#choi sangyeop fic

[slytherinshua]

CRASH A DATE, GET A BOYFRIEND

genre. fluff. friends to lovers. university au ig. warnings. jealousy. overthinking and crying. kissing. not rly proofread. pairing. sangyeop x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. my love choi sangyeop :( even tho no one will read this lmao i have to write for my beloved lucy and sangyeop is soooo college boyfriend coded omg i love him sm

For years, you had never felt any tension or uncomfort in the company of Sangyeop. You spent hours of every day talking with him. You were best friends— practically inseparable. But things seemed to shift in the last year, and you didn’t like it.

He was still your best friend, and you still spent every day with him, but a glaringly obvious change had occurred, and you weren’t sure how things would ever be the same between you two. 

You had grown feelings for him.

It was a textbook example of how to lose a long friendship. You should have trusted your best friend in high school when she warned you that guys and girls could never stay just friends. It was wonderful for 4 years, and you cherished all the memories you had made with Sangyeop in that time. But now, the feelings you held for him had changed your attitude.

It was hard for you to spend too long in his company without getting incredibly awkward and hot in the face. Really, it was his fault for being so attractive. The worst feeling, though, was the constriction in your chest whenever you saw him with other girls.

Feeling jealous over your best friend was laughable, but you just couldn’t stand it. He had always had other friends— and other female friends, at that. You had even lived through seeing him in a semi-serious relationship and had absolutely no problem. You were happy for Sangyeop when he got a girlfriend in the first year of university. But now, you wanted to fight off every girl who even glanced in his direction.

He wasn’t yours, but at the same time, he was. You had known him the longest. You were the closest friend he had. Everything would be perfect if only you didn’t long for more.

It was inevitable for everything to erupt in a sudden and unpredictable explosion the longer you stuffed down your feelings. You had just never expected it to happen like this.

“Why would you do that, Y/n? You’ve never acted like this before. Ever.” Sangyeop’s words felt like they were stabbing you repeatedly. He didn’t exactly sound angry— more extremely confused and maybe slightly annoyed. You didn’t blame him. If you had a little more sense, you would have known better than to crash his blind date. It was definitely overstepping boundaries. 

“I- I don’t know! I’m sorry, okay?” You pleaded. You weren’t brave enough to meet his eyes. The feeling of having upset him or ruined something for him was awful.

“Why would you do it, though? I wouldn’t have gone on all these blind dates if you weren’t so insistent that I got another girlfriend. I told you I was fine to stay single after Hayoung— but I thought you wanted me to find someone.” He asked, exasperated. It didn’t help that it was already past dark, both of you standing under the narrow overhead outside of a restaurant to try to shield away from the rain. It still drenched your left shoulder, though.

“Well, I just don’t anymore!” You shouted back, just as overwhelmed and confused as Sangyeop was in this situation. The way you had glared at the girl and told her to leave was so uncharacteristic of you that even you had been shocked. Sangyeop didn’t seem to take your attempt to end the conversation as a valid answer, and he pressed on for your reason why.

“Just tell me. You had to have had a reason. You would never do that randomly. What? Did she have a bad record or something? What could it have possibly-“

“It’s because I like you! And you’ve never seemed to notice, but I couldn’t ever say it out loud because you’re too important to me to lose! And- and I was afraid and scared and confused, and I just don’t know why it had to happen, but-“ Sangyeop stopped your panicked rambling before you could finish— not that it was making any sense to either of you, anyway.

“Y/n, stop.” He croaked out a bit softer, grabbing your wrist to pull you under the overhang and out of the rain. You barely noticed that you had gotten more exposed to the downpour. You couldn’t differentiate the rain on your cheeks from your tears that were streaming down. Unfortunately, Sangyeop could.

He let out a small sigh and his lips pulled up into a sad smile before dropping again, “You’re so…”

“Stupid? Yeah, I know.” You laughed through your tears, trying to not look quite as pathetic in front of the man you had loved for years now.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” He defended, his eyes still searching your face for any sign of understanding. 

You still couldn’t tell whether he was angry at you or just confused. You had completely blocked out any possibility that this situation could turn out for the better. You didn’t deserve a wonderful outcome from this. You were the one who messed everything up in the first place. You couldn’t feel entitled to anything anymore; especially not Sangyeop’s affection. You wouldn’t even blame him if he stopped being friends with you over this. Crashing his date and then confessing to him out of the blue? It was definitely not what best friends did… more like crazy ex’s. 

“You’re so… clueless.” Sangyeop repeated, finishing the statement this time with a laugh. You looked up at his face, finally brave enough to meet his eyes. The last thing you had expected was to smile on his face after what you had done. You were sure you looked a mess right now— with mascara running down your cheeks and your clothes all wet and wrinkled, but Sangyeop’s eyes held some warmth that you hadn’t seen for days, and it was comforting.

“What now?” You asked in a whisper. The weight on your chest was still there, and you couldn’t begin to think of what Sangyeop meant by that response. Your brain was a mess, and all you wanted to do was just sink to the floor and disappear forever. 

“For now… let’s go home.” Sangyeop said softly. Although you felt uneasy about the idea of leaving things unresolved, going home was probably the smartest decision; so you nodded and let him pull your hand to lead you to the edge of the street where he hailed a cab. The ride back to your dorm was quiet. You mostly focused on the rain sliding down your window, pretending as if Sangyeop wasn’t sitting next to you. You said goodnight briefly to Sangyeop when you got back home before retreating into your room. You showered as quickly as possible and got in bed. You tried your best to sleep, but the thoughts racing in your head kept you awake almost all night. You were screwed for tomorrow’s lecture.

//

“Did you drink?! You look awful.” Wonsang frowned as soon as you walked into your morning lecture and dropped your bag next to your chair.

“No. I don’t drink.” You muttered, plopping down into the seat and immediately resting your head on the desk.

“...Was it Sangyeop?” Wonsang queried, making you open your eyes and turn to glare at him. 

Wonsang, along with Yechan and Gwangil, were Sangyeop’s closest friends after you. You didn’t spend too much time with Yechan or Gwangil since you didn’t have any shared classes, but Wonsang was much closer to you. He had known about your crush on Sangyeop for a while now. He was sworn to secrecy as soon as you knew that he knew, and you trusted him not to spill anything.

You groaned and closed your eyes again, your voice muffled by the desk, “I’m the dumbest person on the planet, Wonsang.”

“True.” 

You gave him another glare, “I crashed his blind date.”

“You- what?” You could only nod along to Wonsang’s shock.

“I crashed it, scared off the girl, and then confessed to him… like an idiot.” You felt like crying all over again.

“What did he say?” Wonsang asked curiously.

“He didn’t! He didn’t say anything. I don’t know what to do— I feel like such a fucking idiot, Wonsang. He probably hates me forever. I’m so stupid for telling him how I feel.” You knocked your head against the desk repeatedly, drowning in your misery until you heard Wonsang scoff.

“You’re not stupid for confessing to him, but you are for jumping to conclusions before you hear his answer.” Wonsang said simply, but you could barely process the words that came out of his mouth. The thought of even seeing Sangyeop at the dorm later made your stomach twist.

But you would have to face him eventually— it was unavoidable. And the time came right after 5 pm.

You walked back into your dorm, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. You were barely even breathing as you tried to take your shoes off and get to your room before you had to come into contact with Sangyeop. Unfortunately for you and your plan, he was waiting for you in the living room.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” 

You sucked in a breath and cursed yourself mentally. What were you even going to say to him? What was he going to say to you?

You shuffled to the living room where Sangyeop had stood up from his spot on the couch. He took one step forward and you subsequently took one step back. You had never been more scared than right now. You weren’t scared of Sangyeop; you didn’t think that was even possible. But you were scared of the situation, and even more scared of the outcome. The possibility of rejection was scary, but the possibility of losing Sangyeop was even more painful. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

“Are you going to leave? Am I going to lose you?” You let your biggest fears spill out of your mouth before Sangyeop could get a word in. You didn’t like the seriousness of his expression; it was too unlike him.

His face morphed into one of astonishment, “Why would you think that? I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here… and I’m staying.” He said firmly, as if he knew you needed extra reassurance. You nodded slowly, hearing his words and letting them ease the nerves in the pit of your stomach and slow the racing of your heart. Sangyeop led you to sit down on the couch next to him, and you braced your heart for whatever you would hear.

“I just thought… you would hate me after last night.” You confessed meekly. 

“First of all, I could never hate you. And about what you did last night… I was kind of waiting for it to happen.” He said slowly. 

Your eyes widened, “W-what do you mean? You’re not mad at me for crashing your date? But what about the girl— I thought you said she was cute.” You spluttered, confused.

Sangyeop just shook his head a little amused, “You really don’t know, do you? Yeah, she was pretty, but nowhere near as pretty as you are. I’ve liked you for… what… 3 years now? Maybe longer?” Sangyeop’s eyes drifted up to the ceiling as he thought, meanwhile you could only open your mouth slightly in shock. 

“What about Hayoung— You were still dating her 2 years ago.” You pressed. It was hard to ignore the sudden warmth you felt in your chest, but you forced yourself to not get too excited just yet. There were still too many unanswered questions.

“Honestly? Dating Hayoung was me trying desperately to get my mind off of you. It was stupid, I know, but it worked for a while. Until Hayoung realized I was pining for you the entire time.” He laughed, and you suddenly couldn’t get enough of the sound. “But she didn’t get mad at me for it… She said she knew all along, and she tried to get me to confess to you. I couldn’t do it, though. I was too scared. So I tried to forget about my feelings for you and date someone else again… hence all the blind dates. When you started setting up new ones for me after they failed, I kind of accepted that I didn’t have a chance with you anymore.” 

You breathed out slowly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It was almost hard to contain just how much you adored the man who stood before you. You wanted to melt into his arms and kiss his face and tell him again and again how much you loved him. But you waited for him to finish talking first.

“I know you. I knew that if you liked me, you wouldn’t let me date another girl without rejecting you first. And I was right.” He smiled, a hint of fondness in his eyes. “Although, I never expected you to be so bold about it.” He added as an afterthought with a laugh. Your cheeks flared in embarrassment. The decision you made last night had been rather rash. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve thought that one through.” You mumbled out.

“Don’t be.” Sangyeop breathed, “If anything, I think it made me fall for you even more.” You glanced at his eyes, taken aback with how much warmth and love and assurance filled them.

“Are you sure you really like me?” You asked quietly, aware of how you and Sangyeop were both subtly shifting closer to each other on the sofa. His face was mere inches from yours at this point, and his eyes bore into yours, neither of you able to look away from the other.

“Yes. I like you— I love you. I’ve loved you for 3 years.” He said sincerely, and that was all you needed to hear to get the confidence to pull him closer. His lips colliding with yours felt like the most perfect thing in the world. You fit together like puzzle pieces— like you were always meant to be.

He kissed you like he had been waiting his entire lifetime to do it, like this was his only chance to. And you never wanted it to end— the softness of his lips moving against yours, or his hands in your hair pulling you slightly closer, or the smell of his cologne and the taste of his lips invading your senses. You would have them all last for a million years if you could. 

Everything felt right at last; it was perfection. He was perfection.

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[shibuinni3]

Beautiful Feeling

13/06/24; Capa para uso pessoal

Chou Sangyeop e Shin Gwangil, Lucy

Nota: eu recebi um pedido de capa com o Lucy, e aí eu lembrei que eu aleatoriamente quis trabalhar algo com eles, porém nunca fiz de fato. Aí, procurando coisa para fazer a capa da pessoa, achei um photoshoot tchutchuco e eu PRECISEI e ainda taquei musiquinha do day6

[pips-fics]

ask: hi! I just found your page and was wondering if you could do another wonsang fic? Completely up to you and I have no preference about it really- just love your work!!

tw: vomiting, brief blood mention in a metaphor (skip the paragraph that starts with “sangyeop hummed.  he knew that fear” and to avoid the blood ment. - you won’t miss out on anything important!), panic attack mention (skip the “i can’t–– i’m already behind!” paragraph - again, you won’t miss anything important!)

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it wasn’t unusual for the members of lucy to find wonsang in their bed in the middle of the night.  it wasn’t something that happened all the time, but sometimes when wonsang was exhausted to the bone, he would cave to his desire for cuddles and accept their open offer of comfort.

for the past three weeks or so, sangyeop knew that wonsang had been sleeping less than normal.  he’d had some difficulty fine-tuning the drum part of one of their songs a while back, and that frustration eventually led to him spiraling into a full-on creative block, which occupied his thoughts 24/7 - even when he was trying to sleep.  the lack of sleep then made it harder for him to produce as well as he would like, and he sunk even deeper into that endless pit of frustration.

so sangyeop wasn’t surprised when wonsang crawled into bed with him late one night.  sangyeop hadn’t fallen asleep yet, anyway, and was thumbing through news on his phone, so he simply lifted an arm for the younger boy to slip under.  wonsang fell asleep moments later, his breathing evening out into soft puffs of air, and sangyeop was soon to follow.

——

when wonsang woke up later, so did sangyeop, emerging slowly from a warm haze.  he could vaguely recall a dream of summer nights and empty fields of grass and dirt and fireflies.  a sense of comfort and safety clung to him, like everything was as it should be.  it was hard to shake off, cuddled up in blankets and darkness, even when he felt wonsang sit up, even when he realized it was probably the other man’s restlessness that had woken him in the first place.

it all fell away when sangyeop felt a shudder run through wonsang’s whole body.  suddenly he was forcing his eyes to focus in the moonlight, and on the way wonsang was swaying as if struggling to stay upright.  his shirt was damp as sangyeop placed a steadying hand on his back.

“hey,” sangyeop’s voice came out grated.  “you okay?”

wonsang released a shaky breath and out a whine.  after that, it wasn’t a huge jump for sangyeop to guess what was wrong.

“wonsangie, are you sick?”

“hyung,” wonsang whined, drawing the word out, sounding very close to tears.  sangyeop’s heart ached.

“it’s okay,” he said quietly.  wonsang shook his head so violently that sangyeop felt it.

“i can’t–– i’m already behind!”  the gasping noises he was making sounded a lot like the start of a panic attack.  sangyeop decided that a distraction is in order.

“let’s get you some water, come on.”

sangyeop forced both of them out of bed and held wonsang close to his side as they made their way to the kitchen.  by the time they got there, wonsang had calmed somewhat, but sangyeop could see the discomfort on his face more clearly, lit by the outside lights.  he looked pale and pasty, sweat shining on his exposed forehead.  sangyeop sat him in a chair and brought him a glass of water.  uncharacteristically, wonsang didn’t drink much of it, taking just a sip before setting it onto the table with some urgency.

he was considering how to ask about it when wonsang stood up suddenly and vomited into the kitchen sink.  sangyeop winced at the sound of a tinny splatter, and a rancid odor filled the air.  he hurried to rub wonsang’s back as the younger man heaved again, muscles clenching.

when nothing came up, sangyeop hoped that would be the end of it.  the silence that followed, though only momentary, felt drawn out and weighted by wonsang’s labored breathing.  everything was still; and then wonsang’s shoulders hunched, and vomit cascaded out of his mouth, splashing up on the sides of the sink more and more with each relentless wave.

when finally pulled away from the sink, wonsang was weak and shaky.  he leaned against sangyeop, hiccuping with high-pitched sobs.

“hey, buddy, are you done?”

wonsang shook his head miserably.  “i don’t have time for this,” he lamented, gasps becoming more and more frantic.  sangyeop ran a hand through wonsang’s hair, hoping to somehow soothe his thoughts.  “hyung, i have deadlines!”

sangyeop shrugged.  “they can be adjusted.”  this was, apparently, unhelpful, as wonsang become more distraught.  sangyeop tried again.  “don’t you have like three weeks until the next one?  you have just a couple songs left to polish up?”

at that, wonsang looked almost offended.  “just one!”

“even better!  you can finish that in three weeks no problem!”

wonsang sniffled, turned quiet, the way he did when he was thinking about his own thoughts, and whether he wanted to share them, and if he could, and how.  sangyeop waited.  he waited until wonsang spoke on his own, and when he spoke in aa whispers, sangyeop listened closely.

“hyung, i’m so scared– sometimes it’s so easy, doing music, and sometimes it’s the hardest thing in the world.  sometimes it seems impossible.  what if–“  wonsang swallowed thickly.  “what if i am just stuck here, on this song, forever?”

sangyeop hummed.  he knew that fear.  it was the kind that sunk its claws deeper into your skin the more you struggled, and it felt like bleeding out slowly if you stayed still.  sangyeop wasn’t sure, but he thought the best tactic was to introduce it to someone else’s monster - even if that monster was an illusion.

“i’ve been stuck on a song, too, recently,” he said.  it wasn’t entirely a lie.  “i might scrap it if i can’t find a good direction soon.”

“no!”  wonsang’s back straightened so quickly, sangyeop worried it might crack.  “no, don’t scrap it, let me–”

whatever wonsang was going to ask for was cut off by a belch that had his hands latching tight over his mouth.  sangyeop helped him back over the sink and then steadied him as he coughed up mouthfuls of bitter bile.

“ugh, hyung, it hurts,” wonsang moaned.

“i know, buddy, i’m sorry,” sangyeop said, “it’ll be over soon.  you’ll feel better.”

wonsang whined, desperate.  he gripped sangyeop’s hand tightly as a heave doubled him over the sink and brought with it a rush of vomit.  when it was done, wonsang swayed dramatically before dropping limply into sangyeop’s arms.  the older man thought he’d passed out for a second, but a moment later, wonsang let out a sigh.

“i’m so tired, hyung.  can we go back to bed?”

——

after cleaning the sink, sangyeop climbed into bed.  he was only a little surprised and very dismayed to find wonsang still awake.  sangyeop was pondering the pros and cons of getting up to find his lavender oil when wonsang spoke.

“hyung, will you play it for me?”

sangyeop blinked, still thinking of lavender.  “huh?”

“your song!”

“you definitely need to rest first - no, don’t give me that look!”  sangyeop chuckled.  “come on, don’t you think your body deserves a rest?”

wonsang pouted, but relented upon realizing sangyeop wouldn’t back down.  “fine.  what’s it about?”

sangyeop thought for a moment.  he hadn’t written lyrics yet, but suddenly, a handful of phrases came to mind.  “home,” he said, “and summer nights, and grass as far as the eye can see.  and fireflies.”

“hm,” wonsang said, voice like a smile, “sounds nice.”  and then he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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[slytherinshua]

You want soft thoughts? Here's one that's been driving me crazy for a few days lol. I watched a clip of Gwangil hugging his camera after a viewer asked for a hug and the way he went c'mere and hugged the camera absolutely melted me. Then started me down the spiraling path of, how would the members give a hug. I just know the Sangyeop would give the BEST hugs (I mean look at his arms?!?) and Wonsang would give the softest squishiest hugs. Yechan I feel would also give a very soft hug, he seems very touchy compared to the others vGwangil would maybe give a firm hug? I'm honestly not sure about him. (It is entirely possible that I just need a hug lol) I hope this also drives you crazy ahaha

HOW LUCY HUGS

genre. fluff. headcanons. established relationship. warnings. none. pairing. lucy x reader. wc. 611. a/n. KSJDKS OKAY THIS ABSOLUTELY DOES DRIVE ME CRAZY GOODBYE EVEN THINKING ABT THIS IS JUST SO SOFT IM MELTING INTO THE FLOOR RN STOP 😭😭😭 also like ty for sending smth in bcuz my inbox was like crickets 😔

SHIN YECHAN

okay definitely a soft hugger i feel like he's really into side hugs or back hugs

like he would just slip his arm around your waist and hug you gently like that

it's not very involved it's so tender but it makes it so that the hug can last for longer

yechan could just sit with you on the couch while doing something else and have his arm around your shoulder or waist and hug you like that for hours

i also feel like he's the type to grab your hands and wrap them around his shoulders if that makes sense

like he's always initiating things but almost 99% of the time it's so soft and gentle

he might squeeze your waist or hand but he's not gonna bear hug you (also cause his frame is so small he's not really built for it lol)

CHOI SANGYEOP

best bear hugs in the WORLD :(

he'll entirely wrap his arms around you from the front and give you the biggest squeeze

likes it when you lay your cheek against his cheek, he'd love to cuddle like that

and you can hear his heartbeat and the soft fabric of his shirt and it's so cozy (he's so husband material OH MY GOD)

sangyeop is definitely a cuddling while in bed enjoyer

all wrapped up under the covers with you, so close and comfortable with each other

he loves being the big spoon obviously i feel like he'd be offended if you wanted to be the big spoon lol

he's just so protector coded, he needs to have his arms around you so you can feel safe and loved!!! :(

also likes sneaking in cheek kisses hehe

CHO WONSANG

wonsang spends so much time in the studio creating masterpieces so i feel like you would give him lots of back-hugs while he's in his chair

just with your arms hung over his shoulders maybe fiddling with the collar of his shirt or his necklace or his hair <3

or he'd pull you down onto his lap and hug you like that while he still works on songs :(

everything is very soft like yechan with wonsang

you'd rest your head on his shoulder and listen to him talk about his songs or his day :(

laughing together while you're snuggled close in his lap and you can feel his chest buzz

also i know that wonsang usually spends a lot of time in very soft hoodies as his casual clothes lol he's so cute

so like hugging him while he's wearing that almost every day is so cozy :(

if he was hugging you on the couch he would 100% intertwine your legs like THATS JUST SUCH A WONSANG CODED THING TO DO??

SHIN GWANGIL

most comforting hugs ever in lucy HANDS DOWN

his voice is soft and his personality is soft and his hugs ARE SOFT

i feel like gwangil would just talk about his day with you while hugging you, face buried in the crook of your neck or resting on your shoulder

his hugs would make you feel better in an instant no matter how hard the day had been-- just being in his arms makes everything better

he also would rub your arm or back to make his hugs extra comforting TT

and he would sometimes pull back from the hug to give you a kiss too :( just a little peck on the forehead omg he's so KSJDKS

but i feel like in the morning before he leaves for work he's so casual with hugs

just a quick little pull into his chest before he leaves, but he makes sure to give you a good squeeze

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[slytherinshua]

　　　lucy masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　yechan

nothing yet . . .

　　　　sangyeop

crash a date, get a boyfriend ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. friends to lovers. | wc: 2.4k.

　　　　wonsang

resting cute face

genre: fluff. | wc: 523.

　　　　gwangil

the breaking point (req)

genre: hurt/comfort. | wc: 816.

　　　　other

how lucy hugs (req)

genre: fluff. headcanons | wc: 611.

[slytherinshua]

DECKS THE HALLS : slytherinshua's holiday/3000 follower event.

note : so we are not quite at 3000 followers yet BUT we are 19 away as i type this, so i decided to just post this event not as a joint holiday and milestone celebration because i'm super excited about this !! thank you so much for 3k, i love every single one of you and hope that you will enjoy participating in this event and reading the fics that come out of it 🥹🥹🥹

rules : pick 1 idol from the list below along with 1 prompt. the idol list is organized in group name alphabetical order for easy navigation. after you have picked your idol and prompt, send in an ask with your request (ex. taehyun with #1, fresh flowers). i will cross off both lists as the requests fill up (no duplicate idols or prompts will be accepted, and no requests with multiple prompts listed will be accepted). a drabble will be written for as many requests as i can handle. you are welcome to send in multiple requests, but be aware that not all may be able to be completed. (i would appreciate if second requests be sent in a separate ask from the first ones so it's easy to keep track of). with all that being said, thank you so much for 3000 followers i love you all <3

disclaimer : there may not be every idol from a group on the list. this is either because i don't feel as confident writing for them, or i'm simply not as inspired to write for them as other members. it is not because i love the member less than the others.

ampers&one - na kamden, choi jiho, mackiah mercer, or kim seungmo

astro - lee dongmin, park minhyuk, or yoon sanha

cix - kim yonghee, bae jinyoung, or yoon hyunsuk

lucy - shin yechan, choi sangyeop, jo wonsang, or shin gwangil

mcnd - song minjae, no huijun, or bang junhyuk

nct wish - oh sion or kim daeyoung

nomad - hong doeui, shin kangsu, or jeong junho

onf - kim hyojin, lee changyun, lee seungjun, shim jaeyoung, park minkyun, or mizuguchi yuto

seventeen - wen junhui, jeon wonwoo, or xu minghao

sf9 - kim youngbin, lee jaeyoon, lee sanghyuk, baek juho, kim seokwoo, yoo taeyang or kim youngkyun

the boyz - jacob bae, kevin moon, or choi chanhee

tomorrow x together - choi yeonjun, kang taehyun, or hueningkai

tws - shin junghwan, han zhen, or han jihoon

verivery - lee dongheon, jo gyehyeon, ju yeonho, kim yongseung, or yoo kangmin

victon - han seungwoo, kang seungsik, lim sejun, choi byungchan, or jung subin

wayv - qian kun, ten lee, or liu yangyang

&team - koga yudai, byun euijoo, nakakita yuma, asakura jo, takayama riki, or hirota riki

1 - fresh flowers

2 - sprigs of lavender

3 - folded laundry

4 - crackling fireplace

5 - bright snow

6 - shining northern lights

7 - minty breath

8 - smudged lipstick

9 - matching rings

10 - pastel sundresses

11 - wet swimsuits

12 - hand-knitted hats

13 - ripped boxing gloves

14 - matching tattoos

15 - unspoken promises

16 - dry aged wine

17 - freshly brewed coffee

18 - burnt toast

19 - smooth piano keys

20 - tear stains on a pillow

21 - warmth of skin

22 - gleaming gemstones

23 - ointments and bandages

24 - scarred hands

25 - cuts and bruises

26 - a sharp sword

27 - a rusty dagger

28 - a torn dress

29 - a velvet suit

30 - a stolen jersey

31 - a scuffed motorcycle helmet

32 - a computer screen’s light reflected onto skin

33 - a closet under the stairs

34 - a comforting embrace

35 - a hand-written birthday card

36 - a spell unknowingly cast

37 - a secret heir to the throne

38 - a hot bullet

39 -a favour done in secret

40 - a flood of memories once forgotten

41 - a flushed face and breathless body

42 - a hint of perfume

43 - an empty basketball court lit by street lights

44 - soap suds slipping down one’s shoulder

45 - combing a hand through one’s hair

46 - arms clasped around one’s waist

47 - hands chilly from the cold

48 - thumbs running over one’s jawline

49 - rain running down a cold cheek

50 -knots worked out of one’s shoulder

51 - waking up from a bad dream

52 - huddling under one blanket together

completed fics :

1 - hueningkai + gleaming gemstones

2 - wonwoo + arms clasped around one's waist

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enjoy this unsolicited sangyeop fic :’) 

tw: vomiting, fainting

note: please read this as a pre-covid story please because i don’t think anyone would be able to ethically hide their sickness for the sake of a performance right now :’)

yes, in hindsight, sangyeop had made a mistake.  believing his choices to be thoughtless was an understandable conclusion - albeit an incorrect one.

sangyeop’s decisions were always based in a firm understanding of the risks and rewards surrounding his choices.  if anything, he could be said to think too much rather than too little.

so when he woke up with a sick ache in his bones on the day of a live performance, he assessed his options.  

on one hand, he could perform.  he figured the potential for damage was near-negligible, all things considered.  he felt that he could manage to sing well enough to pass as a bit dehydrated, and it wasn’t as though he couldn’t play guitar just because his nose was a bit stuffed up.

and sure, maybe breathing was a moderately more laborious task than normal, but he could handle it.

the alternative was to disappoint his fans, his bandmates, their staff, and himself.  it wasn’t even a risk, then, but a guaranteed failure.  sangyeop had never swallowed failure easily, so he kept his ailment to himself.

by the time they were on stage for soundcheck, sangyeop couldn’t deny feeling a bit rattled.  his brain didn’t seem to be working quite right, and probably it had overheated, if the amount of sweat on his forehead was anything to go by.  meanwhile, his hands were shaking so bad that he felt as though he were trying to play guitar outside in the dead of winter without a coat on.

it was all like this– everything was just rattling around.  it was all so loud, in a clattering kind of way, but the music they played came to him through cotton balls, muted.  it was only the drums that were too loud, every beat pounding in sangyeop’s head, relentless.  when the play-through was over, he asked gwangil if there was anything wrong with his drum set.  gwangil looked at him strangely.

“i don’t think so - the sound crew said everything was alright.  are you okay, hyung?  you look pale.”

he felt grimy and nauseous, but also triumphant.  he’d made it through soundcheck - all of the hard parts of the performance were over now.  next they’d play their three songs and in about 30 minutes, they’d be off the stage.

sangyeop nodded, and perhaps this was stupid and thoughtless.  it was just that right then, his rattling thoughts weren’t making much sense, and his only cohesive thought was that he’d managed to play through their set once; he could do it again, surely.

he made it through a song and a half.  sangyeop himself seemed to be the last to realize when his own vocals cut out; by the time he recognized that the emptiness in the song was his own fault, yechan was frowning at him from across the stage, and wonsang was filling in for him.  something floaty and uncontrollable rose up from sangyeop’s stomach and he thought he was going to throw up.  instead, he had a glimpse of pure alarm on yechan’s face, and then everything darkened in layers upon layers of grey until it was all black.

the next thing sangyeop was aware of was his stomach continuing where it had left off.  in a blurry haze, he sat up and vomited into a magically appearing trash bin.  the world was no longer rattly, but loopy and spinning, so sangyeop quickly squeezed his eyes shut and resigned himself to a lack of understanding for the sake of self-preservation.  he swayed, and a hand on his back steadied him just as he heaved again, loudly this time.  

sangyeop shuddered as the sound of bile splashing against the thin bag lining the trash can echoed in his ears.  sounds were too loud, now.  his jaw ached, but as the nausea intensified again, he wasn’t able to close his mouth as a rush of sick spilled out of him.  he coughed and felt that he would be sick again after, but instead ended up sputtering and retching his until his throat was sore and the sounds around him evened out.  there was a hand brushing through his hair.

“sangyeopie, can you open your eyes please?”  it was yechan.  he sounded upset.  cautiously, sangyeop tried, and was illogically proud when he realized his vision had steadied.

his pride was quickly dissipated when he saw the puffy redness around yechan’s eyes.

“what’s wrong?”  sangyeop asked, and he knew it was the wrong thing to say, and the rawness of his voice made it worse, and he hated the bitterness in yechan’s laugh.

“did you know you were sick?”  yechan responded.  at the same time, wonsang replied, answering sangyeop’s question over yechan’s shoulder.

“you passed out on stage, hyung.  you’re pretty sick.”

the pieces started falling back into place, then.  they were still at the performance venue, in a back room somewhere - which explained why he was laying on a bench rather than a bed.  it didn’t explain why yechan had been crying.

“i’m sorry,” sangyeop said, because it was probably his fault.  he had ruined their performance, after all, and he had failed.

sangyeop always found it entertaining to watch yechan’s expressions change.  it was better than a movie, sometimes, and often told a better story.

now, yechan looked blatantly distraught, and for once sangyeop had to fight the urge to look away.

“why—” yechan cut himself off, and looked away first, and then back, looking somehow even more lost.  mercifully, he continued.  “why didn’t you tell us?”

sangyeop opened his mouth, and then shut it.  gwangil had joined them shortly after sangyeop apologized, and now all three of his bandmates were looking at sangyeop with the same hurt confusion.

he swallowed back the urge to brush them off, and answered as honestly as he could.  “i didn’t want to disappoint… anyone.”  wonsang flinched, and sangyeop rushed to clarify.  “not just you guys!  myself, too, and the fans.”

yechan looked haunted.  “but we wouldn’t have been.  disappointed.”

sangyeop was prepared to protest this, to clarify again, but gwangil bet him to it, nodding his agreement.  “we would have been happy to help, hyung.”

“i just…” sangyeop trailed off.  “i really thought i’d be fine.”

yechan deflated.  “i should have noticed something was off,” he said, in the kind of tiny voice that would have been carried away by the wind, were they outside.  it hurt.

“no, that’s—” for the first time, real regret filled sangyeop’s chest.  “no.  hyung.  i should have told you.  i mean it.  i was being stupid.”

finally - finally! - yechan’s mouth wobbled into a smile.  “well, even you can’t be smart all the time, i guess.”

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(idk how to explain this trope well but) sharing a bed with someone who is sick so that they can keep an eye on the sick person + sick!gwangil with sangyeop 🥺👉👈

i've never heard of this trope but??? this is the cutest thing?????

okay the way i picture this happening is gwangil doesn't feel like he needs to be watched over 24/7 but he's also exhausted and sick so he isn't going to fight it too much either? and yeop is very worried about gwangil because 1. he's sick and 2. he's acting like he's fine which he clearly isn't and 3. he almost passed out earlier! so yes, sangyeop is going to keep a very close eye on him, even though, as gwangil keeps repeating, he's just going to sleep!

i have a hard time picturing this happening in their dorm because i think they already share a room which seems close enough but what if they're on tour and gwangil was supposed to have a 1 bedroom hotel room or something?

i think with this trope we have to give gwangil fever nightmares but like it ends up not being too bad because yeop is there right away. he's on high alert so he hears even the slightest whimper and even before he's fully awake he's placing a soothing hand on gwangil's forehead and then maybe his neck, too, to stop him from thrashing around. gwangil settles, and then wakes up caught in between fear and comfort.

"hyung?" he sounds very young, and sangyeop easily lets gwangil hug him. he's shaking, and yeop pets his head until he stops and drifts off to sleep again with his head on yeop's chest

okay yeah i love this a lot, this is one of the most wholesome things i've written in... maybe ever <3

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ask: um hi hello i rly rly like ur lucy fics and i finally came up with a prompt !! could u please write gwangil becoming overwhelmed with trying to balance university + helping make music + lucy promos and getting so anxious to the point he becomes physically sick? i would rly like to see how u write that as well as how the other members react/try to comfort him. thank u so much i rly look forward to reading it and ur future lucy fics too 💜

tw: the entirety of this fic depicts anxiety. please skip it if that is triggering to you. though i didn’t intend to write a full-blown panic/anxiety attack, many of gwangil’s symptoms here are reminiscent of one and could be triggering. i’d say the most triggering paragraph is the “at six pm” one, but it is very woven into this fic as a whole so please use caution. for anyone who would like to know more details, here are his symptoms, which are described in some cases quite graphically: difficulty breathing, shaking handsets sweating, achy muscles, light-headedness, nausea, headache, the sound of one’s heart beating in their own ears, and vomiting.

as much as he complained about the difficulty, gwangil always told wonsang to push him when it came to playing the drums. he figured it was the quickest way to improve his skills, and since he felt he was lagging behind the others due to having had less time to learn his instrument, he wanted to get better as quickly as possible.

unfortunately, he may have been a bit overambitious with school for similar reasons. the other members of his band had either completed university already, or weren’t planning on attending. gwangil wanted to finish his degree as soon as possible so that he would have more time to dedicate to his craft. he didn’t think taking one extra class would be too much of a problem.

he thought he was handling things well for a while, actually. he kept himself on a very regimented schedule, planned every day’s activities down to the minute, and finally broke his habit of procrastinating.

he was feeling pretty confident, until quite suddenly he wasn’t.

at six pm, he had two papers due within hours and three exams the next day, and suddenly gwangil couldn’t breathe. in the car on the way to their first music show for their recent comeback, unsure if he could even play their latest release because his hands were not only blistered but achy, shaking, and sweaty, gwangil wondered if his professors would let him off the hook if he passed out. having not slept for two whole days and become friends with a seemingly permanent headache, gwangil felt his stomach lurch threateningly.

“pull over.” gwangil wasn’t in the habit of ordering anyone to do anything, least of all their driver who was very good at her job, but he couldn’t manage anything else just then. he figured being curt now and apologizing for his rudeness later was preferable to vomiting in the car right then and there. he leaned forward and put his head beneath his knees, trying to ignore the way the car jolted his head up and down. yechan, who was next to gwangil and had started rubbing his back, encouraged their driver to hurry in an uncharacteristically serious voice, and then told wonsang to look for a bag in the back of the car.

if gwangil wasn’t desperately trying not to vomit, he would’ve been thoroughly impressed. as it was, he had to swallow back a mouthful of rancid sick that had made it up his throat once and was threatening to return with a vengeance momentarily.

fortunately, the car slowed to a stop, and with yechan’s help, gwangil stumbled out of the car. he squatted in the grass at the side of the road and bent forward, waiting. sangyeop had taken over for yechan and was massaging gwangil’s shoulders - which was nice, but gwangil felt a sliver of guilt slice through his gut for causing so much unnecessary concern, and for drawing things out for so long.

five minutes had passed and all he’d managed to do was sweat through his nice shirt and drool a bit onto the grass. the nausea was still there, stronger than ever, but nothing else seemed to be happening. he tried to take a deep breath, but couldn’t seem to get his lungs around enough air, and ended up coughing.

painful as it was, that seemed to do the trick. brought up by a cough-turned-retch, puke splattered into the grass and, once he fell to a kneel, onto gwangil’s hands. he could hear his heart pounding too-loud in his ears, somehow louder than his retching.

there wasn’t much in his stomach to expel, but the first wave was followed by uncontrollable dry-heaving and a few mouthfuls of bile. dizzy and exhausted, gwangil leaned in to the cool hands that brushed his sweaty hair back and helped him sit on his heels. he was still shaky and nauseous, but the overwhelming need to vomit was fading, and he could refocus on his surroundings again.

sangyeop was explaining to yechan - and probably gwangil himself - that he didn’t have a fever, and he couldn’t have eaten something bad because they’d been having their meals together since they’d spent the entire weekend practicing. yechan, whose lips were pressed into a thin line (once again catching gwangil off guard in its serious nature), nodded in agreement, but reached out to check gwangil’s forehead just in case. wonsang hesitantly offered gwangil a bottle of water.

after taking a few sips, gwangil cleared his throat. “shouldn’t we get going?”

the other three men looked at him like he’d just announced that dogs meowed and cats barked. “what?” he demanded. “we’re already going to be late.”

“you don’t get carsick, do you?” yechan asked, hesitant, almost hopeful. gwangil frowned.

“no, but we’re still gonna be late.”

recently, sangyeop and yechan had begun exchanging glances with each other more frequently, communicating silently as if they actually did have powers of telepathy. gwangil was torn between finding it amusing and being annoyed by it, but right now, he found no humor in the way they both simultaneously shook their heads without speaking a singe word aloud. finally, sangyeop, in the gentlest voice he had, broke the silence.

“we’re not going, gwangil.”

his immediate emotional response was not surprise. it was not disappointment, or confusion, or sadness. it was anger, red hot and inexplicably potent.

it was surprise at his own volatility that stopped him from lashing out blindly. gwangil wasn’t typically an angry person. he’d never seen red before, not literally, not like this, and something in the back of his mind told him that he was in the wrong.

yes, he had worked extremely hard for this performance - but so had the others. sure, he’d been a bit busier with school recently, but that was the consequence of his own choices. no one had forced him. he looked around at his bandmates and saw no anger there, no disappointment - just concern. his own anger drained away, leaving only disappointment, sadness, and a question that he probably already knew the answer to.

“why?”

“you’re sick,” yechan said, as if that explained everything. it was what gwangil had expected him to say.

“i’m not. you both checked - i don’t have a fever, do i?”

yechan shook his head, and sangyeop played with gwangil’s hair. “you don’t need to have a fever to be sick,” sangyeop murmured. “we live with you, gwangil - you can’t think we don’t see how hard you’ve been pushing yourself, especially recently. it’s too much.”

“i’m sorry,” wonsang said in a small voice, before gwangil even had a chance to argue. “i kept asking more of you, even though i knew you were already under so much pressure…”

gwangil felt himself soften. “it’s not your fault, hyung. i told you i could do it!” he lightly punched wonsang in the arm and received a weak smile in return. “i…” gwangil sighed. “i might not be the best at pacing myself,” he admitted, “but that’s on me, okay?”

wonsang still looked uncertain, but when he nodded, it seemed genuine.

“let’s go home for now, yeah?” yechan asked, reaching out an arm to help gwangil up. standing, he felt his exhaustion kick in to a new level, and was suddenly relieved to not have to play the drums tonight.

“can i draft emails asking for deadline extensions for your essays?” sangyeop asked. gwangil shrugged.

“just let me read them before you send them.”

sangyeop nodded. “of course.”

when they returned to their dorms, gwangil’s bed felt so much like heaven, he couldn’t even bring himself to be sad about the missed performance any more. well, just a little. he stayed awake long enough to approve sangyeop’s emails and spared a few thoughts to hoping he’d be allowed the extensions, but ultimately concluded that there wasn’t much he could do about it at the moment, and drifted into the first deep sleep he’d had in weeks.

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