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your-rose-highness · 4 years ago

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Tell me what is Love (ch- 7)

Chapter 7

Note: Feat JB of GOT7

It was 5 am when the sound of the door opening startled her. She scurried out of bed, last night’s memories flooding her senses all of a sudden. Jaebeom spotted her near the bedroom and said a weak hello, “you can go back to sleep, I’m just here to pick up some clothes for Jae in.” He didn't seem to know where her clothes would be and hankered around the place for a bit when hye hee decided to help him.

“Her clothes are here. Would you like me to?”

“Ah! Yes, thank you.”, he said relieved.

Hye hee found a pair of Jane’s favorite boyfriend jeans that she often said were ‘better than boyfriends.’, the softest tee shirt, and some inner wear packed in a bag. Jaebeom seemed more than just thankful for it.

After he left, hye hee decided to shower and charge her phone which was dead since last night and she hadn't had time to look at it. Turning on the faucet, she stood still in the shower for a while, letting her warm water run its course. It relaxed her muscles and cleared her head. Warm showers always did wonders. Her relaxation time was cut short when her stomach grumbled and she was overcome with a terrible hunger pang. Getting out of the shower, she hastily borrowed the yellow pajamas that jane kept at home for her whenever she decided to stay over. Hye hee had jane dedicated pajamas at her place too. The familiar smell made her smile.

Quickly skimming through Jane’s fridge, she realized that the only thing that didn't look questionable was the box of kimchi jane’s mother always sent her- always two, for hye hee as well. She decided to make some kimchi stew for the three of them. She cooked rice expertly at this point and cleaned the kitchen.

“I should get Jane some groceries. The girl would starve herself.”, she thought to herself.

6.30 am. Jaebeom and jane should be back soon. She switched on her phone to call jane to find out when she saw.

Missed Calls- 22; Messages-36.

Baekhyun had been calling her since last night, last at 4.10 am.

Should she call him? Or ignore his calls altogether? Maybe he found out about the attack? Or did Suho show him the fan’s tweet?

Her thought was cut short when she heard ruffling outside. They were home.

Jane was okay. Complained occasionally of a throb on the head once in a while. They had breakfast and the two were more than thankful.

“I couldn't have swallowed that dirty water they called soup anymore.”, jane groaned.

“You had it ONE time.”, Jaebeom scowled at his sister.

“Oh! Look at him!! I’m a patient.” she dramatically said, at which Jaebeom rolled his eyes.

The siblings’ bickering was a welcome change for Hye Hee. After helping Jane into her bed, hye hee decided to go home.

Jaebeom rushed out, “I’ll drop you home.”

“Umm. it’s fine Jaebeom…”

“Look, you’ve done a lot for us and honestly I need to make sure you get indoor safe…”, he said, grabbing his keys, “I won't take no for an answer. Cmon.” he replied when Hye hee was about to counter.

The morning sun hit their faces and Jaebeom’s features were more clear than ever. The bags under his eyes were evidence of how tired he was.

His skin glistened like gold and his eyelashes were longer than hers. Why do men always have better skin?

Baekhyun’s pretty hands were always Hye Hee’s source of envy. The dork always showed off his hands in front of her and purposefully borrowed her hand cream in class.

They arrived soon and Jaebeom was kind enough to walk her to her door.

“Alright! All clear.”, he smiled.

“Please come in. I’ll get you a coffee quick.”

“Oh. I don't drink coffee.”

“Ah! I have a collection of teas!”

“Oh? Haha. maybe I’ll come in because I’m intrigued.”

She opened her tea cabinet and left him to hove and choose. She quickly went to her bedroom to drop her bag when she felt something weird. Her heart began pounding hard against her chest. Had those people who came earlier found their way in? She found herself coiled in fear as she quietly stepped back out. Her actions didn't go unnoticed, and Jaebeom asked in a voice, soft as a whisper, “what is it?”

“I think someone was here.”

“Was something taken?”

“No.”, Hye hee replied starkly.

“You’ll stay at Jae in’s. Let’s go.”, he said hurriedly, going back into the bedroom to get her bag.

He had barely opened it when on the other side of the door stood Baekhyun. His hair crumpled and eyes were still half shut.

Jaebeom’s lips parted in surprise and turned to look at hye hee.

“Baekhyun? What are on earth are you doing here?”

Baekhyun didn't answer, his eyes zeroing on Jaebeom, “Who is this?”

Jaebeom snapped out of his surprise and quickly bowed to greet him. “Hello, I’m Hye Hee’s friend.”

Baekhyun’s expression turned grave, as though betrayed. Sensing the tense air, Jaebeom excused himself.

“If Jae in needs something, please don't hesitate to call.”, she whispered to him as he left.

He nodded hurriedly, “Stay safe, Hye Hee.”

“She’s fucking safe. Don't act as if you know what kind of relationship we share.”, baekhyun yelled from across the room.

“Baekhyun, please! What is wrong with you? I’m so sorry Jaebeom. He must have been worried.”, hye hee apologized sheepishly before sending him off.

Hye hee and baekhyun faced each other and baekhyun marched to the couch.

“Get out.”

“Why didn't you answer my calls?”, baekhyun questioned.

“I don't have to answer your calls you know! I have my own life!”

“I know! I’ve never trespassed your life. I only wanted to know how the interview went. I called you the whole fucking day, Song Hye Hee! Are you telling me you didn't have a minute to just let me know? What kept you so busy, huh?”

“So that gives you the authority to break into my house?”

“I was worried about you. And who the hell was that? You always said you didn't allow men inside your apartment.”, baekhyun asked, at this point, his ears and face had gotten very red.

“I don't have to tell you anything.”, hye hee said in a low voice. She walked over to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

“What did you say? Are you dating him? Really hye hee?”, he had followed her into the kitchen. The proximity made her heartbeat crazy once again.

Calm the hell down, Song Hye Hee, she told herself.

“Why can't I? Did you expect me to stay alone all my life?”, she shot, turning to face him.

They stood inches away from each other. The air around them felt heavy and they found it hard to breathe. The effect that they had on the other was still intact.

Baekhyun felt his hand twitch, aching to just hold her hand, be able to pull her in his arms, or even better, kiss her like how he had done years ago to show her what he had felt. Hye hee could feel his piercing stare on her. She met his eyes for a drifting moment and it was there. Baekhyun was in pain. She saw it etched across his eyes. As their eyes found each other, it felt as though the air between them was sucked away and they found themselves lean into each other for a brief moment when the boiling kettle whistled.

Both of them turned away from each other, breathing, as though they had forgotten to.

She stirred Baekhyun’s matcha tea as she finally gathered the courage to say, “I’m not taking the SM job.”

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous. People might find out about us. It’ll create chaos for both. I don't need that.”, she said blankly. “Also, where were you hiding? I didn't you in the bedroom.”

“I was sleeping beside the bed… on the floor.”, he mumbled.

“Why? Now my bed doesn't match your international standards?”, she asked, disgusted.

“NO. I just thought you wouldn't want me to be on your bed.”

Hye hee rolled her eyes at him and proceeded to hand him his cup of matcha.

“I like that coffee you made me last time.”

“Well, drink this today.”

“Ugh. no. its too ugly.”

“Hey, you said you liked matcha tea when you went to Japan two months ago and were considering to shift!”

“But that was made by professionals…. This only looks like you are giving me something super toxic!”

Hye hee was now furious and stood up to snatch the cup from his hands.

“I’ll drink it, don't be so crazy. You don't even have the right to be mad. Coming home in the morning with your boyfriend..”, he scoffed softly against the cup.

“I don't think you should come here anymore.”

Baekhyun stared at hye hee, his face scrunched with surprise. “What, because of that dude? How long have you been dating him? Also, he didn't seem surprised to see me. Did you tell him about me?”

“Jaebeom has nothing to do with this. But it’s best if you and I keep a distance. Taeyeon wouldn't like this if she knew.”

“Why are you saying this? Is that guy possessive? Well, then you got to break up with him right away.”

Hye Hee was torn between wanting baekhyun to love her and also wanting him to stay out of trouble from the public eye. For the first time she wished he wasn't an idol, wishing he didn't ever meet Taeyeon, never had a baby with her; yes, she had to think about Sarang as well, would she steep that low and destroy a child’s life because of just her emotions and attachments with Baekhyun.

“You know how I feel.”, Baekhyun hesitated, taking a seat next to her.

“If I could, I’d do anything to be by your side right now. But, I really don't know how or what I should do.”, he continued, tugging at his hair in despair.

“Hye hee consoled him without a word. She placed her hand on his shoulder, patting, knowing very well that it wasn't easy on him either.

“I tried. I tried to make things better with Tae, but I don't know why it’s just not the same. There’s a distance I can't seem to overcome. At times I feel like this relationship is choking me. Every morning there’s a dread in my heart. Doing the same things, just out of love, and I’m pretty sure it’s the same for her. We hardly talk, only on matters concerning Sarang do we ever feel like we’re married. I want to quit, hye hee.” he sobbed unable to control the rush of emotions.

What hye hee was now sure of was, this was more than just her. Baekhyun was in a terrible state, not just because he wanted to stay with her, that was secondary. This was about him being growing tired of pretending. Byun Baekhyun, the sunshine of many all through his life was seeing no light at the end of the tunnel. He was lost and chained with responsibilities and that was killing the person he was.

“I come looking for you because I can breathe here. You're home to me. My old friend… my love.” he sniffled, his voice broke as he looked at her.

“It’s hard for me to carry on every day without seeing you. I came looking for you even when you didn't know. I knew about the cafe you went to and would sit there for hours waiting for you. I didn't know why then. I just had to.”

“Why did you continue living with her then?”, she queried.

“I was… I was afraid to lose another person. When you left me, I couldn't register what had happened and we had just debuted, that had me working 20 hrs a day. Its when I stopped running I realized the void you left behind and what a fool I had been for gambling something so pure.”

They sat silent for a while, registering what happened.

“Is that your boyfriend?”, he asked suddenly.

“No. that’s jane’s brother. Why?”

“If you want me to stay away, I will. I can't be a bother for you too.”

“Shut up and sit. Did you have breakfast? Of course, you didn't, you just woke up.”

“Can I have that peanut butter sandwich and that glass of hot chocolate, please?”, he spilled.

“What! Byun!”

“Please! Such a good combo.”

“Alright. Go wash your face, you look all red.” she avowed.

Pulling out the bread from the cabinet, she walked to the fridge when a booming voice made her jump.

“Ah!! What a relief to let all of that off my chest!!!”, Baekhyun screamed.

“Byun!! Keep your VOICE DOWN!”

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wewillwriteyou · 5 years ago

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Hi! 💙 Could I get a prompt with Joe Mazzello, Quote [36], Smut[5], enemies to lover kinda drama? Thank you sm, ly 💕💙💕

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Quote [36]: “It’s so hard for me to hate you right now.”

Smut [5]: Sex in a public place

Plot requests: enemies to lovers

Warnings: SMUT under the cut! (please read it only if you’re 18+); unprotected sex [PLEASE ALWAYS BE SAFE FOLKS, LIFE ISN’T A FANFICTION], language then and there what’s new?, FLUFF at some point

Characters: Y/N & Joe Mazzello

Word count: 2.6K words

Written by: @deakyswhitequeen

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This is a work of fiction. In this case, we created an “Alternate Universe” for our character, so please, know that it’s all coming from our wild imagination.

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Mondays were the worst. Of all the seven days in a week, Mondays were definitely your least favourites. Not only cause it meant the weekend was over, but also because it meant you were required to share some regular screen time with the devil in the body of Joseph Mazzello.

You’d been working at that tv news program for like six months and every damn Monday morning you had to open the news with him. The super host. The man everyone loved and praised. The man who’d got every man’s dream job and who was every woman’s – and sometimes men’s – dream.

Everyone was at his feet. He’d always find the way to show off and somehow people loved him for that. He had a way with people and everybody wanted to be his friend.

You’d always hated that guy.

Since your first day as his co-host, when he’d mistaken you for an assistant and asked you to bring him his morning coffee. When you explained to him you didn’t work for him but with him, he’d asked you to call somebody and bring him his coffee instead.

You did. And when they handed you the coffee you accidentally spilled some on his notes, earning from him a few not-so-nice nicknames right away.

You could not care less. Laughter and whistles from all over the office boosted your ego. This could be fun… The perk of the situation was that nobody could say a thing: after all, it had only been an accident.

For the last six months it had always been bickering and cheap shots between the two of you and, even if it was kinda fun battling with him, you still hated the guy.

Like every Monday morning, that day you had arrived at the studio right on time and had the time to fetch a coffee and head into your friend Scott’s office to find the strength to face Mr Mazzello for the whole day.

“Honey, you are gonna wear yourself out if you keep on going with this battle thing… why don’t you just stop bothering about him?”

“Scott, you’re not listening to me…” you huffed, placing your empty cup on his desk, “I can’t back down… This’s been going for so long that he’ll just think he’s won!”

“And… would that be so bad?”

“Yes! He’s a jerk and he needs to be taught a lesson” you mindlessly straightened the wrinkles on your skirt “I just haven’t figured out what lesson will do it…”

You caught Scott raising both his eyebrows at the same time.

“What?” you asked

He shook his head “Nothing, nothing darling…”

You sat on the edge of his desk and crossed your arms on your chest, meaning you would not have left his office till he’d told you what he was thinking.

He scoffed “Alright, alright…” he looked at you n the eyes “But you promise me you won’t get angry.”

You traced a cross on your heart “Promise”.

He nodded “Seems like you’re a bit obsessed by the guy lately… I mean… you look like grade school kids teasing each other. Is there any chance – and please don’t hit me – that you might be into him?”

“WHAT?!” you immediately slapped his upper arm.

“Ow! I said don’t hit me!”

“Sorry… it’s just that your speaking nonsense… bullshit, if you will”

You’d lie to yourself if you said you’d never thought about that… but you had also always told yourself that it was definitely bullshit. The guy was your worst enemy. Nothing more, nothing less.

Scott chuckled and shook his head, “Whatever, Y/N, I was just wondering…”

You stared into each other’s eyes for half a second, before you cleared your throat and stood up.

“I have to go” you started, your voice calm and low “Thanks for bearing with my shits, Scott”

He smiled and winked, “I’m here for you, honey”

Walking out of his office, you headed to Clothes & Makeup to get ready for the show. You closed the door of the dressing room behind you and set on at the makeup stall to fix your hair.

“Cindy, I’ll need another shirt for this morning, that new assistant spilled coffee on my sleeve…” that voice was unmistakable.

“Well maybe you deserved it…” you promptly answered to the man approaching the makeup stall.

Joseph Mazzello in all his greatness.

He narrowed his eyes “No-one asked for your opinion, Miss Fix-My-Hair-Or-The-World-Might-End-Tonight…”

You scoffed “That nickname is almost as lame as you are… Oh no, wait, that’s not possible”

“Ouch,” he placed a hand on his heart theatrically “that really hurt”

You mimicked him and quickly turned around on the stool, determinate to ignore him.

“Cindy’s off work today” you informed him.

He exhaled loudly “Could you please help me choose a shirt?” he asked in a purposely flat tone.

You leered, slowly turning your head towards him.

“No”, you enunciated. Getting up from where you were seated, you walked to the door and smirked to him before turning the handle to conclude your scenic exit.

What you hadn’t expected was the handle falling to the ground and locking you in the room with the most annoying person in the whole world.

You gradually turned to him, only to find him with a huge smile on his face.

“Do you have something to do with this?” you asked.

He scrolled his shoulders without erasing his cheeky smile

“You freak! Is this your fault?!” your voice squeakier than usual.

At that change of tone, he burst out laughing.

“You bastard…” you mumbled on your teeth, trying to work the handle again, “What’s the matter with you?!?! We have to work! People will wonder where we are! Oh God will they think we are…?”

“Screwing? Yeah, they probably will” he finished the sentence for you.

“Ugh, I can’t believe it! Did you do this on purpose? Why??”

He chuckled and shook his head again, taking a step closer to you.

“It’s just a fortunate coincidence… But I did hope we could talk alone some time…”

“About what?” your voice harsher and harsher.

He smiled cheekily “About us”

Blood filled your veins and you suddenly saw everything red.

“US? WHAT IS ‘US’?? I–”

“Calm down, tiger,” he interrupted you “I mean about this tension between us… It’s not healthy, Y/N, I think we should drop this act…”

“Act?”

He furrowed his eyebrows “Yes. You prank me, I prank you, we bicker… let’s stop all that and talk about the real stuff that is between us…”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion “Is supposed to be a joke or…?”

He chuckled and shook his head, looking down at his feet as he took another step forward, then at last his eyes met yours.

He had a cheeky and mischievous grin painted on his face.

Ugh, I wanna kiss him. No, PUNCH HIM!, I wanna punch him.

“C’mon Y/N, I know you feel it too…” he began, then puffed when you still acted like you had no idea what he was talking about “The sexual tension? You cannot tell me you are unaware of it…”

“I don’t know what you talking about…” you lied.

“What a dirty liar, miss Y/N…” he laughed, “I know you feel it too. I can see it written all over your face”.

You were suddenly very aware that he was like ten inches away from you and you gulped. He was right (for once in his life). Still, you tried to remember to yourself why you did not like him.

You shook your head “Joseph, I–”

“Please, Joseph’s my father. Call me Joe”

You exhaled and started again “Joseph, there is nothing between us. And just so you know, there can never be. I hate you. You hate me. End of story…”

“You think I hate you?”

You crossed your arms on your chest “Well, yeah… that’s the essence and the extent of our ‘relationship’”

He shook his head “You are so stubborn”

You raised your eyebrow “Yeah, that’s the key to a girl’s pants: insulting her.”

He suddenly closed the distance between you two, his lips violently looking for yours and his tongue darting in your mouth. Joe walked the two of you to the nearest wall and pinned your arms against it by the sides of your body.

When he pulled away to gain some breath again, he stared into your eyes, his lips inches from yours.

Snapping back to reality and forcing yourself to ignore the heat that had expanded throughout your body, you scrolled your arms and freed your wrists of his grip.

“We are supposed to hate each other” was the only thing your lips could articulate.

Joe chuckled, passing his thumb on his lower lip and looking you from underneath his lashes.

“Well, it’s so hard for me to hate you right now…” he walked closer again, while gradually unbuttoning the cuffs on his sleeves, “So hard to hate you when every day you walk in with your unbelievably short skirts and your impeccable scented hair…”

“That’s a weird thing to say…”

“Shut up” he cut you off, promptly grabbing your wrists again and locking them by your sides, “So hard to hate you when you look so gorgeous sitting beside me at the desk… So–”

You didn’t give time to finish the sentence, your lips crashed against his, hands running to the top buttons of his shirt. While your fingers expertly unbuttoned his shirt, you felt his hands grazing up your thighs and lifting up your skirt to your hips. You helped him out of his shirt, throwing it as far away as you could.

“Cindy will be pissed we ruined that one…”

“Shut up”.

You cut him off by kissing him passionately and violently again, biting his lower lip while sliding your hands down his shoulders, to his sides, till the hem of his trousers and starting fidgeting with his belt.

You felt his hands climbing up to unbutton your shirt as well and then tossing it on the floor right away, the skirt following right after. His hands flew to his belt, helping you untuck it and undo his pants; you pulled them down to his ankles and he quickly got rid of them.

For an instant, you stared into each other’s eyes, but there were no more questions in your head. There was nothing your rational side could say to stop you now.

Joe pinned you against the wall, his whole body pressing into yours and his erection already hard on your thigh.

You bucked your hips against his and he groaned into the kiss.

“You will have to keep it quiet, Mazzello. They could hear us…” you whispered to his ear while sliding a hand down his stomach and into the elastic band of his boxers.

He whined and chuckled at the same time, suddenly pulling away from the kiss.

“Let them hear us…” he leered while unlocking your bra and tossing it aside.

“Fucking gorgeous…” he hissed and hooked a finger at the edge of your undies.

He pulled them down and they instantly dropped at your legs, while you did the same with his boxers. He grabbed your wrists again and threw your hands around his neck, while his glided down your hips and stopped underneath your bum, squeezing it gently.

Without a warning he lifted you up and sunk into you, making you exhale harshly and moan out loud. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he partially slid out and thrusted back in: you both moaned at the sensation of that particular angle as he started thrusting at a low pace.

His hands were sustaining you against the wall, whereas yours were roaming on his back, leaving nail marks then and there only to stop to cup his face.

Your bodies were moving, but your eyes were still, locked into each other. You inched closer to place your lips on his, the kiss tender and gentle, in contrast with the heat and speed up pace of the moment.

You felt sweat drops streaming down your face and your whole body on fire. You could only think of how good it felt. How that man who you’d barely tolerated for the past six months seemed to know you in and out like nobody ever had. He knew exactly what you liked and seemed to be always hitting the right spots.

“Joe…” you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching and noticing his pace speeding up.

“I know–” he breathlessly uttered “I’m close too”

And as if you were trying to, you both came undone, recovering from your climax.

As you tried to steady your breath, your grip on his shoulders tightened and you found yourself basically hugged to him. The craziest thing was how nice it felt to have his body against yours and right into your arms. Joe’s head was resting on your shoulder while he heavily breathed in and out.

When you both felt like coming back to reality and abandoning your warm embrace, Joe let you down to your feet and you both remained silent as you got dressed again, avoiding looking at each other.

Once you were both fully dressed, you dared to turn in his direction.

He was looking at you too, a sweet smile on his face and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Why are you smiling?” you asked while fixing the collar of his new shirt.

He watched every move you made, never stopping smiling.

“I’m still high on what we did…” he whispered “And now I cannot stop thinking about you”

You chuckled, sincerely maybe for the first time in front of him and you caught his eyes glimmering.

“I’m right in front of you…”

He slowly nodded “I know… But I just can’t get enough”

“That is such a line…” you snorted, making him cackle along.

“It is but it worked, didn’t it?” he winked at you, making you shook your head and giggle.

If anyone had said to you that you’d be falling for one of Mazzello’s lines when you’d gotten up that morning, you probably would have punched them in the face. But now, there you were… giggling at his stupid lame lines that didn’t sound so lame anymore, and looking at that guy who you fought to keep your distance from, not knowing you’d actually always tried to keep him close.

Only now, while he was gently kissing your lips goodbye behind the door of the dressing room, you understood that Scott had been right all along.

When he pulled away from your lips and you felt your heart sink to your stomach, just cause you wanted him to keep on kissing you, you suddenly felt like a different person from the one who had entered the door that morning.

You smiled one more time to each other before calling security to get you out of there. When you heard their voices from the other side, you saw Joe getting closer to your ear with a cheeky smirk.

“Showtime” he whispered and when the door opened, his smile disappeared as he walked fast towards the studio.

You rolled your eyes as well and bolted out of the door, mumbling a ‘Thank God I couldn’t take it anymore’ and heading for the opposite direction Joe had taken.

You were trying your hardest not to burst out laughing at the hilarity of the situation: acting like nothing had changed in your enemies-relationship while in reality, everything had.

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illstaywithstray · 5 years ago

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Reaction to you being sick/ hospitalized while they are on tour

Maknae Line

Note: (WARNING: MENTIONS OF ACCIDENTS AND HOSPITALS)

Aw thank you sm! I think it’s kinda on my part too since I don’t have a steady posting schedule yet, so I can’t expect people to like and comment haha. I want to try posting regularly after finals week! I’ll post the Hyung Line here.

Hyunjin:

Chan stopped the music, trying to catch his second wind, “I think we got this part down for the concert tomorrow, yeah?” The chorus of agreement that followed marked the end of practice. Hyunjin wiped his forehead, checking his texts from the past hour. As he scrolled through your recent messages, he noted your unusually short texts. “What’s wrong?” He glanced over at Seungmin, who had just finished showering and was now the only one other than him still in the locker room. “Not sure, y/n’s being dry.” “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about that, the doctor just told her to stay off her phone for a while.” “Doctor? Why?” Seungmin glanced over his shoulder to check if Hyunjin was joking. “Hyun, she’s in the hospital right now. Because of the car crash?”

Hyunjin finished packing a few basic things while dialing your number. You answered, hungry and confused. “Hello? Hyun?” “Y/n, what the hell?” “What’s wrong?” You sat up straight in the hospital bed, clutching your phone for dear life. “Seungmin told me you got into a car crash? Why didn’t you call me right away? Fuck, I’m getting a plane right now. I can’t believe you didn’t-,” you cut him off, laughing lightly. “Hyun, I just broke my leg, I’m not dying.” You heard him exhale quietly as silence fell over the line. He muttered that you would die one of these days and then sighed louder. “Okay but still, do you need me to come over there?” “No loser, I’m completely fine. I just didn’t say anything because you have that concert tomorrow.” “So? You’re more important.” You sat in stunned silence, feeling your face heat up. “I can literally feel and HEAR you blushing, but for real, FaceTime me tonight and prove you aren’t dying.” “Deal.”

Jisung:

Jisung was sitting outside, staring up at the stars, praying and wishing with his last strands of desperation. His eyes kept darting to his phone screen, waiting for a text, a call, or any sign that you were awake.

Three hours ago, Felix and Woojin had burst in the dorm, screaming bloody murder. Woojin had an unnerved expression as Felix shoved his phone into Jisung’s hands, motioning Woojin out of the room. Sung skimmed a cluster of texts from your friend Jisoo. She had texted Felix about the situation as soon as she had reached the hospital and seen you. The doctor that was tending to you explained that there had been some sort of an accident at your dorm, which had resulted in you falling off a flight of stairs. No one knew the exact events that led to the emergency, or how you managed to get over the railing, but you ended up being severely concussed and were immediately taken to a hospital. Jisung’s heart fell as he read the texts and he scrambled to call Jisoo and everyone he knew back home. The calls continuously forwarded to automated messages, and he sat, defeated, waiting for a reply. A couple hours later, his phone rang, with Jisoo’s contact flashing on the screen. He answered it, practically screaming into the phone. “Jisoo, what the hell happened? Is y/n okay? What’d the doctor’s say? Is she gonna be fine?” He heard silence on the other end of the line, and then your tired voice. “Glad to hear you too babe.” He felt a rush of relief pass over him, “y/n? Are you okay? Actually no, are you gonna be okay? Do you want me to come home?” “Sung, I’m fine, the doctor’s say I just need to rest and take it easy for a while. Don’t worry.” “How can I not worry when the love of my life almost died?” “And you say I’m dramatic. I was just fooling around with Lisa and I said I could do a handstand on the railing, but I think I stand corrected.” “You-,” he fell silent, feeling overwhelmingly relieved but irritated that you were a dumb bitch. “You’re really something else y/n. I’m bubble wrapping you when I get home.” “Ugh, I deserve that. Babyproof the hell out of me please.” “Deal.”

Felix:

Changbin sat next to Felix, one arm slung over his shoulder. The rest of the guys watched him wither as Changbin told him what had happened to you. You had been on a crosswalk when a drunk driver had slammed into you. You hadn’t been seriously injured, but you had a slight concussion and your wrist was shattered. He FaceTimed you, needing to see your face. When you didn’t pick up, he texted, dm’d, snapped and called you. And then he texted the majority of your friends. Chan said that you probably weren’t on your phone because of the concussion, so he sat back down, thinking of some way to reach you. Then his phone lit up with a few notifications. He saw your messages on Instagram, Snapchat, iMessage, and a missed call. He stared at the screen in confusion. How the hell did you manage to do all this in the minute he had been away? He opened your snap to see you with bandages wrapped around your head and a caption “I lived bitch.” His phone vibrated again with the notification of a FaceTime call. As soon as he picked up he saw you sticking up a middle finger with the highest look on your face. “Hey Fel, how’s it goingg?” You slurred your words, clearly on some sort of pain medication. “Y/n, do you want me to die of a heart attack? Why were you crossing the road, do you want to die?” “I’m a baD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME.” “ Are you a chicken? I don’t think so. Next time use a car.” “heheh. I’m not the chicken, you are. Yongbok. Bok bok.” He stared at you with both intense hatred and love in his eyes. You snorted, screaming “I love you but ima sleep” and then hanging up. He rubbed his temple, wondering how one person could stress him out so much. He went back and read your message: “come bck after tour or ill hit u with me car next tyme.” He chuckled, typing in his response, “Deal.”

Seungmin:

Seungmin was calm, almost to the point where it became slightly unnerving. His fingers swiftly maneuvered the keyboard as he searched for flights back home. Minho watched him from afar, scared of the monster that he had unwittingly created.

An hour before Seungmin’s strange breakdown, you had texted Minho to tell Seungmin that you had been hospitalized because of your broken legs. Not a singular leg, both legs. The reason why was complicated and too difficult to discuss over the phone. At least that’s what you explained to Minho. He bluntly explained what you had asked him to say vaguely to Seungmin, who had seemed to break. He stared at a blank wall for thirty minutes before quickly packing and looking for flight tickets.

Minho watched Seungmin bang the keyboard angrily. There were no available flights that would arrive in less than thirty minutes. “Are we living in a socialist society? Can’t a guy get a flight?” Minho decided enough was enough and called you, throwing his phone to Seungmin and running away. “Seung? Hey.” “So I heard you broke your legs.” You sighed, waiting for his lecture. “Seung, I’m sorry, we were testing co2 cars and I wanted to ride on them-” “Are you okay?” “What?” “Are you okay? Do your legs hurt? Do you want me to do something?” You blushed, taken aback by the lack of him yelling at you to be more careful. “I’m fine, they have me on pain meds.” “Ugh, I wish I could be there for you. I literally packed all my things.” “You’re honestly the best boyfriend I could ask for.” “I try.” “Come home soon. After the tour.” “Deal.”

Jeongin:

Jeongin doubled over when Changbin told him that you had fainted and been taken to the hospital. He was unable to breathe, his chest tight and vision blurred as he shakily pressed your contact in his phone. “Hello?”

You woke up to Jennie shaking your shoulder. “BITCH ARE YOU DEAD? WAKE UP OR I’LL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NO-” “I hate you.” She sighed heavily, holding out your phone. “Who’s this?” You heard heavy sobbing coming from the other side, and you instantly heard Jeongin’s distinctive heaving. “Jeongie? What’s wrong?” He began blubbering and you tried to sort out the crying from his actual words. “Babe, you gotta articulate. I can’t hear you.” “What happened? Are you okay y/n? Is it serious?” You felt a mix of gratitude and guilt. “Aw, Jeong I just fainted. It was the heat. I’m fine now. They just told me to stay indoors.” “I wish I was with you.” His pout was practically visible through the phone. “Come home soon, with icepacks.” “I’ll end global warming if it means you won’t have to go to the hospital.” “Do it for me then.” “Deal.”

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DHAU: What To Know

Hey! its what all of u have been waiting for: more dhau stuff :)

Also!! most of this is by the one powerful braincell @snaxarba and I share hhh,, we’ve both worked hard (lmao not rlly we just screamed at each other sksks) on creating the universe around dhau uwu she’s been a great help aaa please send her love through her inbox! She’s currently writing a fic for this au, so if u got any questions or want a snippet go over to her :))))

Now that that’s out of the way, get ready for a LONG post:

GENERAL INFO

DH = Deathly Hallows

5 members

Fandom name: Hallows

Ages: S.S (26), T.R. (24), D.M. (21), H.P. (21), C.D. (19)

Hyung Line (oldest members) : Prince (Severus Snape) & L.V. (Tom Riddle)

Maknae Line (youngest members) : Draco Malfoy, Seven (Harry Potter), & Zed (Cedric Diggory)

Visual Line (“Faces/Most Handsome” of the group) : L.V., Draco, & Zed

Rap Line (Rappers in the group) : Prince & Zed

Dance Line (“Best” Dancers) : L.V., Seven, Prince, & Draco

Vocal Line (“Vocals of the group) : L.V., Seven, & Draco

Choreo Line (Take part in creating choreography) : Prince & L.V.

OTHER RANDOM INFO:

They work under G.G. Entertainment (G.G.E.) with Dumbledore as the Big Boss

Drarry is the most popular ship among fans

Dispatch is a company that takes photos of idols and tries to expose dating scandals

Dispatch Boss: so r they dating anyone

the hallow stan twt is crazy as fuck lmao

theres so many memes

solo stans are fans who only like 1 member of the group (the person is their favorite) and don’t pay attention to the others/give hate to the rest of DH

antis are just hateful ppl in general, they send lots of hate to either Hallows, one specific member, DH, or just the whole group in general

one time Severus and Harry did a vlive (they haven’t done one in a long time so sevenprince fans were excited! :0)!! Harry’s like, “Sev and I have a great plan for this live! :D” and then someone in the comments just says, “Can we have a different member on vlive please :/ i dont wanna look at both yall ugly mugs lmao” :((

Harry, “Cedric? Ah no he’s not here. Draco? He’s not here either sorry :(. Oh ok, I’ll get Tom for you guys.”

big sad^ :(

ot5 = loving the whole group; EX: “No solo stans allowed!! only ot5 enthusiasts!!!”

it does not mean they all fuck skshs

but All7 means they all fuck harry lmao

there’s this super popular twitter account called “@Sevensfw” and it’s basically just an account that posts bottom harry moans ft other DH members

DH wasn’t that popular before, but a fancam of L.V. dancing blew up on social media, and that got them a lot of attention

there will be lots,,, and lots,, of social media in this fic

we get inspiration from u guys as fans so go off on ur reactions

INFO OF THE MEMBERS UNDER THE CUT :)

MEMBERS

Prince / Severus Snape

Oldest in the group

Prince Stans are called: Robins

Produces most of the songs

Unofficial leader; whenever Harry’s not there he’s automatically in charge and no one questions it

Bat Dad / Goth Daddy

Joined G.G. Entertainment to become a producer but then got stuck with DH

“Nation’s Prince 💞💞💞” - Robins uwu

GENIUS !!!

He’s usually very frowny and makes lots of mean remarks but he’s rlly a soft boy daddy

He, Harry, and Tom are the ones who speak most in interviews

People say he’s lazy because he stays indoors most of the time but!!! He works his ass off helping produce most of the tracks the band makes

AND helps choreograph their dances and help run their big ass dorm

Husband material 10/10

Deep voice mmmm

Big ass softie for their leader

Snape: *makes Harry dance & moan for no reason at all* “all in the name of music.”

He and Harry have been labeled the “Mom & Dad” of DH by Hallows

He and Harry usually discuss big decisions to see what’s best for the group

Only other person he’s comfortable with besides Harry is Tom since they’re closer in age, and work together with choreography

He and Tom are chill buds; the “mature ones of the group”

When he first got into DH, he actually thought Harry was a visual of the group ;)

Harry needs help? Whether it be to get away from Visual Line or just in general Goth Daddy got him 😌

one time he and harry went to another country and couldn’t speak the language, and the waiter thought they were a couple bc of the way they acted around each other so they got a couple discount sksksks

So,, so underrated,,, like please stan this whole ass man

Why wouldn’t you??? like,,, he know how to cook, he humble, he got the tongue technology, husband material, high ass IQ,,, tall, dark,,,, what more can u ask for tbh?

you could also ride his nose lmao but ig thats reserved for Harry

L.V. / Tom Riddle

Visual as FUCK

Has the biggest vocal range; king can go from Deep & Raspy to High & Angelic in 0.001 seconds

One word to describe his voice: soulful

used to be part of the rapline in their early debut days, but for some reason he hasn’t rapped recently?? kows r thirsty pls rap for us again tommy boy,,,

bc of that he’s not “part” of the rapline, so he’s just labeled as a sub-rapper, which means he’s like the backup-backup rapper.

Wanted to be leader and kinda resented Harry for a bit before he met him and now he too, is whipped for Harry

Does not care for personal space, literally just crowds around Harry whenever the fuck he wants

He’s labeled himself as Harry’s personal seat, and is always pulling Harry into his lap

Tom’s never been touchy with others but for some reason Harry is just,,, There. He likes that feeling that Harry gives him whenever he’s around; he’s fascinated about his own actions toward Harry so he’s always trying to explore their physical intimacy

HES GOOD AT EVERYTHING AND HE KNOWS IT; everyone’s just like, “wtf that’s not fair”

Yeah he’s good at everything but he watches anime sksksk 🗿🗿🗿

Lowkey-Highkey dislikes Cedric bc dumb bitch unplugged his computer while he was binge watching bnha & happy go lucky mf named Tom’s fandom KOWs (like cows 🐄), when it was supposed to be Knights of Walpurgis smh

His dance!! His dance sequences always look like fight scenes and it’s the B E S T

Very smooth & quick on his feet

Literally so many fancams of him body rolling

Takes no shit from antis,, they’re not relevant.. only DH & Harry are 😤

Adopts any brand with the initials L.V. And everyone just goes along with it

Tom stans (KOWs) clown pre-debut Tom bc he was gonna have his stage name as “Lord Voldemort” and no one will let him live it down skskks

Was scouted by another agency- that agency asked him to audition for their company but he thought it was a scam; he would’ve been in a diff group if he went

Originally auditioned to G.G. Ent. To become an actor, but changed his mind.

Since he’s also one of the choreographers he’s always trying to make it so he and Harry get lots of skin ship

Draco Malfoy

Harry’s/Ferret’s/Hallows’ sugar daddy no lie

KING OF FANSERVICE

Whatever the fans want? The fans get. Whatever Harry wants? He gets it too.

Draco appreciates his Hallows/Ferrets sm,, he’s always reminding them that they are the ones who keep DH going and that without Hallows they wouldn’t be where they are

He always tries to go on vlive (think: IG live, but better) every 2 weeks even with their busy schedules and just spends time talking with the fans :’)

During concerts he’s interacting the most with everyone, walking around the stage the most so the fans can see him from different views: he’s always trying to make eye contact with them

He’s rich enough he doesn’t have to be an Idol but he still wants to stay ,, he wouldn’t give up DH & Hallows for anything.

also helps with any financial problems the boys have!! they need a place to rent? he got their backs

Center of the group!! This means whenever they’re dancing you’d usually find him in the center/middle position. The center is the one who calls attention to them-self the most and has to make sure their formation looks good; they have to carry the group during a performance. If the center looks bad, then the rest of the group and performance is too.

STABLE AS FUCK VOICE. Do you know how hard it is to dance and sing? At the same time??? Draco makes it so effortless,, when he sings and dances his voice doesn’t shake or waver- It’s stable and whenever he’s doing a live performance his voice sounds like it’s from the actual track

HE LOVES DANCING. Dance dance dance. He joined DH because he really just wanted to dance, he didn’t think he’d be part of the vocal line lmao but ugh king got thru

He & Harry are both 21, and Draco’s always making it a point that he’s older than Harry (only by 2 months!); since they’re the same age, they relate and hang out with each other more. He and Harry usually go out and have “bro-dates”. He talks to Harry abt personal problems n vice versa.

He and Harry always support each other and have formed that bff bond and Draco’s always pulling Harry towards him on stage so Harry will get noticed more (since Harry’s one of the unpopular members, while he himself is veeerry popular)

Antis usually say that Draco doesn’t really have any talent and that he just bought his way into DH with his money and good looks, and that he doesn’t deserve his place as ‘center’ :(

The Confident Gay,,, always slapping that Harry booty.

Cheesy asf,, any chance he gets he always flirts w Harry

Seven / Harry Potter

Best leader 11/10

Always comforting members !! He sings to them to make them happy :)

Main vocal- king can hit that note 😩.

Voice is very calming/lullaby like. Relaxing uwu.

Mother hen lmao,, he’s always worried about his group and how they’re doing

Thighs

Duality king go from 0-10000000 real quick

What a caring bitch I love him

Gives special massages to his members when they feel stressed,, and in turn they help him when he needs to step down from all that leader work.

He’s not really one to do ‘cute things for the fans on purpose’ but when he does he gets really embarrassed,, flustered bb will hide his face behind his hands n cover himself. He’d hide his face in his clothes, on another member’s chest/shoulder, or look at the ground while he stirs in cute embarrassment

Knows the members have some type of fascination with him so he uses that as like a punishment/reward system- “First one to memorize all their lines And choreo gets to go with me to help pick out my clothes.”

Insult his group? Won’t hesitate to cut u with his long eyelashes + sharp tongue lmao

Reassuring Hallows that they’re fine even when they get hate because they have each other,, DH/Hallows is best ship

Blames himself when another member gets hate- he feels like he’s not taking care of his group and he’s trying his best to make them feel not excluded :(

Lil bun bun uwu 🐰Seven Nation !! Stay winning 🤩🤩🤩 Protecc this hard working baby 😩

On stage he’s a force to be reckoned with,, like ugh what a sexy boi hshsh,, but off stage!!! A literal cutie!!!!! Soft & pure

Second half of underrated duo

Built up muscle during debut, but throughout the years/eras he went a bit lax, and since he didn’t have as much muscles since before, he’s gotten a lot of hate :( The members love his squishy cheeks n thicc thighs but antis think he should have a sharper jaw line hhh

oblivious mf,,, he rlly went on a date with a female idol from another company without knowing it was a date hh this boy

actually got in DH because he lost a bet

Zed / Cedric Diggory

Sunshine boy!! ☀️ Literally a ray of happiness in the group,,, always smiling and keeping everyone happy