see you wear leggings more than anything.”

“It’s cute, huh?” Seungcheol asked, suddenly coming up beside your and placing a warm hand on the small of your back. “Wonwoo was here when she tried them on and he had the same reaction.”

“Where did you come from?” you questioned, turning your head to look at him.

Of course, he was already smiling at you like always. “I was making sure things were all set out in the club room. Why, were you expecting a second appearance?”

Judging from the looks from most of the boys, nobody knew what he was talking about. You didn’t know if that was good or bad. Either way, your face turned redder than your nail polish at his comment, and you had to look down at your stocking-clad feet.

“No, I think that would be even more awkward than the first.” you mumbled sheepishly.

“We’ll go sort the paperwork.” Wonwoo told Seungcheol before exiting with Jun, Soonyoung, Minghao, and Jihoon.

“Don’t take too long!” he called after them. “We open doors in fifteen minutes!”

“Nervous?” Jeonghan smirked as finished tying Mingyu’s tie.

You shrugged with a tiny shake of your head. “Not really. If it’s anything like last time, I’m sure--”

“_____, there’s more people coming to see you.” Seungcheol informed you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “We had inquiries for about twelve people coming.”

You gulped, unable to look up and meet Seungcheol’s eyes. “...T-twelve?”

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The doors opened and the group chimed a warm “hello,” to the guests waiting to come in. As Seungcheol said, more boys were there to see you, which made you feel like your heart would pound straight out of your chest and run out the door. You did recognize two of the guys from the last time -- that only made you nervous as to why the other three didn’t return -- but that didn’t make it any easier for you. How were you supposed to remember the names and likes of twelve people all at once, as well as keep them entertained?

Seungcheol said his greeting and welcomed the newer guests before letting everyone go off to their different places in the room. Only this time, instead of sitting with Seungkwan, Soonyoung came over to grab your hand like an older brother would his younger sister who had wandered off in the grocery store.

“You’re gonna be with me today.” he smiled, giving your hand a small squeeze that made every girl there for him swoon with how gentle he was acting. “Judging from the amount of people, you’ll need some help; someone to bounce quips off of. That’s my specialty!”

You sat in a corner of the room on a couch with Soonyoung, sitting a lot closer to him than you did with Seungkwan. In their area was Wonwoo, Seokmin, and Junhui, who were waiting for their clients to sign in. Before anyone came over to them, Soonyoung spoke quietly to you so only you could hear his words.

“I know they said you’re natural at this, but there’s a lot of people for you to deal with. I’m good with filling an awkward silence.” he promised. “Just follow my lead whenever you get stuck, okay?”

“How am I supposed to remember everything about them?” you asked as you were handed the paperwork for your clients.

He shrugged. “You’ll get used to it, but it’s only your second day. Jeonghan had the same problem when he joined, too. We would’ve paired you with him but guys get intimidated by him because, well...look at him.”

“You’re attractive too.” you assured him.

“Thank you,” he laughed loudly -- his smile was quite possibly the cutest child-like smile you’d ever seen, “but that’s not what I mean. I know I’m attractive but he’s...he’s something else. His personality is even irresistible to me sometimes. I don’t know how you managed to be just friends before Joshua.”

You didn’t bother mentioning that you technically weren’t just friends before Joshua, but you did almost slip up and tell him you had your eye on someone else instead.

You noticed Soonyoung was looking over your head at the crowd, making a weird coughing noise before he turned around, calling to Jun. “That girl that thinks you’re soulmates is back.”

Even though it was a quiet sigh that came from Jun, you still heard it. “Sometimes I wish I quit this club.”

“We could ban her.” Seokmin suggested. “If she makes you uncomfortable, then--”

“She hasn’t said or physically done anything against the rules.” Jun explained. “She makes sure to dance right on the edge of being kicked out.”

“We’d have a bad word spread around about us since she technically hasn’t done anything wrong.” Wonwoo let out a tired sigh. “It truly is a catch 22.”

“In that case,” you spoke up just as clients were being allowed over, which made it perfect timing since it meant Jun couldn’t say anything snarky back, “it’s best to just let Junhui suffer and take one for the team.”

Twelve. Twelve boys that seemed way more needy for attention than the five from last week. Hongseok and Jungkook came back but they seemed to be sidelined by the other ten boys practically begging and fighting for attention. It honestly scared you a bit -- or maybe ‘anxious’ was a better word for the way you felt.

You were thankful to have Soonyoung by your side, though. Whenever you couldn’t think of what to say or who to talk to, he’d manage to smoothly transition his conversation over to you.

“Yeah, midterms are difficult for me,” he sighed, answering a question one of his girls asked him, “but they’re not nearly as bad for me as they are for Jun. He’s not very good with math, but thankfully, our little dumpling over here has been tutoring him!”

He poked your cheek, only making them flush a deeper pink than they already were -- your cheeks were pink to begin with because you were sure you was hyperventilating from how nervous you were -- and bringing a giggle to bubble from your lips, making your clients sigh with fondness with how cute you were.

“You’re good at math?” one of the boys asked.

You nodded. “I really like math.”

After that, you blanked. That’s what kept happening, and it was stressing you out. It was like your brain was shutting down. You were a one-hit-wonder; you did good the first time and now you had nothing.

And then you panicked because you really had nothing. You couldn’t keep this up.

“Um, a-actually,” you stood up and bowed to your clients, “could you excuse me for a moment?”

With that, you tried your best to not look too hasty as you scurried toward the door to the changing room, opening the door just enough for you to slip through before closing it tightly. Immediately, you sat on the floor in the middle of everyone’s discarded clothes, and tried to steady your breathing and your heart. Were you going to have an anxiety attack? Were you already having one?

Starting to feel too hot for comfort and very light-headed, you cradled your head in your hands as you focused on breathing.

“Here.” you heard a voice say, which made you jump since you hadn’t heard anyone come in. Their voice sounded soft but stern like they were concerned for you. You looked up and saw Junhui looking down at you, holding a bottle of water out to you. “You’re going to pass out -- at least that’s what it looks like.”

You took the water with shaky hands and struggled to open it before gulping down half the bottle, enjoying the way the cool liquid slid down your throat.

“Th-thanks...” you said breathlessly.

Jun took a seat beside you, placing a cool hand at the top of your back. “Are you alright? You look like hell.”

You shook your head. “Th-there’s too many of them. All of them w-want to talk to me a-about different things, and I-I can’t rem-member their names or who-o likes what; Soonyoung’s doing a-all the talking for ev-everyone, and I c-can’t-”

“Alright, alright, calm down, speedy.” he chuckled sarcastically, though his eyes looked concerned for how hard it was for you to get your words out. “You’re getting overwhelmed. Just sit back here for a few and get yourself in order. You’re a mess.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head, “I-I’m going to mess e-everything up. They’ll th-think I’m a bad host if I’m n-not out there, I have t-to-”

Jun placed both hands on your shoulders to keep your from getting up--they were surprisingly strong despite how thin he looked. “No, you’re not going to mess everything up. I know a way to play this in your favor, which you can thank me for later, but you need to stay put and breathe for a few minutes. Otherwise, you’ll pass out.”

You looked at him with concern, sweat beading between your brow. “What a-about your clients?”

“Wonwoo has it covered.” he shrugged. “Between him and Seok, they’re very good at being distracting. Besides, they’re swooning over the fact I came in here to check on you. I am supposed to be tsundere after all.”

“You’re g-good at it.” you noted with a nod and light laugh, curling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “You clearly show concern, a-and then follow it up by insinuating that I’m an i-idiot.”

“I call it like I see it, idiot.” he smiled playfully, nudging your knee with his hand. “Who in their right mind tries to go back into a situation like that when they’re on the verge of a breakdown? I’m surprised Hoshi didn’t send you back here himself.”

“Clearly I’m not in my right mind.” you deadpanned.

He nodded slowly. “Clearly you’re not.”

There was a beat of silence where you both seemed to stare at the same spot on the floor: the space between your feet that kept them from touching.

“Thank you.” you finally said, making him look at you. “You know, for checking on me, and also for whatever way you plan on working this bad situation in my favor.”

Jun nodded, offering you the awkward smile he was able to muster up. “Yeah, well...don’t expect this all the time. Bottled water doesn’t grow on trees, you know.”

You laughed softly at his attempt at a joke, shaking your head. “There’s the Junhui I know.”

“Are you good to go?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Jun stood before helping you to your feet and helping you fix your tie back to your newly-buttoned-up shirt, guiding you back to the club room. He kept one hand securely on your waist while the other held one of your hands as he personally escorted you back to the couch beside Soonyoung. You had to admit, Jun knew how to put on a convincing show.

“I’m sorry, guys,” he said to your clients, “she just got so flustered, and almost fainted. Please be gentle with her, okay?”

Almost immediately, the boys looked at you like they wanted to give you the world, asking how you were feeling, if you were okay, and if you needed a break. Jun gave you a subtle wink before returning to his group of clients.

Soonyoung placed a hand over yours. “Are you okay, sunshine?”

Quietly, you assured everyone you were okay, doing as Soonyoung told you and following the lead of the situation Jun set up. After that, you had your flow back. They were all wrapped around your fingers as they fawned over you and offered different ways to care for you. Soonyoung hardly had to interject to keep up the conversation now.

From behind you, you could hear Junhui’s girls squealing about how protective and caring he truly was.

Once the clock chimed, you and Soonyoung stood, saying goodbye to your clients before escorting them out. Waving as everyone left, Chan let out a cheery, “We can’t wait to see you again!” before closing the doors.

“What happened, are you okay?” Jeonghan immediately turned to you and moved through his group of friends to hold your hands, looking you over carefully. “I saw you leave the room but I didn’t know why.”

“You looked like you were going to pass out.” Wonwoo commented. “What happened?”

Jeonghan’s gaze turned icy as he turned to find Soonyoung. “You were supposed to help her.”

“He was helping me!” you defended him, raising your voice a little too loudly. Feeling everyone suddenly look to you for the explanation, you cleared your throat, and nervously fidgeted with your hands. “He was actually doing most of the work. I couldn’t handle so many people; I-I’m sorry…”

Instead of being met with accusing eyes, you found the boys looking at you worriedly, and with concern. They did say that safety and comfort was number one.

“Don’t be sorry.” Seungcheol said softly, his voice like velvet as he came up behind you. You turned to face him, and his eyes were wide like he felt sorry you felt like you even had to apologize. Placing his hands on your shoulders, he tilted his head to look in your eyes better. “You’re new at this and I should’ve known better than to allow so many people come see you on your second day. From now on, I’ll make sure there’s a maximum number cap until you feel ready to meet with more people at once.” he stood up straight to look for someone. “Jihoon, can you make sure of that?”

“Of course.” he replied smoothly. “We’ll post a signup sheet outside.”

“Junhui helped me a lot, though, too.” you added, not wanting him to feel like you overlooked what he did for you. “He gave me water, gave me a pep talk -- if you can call it that -- and somehow managed to make them like me even more than they probably did before.”

Looking past Jeonghan, you could see Junhui toward the outskirts of the small crowd with the shadow of a smile on his lips. Typical Jun style, he wasn’t looking at you but at Seokmin, like he was in the middle of a conversation with him.

Not everyone was surprised, but a few of the boys definitely were, like Jeonghan and Seungcheol. After seeing the two of you interact during breakfast, it was clear the you and him had more of a bickering kind of relationship than a caring one. The fact he stopped what he was doing -- which could’ve severely impacted the number of clients he gets the next meeting -- to make sure you were okay was close to shocking.

“Thanks, Junhui.” Jeonghan offered, his tone a little unsure, almost like he was asking a question of if he should be thanking him.

“You did a good thing today, Jun.” Seungcheol said as a sign of acknowledgement. “Thank you for looking after our newest member.”

Jun looked like he wanted to shrug it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but that would’ve seemed rude, so instead he said neutrally, “Safety and comfort is rule number one.”

“You definitely the baby here.” Joshua chuckled, patting your head.

“Alright, everyone can get changed to leave.” Seungcheol announced, letting the group trickle it’s way into the changing room. “I’ll let you know how things went after we look through the surveys tomorrow.”

“We’re not looking through them tonight?” Jihoon questioned.

“I’m...kinda busy tonight.” he said, the hint of a smirk playing on the edge of his lips. “Can you meet me here tomorrow around 2:15?”

“Not to be rude, but what are you busy with?” Wonwoo wondered innocently. “It’s not that I think it’s my business, but we always go through the comments from the clients right after every meeting. Why the sudden change?”

“We are your best friends, anyway.” Soonyoung shrugged. “You can tell us.”

Seungcheol let out a soft sigh, seeming a little nervous about sharing this news. Clearly, dating amongst the club wasn’t something that was normal. Joshua and Jeonghan seemed to be the only ones.

“I actually have a date tonight.” he admitted, the smile he was trying to withhold starting to creep it’s way onto his lips. “That’s why I can’t read the surveys.”

“Seugcheol!” Seokmin exclaimed, clapping his hands in excitement. “Who is it?! Are they cute?! When did this happen?! Are they your soulmate?!”

“Dude, you’re yelling in my ear!” Jihoon frowned, yelling back in Seokmin’s ear to make him stop with the noise.

“I’ll tell you about them after the date, okay?” Seungcheol bartered, already starting to remove his tie -- which, of course, you couldn’t look away from. “I don’t want to say anything now and jinx it. If it goes as well as I think it will, then--”

“You already have high hopes for this person, huh?” Hansol wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “So you must be pretty close, then.”

“I’m not giving out hints, Hansol.” he chuckled, throwing his tie into the younger boy’s face.

He quickly removed the fabric from where it covered one eye and draped over his nose. “Then can I buy them from you?”

«─── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ───»

Walking up to the ninth hole, you and Seungcheol were already comfortably holding hands in between holes now, which you counted as some sort of mini win in this hypothetical battle of finding out who your soulmate was. It wasn’t a win just because he did it with such confidence when he first slid his hand into yours at the fourth hole; it wasn’t a win because your hand wasn’t clammy with nerves and managed to not shake as you held onto his hand comfortably, even now. It was a win in your mind because your hands just seemed to fit together so perfectly. It was like two puzzle pieces finally being placed beside each other.

“You know, I’m winning by seven points.” Seungcheol informed you, checking the scorecard in his hand.

Keeping you hands locked together, you purposely walked into him to unbalance him, causing him to let out a hardy laugh that made your smile. “Aren’t you supposed to let me win?”

“It would be the nice thing to just hand the win over, yes.” he nodded as he thought over your question. “I don’t know of anyone who’s ever tried to purposefully lose. I can try but it is mini golf, _____; that’s hard to try to lose.”

You reached the ninth hole and, as always, Seungcheol let you go first. You lined up the shot but ended up missing the hole by a couple feet. You stepped aside for Seungcheol to take his turn.

True to his word, he tried to miss. However, due to the force he hit the ball into the wall, it ricocheted around a few times before ultimately going into the hole, landing him a hole in one. The two of you both gaped as you stared at the hole that his ball disappeared in.

“Are you just perfect at everything?!” you asked, raising up both hands and letting them down to smack against your thighs.

He laughed, shaking his head as he turned to face your pouting face. “I didn’t plan for that to happen!”

“I know, that’s why I’m so impressed!” you exclaimed. “Maybe if you stuff your face with food, you’ll become sluggish and less good at everything.”

“Alright, we won’t count that for now.” he chuckled, going over to retrieve the golf balls. “Let’s grab something to eat.”

Once you’d found an empty picnic table to place your clubs and balls, Seungcheol put a hand on the small of your back to guide you toward the concessions stand. You looked over the menu, trying to decide on what you wanted, when you suddenly heard a familiar voice say, “Seungcheol?”

You both turned around, and saw a group of people made up -- mostly -- of people you knew: Chan, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Junhui with his arm around a girl that looked vaguely familiar. Looking as if they’d just watched the biggest plot twist of their lives, the group -- minus the girl -- looked between the two of you wide-eyed.

“_____ is the girl you’re on a date with?” Soonyoung asked, almost yelling. “Jesus, I should’ve seen this coming!”

“Called it.” Wonwoo muttered although Seungcheol didn’t seem to hear it.

“Dude!” Chan grinned. “You guys are so cute!”

You blushed timidly at the compliment but your eyes kept drifting over to Jun’s arm wrapped around the waist of a girl you were pretty sure was one of his clients. Yeah, you were almost positive you’d seen her in the club room fawning over him after he’d come back from helping you. You were pretty sure her name was Bohee.

“Just don’t go blabbing to everyone now.” Seungcheol sighed. “I kinda wanted to make sure this went perfect before I told anybody, y’know?”

“So you kept her a secret?” Jun asked, raising an eyebrow.

Seungcheol frowned, looking almost...mad. “No, she’s not a secret. If you were going out with someone from the club, would you tell everyone immediately? What happens if things are awkward? Then everyone already knows you two went out and it makes things worse. I wanted to protect her in case that happened.

“And speaking of secrets, you never mentioned Bohee.” he shot back.

Seungcheol was getting pretty snappy with Jun. It was, honestly...kinda hot.

Jun shrugged. “It’s nobody's business.”

Seungcheol raised his eyebrows. Jun had made Seungcheol’s point.

“Right…” Jun nodded. “I get it. Sorry.”

You had to admit it was...weird seeing Jun out with a girl. Not weird like you couldn’t imagine anyone ever wanting to go out with him, but weird like you couldn’t describe how it felt seeing him be sort-of-kind-of intimate with someone. In a way, it felt sort of discomforting -- no, that wasn’t the word. Odd? Maybe… It was just...different. Yeah, that was a good word for it.

Suddenly remembering Jeonghan’s mission, you gazed over the five people in front of you. Chan’s pendant and Soonyoung’s pendants were both white. Okay, that crossed them off the list. You made a mental note to inform Jeonghan. Wonwoo’s was tucked inside his shirt, just like Jun’s. However, Bohee’s was red. Did that mean Jun’s was, too? You would have to talk it over with Josh and Jeonghan later.

You had yet to see Seungcheol’s pendant, but you had also been hiding yours too. Until you found out who was your soulmate, you didn’t want anyone knowing.

But then what Seungcheol said played in your mind. How you should be happy with whoever makes you happy instead of searching for your soulmate. But yours was right in front of you, just mixed in with a bunch of other guys that made it impossible to find him. Seungcheol hadn’t ever been close to finding his when he was dating those people; this was different. If you had the chance, you wanted to take it.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket so you took it out to look at it. Seeing Jeonghan’s name pop up, you had a feeling you already knew what it was about.

Hannie: Can I go to your apartment or are you going to bring Cheol back to fuck him?

Well, it was close to what you were expecting. Just in case you did invite Seungcheol back -- not to have sex with him -- you told Jeonghan to wait a bit, suggesting he go distract himself at the empty dorm Joshua was probably hanging out in since Seungcheol was out.

Suddenly, you felt someone else beside you. Looking up from your phone once you locked it, you saw Soonyoung standing right beside you, looking at you with a playfully curious expression. “So you and Seungcheol, huh?”

You couldn’t tell where this was going but you were nervous about it. “Y-yeah…”

As you were wrapped up in your phone, you hadn’t noticed Seungcheol had moved away to talk to Chan, Wonwoo, and Jun -- it seemed to have to do with the club since they looked pretty serious. You stared at his back while Soonyoung stared at you.

“Is yours red?” he asked you.

You turned your attention back to the boy beside you. “Huh?”

Soonyoung held his white pendant between his thumb and index finger. “Is yours red now?”

Deciding to to try answer this to get some information out of him, you didn’t directly answer the question. “Wouldn’t you know if mine is if his is?”

“I guess so,” he shrugged with a chuckle, “but nobody really ever sees Seungcheol's. Actually, we hardly have ours out. It’s kind of habit to keep them tucked in. Clearly, you’re accustomed to it now too.”

“I noticed Seungkwan’s is black…” you said quietly, meeting eyes with Soonyoung as they both turned serious now. “Did he ever talk about it?”

“He didn’t even meet the person.” he replied, all playfulness gone from his expression and his tone. “We ended a meeting and went to change. He started saying how halfway through he felt weird. When he took his shirt off, Chan noticed the color change. Seungkwan started bawling. He was broken for a long time but he’s...better. He still dates. He’s with a girl right now who lost her soulmate too. She’s really sweet; I hope they last.”

“Are you worried about the same thing happening to you?” you asked, leaving the question kind of open. Was he worried about losing his soulmate? Was he worried about never meeting them?

“I try to not stress about it.” he shrugged, his playful demeanor coming back slowly. “I want to like someone for who they are and not because fate tells me I’m supposed to.”

His words shocked you since society seemed dead set on just going with whatever fate had set up for them. You definitely didn’t think Soonyoung was stupid, but you didn’t expect something so deep from him. Maybe he had a point, though? But then why would you be meant to be with someone else? Thinking about it too much made your head hurt.

“Well, what if yours turned red but it wasn’t for the person you were with at the time?” you asked, wanting his take on your possible situation. “Would you feel the need to give fate a chance?”

Before he could reply, Seungcheol trotted up with his signature bright smile on his face. “I’ve got some good news!”

“Junhui finally got his last two braincells to function properly?” Soonyoung joked, lightly jabbing you in the side to make you smile, which you did, of course.

“Minghao and Jihoon went through some of the reviews from tonight.” Seungcheol continued as if Soonyoung hadn’t even said anything. “Our newest member was a very big hit. People thought it was cute you needed taking care of from your other members.”

“Does this mean I really am the baby?” you groaned.

“Chan’s gonna be upset his spot as the baby is being challenged.” Soonyoung laughed. “Please tell me you didn’t tell him yet because I want to see his face!”

“I think he can put two and two together, Hosh.” Seungcheol chuckled, placing his hand on his usual spot on your back.

Soonyoung looked skeptical. “You haven’t seen his math grades then. _____ shouldn’t be tutoring Junhui, she should be helping the real baby. ...Which has just given me an idea to get better ratings!”

His loud voice gained the attention of the four others he had arrived with, who now wandered over to hear whatever he had to say.

Seungcheol raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”

“Guys love _____ as the cute girl that needs taking care of, right?” Soonyoung began, meeting eyes with everyone in the circle -- excluding Bohee. “Well, people also love Jun because he’s very tsundere -- whenever he shows any sort of caring emotion, girls eat up that stuff. So--”

“No.” Jun quickly said, shaking his head. “No way, we’re not doing that.”

“She just has to sit with you!” Soonyoung whined, begging his roommate. “It’s not like you have to talk to her the whole time!”

Wonwoo cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the two boys that were now beginning to bicker. “Soonyoung makes a good point. I don’t need to read the comments to know the girls really liked seeing the caring side of Junhui today.”

“I’m not gonna be her babysitter!” Jun stated. “Make Jeonghan do it since he is her babysitter. Or make her new boyfriend do it.”

“Let’s just not force it on him.” you said, despite the four boys thinking you would snap at him like normal. “The number one concern is safety and comfort, right? If he’s not comfortable, he shouldn’t do it. I can keep staying with Soonyoung or something.”

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow.” Seungcheol decided, going with your unspoken idea to drop the conversation. “I’ll go through the comments and see what’s best to do. We’ll see you guys later, okay?”

Soonyoung pulled you away from Seungcheol to hug you -- something he’s never done so you were definitely a bit surprised, but still put your arms around him anyway.

“Have a good time with Cheol.” you could hear the smile in his voice. After he pulled away, he looked past you at Seungcheol sternly, so you didn’t catch his weird expression that you only got a glimpse of; you just knew it didn’t match his tone. “You take care of her.”

Seungcheol laughed softly with a nod. “Of course.”

Following his lead, Wonwoo stepped forward to give you a friendly but warm hug before patting the top of your head -- though he looked kind of...off. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

Then Chan, which was the most surprising since you had hardly spoken to him. “It was good seeing you outside the club, _____!”

But that was where the hugs stopped. Junhui was now absorbed in his conversation with Bohee, the two of them smiling and laughing with each other. So he really could be nice to people without needing a reason? Was that why you were so angry that he was being so sweet to Bohee? He was so mean to you all the time without any reason. What did you ever do to him?

Well, if he wanted to act like he hated you, you could hate him right back. The only reason he was nice to you earlier that night was because you were close to passing out. If that hadn’t been the case, he wouldn’t have even looked in your general direction.

You made a point to say goodbye specifically to Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Chan before taking one of Seungcheol’s large hands in both of yours and tugging. “C’mon, let’s get something to eat!”

Seungcheol perked up hearing your cute voice, smiling like a lovesick teenager. “Impatient, are we?”

“Yeah, go feed her!” Soonyoung ordered jokingly, pointing to the concessions behind you. “If _____ isn’t at least three pounds heavier tomorrow, you’ll be getting a strongly-worded text message!”

Seungcheol waved goodbye to his friends as they walked away. As Seungcheol took the lead toward the concessions, you felt eyes watching your back, but you didn’t bother turning around. You were too focused on the boy you were with.

«─── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ───»

Kicking your apartment door closed, Seungcheol’s lips didn’t leave yours. It started as a cute little kiss when he dropped you off, but it somehow quickly turned into...this. His warm hands placed under your shirt, his skin making contact with the skin of your waist while your hands trailed up his neck and to his hair. You knew you didn’t plan on having sex with him tonight but…

Blindly, you dragged him to your bedroom, remembering the layout of your own apartment like the back of your hand. Well, except for the couch that Jeonghan had moved from flopping himself down on it so many times. You backed into the arm and fell over backwards with a gasp, Seungcheol falling down on top of you, but catching himself with one hand on the cushion by your head and another on the back of the couch.

“Jesus…” you giggled, moving your hands away from Seungcheol to cover your reddening face. “Jeonghan slid the couch again.”

“He’s not even here and he’s making things difficult for you.” Seungcheol joked, reaching with one hand to grab your wrists and pull your hands away. “Are you okay?”

“Startled but okay.” you nodded.

“Continue?”

“Continue.”

He softly pressed his lips back to yours, the kiss quickly becoming heated again like the last time. It was like magic how quickly Seungcheol’s shirt was suddenly undone and tossed to the side, your hands mapping out the planes of his chest and stomach. He was clearly toned but not overly muscular.

You suddenly felt something cold hit your chin, and realized it was his pendant.

‘Okay _____, t’s now or never,’ you thought to yourself.

As Seungcheol’s soft lips trailed their way down your jaw to your neck, you opened your eyes and glanced down at the necklace. It was--

“Are you okay?” Seungcheol asked, feeling your sudden change in demeanor. “Did I go too far? Are you uncomfortable?”

You shook your head stiffly before taking a deep breath to regain your composure, letting it out in a deep sigh. “Seungcheol, I have to show you something...”

Reaching down inside your shirt, you pulled out the pendant with the red stone in the middle. His eyebrows raised in surprise, but he by no means seemed shocked or scared. Just a little taken off guard maybe.

“Oh…” was all he said, which only made you embarrassed.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, fighting back the tears that were pricking at your eyes from feeling so embarrassed by his reply. Usually he knew all the right things to say but now he was...quiet. “I didn’t want to tell anyone because I didn’t know who it was and I thought that -- well, I hoped that--”

Seungcheol shook his head, and you thought it was because he was upset or angry with you. Instead, he took your chin between his fingers, and looked you in the eyes. “Don’t apologize for your feelings, okay? You can’t help it.”

“I wanted it to be you.” you whispered, because if you spoke any louder, you knew your voice would break.

“I wanted it to be me, too.” he smiled sadly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

But it wasn’t, because his pendant was still white.

He pulled himself up, and helped you sit up as well before reaching for the throw blanket hanging over the back of the couch, wrapping it around your shoulders before he took your into his arms to comfort you.

“It happened after I walked into the dressing room the first day.” you explained, rubbing the moisture from your eyes before tears could fall. “I didn’t know who it could be since everyone hides their pendants, but you were so sweet to me from day one. I felt like it was you; we connected really quickly.”

“I know.” Seungcheol sighed. “I honestly thought after meeting you that mine would turn red, too. Even if it didn’t, I figured it was still okay to be with you anyway. Who knows if I’ll ever meet my soulmate? If I knew you already met yours…”

“But after your advice, I wanted to just go with it. It’s just...a different scenario.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t really apply if you’ve already met your soulmate and don’t know who it is.” he chuckled warmly despite the sad situation. “In this case, I would urge you to find them.”

You looked up at him with a frown, more concerned about his feelings than yours. “But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” he smiled reassuringly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We can still be friends, and if by some rare chance you happen to not find your soulmate among the other guys, then I’d be more than happy to take you on a second date. But don’t mistake that for me wishing you to not find them. I do really hope you find your soulmate.”

Letting out a final sigh, followed by a groan, you laid your head on his shoulder. “Why couldn’t it be you? I’m going to fight whoever decides fate, I swear it.”

He chuckled, letting your cuddle into him. “I’m sure you will.”

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hansolmates · 7 years ago

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jun; stupid cupid (m)

feat. matchmaker!Jun x female reader

genre/warnings: university!au, fratboy!svt, semi-crack, lots of silly humor and fluff, minor use of penetrative sex toys, slight dom!Jun

word count: 8.4 k

summary: After seeing your best friend get paired up through an alleged matchmaker, you can’t help but wonder about the credibility of his business. Wen Junhui, your resident Cupid, can’t help but take on the challenge of setting you up with Mr. Right. (Un)fortunately it seems like that person is right in front of you.

for @wen-junehui, remember that jun loves you to lil bitty bits and misses you

College is supposed to be some sort of life-changing experience, but the only thing that is currently blowing your mind is the lack of experience.

“I’ve accepted it.” You groan, plucking out another lace panty from the meticulously folded display. “I mean, why am I even buying sexy underwear if I’m not even gonna show it off?”

“Because these are absolutely adorable!” Your best friend squeals, going through the drawers with practiced ease. You swear that your best friend buys way too much underwear because her nightstand is overflowing with them, but for whatever reason she thinks the 8 for 28 is such a steal every other month and drags you along for the ride. She brandishes a cute pair of boyshorts decorated in pink peach animations, dropping it in her bag. “And don’t you feel so hot when you’re wearing cute underwear?”

“Not particularly, no.”

“You suck.” She pouts, her little body weaving towards the display of body sprays. With a flourish of her hand, she hikes her shopping bags higher up her arm to spritz a ruby tinted bottle on the inside of her wrist. “Vernon loves the smell of strawberries.” She warbles thoughtfully, her voice just as light and sweet as the perfume. Vernon Vernon Vernon. You remember exactly how your best friend got around to dating the guy, a moment of happenstance. You remember the night she stumbled into your apartment sporting a yellow bruise on her hip, claiming that she ran into the banister and then Vernon ran into her, causing both of them to tumble down nearly half a staircase in the Academic Building. (“But we’re alive!” she hummed as you pressed a bag of frozen peas to her leg, “And I got his number!”)

It seemed like after they started dating his presence grazed nearly every conversation of yours like a fine blade. “How exactly did you guys start dating? When you two fell down the stairs, did you guys immediately fall for each other too?” you ask, picking up another pair of peach underwear for yourself.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Throwing the ruby body spray in her bag, she props a hand on her hip. “But no, actually. Jun introduced me to him beforehand, the whole falling-down-the-stairs thing was just the tipping point. Get it, tipping point?”

“You’ve inherited your bad jokes from Vernon too, right?”

“Possibly. But you should definitely meet Jun if you need some help in the dating department. And considering you spent the last three nights holed up in your room with your vibe,” your friend cackles shamelessly at the way you blanch, “I’m sure he’s the perfect guy to set you up with someone.” Without even asking she hands over her cell phone, swiping down the contacts. “Give Wen Junhui a text, you never know.”

With a scoff you accept the proffered device, your lazy eyes trailing down the ten digits and pretending not to care at how potentially precious this person’s number could be. You watch your best friend trail behind the register. In plain view you saw the easy smile on her face as she talked to the cashier about how it was “date night” and how she thinks that Vernon would find the pineapple boyshorts the perfect amount of “booty to her cutie”. While it was a disgustingly worded phrase, you had to admit that while her and Vernon were pretty stupid, they were stupidly adorable together.

Biting the inside of you cheek, you quickly add Wen Junhui to your contacts list before you could regret anything.

[You] Hey uh, you hooked my best friend and Vernon Chwe up last year. I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate what you’ve done for them! They’re super happy (to the point of me wanting to throw up my own blood, in a good way, I swear) and I want to thank you. If you have any pointers as to how you did that though, I’d really appreciate it.

[Jun] lol so you want to be matchmade? just had to ask. Meet me after my class tomorrow if you’re free, room 2125 after the 1:10 session.

[You] Sounds perfect, see you then!

You visibly flinch at how absolutely desperate and needy you sounded before you could bring up the topic of needing his help, the fact that you probably sounded like a 40-year old virgin with a stickler for proper grammar. The thought of being “matchmade” sounded incredibly forward and almost too daring for your comfort, you couldn’t even recall what Jun looked like from the parties his brothers had hosted from previous semesters.

The awkward small talk was already on the tip of your tongue as you fiddle with your phone, the screen indicating that it was already 1:10 and students were milling out of the room like ants. Leaning against the wall by the door you pretend to busy yourself with the buttons of your light blue button down, playing with the small plastic like it was the biggest conundrum of your day.

Your eyes cling to the pair of black Vans that suddenly parallel yours, and you hear your name being called. You blink and look up at the caller, mouth subconsciously parting open and unable to close.

Oh hell no.

You can’t help but wonder how drunk you were the night you visited his house, because you would definitely remember a guy like Wen Junhui. He leaned opposite from the wall, clutching the strap of his half-slung backpack and looking mildly amused at your wide eyes. You blame the undying thirst for human contact, but you couldn’t help but take in the fact that his burgundy and navy striped button down was crispier than a bag of Lay’s potato chips, and the way his onyx jeans were impossibly tight around his lithe frame, contrasting his warm blond tresses. He was a tall glass of something special, and you couldn’t believe he was interested in helping you.

“Uh, hey Jun!” you say, your throat feeling more cramped than a rock and hard place. You try not to contract at the obligatory handshake, the way your hands disappeared under his large ones and linger on your skin a tad too long for comfort.

“Hello.” His reply is velvetine, his voice comparable to the taste of raw honey. “You’re tense.”

“I’m—I’m not!”

Jun pouts down at you disapprovingly, the pink tint in his uneven lips reflecting in the yellow light from the building. “I was told you’d be awkward.”

Damn you Vernon.

“But that’s okay.” he adds, “It’s kind of adorable.”

With that he gestures for you to follow him out, and it takes you all of three seconds to smack your face when he’s not looking before falling into step. It took two long strides for you to match up to his one lazy step as you walk outside to the main yard of the campus. There’s a stretch of metal tables and open grass for the students to lounge around, and a pizzeria to snack in before the next class period.

With the minimal talking you could practically feel Jun’s stare as you order a slice of pizza for yourself. Is he silently judging you because you want the mac and cheese pizza? Wordlessly going outside, you find yourselves a two-seater under the shade.

Jun comes out seconds later with his own slice of pizza and a pepper flake shaker. Taking a seat, his hands violently pat at the pepper flake shaker, fiery red flecks coating the slice of cheese. You raise a brow questioningly, making a face at the excessive amount of pepper.

“What?” he asks, not bothering to look up. “I like my things spicy.”

Trying not to choke on your mac at the implications of his comment you chew harder, looking away from him to stare at the Starbucks that was crowded out the door. Jun didn’t seem to mind, and went back to adding some oregano and decorating his pizza like it was the finest piece of art to graze the campus.

“So,” your eyes flicker back to Jun, and you’re surprised to find that his pizza was already a quarter of the way eaten. “Who’s the guy that you’re interested in?”

You mentally blanch at the comment, suddenly feeling dehydrated. It wasn’t like you didn’t expect him to ask something like that, after all, he was here to matchmake you. But the bluntness of his question just made the possibility of you getting out of this single-rut so much more possible, and it simultaneously excites and terrifies you. The problem is however, there wasn’t really a guy under your radar. Sure, there’s really attractive guys here and there, but nothing to make you hide under the table and blush like a middle schooler.

The matchmaker himself looked at you expectantly with those deep cacao eyes, and with a bitter taste in your mouth you reminded herself that Wen Junhui could not be an option.

Your eyes dart back and forth past the guys in the grass area, two of which you know very well. They’re seated on the plush foliage, laughing about something on one of their phones. The one with the blond hair that challenged the brightness of the sun is Yoon Jeonghan, a medical student with a heavy reputation for being simultaneously smart just as he is irritating. Irritating in a good way, unattainably so. Would it be too cliché to ask if Jeonghan was single? Was this a question Jun got asked on the daily? To be honest you didn’t mind dating anybody, heck even a blind date would do nicely. Biting your lip, you ponder the friend next to Jeonghan.

“Wonwoo?” You wondered aloud.

A pregnant pause. “Wonwoo?” Jun cries aloud, so loud that the people behind them are startled by the outburst.

“What’s wrong with Wonwoo?” You snap, ripping a piece of crust with your teeth.

“He’s boring.”

“I think you’re mistaking boring for intelligent.” You retort sharply, looking back at Wonwoo and Jeonghan to find them lounging in the sun, Wonwoo’s head on Jeonghan’s lap. You watch as Wonwoo’s face scrunches up at something Jeonghan says, his nose crinkling adorably. “I think he’s pretty cute.” When Jun didn’t answer right away, you glare at him. “Were you like this when you set Vernon and his girlfriend up?”

“No. They’re losers.” he shrugs, “They’re perfect losers together.”

“True. Then are you saying that Wonwoo and I can’t be a perfect match?”

The challenge in your gaze bothers him, the sharp plane of his nose lifting up in defense as he drinks in your hard stance. And in one fell swoop he collapses, stuffing the last of his crust in his mouth and shrugging his broad shoulders. “I’ll find your perfect match.” he promises, crumpling his paper plate. “My methods are foolproof.”

“I hope so.” You reply. “So, how does this work? Will you set us up or something?”

“Something like that. But first, are you free Saturday afternoon?”

“I guess, why?”

“Because you’re going on a date.”

And that’s how you ended up spending your Saturday in the corner of the Korean-Japanese fusion restaurant, wringing your fingers under the table as you watch Jun order the both of you a mango shaved ice. Your eyes drift over to the open street, knowing your apartment was just a way’s off the road in case you needed to run back and hide before Jun knows all of your deep dark secrets.

You look down at your unfinished bowl of chicken katsu, regrettably noting that when you assumed that Jun said you’d be going on a date, you didn’t expect the date to be with him. It was simultaneously unnerving and exhilarating, every time Jun asked a question about yourself you’d fumble to answer. It wasn’t about being coherent, but it was doing your best to sound interesting. You would’ve given anything not to sound boring like he claimed about Wonwoo, you reasoned to yourself. No way, no way did you want to sound interesting because you were so allured by the fascination that filled his tawny gaze when you answered something. Maybe you’re embellishing your life a little bit, but it was well worth it knowing Jun was holding onto the other end of the conversation like a leash, his attention focused on nothing but you.

“So,” he drawls, waving his spoon around. “Have you read any good books lately?”

An innocent enough question, but enough to make you furrow your brows together and mull over the last time you’ve ever read a book for fun. “Huh, kinda?”

“Have you read King Lear?” he asks airily.

“Uh, no.”

“Ah, my bad. You look like you’re into romance. How about Me Before You by Moyes?”

You raise your brows, “Are you into romance?”

“No.” He says, “they’re Wonwoo’s favorite books. I’m just trying to gauge potential conversations you two could have. It’s be a whole lot easier if you actually had things in common.”

The way Jun said it, hurt. you felt the familiar pang in your chest, the feeling of rejection you’ve tasted too many times to count. You didn’t know if it were possible for you to have anything in common with anyone you’d be remotely interested in, but you’ll take your chances. You force yourself to bite back, waving your own spoon around. “We do have things in common! We’re quiet and sensible and intelligent!”

“Sounds like a study buddy rather than a boyfriend.” he teases, momentarily distracted by the waiter dropping off their mango shaved ice between them. “Oh, they put Fruity Pebbles on top.” he giggles, stabbing his spoon in the middle.

You try to ignore the way that Jun’s face lit up at the sight of the confection, his coral pink tongue darting out to lick at the beads of mango juice that dribbled onto his lips. It’s so uncharacteristic of the charming, calculated Wen Junhui you acquainted yourself with earlier this week, and it was terribly attractive.

Wonwoo who? The evil subconscious was asking yourself, because all you really wanted was to be matched up with anyone, but then Jun had to go ahead and ask if you were interested in someone specific. If you said no, you would’ve sound desperate (which wasn’t a lie) but at the same time ultimately pointless if you really didn’t even like Wonwoo in the way you claim you do.

Jun calls your name, once, twice. You probably look like an idiot, staring intently at the colorful mochi that dotted your desert. Shaking your head you ask, “Yeah?”

He grins, “I’d like to take you out on another date.”

Cupid help me.

Jun explained that you two were hanging out so he could get to know you (“For Wonwoo, of course.”) But it seemed like Wonwoo was a brittle foundation for what was really going on between the two of you, at least in your head. Jun was enigmatic, charismatic, and every single -matic that seemed to gnaw at every fibre of your being whenever you two hung out. He asked a lot about you, and you were fairly sure he knew all the unnecessary things about your life from the way you like your tea to your unbalanced study habits. You never found it necessary to ask about Jun, if he really wanted to tell you his life story he’d say it.

Sometimes he didn’t even have to say it.

You press yourself further into the mirror, feeling the heat of the room circulate further and further into your face. It was as if you were turning into furniture, because Jun was so absorbed in his own dancing that he probably wouldn’t blink at the thought of you leaving at this very moment.

But you can’t leave. He is captivating. The music pounds so far that it reached through every cell of your body to the point that your heart must’ve pounded, too. Beads of sweat pool from his gold bangs, glistening like little gems against the white fluorescents. Every move he conducted is calculated, the way he moves his hips back and forth in the rhythm, in control of everything in the room.

The music stops, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Wow,” you gape, “You’re really good.”

He blinks, momentarily distracted as he tried to unplug his phone from the speaker. “What were you saying? Something about me being tall, dark and handsome?” He broke away from staring at the mirror to smile at you, sending you a playful wink that had you folding your legs closer to your chest.

You scoff, pushing yourself up, “Did you just bring me here to show off?”

“Did it work?” he rubs his neck with a white towel, his head tilted cutely. “The look on your face says it did.”

“Go to hell.”

“I’ll meet ya there.” He holds out his hand. “Now do you want to dance with me, or not? Before we got to hell, of course.”

The relationship doesn’t feel as business-like as you anticipated, and you can’t gauge as to whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Today you opted against hanging out with Jun because of a little kitchen accident in the beginning of the week. You were trying to cook pasta (and how the fuck does anyone manage to screw up cooking pasta, but you) and you accidentally burned your stomach leaning against the stovetop. You were sporting a pretty pink burn under the layers of bandage, lying on your bed with your laptop on your lap.

Two knocks on your door and you didn’t bother to reply, continuing to stuff more white cheddar chips in your mouth. Halfway into your second chip two more knocks echoed through your room, and you sigh a half-hearted “Come in!” before letting your eyes roll back to your dimly lit laptop screen.

“Hello hello, it’s your favorite person in the world.”

You bite the inside of your tongue at the sound of his voice, jolting so far in your bed as to disrupt the dull pain in your stomach and have your laptop slide dangerously to the edge. Jun pops his head in, the gangly thing then ducking his way inside with his sock-clad feet and soft grey sweatpants. He must’ve gotten in through one of your roommates, the sneaky bastard.

“Favorite person?” You scoff, propping the pillows up so you could look at him properly. “Who told you that lie?”

Jun quirks his lips in a crescent smile, plopping his long body on your bed. Truth to be told, it was a little much when you insisted on cancelling your plans for today because of a little burn you got five days ago. But it was moments like this why you can’t handle Jun, especially at your weakest moments. He demands attention, and unfortunately you were more than willing to give it to him. “Don’t deny me.” he says, stepping inside and making a beeline to your bed.

He started bouncing on your thin mattress, each bump creaking the weak wood as he dents your duvet.

“Jun, my roommate might hear.” You glare, “She gets really nervous when you hears noises late at night, she’s terrified of ghosts.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet.” Jun murmurs in that all-too familiar milk-and-honey drawl, his fingers trailing over your flannel shirt. “Can you do that for me, doll?”

No matter how dark it was, you could always see his pearl white canines poking through his playful grin, edging you on. It was infallibly frustrating, the way you felt him hover over your bed like he owned it, and yourself dipping further and further into the plush blankets like you’re being swallowed in a sea of cotton and silk. This was beyond friendship, but then again what you two had wasn’t exactly friendship.

“Don’t ‘doll’ me.” you half-hiss, your fingers curling expectantly over the duvet, ready to fight.

“But I need to do this. I’ll die if I don’t.” he resorts to a puppy-pout, revealed through the moonlight that seemed to hit him like the way a spotlight would be so perfectly planned to aim at the right moment. “It’ll benefit the both of us, I promise.” he murmurs, his saccharine-drenched words trying its hardest to destroy your sanity.

“It’s going to hurt.” you whimper.

“Only if you let it hurt.” he reasons calmly, “Just relax.”

“Okay, nope.” you grit out, shooting up like a silver bullet and pushing his chest away with both hands. The attempt was destined to be futile, and he bobs an inch forward only to come even closer to you. “Get the hell away from me!” you cry as loud as you could between the thin walls of your suite, backing further in an attempt to grasp the cool metal of your headboard.

His gaze suddenly darkens, and if it wasn’t obvious by his looks, it was definitely felt in the air. It was fueled by his ambition to win, especially when you two fight over petty things. “That’s it,” he growls, jumping forward to grasp at your flannel pyjamas, his fingers going under the sensitive skin.

With a fierce tug, he pulled at the bandage that wrapped around your stomach with a sickening riiiiip.

“Jun!” you cry with a yelp, tears pricking the tips of your eyes. Screw your roommates, the pain was unbearable. Your hands immediately grapple at the tender flesh, white hot needles pricking at every crevice of where the bandage settled itself. “I told you not to take it off! It’s still healing!”

“You were whining like a baby all week!” Jun shot back in frustration, his gangly arms up in the air. The slightly yellowed bandage dangles in his grasp like a trophy. “Girl, that burn needs to breathe! How do you think it’s going to heal if you don’t let it see the light of day?”

“Quit being sassy to me and say you’re sorry!”

“Why would I say that, that’d be lying.” he raises his eyebrows in innocence, and if it was just a little lighter in the room you could imagine how satisfied his smirk must look. “Problem solved. You can heal your burn and I can leave knowing I’ve done my good deed for the year.” he got off the bed, his weight sinking into your fuzzy carpet.

“Get out.” you seethe, pulling the the covers over your body, “You’re never allowed over ever again.”

“I’m okay with that.” he shrugs, already halfway out the door. “See ya in the morning, doll.”

Ignoring the way he blew a kiss in your direction, you groan, throwing the white duvet over your frame. Like the burn Jun was absolutely painful to deal with, but even more painful to be without.

“So what got you into matchmaking?” you ask, twirling your cup of hot cocoa with the café’s tea spoon. “Did you just watch Hitch and get inspired?”

“No.” he replies as if you told him elephants could fly, his brows furrowing together. You can tell he’s never watched the film before, even though it was sorta-kinda representative of his situation. “I married my best friend’s sister two years ago. Talked to her old high school sweetheart for her because she was too shy.”

“So what, they dedicated you at the wedding and all that?”

“Yup. And a little figurine of me at the bottom of the cake.” He deadpans, drawing triangles of condensation caught by the hardwood. You could tell that there’s more to this story, but he doesn’t look terribly inclined to share. “Why, are you questioning my ability of getting you a hot date?”

“I mean, I’ve only heard stories.”

“I’m not doing this to play with people’s hearts, that’s never my intention.” Jun looks up, his eyebrows disappearing under his fluffy fresh-from-the-shower bangs.

“Then what is your intention?”

He then puffs out his cheeks, something he’s been making habitual these past few weeks when you’re together. The expansion in his mouth causes the apples in his cheeks to bloom a fresh shade of cranberry.

“To make people like you happy.” His smile is trapped between his lower lip, his teeth fighting the urge to not smile too hard. He looks embarrassed, his gaze focused on his half-full coffee. “I’m sure Wonwoo’s going to make you very happy.”

The authenticity in his reply suddenly made you feel very guilty, and you look down to your own drink, feeling your lip quiver as you bite your straw.

“Hooooolllllyyyyyy shiiiiiitttt.”

How the hell did your best friend get the key to your suite? Her voice was too loud, like call-the-police frightening.

“Holy shit, Kerry!” she screamed towards your roommate, the flabbergasted voice echoing from the living room. You hear the padded footsteps of your roommate coming to the main dining area at the beckon. “She bought a new bra! And it’s sexy and made of lace! Our girl’s boutta get laid!”

You freeze, spitting toothpaste foam all over the sink. Rinsing once and swiping your mouth with a towel you storm in the living room where your two girlfriends were currently gushing about your new purchase from Victoria’s.

“Guys!” you cry, gaping at the two of her ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’-ing at her latest purchase. “I have a date with Jun and he’s going to get here in thirty seconds so will you please fucking leave—”

“Hey.”

The front door shutting sounds more like your fate being sealed, ending with social suicide as Jun appears at the front of the doorway. He looks effortlessly chic as usual, despite the fact that he’s only in a black and white raglan and cuffed jeans. He grins amusedly at your friends, his canines popping against his cheeky smile.

“Hi Jun!” Your two friends pipe up, and Kerry was still holding your new bra up in the air.

“Hello ladies.” he tilts his head to the petite pair that are grinning eagerly at him, then turn to you. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

The door slams shut just as quickly as it was opened, and you glare at your two friends menacingly as soon as he was out the door. “You let him in!” you huff angrily, quiet enough for Jun not to hear from the hallway but loud enough so that the two ass-brats would get the picture. “You let him in and let him see my underwear!”

“But don’t you want him to see your underwear?”

“I do!” you hiss, reaching over to rip the bra from Kerry’s grasp. “But when the door is obviously locked and we’re in the moment not when your curiosity,” two pairs of smirks creep up on you, “makes you act like two year olds with no sense of privacy!”

Your two friends are going off like Bonnie and Clyde, spitting comments back and forth to each other like a juggle tag team.

“She’s been going out an awful lot with Jun these past couple of weeks!”

“Shit you never even goes out with me that much.”

“That’s sayin’ something. I bet this bra is the make or break of this relationship—”

“Shutupshutupshutup.” you grit out, stomping back into the bathroom. The silly giggles of your friends only continue in your head as you close the door shut. Frustrated exhales escape your mouth, echoing against the faded yellow tiles. Holding the royal blue bra in your hands, you untangle the straps in an attempt to put yourself back together.

“So, we’re here.”

Maybe you were a little over your head when he said your plans for the night were a surprise. A walk around the bridge, maybe more silly conversations over mango shaved ice. Romance is not dead, you convince herself, but it was certainly unconventional. The large house of ΣΛΤ is a beacon of strawberry milk pink in the middle of the street, making the dark houses pale away in the darkness. Girls and boys were hanging out on the deck, Converse clad feet dangling off the railing and and red cups lazily cupped between their fingers.

“Um,” you bite your lip, realizing that this was the moment. Jun’s about to set you up with Wonwoo. “I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

“I didn’t spend a month with you preparing so you could run away when the magic really happens.”

“If the magic is in there,” you wince as one of the brothers trail down the stairs with only a pair of green and purple Patrick-esque boxers, “I want no part in it.”

“What are you talking about?” Jun furrows his brows, holding his arms out to you. “You look beautiful tonight.”

Your heart warms, and it wasn’t because of any alcohol, at least not yet. You look down at your plain mustard tee with the embroidered rose on the side, tucked into a pair of light wash shorts. It really is nothing special, despite the fact that you may have spent a good half hour in front of the mirror fixing your makeup, it was nice to know that someone still appreciated the effort you put into your appearance.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” Before you could make another nervous protest, his hands splay across the small of your back, fire hearth warm as his grip melts through your shirt and into your skin.

The inside wasn’t as much of a mess as you anticipated, but nevertheless it was a party. Lee Jihoon’s lips purse fretfully as he toggles with his MacBook in his respective corner of the couch, presumably in control of the synthed beat that reverberates through the building. The room is comfortably crowded, and for once you don’t feel like sweating in a college party.

“Here,” Jun hands you a small glass of something clear and questionable, “Liquid courage.” His voice is terse as he took his own gulp of the liquid, smacking his lips and pointing his pinky to a corner in the back. “Won’s over there.”

You take your own shot, feeling the alcohol burn away your throat as you saw Wonwoo with some brothers playing darts. He is adorably dressed in an oversized black hoodie, but there was no denying that you felt absolutely nothing for him. It was the inevitably tragic high school movie twist: you can’t help who you’re attracted to. You poke Jun in the chest with your glass. “Another one.” You mumble.

He raises a brow, but took your cup away to refill it once more. “Drink up, buttercup.” He toasts his glass to yours and you take another one together.

By the third one you start to feel dizzy, and while Jun isn’t necessarily swaying, you feel like he’s moving much like a jellyfish from his stagnant position by the kitchen table. He grasps your shoulders, leaning down and tilting his head next to yours. “Ready?”

“Mhm.” Ready for what?

And all of a sudden he whirls you around, enough to believe that the world’s axis had broken. He lets go of your body, and instead of being reunited by his warm hands you feel a frosty grip take its place.

Wonwoo calls your name, and smiles down at you. You’re surprised he’d even remember you, from that one god-awful business class where you didn’t utter a peep. He’s remarkably sober, looking like he’s been having a good time. Your semi-inebriated self hopes you wouldn’t be the one to ruin his night. “Hi!” You squeak, your voice an octave higher than normal.

“You came here alone?”

“I came with Jun.”

“Ah,” Wonwoo’s eyes clear, and he nods in realization. “So I suppose it’s me then, right?”

A shot of lightning courses through your body, and you realize that Jun was nowhere to be found, and it was just you and Wonwoo in the kitchen. Wonwoo knew of Jun’s escapades, but he seems willing to fall into them like quicksand, slow and steady.

But falling in love, falling in like, or just crushing on someone isn’t willing at all. You can’t help what your heart wills for, and your heart wasn’t willing for Wonwoo.

“Yeah,” you sober up quickly, “I suppose it’s you.” But you were shaking your head, trying to rid yourself of the music that was eating at your eardrums. “But it’s not you, I’m sorry.”

You squeeze Wonwoo’s shoulder, giving him an apologetic smile. You had no idea whether Jun told Wonwoo about you or not, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t want any of this. Your stomach hurts and your chest hurts for turning down a guy you claimed you wanted, your brain hurt from all the running around you’ve been doing this past month. Turning around you leave the house, needing a breath of fresh night air. Jun is hanging by the door, in the middle of talking to another brother.

“What happened?” he pulls away from his slouched out form.

“I’m going home.” You declare tersely, trying to brush past him.

“What? Why?” You could hear his feet bouncing against the pavement, his long legs taking no time into getting in front of you. “Are you crying? Did he do something to you?” It wasn’t until you brought a hand to your cheeks that you realized that slow streaming tears were in fact flooding. You rub a hand over your eyes, uncaring of your smudged liner.

You hated how Jun felt the need to bend down and look you in the eyes when you couldn’t even find the strength to run away. The way his carmine eyes bore deeply into yours, his soft golden hair contrasting against the night sky as his lip worries in a frown. It’s frustrating, being so needlessly coddled by him when all you want is to go home and pretend he never existed.

“Please, I’m fine,” you hiccup, doing a shit job at looking fine. “Just let me go.”

You feel bad for pushing past him and ignoring how fucking sad he looked as you stalk away from the house. You feel bad for yourself, because you feel absolutely awful for playing along all this time because you couldn’t admit how much you liked the matchmaker himself.

[Jun] Open the door

[Jun] open open openopenop

[Jun] ur not deaf

[Jun] i cn hear you BREATHING

Trashing your Half-Baked Ben and Jerry’s, you hop off your couch and pad to your door, only standing but not opening. You’ve been ignoring his messages the past couple of days, which was probably a shitty thing to do but considering you’ve been feeling nothing but shitty it seemed appropriate. You could practically feel Jun’s insistence through the door with each rap at the wood, your hands twitching with the urge to open it. You miss him. And you hate hate hate it.

So you open the door and muster the sweetest smile you could possibly conjure, because you’re weak and at this point uncaring as to whether you could salvage your friendship or not. “Hey.” You feel like you were practically hacking out the word, it had only been a few days and it was more than enough just to have your heart skip when he’s looking right at you.

“Hey,” he echoes breathlessly, blinking shamelessly. He looks tired, like he just came from a day full of classes. “I honestly didn’t expect you to open the door. You’ve ignored my texts all weekend.”

“I haven’t.” You reply defensively, opening the the door wide enough only for his lithe body to slip through the cracks. He dumps his bag by the door, following you to the couch. You pick the corner farthest from him, but he decides to sit at the coffee table in the middle, stretching his legs out to face you.

“Saying K when I send you a whole novel is considered a felony in my books.” He says bluntly. “Was there something wrong with Wonwoo last night? Because I know he says some stupid shit but we all gotta accept that people can be a little weird—”

“It’s not about Wonwoo.” You say levelly, crossing your arms.

“Then what? Did I do something wrong?” He jabs a finger in his chest, looking palpably annoyed. “Because I just did what you wanted me to do. Is that not what you wanted?”

“It wasn’t.” You mumble, rubbing your fingers over your forehead.

“Then what do you want?” Both of you were equally frustrated. Jun, not knowing what direction to turn to, feeling cheated out of his own work. And you, frustrated at yourself for not being honest with him, for being too scared and stupidly insecure to realize that the one thing you wanted was right in front of you.

You take a breath, wanting all the butterflies in your stomach to fuck off and let you handle this on your own. “Jun, you matchmake people because you want them to be happy, right?”

He gives you a funny look, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Yeah. I told you that.”

“Well, I’m happy with you.” you confess, your words feeling both gummy and dry against your mouth. “And that’s all I want, I’m sorry I wasted your time and couldn’t tell you sooner.”

You feel all the air in your system evaporate, the weight you’ve been harboring disappear from your shoulders. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, Jun’s expression warping in and out of the room as he lets your words sink in. You can practically feel your heart rate accelerate and unable to keep up with your body, ready to take a trip down the road so you could never fall for someone ever again. The chestnut wood of your coffee table creaks in protest as Jun gets up, his hands gripping at the armrest and the couch cushions, effectively trapping you.

“I want that, too.” Is all he says before he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

Jun’s lips feel pillow soft against yours, and tasted like cotton candy and red hots rolled up into one superdrug because you were both heavily confused and aroused by the turn of events. You sigh at the loss of body movement, letting Jun shift the both of you on the small couch that definitely wasn’t capacitated for extended making out, but it wasn’t stopping either of you.

“‘Mm still angry that you lied to me,” he mumbles, nibbling your bottom lip between his teeth. You take this opportunity to let your lips dance over his jawline. “But there’s multiple ways to curb anger, if you wanna get a head start.”

He rubs himself into your belly, and something in your body stirs equally in response.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to answer, a little wobbled at the sudden turn of events, but the tension in the room was high and the both of you were more than ready to make up for lost time.

A few more rushed kisses to his jaw and you’re pushing him off, tugging him into your room.

In a rush of making your way to your bed you bang your knee against your open drawer, yelping as you land on your sheets. You expect him to pounce on you just as he’s ambitious for everything he does in school, but his eyes dart over to the glass item that rolled around the shaken drawer. Looking towards you in question, he bends over to pick up the object in question.

“Is this?” his eyes were practically blown apart as he looked through you with your glass toy, the amethyst color tinting his view of you.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch Jun utterly fascinated by the pink dildo. You can’t tell if you’re sweating from how turned on you’re on, or your sheer embarrassment, possibly both. You ordered it online sometime ago, but ever since you moved in you haven’t been able to try it out to its full capacity. Attempting to use it with enough alone time in a dorm filled with three other roommates was moot, you were lucky your mates were out at the moment. He held it in an almost embarrassing childlike wonder, feeling the smooth material like it was silk. His eyes flicker between you and the pink bulb expectantly. His gaze is thick, and full of want.

“Uh, yeah.” You choke out, feeling considerably less bold. “I haven’t used it yet, though. I haven’t been able to, y’know.”

“Probably weren’t ready for it yet.” He says, plopping on your bed. “But I can fix that.”

You couldn’t find the air for a snappy retort when Jun reaches over to cup your sex, his fingers mapping out constellations over your clothed core. You whimper off like a switch, throwing your head back to hit the wall as you quickly squirm out of your underwear, digging your heels into the blanket.

Jun traces figure eights into your dampened skin, his tongue making a path in the dip of your collarbone. He slips a finger in, and with a few experimental thrusts you were already writhing in your own world, absorbed by his warm touch.

“Tight,” he murmurs simply, letting your juices butter around your folds, coating his long fingers. He inserts another, the squelch of your arousal echoing in the small bedroom as he thrusts slowly. You feel his fingers scissor and stretch you out, feeling every minute pressure of your skin as it conforms to his digits.

On the other hand you definitely feel cheated, Jun’s fully clothed and here you are, oversized shirt hiked all the way up to your chest and revealing the propped up hem of your cobalt lace bra. Your body is so hot you’re almost sure the clothes would singe off before you managed to remove them.

“Jun,” you huff, tugging on his black shirt, “off.”

“Lights off?” he murmurs into your skin, thrusting deeper.

“Ngh, no.” You cry, swiveling your hips distractedly, “take it off.”

“Take the lock off from the door?” he hums jokingly, “Then everyone will see me fucking you. Unless you’re into that.”

“Fucking take your clothes off or I’ll do it for you.”

It got silent, only the dirty sounds of his fingers inside you painted the room. He lifts his head from your neck, looking down at you with his molten eyes. “Is that a threat, doll?” He adds another finger, stretching you even further. It stings a little, but it still felt feels pleasurable as you’re under the hypnotic spell of Jun’s gaze. “I wouldn’t go around being mean to the one who’s making you feel this good. I’m still a little upset, don’t you want to apologize to me?”

Everything is getting blurry and clouded with stars both from the night sky and your mind, quickly succumbing to his molasses drenched words and soul-searching stare. You manage to take off your shirt and bra, throwing it across the drawer. His fingers are still welled deep into your core, your hips thrusting against his.

“Look at you fucking my hand,” his tongue darts out to lick his lips, gesturing for you to look at the way his hands disappear like a mantra into your body. “Looking absolutely pretty, who knew you’d be so good at this.”

His other hand reaches to unfurl his sweatpants, easily shucking them off to the side. Your eyes can’t help but focus on the apparent bulge between the white boxer-briefs, but you continue thrusting in his hand, feeling the high quickly approaching.

“But I think you’ll be even prettier with this inside.”

With a “pop” he removes his hand, and before you could groan in protest he wiggles the cool glass toy in its place, rubbing your fluids against the smooth surface. You nearly forgot about the dildo, but now your thighs are practically on fire, and with a firm push the head was already inside of you, gliding like butter through your folds. The pressure is almost decadent, you never knew how useful a sex toy would be until you had Jun using it to it’s fullest. Your juices squelch in pattern to his thrusts, his eyes mesmerized as he watches the pink dildo appear and disappear before him.

“J-Jun, don’t stop,” you sigh, your voice overwhelmed with breathy distraction and overstimulation, “Mmph, I need more,”

“Are you sorry?” He asks tauntingly, slowing his pace, and you can feel his warm grip linger across your folds, blocking the dildo’s path.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, edging your lips closer to the toy, but he only pulls it farther.

“Sorry, for,” he presses the head inside, and you whine, aching for sweet relief.

“S-sorry, sorry for—ungh—ple-ease,” you could barely formulate a reply when he swirls your gloss with the tip, “Sorry for, ah, not telling you I wanted you.”

“Are you sorry that you missed out on this?” he stage-whispers, leaning his body so every inch of his skin was against yours as he returns his thrusting to a steady pace. His other hand moves to trap your wrists above your head, preventing you from moving too much. His voice is rough yet smooth, gliding across the shell of your ear. “Are you sorry that we could’ve done this sooner?”

“Mhmph, yes!” you sigh aloud, lifting your hips to match his pace, You dig your fingers into his palm. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please just do whatever you want to me and don’t stop!”

Letting go of your grip his long legs move to straddle you, going over one of your thighs in particular as he thrusted the toy faster. Resting his pelvis on your outstretched thigh he cants his hips against your bare skin in tandem to his movements, the thin material doing absolutely nothing to hide his hardness. Feeling his dick against your skin only made you even wetter, your slaps getting louder as you start to hit the peak of your release. Getting messier you feel the stars in your head implode into supernovas, your fingers squeezing the sheets taut and your walls clenching around the toy that was now equally hot as your body.

You’re numb, but still willing to go farther once you see the hunger in Jun’s eyes. He pulls out the toy with a painful slowness, and you shiver from the sensitivity. Your juices are dripping from your orgasm, and Jun brings it up to his face. Looking straight at you, he licks the toy.

Your clit twitches in betrayal.

Throwing the toy across the bed his long arms reach for the drawer, pulling out a condom from the same place he found your toy. Somehow his shirt is already off, probably stripped away in the middle of your orgasm. He quickly throws off his boxers, and his dick stands erect, scarlet with pearls of precome at the tip. The foil rips like it’s being cut with a thin blade, Jun quickly throwing the condom on his hardness.

“Do you still want more?” He asks, running his hands over his dick a few times. As sexy as the phase sounded, his gaze looks nothing but boyish in front of you, waiting for your consent. It was uncharacteristic of his previous control but nevertheless welcomed. Moonlight decorated his hair, reflected by the cracked window and the navy sky.

You manage a small nod, and a careful “Yes.”

“Good.” he hovers over you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Because I want to give you more.”

Your hands splay across his chest, running across his neck before securing a grip on his shoulders. Jun adjusts the two of you as he rubs himself at your entrance, filling you up. You gasp, lifting up slightly to grab onto Jun’s shoulders as he stretches your folds, feeling comfortably full. He groans into your ear, the sound echoing through every pore of your body as you felt him start to rock against you. This was by far better than any silly toy, and it didn’t feel as if you were satisfied just moments ago. You wanted more, and Jun was here to give you everything you needed. His hips snap against yours in a steady rhythm while his smoked out breaths sighed into your ear, murmuring your name and telling you how you’re good, so good for him.

“You feel so nice,” he groans, his thrusts getting sloppier as he edged on, “Nggh, you feel so good with my cock stuffed in you, does it feel good?”

“Yes, yes it feels good,” you whimper, unable to catch up to his messy thrusts. His dick went all the way to the spongy spot in your body, one that was making your head spin. You feel the walls connecting you two slicken, giving him more room to fuck you harder as he lifts your leg to penetrate deeper. “Mmph, Jun, keep going—” you encourage, reaching a hand to rub circles into your clit.

His hips were going at a fierce rate, slapping against your skin as you moan in pleasure, writhing your head and marking his back with your crescent shaped nails. “Come around my cock,” he husks out, his voice quickly losing traction, “So I can come too.”

His mouth was gaped and against your neck, sighing and gasping for release when you squeeze his dick, and with a final thrust he collapses over your sticky body, moaning in satisfaction. His face plants itself into the crook of your shoulders, nuzzling your skin. With a couple lazy thrusts he pulls out, a blind hand reaching to safely remove the condom from his body. You close your eyes in an attempt to settle your breathing, focusing on the inhale and exhale of your chest as Jun gets up to dispose of the latex. Your eyes slowly return to a mere half-liddedness, a notably perkier Jun returning to your bed and putting his face close to yours.

“Hi.” He chirps, carding a hand through your sweaty strands.

“Hello.” You smile weakly.

“So, are you satisfied with your service?”

“Satisfied? Jun!” You laugh tiredly, slapping his shoulder.

“Has my performance as your matchmaker improved your lovelife?”

“I don’t feel the need to satisfy your ego after you just pounded me into my mattress.” You reply tartly, snatching the blanket and placing it higher above your chest.

“Please?” He lets his face sink into your pillow, his eyes twinkly and sweet in the dark room.

Sticking out your tongue, you reach a finger to poke his nose. “My lovelife,” you shuffle to press his lips to yours in a half-hearted, glowy kiss. You feel Jun’s hands warm up to your sides, pulling you closer. “And yours, is definitely satisfactory.”

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