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When He Back Hugs You ~ Victon Reaction

Seungwoo:

His eyes watched you carefully as Seungwoo followed you around the room, hiding behind the corner of the bedroom to catch you.

As you passed Seungwoo he jumped out, making you jump back as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Surprise,” he laughed as your breath hitched in your throat.

“You idiot,” you scolded, trying your best to wrestle out of Seungwoo’s grip, but he was far too strong for you as he kept a hold of you.

“I’m sorry, it was too good of a chance,” he told you.

“Why do you always scare me like that?”

Seungwoo struggled to hold back his laughter as you continued to gasp in surprise. “It’s just so easy for me to scare you, I can’t help myself sometimes.”

“I hate you,” you muttered under your breath, only making the laughter that came from Seungwoo behind you even louder as he got the perfect reaction.

After a few moments an apologetic kiss was placed to the side of your head, “don’t stay mad at me, I didn’t mean to make you jump so bad.”

“You definitely did, I know exactly what you’re like.”

Seungsik:

A squeal came from you as you found yourself being pulled back as you went to walk into the bathroom, feeling yourself hit Seungsik.

He hugged you tightly from behind as you caught your breath from his sudden appearance. “Happy birthday,” he whispered after a few moments, kissing your cheek.

“Thank you,” you laughed as Seungsik trailed several kisses along the top of your shoulder too, “you were still asleep in bed just then.”

“I wanted to get up with the birthday girl,” he joked.

“You’re not leaving my side, are you?”

Seungsik’s head shook proudly in response to you, “I want to spend all day with you so that I can make as many memories as possible on your birthday.”

“I’m interested to hear what you’ve got planned for today,” you chimed, looking back to Seungsik as you tried to get a couple of spoilers out of him for your day.

He knew you better though as he remained tight lipped. “You’ll just have to wait and see, but I promise that you’ll love it.”

“Good, that’s the only thing that matters to me.”

Sejun:

You turned around as you heard the bedroom door opening, knowing that there was only one person it could be as Sejun walked into the room.

He was drawn to you straight away as he noticed you wiping underneath your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?” He quizzed, walking over and coming up behind you with a hug.

“I’m alright,” you responded, looking away from Sejun as you tried to hide the fact that you had got teary eyed from Sejun as he studied you.

“Do you want to be honest with me now?” Sejun asked.

“It’s nothing, no need to worry.”

His brows furrowed as he carried on watching you, “there must be something going on if you’ve got upset, I can tell that you’ve been crying Y/N.”

“Don’t worry,” you tried to tell Sejun again, but his head shook as he squeezed tightly around your frame, determined to get to the bottom of what was upsetting you.

A soft sigh came from him as he tried once again, “don’t shut me out Y/N, just talk to me, whatever it is I can help you out, right?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I guess it’s just work.”

Hanse:

The sound of someone yawning in your ear made you jump as Hanse suddenly appeared behind you, resting in tightly against the crook of your neck.

He knew that you were watching him as you reached back and took a hold of his hand. “I’m so tired,” he grumbled, searching for a little comfort from you to make him feel better.

“Why don’t we head to bed if you’re tired?” You suggested with little left that you needed to do for the day, “then you can get some rest?”

“But will I be able to cuddle you like this in bed?” Hanse enquired.

“I’m sure that we can figure it out.”

A slow nod of the head followed from Hanse as he continued to back hug you as you led him towards the stairs. “Have I ever told you how comfy you are?”

“Now I know you’re definitely tired, you’re being nice to me,” you couldn’t help but tease, even managing to bring a sleepy laugh out of Hanse behind you.

Hanse’s head shook as you reached the bottom step, “I can be nice to you, sometimes, and not only when I want something too.”

“Once or twice you might’ve been nice to me.”

Subin: 

You tried to walk past Subin as you noticed him in the room, but he was too quick, snaking his arms around your waist and capturing you against his chest.

You kept staring forwards, not responding to him at all. “I hate when we fight, do you think we can talk and figure this out?” Subin asked you, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“I guess,” you frowned, still giving very little to Subin as you spoke in a barely audible whisper, “we can’t carry this on forever, can we?”

“I’m sorry for all that I said to you earlier,” Subin quickly told you.

“I’m sorry too, it was uncalled for.”

Slowly you began to relax in Subin’s hold as you broke down the walls that you had up around you. “I probably deserved what you said to me a little bit.”

“It was still mean,” you noted, resting your head back slightly against his shoulder, “I should’ve been the bigger person and just ignored what you said to me.”

Subin smiled as he listened to you scold yourself, “I think we can both agree that we should put this behind us, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I definitely agree with that idea.”

Byungchan:

A chuckle came from you as Byungchan came up behind you and hugged you as soon as he found you in the room, resting his chin against your shoulder with a smile.

As you looked back to him, Byungchan couldn’t help but laugh too. “I’m so happy to be home, I missed your hugs so much whilst I was on the road,” he whispered to you.

“I missed your hugs more,” you insisted as you rested your hands against Byungchan’s that were against your stomach.

“I just want to stay here all day now,” Byungchan admitted.

“We’ve got things to do though.”

A groan came from him as he pulled you tighter into your chest, “are you sure that all of those boring things can’t wait for another day?”

“As much as I’d like to stay cuddled up with you all day too, we’ve got jobs to do,” you reminded him, “maybe we can stay like this once we’ve got everything done.”

Byungchan reluctantly nodded as you looked back at him again, “were you always this mean to me before I went on the road?”

“Stop being so dramatic now that you’re home.”

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Masterlist

[etherealyoonghwa]

Victon Recommendations

Subin

𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠 @annyeongffs

Jung Subin @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness

7 Minutes in Heaven @saltys-writings

so, pull me closer @afterglowsw

ot7

[aquablues-archive]

rating kdramas based on how much of them i watched

my name, all episodes: 6/10, i was into it when i was watching it up until the ending i just thought it was. too fast

itaewon class, all episodes: 0/10, horrible. worst main characters i’ve ever seen, hated the plot, hated the ending, never watch again list

hometown cha cha cha, 2 of 16 episodes but it was episode 8 and 9: 5/10 and all 5 points r because hyunwoo was in it. -5 points bc he wasn’t in episode 9 and he had no speaking parts he was literally just there and all he did was flip his hair around . my king

the kings affection, 4 of 20 episodes but it was not in order: 3/10 bc i didn’t know any of the characters or the plot i was only watching it in parts bc my mom was watching it. 1 point for byungchan, 1 point for seokwoo, and 1 point for nam yoonsu

sweet home, half of episode 1 of 10 episode: 2/10 i wasn’t bored but it didn’t make me wanna watch the rest

juvenile justice, all episodes: 5/10 it was boring at some parts but i like the idea and i did watch it in one sitting . her villain origin story was not mind blowing but also my jaw did drop like i shouldn’t have laughed like it was rlly bad that i laughed but i just couldn’t imagine that would be the reason she’s doing this

squid game, all episodes: 1/10 watched it before everyone started overhyping it and it was still mid even before it had those high expectations . the ending was absolutely horrible and i hope his red hair gets burnt off . 1 point for jung hoyeon

twenty five twenty one, 20 minutes of the first episode of 16 episodes: 2/10 i already forgot what it was about but 1 point for nam joohyuk and 1 point for bona

our beloved summer, 1 of 16 episodes: 3/10 it was decent i just never went back to it. 2 points for the guy that plays jiwoong and 1 point for woongs art style

vincenzo, 1.75 of 20 episodes: 2/10 watched it bc everyone said it was good but i was barely holding on to that second episode i was so bored and the lawyer lady got on my nerves . 2 points bc she was also funny and i like that guy that works with her who says random english things in the middle of his sentences

start up, 5 of 16 episodes: 5/10 i liked it but i got bored and i didn’t like jipyeong. 5 points for nam joohyuk

kingdom, all episodes: 8/10 i liked it so much i watched a whole second season of it. -2 points bc i would barely remember the characters

tomorrow, 13.5 of 16 episodes: 8/10 i thought it was interesting, 5 points for lee soohyuk, 1 for ryunggu, 1 for seokwoo, and 1 for kong. they dragged out ryeon and sexy grim reaper man’s backstory too much for my liking like y r they enemies 13 episodes later i still don’t know .

[k-ittie]

[ohmyjinsus]

this love

choi byungchan x gender neutral! reader

childhood friends to lovers to exes to ??? || 8.3k (also it’s an idol! au)

I wrote this so long ago and I don't know why I felt like posting in today but here we go - I honestly genuinely think this is some of my best writing ever so uhhhhh enjoy I guess (also listen to this love by taylor swift because this was 110% inspired by that) (sorry for the bad summary)

summary: you and byungchan were always meant to be together, until he debuted and left you behind - will the two of you find your way back to each other in the end?

It was the beginning of summer when the moving truck showed up across the street. You had never been more excited in your life. At five years old, you were dying for somebody new to play with. You prayed that whoever moved in had kids your age. Thankfully, they did.

You met Byungchan a week later, while you were at the park. He needed someone to play soccer with and you were the only other kid around. Soon after that, the two of you became best friends. You were constantly outside or at each others’ houses.

Over time, your parents started joking about your future wedding. Both of you thought it was disgusting, but everyone knew you’d fall in love at some point.

You realize they were right when you’re 16. It’s the first time Byungchan mentions anything about marrying you.

He asked you to go out with him when you were 10, and you’ve been “dating” ever since. No one, including the two of you, took it seriously at first. But over the past six years, you realized your romantic feelings for him were growing and growing. Thankfully, it’s been mutual.

The two of you always walk home from school together, so when the bell rings, you grab your things so you can head to your usual meeting spot. The second you step out of your classroom, Byungchan is there.

“y/n, guess what!” The only other time you’ve seen him this excited is after your first kiss. You rush over to him and take his hands in yours.

“Did you hear back?” Your boyfriend’s wanted to be an idol for years. After countless auditions, you’re praying someone’s finally recognized his talent.

“They’ve accepted me!” You throw yourself into his arms. “I’m officially going to be a trainee.”

“That’s so exciting!” You squeeze him as tight as you possibly can. “I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks,” he whispers, bending down to kiss your cheek.

“We should celebrate,” you tell him.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.” You grab his hand and pull him along with you.“Let’s go.”

The first place you go is your favourite bakery. You tell Byungchan you have to have cake, or else it’s not a proper celebration. After that, you visit the mall, stopping at a photo booth. When he kisses you during one of the photos you roll your eyes, but you can’t stop yourself from smiling. Both of you put a copy of the photos in your wallets.

You’re walking around, hand in hand, when you pass a jewellery shop. Byungchan stops walking when he realizes you’ve stopped. You peer through the window, trying to see if there’s anything worthwhile.

“Want to go in?” Your boyfriend asks. You nod, pulling him through the doors.

You wander around, looking at everything. You really only wear accessories like this for special occasions, but you enjoy looking. Once you’ve seen everything, you head over to Byungchan.

“See anything?” You shake your head. He points to the display in front of him. “What if we got matching rings?”

“Are you trying to marry me?”

“Yes,” he responds. When he notices the look on your face, he immediately clarifies. “Not right now, but eventually.” You’re surprised at how casually he says it.

“Really?” You ask quietly. He places a kiss on your forehead as an answer. “So what are these matching rings for?”

“No particular reason,” he says. “Just a placeholder until I buy you an engagement ring.” You roll your eyes at that, but you do love the idea.

“I can’t wait for that day,” you tell him.

“Me neither.”

===

The second time Byungchan says he wants to marry you is when you break up.

You knew his life would get much busier once he started training, but the two of you have made it work for the past two years. Now that you’re 18 and out of school, you’re able to meet him outside his dorm a couple times a week to go on dates. When you can’t see each other in person, he’ll call you before bed and you’ll fall asleep on the phone talking to each other. You’re happy he’s still in your life despite how hectic everything is for him.

On a random Saturday, the two of you make plans to go see a movie in the evening. He said he would pick you up at 6, but when Byungchan shows up at your door after lunch, you’re shocked.

“What’s wrong?”

“y/n, I have a debut date.” The smile on his face makes your heart swell. He’s been waiting for this for years.

“You’re joking.” He shakes his head. “Oh my god.”

You step out the front door so you can give him a hug. “There’s still another three months, but this is amazing.”

“It’s what you deserve,” you tell him, reaching up to give him a kiss.

He’s so caught up in celebrating with you and his group that neither of you realize what this means for your relationship. Not until Byungchan calls you a few weeks later and asks to see you.

“What do you mean?” You’re in your room, getting ready for bed. You figured the two of you would talk for a while before you went to sleep, like usual.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Byungchan, what’s wrong?” His voice sounds serious, it scares you.

“I’m on my way to your house right now, I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“But-”

“Don’t worry, y/n.” He says before hanging up. That only makes your anxiety rise.

You try to push it away, grabbing a sweater before heading out. Soon after you step outside, your boyfriend shows up. The first thing you notice is that he’s crying.

“Baby,” you immediately run over and pull him into your arms. “What’s going on?”

He doesn’t say anything, burying his head in your neck instead. The longer you hold him, the more scared you get. You guide him to your porch, where both of you sit down on the step.

“y/n,” Byungchan says quietly. “We need to break up.”

“What?” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“Our manager spoke to me today and told me I need to reevaluate my priorities,” his voice sounds like it’s going to break. You wrap your arm around his shoulders and pull him into you again. “Apparently I’m spending too much time with you, and if I want to debut, I need to focus on the team.”

You don’t even know what to say. You just focus on Byungchan being next to you. You can’t imagine what your life would be like without him, although you knew this day would come eventually. You know all these companies have dating bans, you just never thought about how they would apply to you.

“I don’t want to leave you.” That’s when the tears start falling from his eyes again. “I love you so much, y/n.”

“Shh,” you tell him, rubbing his back. “It’s okay.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while, while you run it over in your mind. He’s going to have to leave soon anyway. Even if he wasn’t expected to travel and do shows after his debut, he’d be even more busy and definitely wouldn’t have time to spend with you. That’s what makes your heart break more than anything.

“I don’t want to do it,” he says quietly.

“Don’t want to do what?” He sits up, looking at you. When he notices you’re crying too, he reaches over to wipe the tears out of your eyes. You grab his hands and hold them tightly in your own.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You can’t let this opportunity go to waste,” you say. “The boys need you.”

“You need me too.” You give him a small smile.

“Byungchan.” You look right into his eyes. “I love you.”

“I know.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Why is this so hard?”

“Because it’s important to you,” you tell him. “You’ve wanted to be an idol longer than you’ve wanted me.”

“That’s not true,” he responds, right away.

“Don’t be silly.” You run a hand through his hair. “I always knew you’d have to leave.”

He moves away so he can press a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t break up with you like this. I want to do it properly.”

“Is there a proper way to break up with someone?”

“I just want one last night with you before this is over.”

“I’d like that,” you say quietly.

“I wish I could stay with you right now,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to fall asleep without you.”

When his voice breaks, you almost sob on the spot. You’ve only seen Byungchan cry a handful of times in the 13 years you’ve known him. He doesn’t like anyone seeing him upset, so seeing him so emotional breaks your heart. Especially knowing it’s because of you.

“It’ll be okay,” you try to reassure him, and yourself. “We’ll make our last night worth it.”

“Okay,” he says, getting up slowly. “I guess I should go back now.” You nod awkwardly as he helps you up.

“I love you.” You give him what’s meant to be a quick kiss, but he kisses you deeper than you expected.

“I love you too,” he whispers back, wrapping his arms around you. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Go on,” you tell him, pulling away after a few seconds. The longer he stays, the more it’ll hurt when he leaves. “Go make me proud.” He smiles at that before kissing you again.

“Goodnight y/n.” He’s trying to act like this is any other night, but you can hear the pain in his voice.

“Goodnight my love.”

You watch as he fades into the distance, making sure he’s completely gone before you make your way back inside to your bed. The first thing you do is take a sleeping pill so you can fall asleep quickly, not having to think about this living nightmare any longer than necessary.

While you’re asleep, dreaming of Byungchan, he texts you.

Byungchan: I’m sorry

Byungchan: I love you

The following weekend, you get the house to yourself. You had completely forgotten about your distant cousin’s wedding. They live about an hour away, so your family decides to stay the weekend there. When you pretend to be sick, they’re concerned, but eventually decide to let you stay home alone. If you’re acting weird, no one notices or calls you out on it. You’re extremely grateful.

When you tell Byungchan, it’s bittersweet. You’ve been dreading your final night together, but you’re also happy you can enjoy this time with him. Neither of you plan anything particularly special, but he says he’ll bring you food.

That Saturday, you spend your time decorating the living room. You wish you had a balcony to make this truly romantic, but you’ll work with what you have. You set up lights and hang up sheets to create a fort of sorts. It doesn’t turn out as pretty as you hoped it would, but you know Byungchan won’t mind.

He shows up at 7:00, like he said he would. When you open the door, you immediately wrap your arms around him. You haven’t seen him at all this past week. It feels insanely weird, but you know it’ll be your reality after today. You may as well get used to it.

“I missed you too, y/n.” You pull away, realizing Byungchan’s carrying some take out boxes. You help him with them, leading him inside to the living room. When you put the boxes down on the coffee table, you realize where they’re from.

“Wait,” you say, turning to him. “Our first date.” He nods, smiling at you.

“I thought it would be nice.”

“It is,” you tell him.

You get nervous while he looks around the room, taking in your mediocre decorations. It’s not like you to be anxious in front of him, but considering the circumstances, you find yourself shaking.

“This is really cute,” he says.

“You think so?” He nods. “Should we eat?”

The two of you sit on the floor inside your fort and dig in. You’re trying to act like normal, like this isn’t the last time you’re going to see him. You shake that thought out of your head while you eat. Byungchan tells you about his week, and the plans for their debut. You nod here and there, genuinely interested. Although it hurts, you can hear the excitement in his voice and you’re extremely happy for him.

After you finish eating and cleaning up, Byungchan pulls you onto the couch with him. You cuddle up to him, noticing that he’s holding you tighter than usual.

“What are you thinking y/n?” He asks quietly.

“I miss you already,” you answer, honestly.

“We’ll find our way back to each other someday.” You shake your head.

“Maybe,” you say. “But I don’t want both of us to let our lives pass us by thinking that. You deserve to be happy, regardless of if I’m there. For all we know, we may never see each other again.”

“Sh,” Byungchan says, kissing you to shut you up. “Don’t say that.”

“I hope you’re right,” you tell him. “I really do.”

He intertwines his fingers in yours, kissing you again. The two of you sit in silence for a little while, while he plays with the ring on your finger.

“I was supposed to marry you,” he says, mostly to himself. “I have the ring and everything.”

“You what?”

“I brought it, if you want to see.” You hesitate. You know you’re going to cry at some point today. Why not now?

“I do.”

You watch as he gets up and crosses the room to where his jacket is. He grabs the box out of the pocket and comes back. When he hands it to you, you shake your head.

“Can we pretend?” You ask quietly. “I just want to know what it would have felt like.”

“Sure,” he responds. You sit up on the couch so you’re facing him properly. “I didn’t have a plan or anything, I was just planning on doing it whenever the moment felt right.”

“That’s sweet.”

When he gets down on one knee, your eyes fill up with tears. You’ve been imagining this for ages, but you never thought it would be like this. Seeing Byungchan like this makes you so incredibly happy, but then you remember it’s not real, and your heart breaks all over again.

“I’m not sure what I would have said either,” he admits, “but I’ve wanted to marry you since we were seven. I didn’t even know what love was, but I fell off my bike and you walked me home, and I thought that maybe that was it.”

You remember that day. Byungchan had scrapes on both of his knees. It was the first time you ever saw him cry, but you didn’t laugh. You just held his hand and walked him back to his house. Then you stayed until he felt better.

“I was right, of course,” you smile as he continues. “It’s almost like there’s some invisible string of fate tying us together. I’ve always known I’m meant to be with you.”

You want to say me too but you know you won’t be getting your happy ending. You keep quiet and wipe the tears out of your eyes.

“y/n, I love you more than anything, and I know I’ll never love anyone else this much.” He opens the box. “If things were different, would you have married me?”

“Without a doubt.” He holds the ring out to you.

“Do you want to wear it?” Now his voice sounds like it’s going to break. You move your promise ring from your left hand to your right hand.

“You do it.” As he slides the ring onto your finger, you try not to cry again.

Once he sits next to you again, you take a look at it.

“This is gorgeous,” you tell him.

“I try my best.” You smirk at that. “I wish it actually meant something.”

“It does.” You give him a quick kiss.

The two of you spend the following hours on the couch. You go back through all your memories of each other, from when you met all the way up until now. There’s lots of laughter, but some tears. Although it hurts, you can’t ignore how lucky you are to have even been with Byungchan in the first place.

Around 2am, you’re both falling asleep. Before you pass out completely, you drag him upstairs to your room with you. You throw your phones on the nightstand and immediately fall into bed. As soon as you’re lying down, Byungchan’s arms are around you again.

You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest. As you breathe him in, you try to memorize everything about this moment. Your biggest fear is forgetting what it feels like to be in his arms.

“y/n,” he whispers. You feel his arms tighten around you. “Tell me not to go.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not being silly.” You move so you can look at him. As you sit up, he grabs your hands in his. “If you tell me not to do it, I won’t. I’ll tell them I changed my mind.”

“Sh,” you say, running a hand through his hair. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“Because you love me.” You shake your head as he sits up himself.

“I do love you,” you tell him. “That’s why I’m letting you go. It would be selfish and stupid of me to ask you to stay.”

“No it wouldn’t.”

“Byungchan,” you say quietly. “I know you’re scared.”

“Of course I’m scared-”

“Not about losing me,” you cut him off. “About debuting.”

He stays silent for a second, avoiding your eyes.

“Everyone will love you,” you reassure him.

“What if I’m the least popular member of the group?” You hit him. “I’m serious. All the others are much more talented than me.”

“Shut up,” he smiles. “You’ll always be my bias.”

“Good.”

“Who wouldn’t want to bias you?” He kisses your cheek. “In addition to having a lovely voice and great dancing skills, you’re sweet, and funny, and kind, and adorable.”

“Tell me more y/n,” he says, nuzzling his face in your neck. You roll your eyes. “Thanks.”

“You’ll be fine,” you tell him. “The boys will take good care of you. I trust them.”

“Me too.”

“There you go,” you settle back into his arms, laying down again. “It’ll be great. I have faith in all of you.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I am,” you tell him. “Now go to sleep.”

“Fine,” he says, laughing. “Goodnight y/n.”

He reaches over to turn the light off, before pulling you closer. Once you’re comfortable, resting against his chest, you close your eyes.

“Goodnight Byungchan.”

When you wake up the following morning, Byungchan is still fast asleep. You stay in his arms as long as you possibly can. You can’t believe this is the last time you’ll see him for who knows how long, maybe ever. The longer you can make it last, the better.

You’re falling asleep again when his ringtone starts playing from the nightstand. Both of you jump up, shocked by the noise.

“Sorry,” he says to you, sitting up in bed. You sit up as well, staying close to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes again.

“Hello,” he says into the phone. You’ve never met any of his managers, but you can tell it’s one of them. “What time do you need me there?”

While he talks, he takes your hand in his. You think back to your middle of the night conversation. Begging him to stay doesn’t seem like a terrible option right now. You don’t know what you’ll do once he’s gone and you have to return to your empty bed.

He’s on the phone for quite a while. You try to tune his voice out, hoping he doesn’t have to leave just yet. When he hangs up, he squeezes your hand.

“y/n, I’m sorry.”

“You have to go.” It’s not a question. You can just tell.

“Yeah.”

“I mean you were going to eventually.” You say, trying to act like it doesn’t bother you. “Come on,” you tell him, getting out of bed.

Neither of you speak as you get up. Byungchan grabs all his things from around your room, stopping to look at every picture you have of both of you. The entire history of your relationship is scattered around your walls. He picks up the photo of the two of you the day you bought your promise rings.

“You should put this in your wallet.”

“What?” You ask, pulling on a clean shirt. It’s one of his, of course.

“That’s where I keep mine.” You walk over and take it from him.

“I will.” He smiles at you, and it almost breaks your heart. You poke his dimple, trying not to think about how that’s probably the last time you’ll get to do it.

“Good.”

Within minutes, he’s got all his things and the two of you are standing at your front door. You’ve already told him you won’t walk him to his dorm. Both of you agreed it would be best for him to say bye here.

“y/n,” he says as the two of you stand in the doorway. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Me neither,” you tell him. “Good luck? Not that you need it.”

“Thanks.” Both of you are extremely awkward. “Are you still sure you don’t want me to stay?”

You nod slowly. “Go live out your dreams. You’re going to be amazing.”

“I hope you get to do the same thing,” he says. “I just want you to be happy, y/n.”

“I will be,” you reassure him. “Not any time soon, but one day. And so will you.”

“Yeah.” He pulls you into his arms. You hug him back, tighter than you ever have before. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You hold onto each other for as long as possible. When you finally pull away, he gives you a kiss. Your last one.

“Go,” you whisper, when he doesn’t move away. “The longer you stay, the harder it’s going to be.”

“You’re right.” The second his arms aren’t around you anymore, you feel cold. “I guess I should.”

“Good luck,” you say, as he steps outside. You follow him, standing on your porch. The same one where he picked you up on your first date. The same one where he told you he was breaking up with you. And now it’s the one where you’ll say your final goodbyes.

“You already said that.”

“I love you.” He smiles.

“You already said that too.”

“Sorry,” you say, trying not to cry as you say your next words. “Goodbye Byungchan.”

“Bye y/n.” He leans and kisses your cheek before turning away. He’s fighting back tears as well.

You watch as he walks down your street, further and further away from you. You keep hoping he’s going to turn around and run back, but you know that would make this harder.

As his figure becomes smaller and smaller, your heart breaks even more.

When he turns the corner, you know he’s really gone. You can’t help but fall to your knees as your emotions overtake you. You have no idea how long you stay there, sobbing on your front porch.

Eventually you find the strength to stand and go back into your house. Once you’re in your room, you pick up the picture from the photo booth again. The two of you look so happy. That version of you could have never predicted this is how your love would end.

You consider putting it in your wallet, like you said you would, but you know that would just break you every time you saw it. You put it in your drawer, so it’s completely out of sight. You’ll have to do the same with all your other pictures, but you can’t find it in you right now.

As you close the drawer, you remember the engagement ring on your finger. You pull it off, throwing it in as well. Then you slam the drawer shut so hard, you jump. You don’t care, you just don’t want to see that ring again.

===

The third time you hear Byungchan talk about marriage is years later, while you’re out having dinner with your friends.

You haven’t spoken to him since the day he left. A month later, you left your hometown and never looked back. You couldn’t stand walking past the places you used to go together and remembering all the moments you shared. When the opportunity to leave came up, you took it right away.

Now, five years later, you’re someone completely different. You’re 23, in a new city, where no one you know is aware of your past with Byungchan. You’re just somebody who moved here for university and decided to stick around afterwards. Some of your friends are Victon fans, but whenever they talk about them, you smile and say their music isn’t really your thing.

All of you decide to go out on a Friday night, just for the hell of it. You’re sitting in the booth at the back of the restaurant when one of your friends notices the TV in the corner.

“Look,” she says, “it’s that band you like.” All of your heads look up.

“Oh my god, Hanse looks so good!” One of your other friends says. You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t care. But when you catch a glimpse of Byungchan, you can’t ignore the longing in your chest. You do miss him from time to time. More often than you’d like to admit. Especially when he smiles like that. You remember when you used to be the reason for that look on his face.

“Turn it up please,” someone says to the bartender. Once the volume’s loud enough, all of you go quiet.

You haven’t been keeping up with the group recently. You know they had a comeback recently, as your friend had spoken about it a few weeks ago. It only makes sense they would be doing interviews as a part of their promotions.

“I’m sure you get this question a lot,” the interviewer says. “But if you weren’t idols, what do you think you’d be doing?”

You listen as they go down the line, trying to guess what Byungchan’s answer will be. For as long as you can remember, he wanted to be an idol. You’re sure he mentioned something else when the two of you were young, but it doesn’t come to mind now.

“And you, Byungchan?” You flinch at the mention of his name, trying to focus on something else. You take the promise ring off your finger and start fiddling with that to distract yourself, but then you remember where it’s from.

“I was actually dating someone before we debuted,” you hear him say. That makes you freeze. “If I weren’t an idol, I think we’d be married by now.”

“That’s so cute!” One of your friends says, but you ignore them, keeping your eyes glued to the screen. “Bless his heart.”

“Do you keep in touch?” The interviewer asks. Byungchan shakes his head. That’s when you notice him twirling the ring on his own finger. You’re shocked he still wears it after all this time.

“We haven’t spoken in years.” He shrugs it off and smiles though. “I’m sure we’re both living out our dreams. They just didn’t happen to include each other.” To anyone else, it would seem like he’s just speaking normally, but you notice the minor shakiness in his voice. Thankfully, Subin’s next to answer and quickly shifts the attention to himself.

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” your other friend says.

“I hope they find their way back to each other someday,” another one replies. You stare at the table in front of you. “Did you notice that ring on his finger? I wonder if they had matching ones.”

At that exact moment, your own slips out of your hand and onto the floor. Someone reaches down and grabs it for you. Before he hands it over, he hesitates.

“Hey, your ring kind of looks like his, y/n.” You smile awkwardly, taking it back. “Are you sure you aren’t his long lost lover?”

“Tons of people have silver rings like this,” you say, trying to keep your cool. “You should get one too.”

Another friend suggests all of you get matching ones, which makes everyone laugh. Soon after, your food arrives.

You pray no one notices how quiet you are for the rest of the night.

===

The wedding invitation arrives on a Thursday. You’re grabbing the mail from your mailbox when you notice a slightly bigger envelope. When you pull it out, you’re confused. There’s no return address on it, but it’s definitely addressed to you.

Once it’s opened, you see it’s from a high school friend back home. The two of you have kept in touch since you left, but you wouldn’t consider yourself to be close friends. She messages you sometimes, just to check in, but you haven’t seen each other in person in years. You’re surprised she thought to invite you. She must have gotten your address from your family.

At first, you don’t want to go. The only time you go home is during the holidays, otherwise you avoid it at all costs. Your family does miss you, but they understand you have a life of your own now. You’d hate to admit the memories of Byungchan still haunt you. They’re the main reason you still hate going back.

However, your friend calls you the following week, specifically asking you to attend the wedding. She thinks it would be nice for everyone to see each other again. You can’t argue with that. She was always a good friend to you, helping you with homework whenever needed. She was also one of the very few people you spent time with outside of school. It’s impossible to say no, so by the end of your phone call, you agree.

You book a train ticket right after. You decide to go the day before the wedding, then you’ll spend three days in your childhood home, and take the train back on Monday.

On your train ride over, you stay on your laptop the whole time, focusing on your work. In the past few days leading up to your trip, you’ve noticed yourself growing jealous. The thought of going home, and seeing the places you used to go with Byungchan, has been painful enough. But then you think of the wedding and the engagement ring that’s still in your desk and it hurts even more. It was supposed to be you and Byungchan getting married, not someone else.

When you get home, your family is elated to see you. You put your things away and spend the evening with them, catching up on all you’ve missed since your last phone call. When you go to bed, you’re too exhausted to think of anything else and fall asleep right away.

The following day, you spend the morning getting ready for the wedding. You haven’t seen your school mates in years, you have to make an effort to look great. The entire point of you moving away was to become someone new and improved. You need to make that evident to your former peers as well.

You leave your house at the last possible minute, not wanting to arrive any earlier than necessary. The last thing you want is to have to make awkward small talk with people you have nothing in common with anymore.

When you arrive at the venue, you take a seat in the back, trying not to be seen. It’s times like these when you regret cutting ties with everyone in your hometown. It would be great to have somebody to sit with and talk to right now, but you sit awkwardly instead, focusing on the ceremony pamphlet in front of you.

Although there is the small hint of jealousy in the back of your mind, you can’t deny it’s a beautiful wedding. You vaguely remember the groom from high school. He’s a few years older than you, and he and your friend started dating once you had graduated, so you never spent much time with him. He seems nice though.

When it’s time for the reception, you choose a seat in the back again. You wish you could get something from the bar, but you’ll be driving. You sit and distract yourself with your phone instead, texting your friends back home.

After a while, you decide it might be a good idea to be sociable. You glance around the room, trying to see if there’s anyone you know. That’s when you spot a familiar face on the other side of the room.

You have to be hallucinating. There’s no way Byungchan is here. He’s got more important things to do. He’s an idol, he can’t be coming to some random classmate’s wedding. Sure, he was close with the bride as well, but not close enough to attend something like this.

You shake the idea out of your head, refusing to look in that direction again. You need air. There’s a balcony overlooking the garden where you’re all gathered. You grab your things and head there as quickly as your feet can take you.

Once you’re up there, you lean against the railing, trying to calm yourself down. You’re wrong. It’s definitely not him. There’s no way.

You don’t know why it makes you feel so anxious. Even if it is him, what’s the worst that could happen? Your mind starts to run through all the possibilities. What if he’s dating someone else? What if he’s going to marry someone else? You feel like crying.

As you try to take deep breaths, you can hear footsteps behind you. You ignore it, figuring it’s someone random looking for the bathroom or something.

“y/n, is that you?”

You spin around so fast, it almost makes you dizzy. When you see Byungchan standing in front of you, you’re at a loss for words.

“Are you okay?” He asks, rushing to your side. “You look kind of frazzled.”

“I’m fine.” You shake your head. “I’m just surprised to see you.”

“Is that a happy surprised or…?” He looks scared too.

“I’m not sure yet,” you admit. He smiles at that.

“Should I get you some water or something?” Byungchan moves to head downstairs again, but you grab his arm before he can. The contact makes both of you freeze for a second.

“I’m okay.” You quickly drop your hand. “Thanks though.”

You have no idea what to say to him. Although you hoped you would see him again, you never thought it would actually happen.

“Are you having fun?” Byungchan asks suddenly. You look over at him. He’s just as lost as you are. That’s reassuring.

“Not really,” you tell him. “I haven’t spoken to any of these people in years.”

“Me neither.”

“I know that,” you say jokingly. He smiles, which makes you feel much more at ease. It’s awkward for both of you, but you’ve known each other for almost 2 decades. You shouldn’t be so concerned about what he thinks.

You ask him if he went to the ceremony. He says no, he only got here this morning. You want to ask why he bothered coming in the first place, but something holds you back. The two of you talk about how pretty the reception is and how they planned it really well.

“I wanted a photobooth at my wedding too,” you say without thinking. Byungchan glares at you.

“You got married?” You shake your head quickly.

“No, no,” you reassure him. “I wanted to get married but…” You hesitate. “I don’t anymore.”

He stays silent, realizing what you mean. You wonder if it’s been the same for him. Over the years, you’ve thought about dating again, but you could never bring yourself to do it. You never wanted to be the kind of person who’s hung up on their ex for years after, but you just can’t move on from Byungchan. Your heart won’t let you.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, he decides to break the tension.

“Have you been keeping up with our new comeback?”

“I saw the music video,” you say, deciding to wind him up. “Seungsik’s looking nice these days. You know he’s my bias, right?” Byungchan smirks. The fact that you can still make him smile makes you insanely happy.

“No, he’s not.” He moves closer to you, so both of you are looking out at the party below.

“Shut up.” You bump your shoulder against his.

“Really though,” Byungchan breaks your thoughts. “What did you think of the album?”

“I didn’t listen to it,” you answer honestly. “Not even the title track.”

“What?” He looks shocked. You shake your head.

“I haven’t listened to any of your music since your debut.” You avoid his eyes.

“Why not?” He sounds upset.

“It still hurts,” you say quietly, glancing over at him. Byungchan looks away.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he replies after a few seconds, “it hurts for me too.”

Your heart almost jumps out of its chest. When you saw him wearing his ring on television, you suspected he still thought of you. You didn’t think he would admit it.

“Really?” He nods.

“That’s mainly why I came today, because I wanted to see you again.”

“What if I wasn’t here?” You ask.

“I know you’re close,” he gestures towards the bride, who’s dancing with her husband. “You wouldn’t miss this.”

“You’re right.”

“I know you better than anyone, y/n.”

“I missed you.” You say it without even thinking. Byungchan smiles at you.

“I missed you too.” You feel a rush of affection for him. The two of you stand there in silence for a second, watching the crowd below. There’s a couple you remember from high school, sitting at a table off to the side laughing together.

“That should’ve been us,” you say, mostly to yourself.

“It still could be us.”

“Choi Byungchan,” you turn to face him. “Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.” He doesn’t hesitate. “You’re not dating anyone, are you? I’m sorry if you are-”

“I’m not,” you reassure him.

“Good.” That makes you both blush.

“Don’t you have promotions to do? Surely the team needs you back quickly.”

He shakes his head. “I’m still home for a few days. I told them I wanted to spend some time with my family.”

“That’ll be nice for you,” you say. “I hope they’re all doing well.”

“I’ll tell my mum you say hi.” That makes you smile. She was always extremely kind to you whenever you were over, going the extra mile to make you feel like it was your home too. When you told her that wasn’t necessary, she would scold you, saying she was going to be your mother-in-law one day.

“When are you taking me on a date then?” You ask. Byungchan’s face lights up.

“Whenever you want.” You want to say right now, but you figure that’s ridiculous.

“Tomorrow?” He nods. “Afternoon?”

“Mum might want to do something, but when I tell her I have plans with you, I’m sure she won’t mind.” You smile at that. “I’ll text you once I know what’s going on.”

“You’d need my number for that.” He grabs his phone out of his pocket, handing it over.

“Go on then,” he says. It’s still locked. You don’t even think twice, using his password from high school. As soon as you type in your birthday, his home screen pops up.

“You still-”

“Yeah,” he whispers. You want to kiss him right then, but you shake it out of your head. That would be incredibly dumb.

You find his contacts and scroll through, wondering if he still has you saved. If his password is your birthday, surely he hasn’t deleted you. When you find your name, there’s still a red heart next to it.

“You’re joking,” you say as you press edit and type in your new number. “You’re ridiculous, Byungchan.”

“Why are you blushing y/n?”

“I’m not.” You hand his phone back.

“Let me see my name in your phone then.” You shake your head. There isn’t a heart next to his name anymore, but your password is his birthday too. You never bothered changing it.

“I deleted your contact card,” you lie. He ignores you, unlocking his phone to send you a text. When your phone vibrates, he smiles.

“Now you can make a new one.”

The two of you stay on the balcony a little longer. You catch him up on what all of your classmates have been doing. Although you haven’t spoken to any of them recently, you follow them on social media. You’ve been keeping up with who’s married and who’s had kids. He finds it crazy that a lot of your classmates are already parents.

Soon after, Byungchan has to leave. It’s getting quite late, so you decide to go as well. Both of you quickly say bye to the bride and groom before heading out. Once you’re in the parking lot, you turn to face each other.

“Do you need a ride home?” You shake your head.

“Do you?”

“I brought the car.”

“You haven’t been drinking, have you?” You ask quickly. “I didn’t see you with anything, but I just want to make sure.”

“All I drank was water, don’t worry.” He smiles at you.

“Okay, good. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I won’t,” he tells you. “Especially not before our date.” You roll your eyes at that.

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a second. You aren’t sure if you should hug him, or just say bye and head to your car. You wait for him to make the first move, but he looks just as conflicted as you do.

“Alright, bye y/n,” Byungchan says, finally.

“Bye.” You decide to bite the bullet and pull him in for a hug.

He seems a bit startled at first, but when you wrap your arms around his neck, he holds you tight. He smells just as good as you remember. You can’t believe you haven’t held him like this in 5 years.

“I missed you so much, y/n.” His voice is so quiet, you barely hear him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” You say as you pull away. He nods, his arms lingering around your waist for a second longer.

“Good night.” Byungchan grabs his car keys from his jacket before heading towards his car.

As you watch him leave, you realize you haven’t felt this happy in a long time.

===

You feel like a teenager again. You spent the entire night fretting over what to wear and what to do on your date. Byungchan might have something in mind, but because you decided so last minute, you want to have a back up plan yourself. You’re sure whatever you do will be great, because you’ll be with him again, finally.

He says he’ll be over at 2:00, so you sit by the window at 1:45, waiting for him to walk up your driveway. When you see him, you run away quickly, hoping he didn’t see you watching. You want to open the door, but you don’t want to seem so desperate. You wait for him to ring the doorbell, then wait a full minute before answering.

“y/n-”

You don’t even let him finish, throwing yourself into his arms again. You hug him tighter than you did yesterday. Byungchan doesn’t seem to mind, holding you close.

“You good?” He asks, once you pull away. You nod, quickly locking the door behind you.

“Where are we going?”

You wind up at your favourite bakery. It’s the same place you had cake the day Byungchan became a trainee. He orders the same thing you had back then. As you sit in the corner, he tells you what his life’s been like since he left. It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You ask about all the members, which Byungchan finds surprising. He didn’t expect you to remember so much about them. He says they’ll be happy to hear from you. You don’t know how to feel about that, but it makes you smile.

When you’re finished there, the two of you wander around for a while. You’ve both decided to avoid crowded places like the mall. Lots of people know this is his hometown, and you don’t want him to get swarmed by fans. You do run into a few on the street.

Byungchan stops to say hello and take pictures. You hang back, not sure if he wants to be seen with you. Rumours might spread, and you don’t want to get him into any trouble.

You watch from a distance as he talks to them, asking how long they’ve been Victon fans. It turns out they’re students. They go to the same high school both of you did. Byungchan’s so excited when he learns this. His smile’s bright to begin with, but he lights up even more when they tell him.

After about 15 minutes, they say goodbye. They wish him good luck with the comeback and he wishes them good luck with school. As they walk away, he rushes back to you.

“Sorry about that,” he says. You shake your head, smiling.

“Don’t be sorry,” you tell him. “You just made their day.”

You glance behind you, where you see the group all on their phones. They’re probably sending their friends the photos. You know you’d do the same if you’d met an idol as a teenager. One of them looks up and sees you watching.

“Let’s go.” Byungchan snaps you out of your thoughts, taking your hand in his. It catches you off guard, but you don’t mind.

You spend the next few hours wandering around, hand in hand. The two of you reminisce about your relationship, talking about a lot of your past dates. It’s nice to know he remembers everything as vividly as you do. In fact, he remembers some things you forgot.

Eventually, you wind up at the park near your old elementary school, where Byungchan asked you to go out with him, 13 years ago. That’s probably why you were both drawn here.

You sit on the grass, laying your jackets underneath you. There was a convenience store a block back, so you grabbed some snacks. It’s about dinner time now. You assumed Byungchan would want to go back to eat with his parents, but he hasn’t said anything about going home. You aren’t going to, you’re having too much fun with him.

“I missed this place,” he says, in between sips of his drink.

“Me too,” you reply. “There’s a lot of places I haven’t been back to because I didn’t want to go without you.”

“What do you mean?” He takes your garbage, tossing it into the bin a few metres away. He misses, which makes you laugh. You get up and throw it away for him.

“I’ll pretend that didn’t happen, don’t worry.” He smiles. “You’re everywhere I look here, that’s why I had to leave.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you admit. “I just couldn’t stand the thought of being here without you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You ask. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know, but still. I feel like there’s more I could’ve done.”

You take his hands in yours, moving closer.

“You’re here now,” you say. “I didn’t expect that, but I’m extremely grateful for it.”

“Good,” he responds. “Me too.”

“What do we do?” You know he can’t stay. It’s just going to be a repeat of last time.

“I don’t want to give up on you again.” He looks right into your eyes. “I let you go once, I can’t let it happen again.”

Your heart swells. You’ve been waiting so long to hear him say those words. You can’t believe it’s actually happening right now.

“But-”

“I don’t care,” he cuts you off. “I’m sure we can make it work somehow. We were young before, we didn’t know what we were doing.”

“That’s true.”

“We’re more sure of ourselves now,” Byungchan squeezes your hands. “I want to try again.”

“Me too,” you tell him, smiling. “You were right.”

“About what?”

“You said there was some invisible string of fate tying us together. I didn’t believe you back then.”

“But now you do?” You nod.

“Maybe we are meant to be together, after all.” He laughs at that.

“Of course we are.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leans in, giving you a kiss. You’ve never felt so loved or happy in your life. When he left, you didn’t think you would ever see him again, but here he is in front of you.

When he pulls away, you can’t get the smile off your face. The boy you’ve loved your entire life is back. And he still loves you too. You don’t know how you got so lucky.

“So, y/n,” Byungchan says. “My soulmate, the love of my life-” You smirk. “Can we try again?”

“Yes.” You reply right away. He kisses you again. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Why are you so cheesy?” You smack him.

“Shut up.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

[moonandsunwoo]

VICTON in Hogwarts

➛ victon in Hogwarts

➛ warnings: none

➛ I would like to remind everyone that this is my opinion and you're free to disagree! this is just how I would sort them if were some sort of sorting-hat...now enjoy:)

Head strong, hot headed Seungwoo would get sorted into Gryffindor the second the hat touched his head

Grinning from ear to ear that boy, skipping over to his new home, already looking forward to a new chapter in life

To be very honest, he was terrified and couldn’t believe the sorting-hat actually saw courage as one of his main traits so that’s on that

Boasty loud student he is, always showing off but never at inappropriate times

You just knew him alright

He was the chosen one in terms of noise

Where he was, laughter followed

Not afraid to stick up for other people tho

So if you think you can make fun of someone and make them feel very bad about themselves, expect Seungwoo to show you your place

There’s only a few things he couldn’t stand and morning classes history of magic and bullies were two of them

The other ones were Madam Pomfreys cough-medicine and the fanged geranium in the greenhouse

Yeah with that one he was at war

Seungwoo was also at war with every single other plant that had teeth or fangs of any sort

Like he would bite them back if he could

Plants and his hotheaded hastiness just didn’t get along well, alright

And without the help of a certain Hufflepuff he’d never pass herbology

But lucky him, there was Seungsik

Seungsik who, when he walked to his house after sorting, almost tripped over his own cape

He was so nervous oh dear

Nervous and excited because he really couldn’t wait to see the common room and the fireplace and…

He’s heard so many stories about it!

The sweetest soul in Hogwarts

Despises fights with all he’s got

One day, during DADA, instead of hexing his opponent, he made sunflowers grow.

It was an accident of course

But it pretty much reflected on how Seungsik was as a person

He’s a bit messy in a head in the clouds kind of way

Always has a spare roll of parchment and some ink in his bag

The parchment for Seungwoo and the ink…

The ink for his fellow Hufflepuff-friend Hanse

Hanse who looked like everything but a Hufflepuff but with a heart made of absolute gold and kindness and sunshine

Hanse who has basically all of Slytherin whipped for him because omg a walking aesthetic

Hanse who always runs short on ink because he keeps scribbling on his hands and arms when he’s bored in class

He’s really good in charms and transfiguration

Like really good, and everyone is kinda in awe

So logically you shouldn’t mess with him just because he could jinx you to shreds

But then again, you shouldn’t mess with him in general if you don’t want a hoard of angery slytherin chase you out of Hogwarts

And a bunch of Hufflepuff chase you from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade and back

He’s just everyone’s most precious boy

Most precious boy who sadly sucks at history of magic because he just thinks it’s so effing boring

Lucky him theres someone who can help him out there

Byungchan that is!

Now, history of magic isn’t a subject that the Ravenclaw cares much about either

But at least he pays attention

And he takes notes, which later always safe everyone’s ass

Notes he willingly shares among his friends and literally everyone else that struggles

It’s become a thing in Hogwarts to go and mass study with Byung in the library

Just because he seems like a person to be nice to have around when dying of stress

He will help, no worry

Always such a friendly tutor with dimples on full display It’s a free real estate

Best hugs but only the close one get to experience these

Many swoon for the tall Ravenclaw okay

And he knows lets be honest

It just makes him grin lightly tho

Very much unlike Chan

Chan who gets all giddy and smiley and panik when he notices the stares

Ngl first he thought they were directed at Byungchan

Until he went to the library alone and he still got them and oh

For a Gryffindor he sure can be a very grounded one

He just doesn’t really know how to deal honestly

But he gets super happy and sparkly eyed when someone compliments him

Happily glancing over at his friends trying to contain a remark

Failing

Heochan sunnyboy almost got sorted into Hufflepuff too by the way

But then the sorting-hat sensed the competitiveness

And it was like; nope

To the lions you go

He wanted to join the quidditch team

But then he saw the bludgers up close and decided that he would rather watch from the stands tbh

Scared baby

But don’t baby him okay

Baby someone else instead

Subin for example

Even though Subin is technically and literally and just very much a snake Slytherin and he will bite you maybe

With his sassy comments and unexpected comebacks

He’s the baby of this wild mix of friends and no one actually knows how he ended up in our lovely little group

But he fits right in

Subin who had a boost of confidence somewhere during thirst year

When a boggart literally hesitated to change shape when met with Subin

Like this boy just has no fears

Well a few he does but no one looked at Subin the same way after that incident

Excellent at potions

Has a steady hand and patience and a more that one functioning braincell

Which is very much why he is the last straw preventing his fellow Slytherins cauldron to blow up

Sejun has probably one functioning braincell that’s why

Recipes are also just so boring to read alright

And who cares many times you have to stir and in what darn direction??

Ridiculous really

He rather spends his times in the stars

For someone who can’t sit still for two minutes, having Astronomy as a favourite subject sure is unexpected

But Sejun loves it

And he also loves having deep-talk with Seungwoo and Chan when Slytherin is paired up with Gryffindor again whilst measuring out stars

Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry who

He’s also a bit of a messy person like Seungsik

But he’s more… a chaos screaming kind of messy

No one in Hogwarts breaks more quills

The amount of money this boy has already spent just to replace broken or lost quills is upsetting

And he makes sure to whine about it constantly

It’s an ongoing thing really

Seungwoo joked that they should gift him one made of stone next Christmas

They didn’t

They ended up gifting him a glass-quill

Sejun almost had a nervous breakdown

Hogwarts would be a lot quieter after they graduated

McGonagall would miss them tho

masterlist

[sankyeom]

✩ ⠃♣︎ victon masterlist ♣︎ ⠃✩

subin

➪ [9:42pm] (234 words)   ⤷ stolen kisses (strangers to lovers, college au)

[seokmattchuus]

Byungchan as a dom

A/n: The way I’ve been waiting for this topic boiiiiiii. This is more examples than an actual smut play out, I couldn’t help myself.

- Requested -

First things first, soft dom. Gentle in the streets but will fuck ya shit up in bed.

Second, he’s a hoe. But a hoe in private. 

Stage hoe? Totally. But the second he’s off stage he’s a baby.

But if you tease him about being a baby, he’s no longer a baby.

“Do you really like teasing me that much?”

“You know it only gets you in trouble.”

He has a size kink. 

Totally. 

Completely. 

Wholeheartedly.

Fight me on this. I dare you.

He l o v e s seeing how small you are compared to him. 

Like, towering over you and being able to completely cover you and cage you in just really hits different.

And he knows you love it, too.

Like, the little whines you let out when he talks about it just tells him you enjoy it as much as he does.

“You’re so tiny, baby. Are you sure you can take it?”

If you can’t tell, dirty talk is a strong point. But more in the fact that he knows how to use it to make you weak. 

And your reactions feed his ego.

Won’t hesitate to shoot you a dirty text from across the room or lean in to whisper something into your ear just for the fuck of it.

But remember the hoe in private part? He’s gonna expect you to act like what he told you was something totally not rated M.

And if you even let it slip that it wasn’t.

Well.

“Did you want the guys to see you all flustered?”

“Did you want them to know what we were talking about?”

The amount of teasing is ungodly, just the thought has me offended.

Might make you beg. 

Also might settle for a pouty face.

Just wants to see you needy for it.

Because he’s so used to people calling him soft and baby, so seeing you all desperate for him just gets him, y’know?

Might be into bondage. 

Blindfolds for sure but it’s probably his tie.

The tie would be for restraints, too.

But only your hands.

I could see him throwing you around a bit, but only to switch positions. Size kink again.

Wall sex when he’s impatient.

Like, just shoving you against it and holding you still. oOf

Probably would hold you still with his hand on the back of your neck.

Speaking of.

Would choke you if you asked. 

Never on his own because he wants you to s a y it.

Loves to see his big hand on your tiny neck.

Especially if you have hickies. 

But that’s rare ‘cause he prefers to leave them where only he can see them.

Cause he’s a private hoe.

“You look so pretty covered in my marks, baby.”

But back to the choking.

The little gasps? The whimpers? The whines?

He gets off on it.

Your hand coming up to grab his wrist as he presses harder?

Gets.

Him.

Every.

Time.

Smiles when you ask him for more. Especially if it comes out breathy.

“You might pass out if I keep this up.”

“You’d probably like that, though.”

“And I could do whatever I want to you.”

Let’s not forget the good-good.

I honestly can’t see him having a favorite position per say, but like, doggy and missionary are top two. Not too adventurous.

If it’s missionary, he likes to keep eye contact. 

Feeds his ego if you can’t hold it.

Or if you look away.

“Is my baby shy?” 

Makes you look back at him and he just gives you the softest fucking look like he’s not fucking you into the mattress.

If it’s doggy, he totally has a hand in your hair holding you up or down. Depends on the day.

Like, if you made him mad, best believe he’s holding you down and just taking it all out.

It’s all for him, too. He doesn’t wanna hear you.

But if it’s normal and his hand is holding you up, the other is probably on your hip. 

Or spanking you. 

Who knows.

Likes to point out that he knows you’re close.

Might deny you.

Just to hear you whine.

But gives in pretty quickly.

Unless you made him mad.

Might make you hold it.

Or pull out completely.

Like, four times.

But you’ll cum eventually, he’s not that hard on you.

Probably stays still a little while after you both calm down.

When he does pull out, he pretty much pulls you into a cuddle.

You have to convince him to shower because he probably won’t want to.

He does it though because napping while sweaty is gross.

Might have a soft shower, might have a foreplay shower. Depends if he’s still horny.

Totally messes with you in the shower, if he is though.

But it won’t lead to much unless you let it.

Lets you wear his hoodie to sleep.

Size kink :))

A1 nap afterwards because he got that good cuddle.

Plus his hoodie.

Like napping in heaven.

Bless.

[bearseokie]

deception

— Experiencing an odd run in with a graveyard caretaker, the man becomes eerily questionable when he offers you a safe place within the gates from a sudden storm.

DETAILS — [ M | drabble | 1.3k ] PAIRING — ghoul! byungchan x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, horror, fluff WARNINGS — storm/lightening, bruises/cuts, veins, details about eyeballs?, near-death experiences

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Sky dull from the gray clouds overhead, the crickets chirping a mantra all around made the hair on your body stand. Every noise caused you to jump, the sidewalk deemed the safest path towards your home on a late night. Nerves on alert, you couldn’t walk fast enough down the squared off lane, the clink of metal halting your step as you stood in place. Soles of your shoes scuffing the pavement, your head turned to meet two eyes standing tall in the air. The whites around their irises held a faint yellow color, the glaring contact tilted when their head rocked against the fence.

“Quite late for a walk, isn’t it?” The voice was sharp, cradled by a soft chuckle at the end as a man stared back at you from within the guarded space. A graveyard guarded by black swords of metal melted together, you didn’t have time to process why he was within the memorable place before he spoke again. “Looks like rain.”

Your eyes met the sky, the nimbus clouds threatening to release the cold rain any second making your step rock back from the fence. He watched your expression change, the thought of the dark night being accompanied by drenched clothing and a dash home not what you expected nor wanted from the journey.

“You know, there’s a gazebo just inside of the gate.” His voice turned from a crow to smooth as honey, every word laced with a high pitch. “This is my yard, and you’re welcome to wait out the rain with me.”

“N-No.” you stuttered, rocking on your heels while shaking your head. “I think I can make it home in time.”

Words caught just on the edge, a large drop of rain pattered beside you on the pavement. Another drop followed, a breath sucked deep into your lungs when a bolt of lightning crashed not even a foot from your body. Leaped into the air, your body shook, head turning to face the same man. With the bolt of lightning only around for seconds, the flash lit up his face, his cooling features and soft lips making you blink rapidly, taking in the situation at hand.

He was just a man, fingers wrapped around one of the rails of the fence as he stared back at you. Eyes wide and distressed, his skinny arm ruptured between two of the bars just as a second bolt brightened in the sky. Fist pulling at your shirt, your chest heaved into the black bars, his hold keeping you idle against the fence as the lightning hit the exact spot you stood seconds before.

“Please!” he yelled out over the loud rumble of thunder. “It’s too dangerous.”

You could no longer argue with him, your hand brushing his as both of you made a run for the gate. His tattered clothing hugged his long limbs when he spun in front of you, pulling at one of the doors of the gate to allow you inside. The rush of the storm seemed to surge even more, the third bolt breaking just behind you as his cold hand tugged you inside. Your eyes trailed his bare limb, the skin of his arm bruised and cut.

A sizzle sounded behind you, your body twisting to watch his index and middle fingers delve between the gate’s bars to pull it shut, the skin of his fingers burning. He reared his hand back, sucking at the digits like he touched a hot pan, but the steel bars didn’t steam.

“It’s alright, here.” he began, eyes taking in your figure as his head gestured in the direction of the gazebo; just in the place he said it would be. “The metal all around creates a field where the lightning is almost completely incapable of striking the ground. That’s why it got so close.”

“A warning would have been nice.” You wanted your voice to sound genuine, but your teeth bit down onto your tongue at the harsh tone. His smile faded behind the two fingers still in his mouth, his eyes fueled with a crushed complexion. Your voice finally spoke with the attitude you wanted it to be, releasing a small apology. “I’m sorry. You helped me, I should be grateful.”

His smile lit up like he was complimented, cheeks rising and nose scrunching just as your shoes stepped up onto the cement pavilion.

The cold texture of the covered space was much like the headstones and statues that lined the aisles of the graveyard, your eyes finally taking in the unsettling place. Breeze cold and escorted by the heavy rain, you shivered, your figure caught in his peripheral as his ripped flannel slowly languished off his shoulders. Pulling at the fabric, he didn’t miss a beat to gently lay it over your cold body. The feeling of what would usually be body heat stored in the threads of the article is still just as ice cold, the only warmth gaining on your skin the toasting feeling of your own body heat seeping into the fabric.

Your lips rose at the corners, slowly lowering your body to sit on the bench and face the man. His body looked disheveled, the white shirt dirtied and stained on his torso. The strikes of lightning all around created lamps of light for you to take him in, his hair puffed and tangled on his head as his skin looked nearly blue.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked him, head tilted up to peer at his face.

“I don’t think I can get any colder, actually.” he grinned.

In a moment's time, your eyes caught sight of the canines between his lips, longer and sharper than usual, his head gave an innocent tilt at your invading stare. Lost in his appearance, the man’s smile was too eager, his body shortening down to your height as he crouched before you. Your pupils dilated in an attempt to focus on his own eyes, watching as his irises glowed a white filter and his yellow sclera laced with turquoise veins was overlapped by the paper thin eyelids when he blinked. You could almost see his eyeballs through his translucent eyelids, the lashes on the edges of each eye thick and fluttering with his rapid blinks.

“I-” he whispered, looking at you with a sudden sense of remorse. “I’m very sorry.”

“What?” you asked, your brows knitted as you watched him closely.

His hand grappled around your wrist, his flannel flapping in the wind as he dragged you out from under the safety of the gazebo and into the thick beads of rain. Your tugs and calls were muffled from the heavy storm, his heaving pull enough to bring you back to the gate you walked through.

The scent of a heater filled your nostrils when his hand reconnected with the gate’s door, hauling the heavy steel to give enough room for you to slip out. In one rough push, your body was freed from the graveyard, the look in the man’s eyes all but happy.

“L-Leave.” he cried, his pupils fully vanishing beneath the white filter as his entire eye was engulfed by the supernatural glow. His hand pushed at the field that bound him within the deadly place, a vibration wavering through the rain as you watched him fall back from the steel bars. Your last glance at the man was nothing like you had ever witnessed, his skin growing gray and blue, hair ragged and stringy. His tongue swiping across his dry lips as barely punctured by the fangs that threatened to sink into your flesh not moments before he abruptly pulled himself together and led you out of the danger that was him. A ghoul bound to lead innocent lives into the grave to feast, your hand reached back through the black gate to catch his wrist. “Thank you-” you spoke softly, his hearing well trained and notified of your voice.

“Byungchan.” he grinned. He wore the same innocent smile though he nearly killed you, his cold hand firmly holding yours before he released you completely. “Now go.”

[hereisleo]

can i request byungchan and writing your name on a new notebook 😊

w/ c.bc + reader

g/ fluff

w.count/ 205

a.n/ [romantics era team]: we hope it’s up to your expectations!

t.w/ none

To My

Apple of my eyes

The object of my affection

Byungchan groans and lets his head strike against the desk, his pen tumbling to the floor. How does one write a letter? Why is it so difficult? Every line progresses from bland to cringe and that is merely the greeting. He doesn’t know what to put in the actual letter yet. The words in his head formed faster than his hand could keep up.

Love letters aren't his forte. He should have said it to you straightforwardly but no, he just had to love the courtship, the thrill of the chase. He wants to linger in your mind. Thus his current predicament. Why couldn’t he simply leave a carton of milk on your desk? That would still boggle your mind. Choi Byungchan, you’re stupid!

He takes a deep breath, hand reaching for the fallen writing instrument. It’s not like him to give so early. He stares down at the ruined first page of his new notebook and rips it off, the crumpled paper now replacing the pen on the floor. Don’t overthink, Byungchan. On the fresh page, ink flowing out of the nib of his pen smoothly, the first line he writes is your name.

[restlessmaknae]

all the letters i’ve never written

I'm happy that you are doing fine, and I hoped that by writing these thoughts down, by writing these letters I had never meant for you to read, I could move on... But I can't.

♦ Pairing: Choi Byungchan x reader/you

♦ Genre: angst, slice of life, high school to uni AU

♦ Words: 1.4k

♦ Warning: -

You know, you have those classmates you know but you still don't know well. The ones with whom you may be put into groups for a class but other than that, you don't talk a lot. Then comes a point when you become curious about them and for me, it was when you talked about loving handwritten letters because no matter the handwriting, the sentiment behind it is what matters. Despite the fact that some may consider handwritten letters outdated, I felt the exact same way as you and your words piqued my curiosity. What else did you like? Moreover, what else we may have in common? I was too shy to talk to you though. To be precise, to talk about what mattered aside from our studies. Sometimes we sat at the same table in the canteen, sometimes we were waiting behind each other in the the queue for the buffet and sometimes we happened to bump into each other around school, greeting each other with a knowing smile. I had so many things to say and so many questions to ask but so little courage. Then, I told myself that it may be how it was supposed to be: us meeting and crossing paths a few times, not staying permanent patches in each other's lives.

I couldn't say the same though when we got into university. I knew that you had also applied for English literature but I also knew that it hadn't been your first choice, neither was mine. However, neither you, nor I had gotten into our first choice and that was how we had both ended up at the local university, studying English literature. Being it a smaller group of students, we immediately found each other in the crowd at freshers' week. "What a coincidence," you said. "Is it?" I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare to tell you that I had been thinking about it being destiny. Sentimental as I may be, I believed in destiny, but at that time, I was certain that destiny only brings about positive changes. How wrong I was. Destiny can be cruel and painstaking and it may make us - mere human beings, the marionettes of its foolish play - absolutely miserable.

Having the same classes, going to the same lecture halls, we were bound to talk more. That's how I got to know that English Literature wasn't your first choice, neither was a major at the local university. However, you believed that this was how it was supposed to be taken that your mother had fallen ill and had needed surgery, thus you could now be with her and cheer her on personally instead of doing the same through messages. As selfish as I may be, I hoped that both of us staying in the city where we first met and studying the same majors after certain failures and rejections meant that we were somehow destined to meet time and time again. I blame all the books I had read and all the movies I had seen where such things happen, and I was such a fool hoping for a happy ending. Though we really got to know each other and had some deep and meaningful conversations, right? The more I talked to you, the more I realized just how delicate of a person you were and how big dreams you had. You had never wanted to stay here in this city, in this country, you had always wanted to go and explore and feel and thrive. You had big plans of being an assistant editor at a publishing company in an English-speaking country and I had never doubted you for a second: once because of your fluent English skills and also because you were so determined, I had never seen such a determined person before. I should have known that me enjoying the serenity and stability of staying in the same place, the place where I grew up, and you striving for a shimmering future somewhere else - far away, anywhere but here - would never work out together. Nevertheless, I wasn't ready to say goodbye.

When you told me that you were given the chance to study abroad for the next semester, I was over the moon. You had worked so hard for it, and I knew, I had a feeling that you would enjoy this time to the fullest. I also made myself a promise that I would tell you how I feel before your flight takes off. I wanted to. The day before your departure, we were sitting in a lecture hall and I was staring at my book, mind filled with dozens of thoughts. When you asked what I had on mind, I just shrugged, telling you a silly fib. Your semester started later than here and as determined as you were, you decided to go to the lectures here as well until you could, and I really felt like it was my chance to confess. "It's just..." I started hesitantly, my faint voice making you snap your head back at me. I gulped. Looking into your eyes, I had never felt so disheartened before, and I started wondering whether it was too late and whether me confessing to you the day before your departure was actually cruel instead of heartwarming. "The classes will be odd without your presence," I managed some words out that were actually true but not the whole truth, to be honest. You smiled that touched smile of yours, the one you displayed whenever you received an unexpectedly good feedback, and I knew that you didn't know how I really felt. "I'll be back soon. By the time you realize I'm gone, I've already come back," you joked wholeheartedly and I couldn't help but laugh along with you even though I wanted nothing but to cry from the inside.

The distance and the time apart turned our day-to-day conversations into an ordinary acquaintanceship, especially after you had told me that you had fallen in love with another Korean exchange student from a different university while you had been abroad. "I guess we were just bound to get closer since we were the only two Koreans amongst the group," you explained to me once when we were walking from one university building to another. "I guess it must have been destiny," I mused and only then I realized that I had said the words out loud when you replied, churning my heart with only a few words of yours. "You think so, too? I can't help but think that it must have been destiny," you responded beamingly, flashing me a smile that was too bright for my heavy heart. "I'm happy for you two," I found myself saying, and although it was true, I felt a bittersweet poison spreading through my veins nevertheless. You looked at me, only at me for a few seconds, your smile not wavering a bit, and I wish I could have just captured this moment before you said those cruel words out loud: "I'm so thankful for you. It really means a lot to me that I could come back to such a supportive friend like you." Friend. One word. Just one single word that I wish I could erase from my mind but I can't. If I hadn't known before, then I knew after this that this had always been a one-sided love. We didn't share a destiny, but you, with Seungwoo, you did so, and what else could have proven it better than the fact that five years later, you married him and moved to Nottingham with him?

To this day, I keep thinking about handwritten letters. About the what ifs regarding you and me. About the chances I have missed or the signs I had not seen. It sometimes hurts being in love but it hurts even more so when you are in love alone. I'm happy that you are doing fine, and I hoped that by writing these thoughts down, by writing these letters I had never meant for you to read, I could move on. But I can't. I guess it must be my destiny.

[nomsejun]

Byungchan | Tackle Hug

You heard your name being shouted, saw a flash and the next moment, you were thrown off balance and fell onto the couch, your boyfriend lying on top of you.  

“What are you doing?” you groaned under his weight, your free hand automatically rising to play with his locks.  

“Just wanted to hug,” Byungchan grinned at you, moving slightly so his body wouldn’t crush you and nuzzled his face into your neck, very satisfied of his strategy. Instead of asking you for cuddles, it was smarter to just tackle you.

[ddaehyeon]

[ 4:38PM ]

the chimes coming from the shop's door immediately caught florist! byungchan's attention. were your classes already over? he then thought. inhaling the scent of the arranged bouquet of roses, he settled it on the counter. a customer will get it later.

he shuffled towards the bunch of baby's breaths held together by a sky blue ribbon. you called earlier telling him that you'll be getting those after your classes.

the next moment you know florist! byungchan was already in front of you holding the bouquet of baby's breath you intended to use for your journal.

pressed flowers was one of your favorite things used to decorate.

baby's breath was your favorite flower.

and standing in front you was your favorite florist. a soft beam painted on his countenance which was highlighted by the sun rays reflecting on the glass wall of the shop.

[fairychannie]

Spring Memories

Victon - Byungchan

not as fluffy as i hoped for ^^”

words: 582

requested by ❄️ anon

song by N.Flying

Byungchan could remember it as clearly as if it happened yesterday and a wave of embarrassment still ran through his entire body at the memory. The moment when he so nervously confessed his feelings to you under that blooming cherry tree at the park even though he had already known your answer. He shook his head, feeling stupid for even thinking about it now. It wasn’t as if you breaking up with your boyfriend meant that you were going to immediately run to him.

The four seasons passed and he still felt the same about you as a year ago. There was, however, no guarantee of your feelings about him changing. Especially so soon after ending a relationship.

Feeling the need to empty his mind, he decided to go for a walk along the river. The night has just fallen and as April approached, the temperature was just a bit chilly. Taking deep breaths of the cool air helped him clear his head and calm his confused heart.

He strolled the familiar route along the riverbank, through the park of cherry trees, humming to himself as he went. He didn’t know what song the melody belonged to but he could faintly remember how it always put him in a good mood. Right, he thought, he used to listen to this song together with you. The lyrics popped into his head word by word, urging him to recall more of the moments he shared with you. Why didn’t the two of you met nowadays? It wasn’t like you ever stopped being friends but maybe the confession he so recklessly threw out caused your relationship to become awkward.

Byungchan let out a long sigh. Blaming himself now wouldn’t change anything so he continued his walk. Soon enough, he arrived to the center of the park where the oldest and greatest tree stood proudly, guarding every other tree, person, and living being under its huge branches. Beneath the tree, there was a single figure sitting on the bench, looking up at the sky. Byungchan followed the gaze of the person and stared at the half moon shining among the stars, smiling down on the earth. He felt something move inside his chest, his heart rate picking up as he sensed the person standing up and approaching him.

“I knew I would meet you if I wait here,” your soft voice rang through the silence of the night, your lips forming a small smile.

Byungchan stared at you for a moment, doubting his eyes at first. Then he noticed the pained look in your eyes and even he could understand. You needed a friend. No, you needed him. His dimple showed as he allowed himself a smile, rushing to you to hug you tightly, slightly lifting you up from the ground. Feeling your warmth directly in his arms, he let his heart be filled with happiness. You chose him. In the end, it was him you chose to come to and that was all that mattered to him. He would be the one to comfort you now and you would be the one to comfort him later.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, hiding your face in his chest. “I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t apologize. I can wait,” he said and a gust of wind blew past you, shaking the branches of the big cherry tree, making the pink petals fly along the wind and around the pair of you. Byungchan whispered, “If it’s you, I could wait forever.”

[kollageimagines]

Love Me Like You Do~ featuring VICTON’s Byungchan Please like or reblog if you save!