#diamond life scenarios: 2k followers event

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Took Away The Pain

m e m b e r : Joshua Hong!!! g e n r e : fLUFFY!!11!!!1 w o r d c o u n t : 2k

i n t r o : SEVENTEEN has been busy preparing for their latest world tour Diamond Edge, and it’s starting to take a toll on your boyfriend’s body.

“Good job everyone, that’s all for today! Please go home and get ample rest before the next stop.” The 13 boys that were sweating profusely slowly dispersed from the practice to collect their luggage, they waved each other good bye and proceeded to go their own way, majority heading to the dorm while some returned to meet their family and Joshua was no exception.

Jeonghan and Joshua walked down the hallway of Pledis building and down to the basement carpark in silence. Ever since they landed 5 hours ago, they have been practicing non-stop and were exhausted out of their own minds. Joshua then broke the silence, “Need me to drop you off Han?” He said while fumbling to unlock his car. Jeonghan laughed at the clumsy boy and shook his head. “Thanks man, but my parents are coming with my little sister!” He said with a hint of excite. Joshua nodded his head gently.

“You should hurry home, your soulmate must be dying to see you.” Joshua’s eyes immediately smiled at the mention of you. How your eyes would light up whenever you saw him, how the corners of your beautiful lips was always up whenever he was around, even in your sleep, and how your cheeks would always be a tint of red whenever he was home from schedules.

And that’s why Joshua came to fall in love with you. You were so happy and optimistic and there was nothing that could ruin your day. You were his happy pill after a long day of schedule and training. You guys have been dating for a year after he arrived in Korea, back when you were working under Pledis as a Korean teacher and translator for new trainees who couldn’t speak Korean.

Joshua spoke Korean back in the US, but not that fluent. So he still took lessons with you, be it an excuse to see you or to actually learn. He was a fast learner and picked up the language fast, which is why he was put into SEVENTEEN early in his trainee days. He was also really fast in winning your heart over with his dad jokes, puns and acrostic poems. But what made you fall crazy in love with him was his kindness to anyone and everyone and his determination. You never ever saw him get angry, was always polite and gave his 120% during his training, even when he didn’t know if he could debut.

It’s been a little over 3 years since you guys started dating, but due to his visit to America, you guys couldn’t celebrate the 3rd Anniversary. In particular, it’s been 3 weeks since you last saw him and you only had him for 3 days. It was tough but nothing beats your love for him. Joshua felt bad missing the anniversary no matter how much you said it was okay so he kept sending you gifts, even from America. Today was no different, and he was about to surprise you again.

He alighted from his car in a small alleyway with lots of side shops and walked into the florist. “Sojung nuna! Jisoo here to pick up the flowers I ordered last week!” Her head popped out from a bunch of flowers and she smiled, “Hold on a minute! I’ll go get your flowers!” Sojung was his cousin from America that moved over to be a florist and he was his reliable source of surprising what he likes to call you, the most beautiful flower in his life.

“Here you go.” She passed him the huge bouquet of peonies and baby breaths, and as he was taking his wallet out, she stopped him. “On the house, you’ve worked hard the past 3 weeks. Go surprise her.” He nodded and thanked her, slipping a $100 note into the tip jar, knowing she would later reprimand him over the phone. He walked to his car and placed the bouquet of flowers next to him before he drove to the apartment you guys shared.

He pulled up infront of the loft that you two lovingly shared with your two golden retrievers and he took a good look at the house, grabbed the bouquet and unlocked the door. He opened the door to two excited pups begging for his love, “Hi there Bean and Dubbs!!!” He cooed before looking around for your presence. He spotted you in the kitchen cooking something, listening to your earpiece.

He smiled and put the flowers on the kitchen counter before back-hugging you, removing one side of the earpiece. “How’s my favourite girl doing?” You stood there frozen for a second when you heard his voice, before regaining consciousness and jumping on him. “Babe! When did you arrive? I MISSED YOU!” You did a little cheer while your two dogs barked at you two, making a ruckus.

Joshua smiled at your shining eyes and red cheeks, “A little while ago. I have a surprise for you.” Joshua moved aside to reveal the huge bouquet of your favourite flowers and you screamed again. “SHU! You shouldn’t have!” You said as you hugged the huge bouquet and squashed your face in it. He smiled widely, “I should’ve. It was worth it.” You turned to him to give him a long, loving kiss before pulling apart, forehead together, giggling.

“Where’s your luggage, I’ll go get it! I’ll run a bath for you! I’ll finish cooking dinner!” Joshua laughed at how you were trying to multi-task with your little body, running around with two huge pups following you around. He sure loves his little family of four. You then promptly ran out to bring his luggage in, dumping the laundry in the washing machine. Joshua watched as you ran around the house getting things done.

You ran into the bathroom to run the warm bath for him and fetched him a towel, pushing him into the bathroom. “I love you baby, thank you for this.” He said at the doorway of the toilet, kissing your cheek lightly. You smiled before shoving him in the bathroom, “I love you too, but you stink!” You laughed as he said a loud ‘HEY!” and you continue to prepare dinner.

After you guys were done with dinner, you guys collapsed on your bed in matching puppy pajamas, your two dogs flopping down on the floor next to you. “Good night baby, no more good night texts.” Joshua whispered, as he kissed your temple gently before snuggling you, You smiled lightly and said quietly under your breath, “Good night love.” before falling into a deep slumber.

Next morning, you were awakened by Joshua groaning loudly and your eyes shot open. He was clutching his arm before groaning again. “SHU! What’s wrong?” He moaned out, “My arm and back really hurts..” You checked the time, 9am. The clinic nearby was open and you immediately got dressed and brought Joshua to the car, driving him to the clinic.

The doctors couldn’t identify what was wrong with Joshua, so they prescribed him with painkillers and told him to check back again in a few days. You guys drove home and Joshua was groaning in pain on the couch. The dogs sat by him on the sofa, ears dropped down as though they knew he was in pain. You were saddened by the event and how it made Joshua so weak. He couldn’t stand or lay down properly because it would just hurt.

You brewed him some porridge and fed him his medicine, and he fell asleep shortly after. You called the members and their manager to inform them about the incident. The members and managers dropped by to visit while Joshua was asleep but none of them wanted to wake him up, even in his sleep, he looked like he was in so much pain.

You served the guests some snacks and tea before they left, leaving well wishes. Pledis called you and did say that if it gets worse, Joshua can get treatment at the hospital and not attend the next tour stop. But knowing Joshua, he would hate to do so. Joshua hated disappointing his fans, and would push himself to the limit. That’s how he always was, giving his 120%.

He woke up later in the evening to eat some food and take his painkillers again, before falling back into sleep, this time on the bed. You sat next to him after washing up and feeding the pups, you looked at his angelic face, eyebrows furrowed probably due to the pain and face scrunched. You looked at him with so much worry, and tears started to spill.

“Have you ever met someone you loved so much, that when they were in pain, you just wanted to take the pain away from them, even if it means that you will be in pain. Or just want to share a bit of the pain so that person can at least rest a bit better?”

You were crying, sobbing and in a load of tears. You hated it, how you couldn’t do anything to make Joshua’s pain lesser, or make him feel even a slight bit better. He was probably the most kind-hearted and nicest person you ever know, why did he have to suffer? You just cried and cried and cried, hoping something would make his pain lesser.

You sat next to him all night, and fell asleep on the bedside table. Joshua then woke up because Bean jumped on the bed to lick his face. He searched around for you before finding you, fast asleep on the floor, head propped on the bed, looking at him. He caressed your cheek before kissing your temple with all the strength he had.

It woke you up, and he got a shock. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed, face obviously still in pain. You stared at him before breaking down again. He was confused but comforted you with all the strength he had left. “What’s wrong baby.. Please don’t cry, you know I hate seeing you like this.”

“I just feel, bad. I can’t do anything to help you feel at least a bit better and you’re suffering alone. I hate it. How I can’t share even a bit of pain with you. I’m sorry babe. You’re the most amazing boyfriend yet I can’t do even a single thing for you.” Joshua smiled at how pure your heart was. He was lucky to call you his.

“Hey.. Don’t cry. It’s not your fault, and I’m fine. You being here makes me feel better. You did do a lot for me love. You cooked food for me, fed me my meds, carried me around and even took care of the guests. You’re the amazing one.” Joshua whispered, probably because he was exhausted. You smiled at his words and jumped on top of him, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for everything Jisoo ah.” The way you called him made his heart flutter, even after 3 years. “I love you babe.” You said before spamming kisses all over his face and neck. “I love you too babygirl.” He said with you squishing his cheeks, kissing him all over. He sat up, pinning you under him and now it was his turn to spam kisses all over you. Bean and Dubbs joined shortly after, rolling around the bed.

“Babe? Does it not hurt anymore?” You remembered, asking Joshua. He looked at his arm, and then cracking his neck. “I.. feel better. All of a sudden.” Joshua looked at himself in shock and you jumped on him. “MY BABY’S OKAY!” Joshua smiled and hugged you tightly. He was happy with where his life has come too, his small family of four and his amazing other half. He stopped you, pulled you apart to face him.

“It’s the power of your love. You did it babe. You took my pain away.” He said, smiling widely, his cat eyes prominent. You smiled and mumbled softly only he could hear, “It’s a power of OUR love.” You two then shared a sweet kiss before it was ruined by Dubbs putting his butt to Joshua’s face.

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Hey could you do a drabble with 9 & 24, Vernon, fluff, and possibly could you incorporate my bubbly and giggly personality pretty pls?

9: “What do you think about kissing?” (Fronting)24: “From now on, I’m going to call you mine” (Mansae)

Genre: FLUFFILY FLUFF FLUFFWord Count: 967 Warnings: milD KISS SCENE

A/N: Hey!!!! I apologise if this isn’t fluffy enough for you!!! >

// VERNON IS SO HANDSOME IN REAL LIFE I JUST WANT TO POINT THIS OUT //

Can we all also just scream about Vocal team yes thank you we admins all are ded i barely got myself to post this

- Scooped ✌️

It was 2am. The moon hung high up in the night sky, and the streets of Seoul were dark and quiet, a few occasional cars passing by. You were standing at a traffic light, waiting to cross over to him, who was, already, smiling ear to ear by just looking at you.

You wore a beaming smile and waved to him, and you found him returning it, like a small little boy who finally sees his parents again after school is over.

It was Hansol, or more familiar to the larger audience, it was Vernon, from Seventeen.

Hansol had a long, long month of work, travelling to many countries like Singapore, Taiwan and even the Philippines. Seventeen just finished their intensive Diamond Edge tour, and they were more than delighted to have a short break. Hansol was just as happy to be able to see you again.

You crossed over once the green man appeared on the traffic light, and you immediately jumped into his arms, clinging onto his neck, giving him a warm hug.

“I’ve missed you,” Hansol said, as he returned you the hug by wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Me too!” you said and looked up at him, “I missed you a lot too!”

“Look what I got for us,” Hansol said, as he held up a plastic bag.

Your eyes widened and you jumped for joy, “Yay it’s sushi! Thank you! You’re the best!”

You ruffled his hair playfully and started leading the way to the date’s destination - Han River.

Hansol has been planning this date for the longest time ever, he calculated the date to meet, the time, and even what to say and do. It was the day he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend.

There were celebratory lights hung up everywhere during the New Year celebration held in a mutual friend’s apartment, and that was where you met Hansol. You weren’t dumb - you knew him. He was an Idol. Someone of a high status, being loved by millions of fans all around the world. You tried to keep calm and not freak out that you were speaking to a celebrity, but to your surprise, not only did you keep your cool, the both of you hit it off naturally and immediately as well, since speaking in English was a piece of cake for you two.

Hansol kept in contact with you even after the party and you were starstruck every single time he video called you - though not as Seventeen’s Vernon, but as a normal, teenage boy, Hansol.

His charms, his jokes, his looks, all gradually began to appeal to you.

As you put the last piece of the sushi into your mouth, you lied down on the soft grass, joining Hansol in his stargazing.

The vast night sky, speckled with the light of a hundred million stars, it was a breathtaking view, and you are glad that to be able to share this sight with Hansol.

“Hey…” Hansol said as he sat up.

“Hmm?” you answered, still mesmerised, and looking at the starry night sky.

But Hansol, on the other hand, were mesmerised by you. Your eyes twinkled in the dark, your smile brightening up his world, your personality - so happy, it was like as if you had no problems in life - he loved it so much, he loved that you didn’t let obstacles bring you down easily, and he knew, he was right in choosing you.

“I think you’re the most amazing girl on Earth,” he blurted out.

You turned your head and looked towards him, only to see him looking straight back at you, sincerity overflowing in his gaze. You tilted your head in confusion and sat back up, taking his hand. You could tell that Hansol was being very serious, he was tense, maybe even on the verge of tears.

“Hey silly… what’s up?” you asked in concern.

Hansol shuffled closer to you and gripped your hand tight.

“I like you. I like you so much,” Hansol said, and you felt your blood rise to your cheeks. 

Hansol’s… confessing?

“Since the day I met you, my life has been full of laughter and joy, I love that you are so bright, so optimistic, and so so so pretty,” Hansol said, looking down and playing with your hands, which were already intertwined with his.

You gave a sigh of relief, feeling really, really glad. You were happy about everything. You were glad that the feelings were mutual, you were glad that you had sushi for supper, you were extremely glad, that Hansol was with you there and then.

“Hansol,” you started, “What do you think about kissing?”

Hansol looked up at you, startled by your straightforwardness, and you just smiled and blushed, questioning yourself as well on why you said that.

“I mean if you don’t want to, I can understand, I mean, I know it’s a little too fas-”

And within seconds, Hansol’s lips were on yours, heating up the cool autumn night. It was a kiss to remember; it was filled with happiness and the exhilarating affection the both of you had for each other. You felt all his emotions and feelings kept for the past year pour out as you moved along with his lips, and you were really grateful, to have met someone like him.

Hansol gave you one last peck, as he lifted one of his hands to cup your face. Hansol stared at you for a good minute or two, his eyes dodging from your forehead all the way to your chin.

“Your face can be my heat pack in the winter,” Hansol said jokingly, earning a playful punch from you.

“No but seriously, from now on, I’m going to call you mine.”

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62&91 DK ANGST. Can you please make in an open end?? Please make me cry. Thank you so much!! 💕💕💕 Also congrats on your 2k!!!

62. “How are you so pretty?” (Very Nice)

91. “If you can hear my heart, please come back to me.” (Don’t Listen Secretly)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY I NEVER MEANT TO HURT SUNSHINE AND UNIVERSAL SOURCE OF HAPPINESS LEE SEOKMIN BUT YOU ASKED ME TO MAKE YOU CRY SO MY ANGSTY WRITING ENGINES TOOK CONTROL OF ME IM —- ;; PLEASE FORGIVE ME

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Genre: Soulmate!AU, angstWord Count: 997Warnings: description of injuries/bloodshed

You fell in love with him the moment you heard his voice echoing through your head on the day of your eighteenth birthday.

It had been a simple, tentative “H-hello?”, the sound of a silvery voice causing you to shoot up from your covers in bed, reeling from a rush of delight and pure adrenaline. It is truly a feeling to behold, when you first discover a telepathic connection with your soulmate.

It was a phenomenon that seems to transcend science and logic, the concept of it all baffling even the most decorated of neuropsychologists. Most just accept it as a marvelment of destiny.

You wrinkled your eyebrows as you try to get used to the unfamiliar (yet strangely pleasant) sensation of having someone present in your thoughts. “Are… you my soulmate?” you nervously project into your head, and you wait with bated breath for his response.

His subsequent reply was so bright, the sun could have risen up at the sound of his voice.

“I’m Seokmin! I’m so happy to finally meet you, soulmate!”

Months have pass since your birthday, and even in that short time, you’ve established such a strong connection with your soulmate, both mentally and emotionally. You didn’t know that you could ever feel this close to someone you’ve never met face-to-face. Your relationship with Seokmin is one to be desired, your friends often whining about how they wished to be in your shoes.

You’ve exchanged numbers on the first day, but that ceased to be of use quickly when you both realised how much more convenient it was directly talking through your mind. Seokmin is nothing short of sweet, checking up on you ever so often to make sure you’re okay, always respecting your privacy, never crossing any boundaries to make you feel uncomfortable.

You have lost track of the number of late night telepathic conversations you’ve had with Seokmin. To others, you’d look like a lovestruck fool, grinning giddily to yourself alone on your bed. But between you and Seokmin, you’d talk about everything under the sun till daybreak: his favourite music, your hobbies…

There are times where he’d sing to you too (by god, those were your favourite nights), his soothing voice reverberating through your head in the most beautiful of ways. You love him so much already. You can’t wait to meet him.

It was a Saturday afternoon when it happened. You were on your way to your weekend classes. Seokmin too, was going about his average schedules. You both promise to chat later over lunch, planning his visit to your city when winter break rolls around.

“So, later at one?” he asks while you sweep a glance across the busy road.

“I’ll try to be on time, I have to make a trip down to visit Grandma Song at the park. She usually forgets her meals when going about her cleaning duties…” you told him.

It was silent for a moment, and you frown in concern. “Seok?”

Then a sigh, “How are you so pretty?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, earning some confused, others knowing, glances from passers-by. “What would you know, you never even seen me. Dork…”

“You’re so pretty,” Seokmin continued as you stepped off the pavement to cross the road. “You have such a pretty heart and soul. Gosh, I’m so lucky to have you…”

You were halfway across the road, smiling.

“… to call you my soulmate…”

A screech hit your ears, and you whipped your head to the left. The sight of what greeted you drains all colour on your face, rendering you rooted to the ground.

“CAR!”

That was the last word Seokmin would ever hear from you.

Hurts… Everything freaking hurts.

You couldn’t move. Each miniscule shift of your body sent a thousand superheated knives stabbing through your skin. A weight on your chest crushed any breath left in you. You can only lie there, your body shattered like the glass around you, in a pool of your own blood. It flowed… and flowed…

“Baby… Baby! Please!” Seokmin cries, voice shrill and cracking with panic, “You’re scaring me! Please answer me!”

Seok… you wanted to call out to him, to soothe him. But every attempt to connect with your soulmate subjected your head to excruciating pain, like having an axe hacking through your skull. The more you tried, the more it seemed harder to reach him.

“BABY!” Seokmin was beyond hysterical. “Please! If you can hear my heart, please come back to me… Please give me a sign that you’re okay!”

Panicked voices surrounded you, and along with the incessant ringing of your ears, Seokmin’s voice became barely audible.

No… Seokmin, no…

Everything grew fader and morphed into a blur before your eyes. You black out, Seokmin’s heart-wrenching sobs pulsing through your head.

It’s your third week since you’ve woken up from the accident. You’re not quite recovered, but the bandage around your head still proves to be an uncomfortable pain in the ass. You sit up on the hospital bed, immediately going about your morning routine.

You’re not well enough for visits yet. The doctor did allow your parents to see you a few times a week during your physical therapy sessions, but even then they hardly spoke to you.

Not since the day the doctor asked you for the year. Not since you’ve replied, “2016” with difficulty.

You still wonder why your answer made your mother break into tears.

Your doctor kept your friends at bay, insisting that he’d stop once he’s certain you’re ready. Your phone had been crushed beyond repair during the accident, cutting off any connections to the outside world.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been feeling like you’re missing something in your life, the hole in your heart potent and irreparable.

It’s always too quiet for your comfort in the room, and you can never quite explain why.

Oh well, maybe things would change once you found your soulmate.

You can’t wait for your eighteenth birthday.

IM SORRY GUYS IM SO SO SO SORRY GAH I FEEL SO DAMN GUILTY

[seventeen-scenarios-blog]

"I'm going to get jealous" and “If you can hear my heart, please come back to me.” with Seungkwan would be really great! Thank you~

64. “I’m going to get jealous.” (Mansae)

91. “If you can hear my heart, please come back to me.” (Don’t Listen Secretly)

A/N: I hope you weren’t expecting angst from these two prompts because……… Apparently my crack disease doesn’t stop at Junhui. I deeply apologize for this mess, Diamond Edge is once again my pitiful excuse.

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Genre: say it with me now, C-R-A-C-KWord count: 993Warnings: I ask for your forgiveness

A bag of food in hand, you lift your fist and give the door in front of you three hard raps.

The white door swings open, revealing a dishevelled Hansol ruffling his hair.

“Oh, you’re here,” he croaks, looking like he had just awoken from a nap. The television behind him drones a football game, being the only source of light illuminating the living room.

You frown, not too pleased that he’s the one that greets you at the door. Hansol’s eyes shine at the sight of the takeout you are holding, and makes a grab for it. You whip it out of his reach, ignoring the disappointed scowl on his face.

“Where is your roommate, Hansol?”

The male sighs resignedly. “Hasn’t left his room since this morning. Hasn’t eaten either.”

You shake your head as you pull out Hansol’s share of fried chicken out of your bag. He receives the box with a grateful mumble of his thanks, retreating back to his perch on the couch.

“Must be nice to not study for the college entrance exams,” you tell him, kicking off your shoes to step into the studio apartment. “Since you’ve already secured a spot as a idol trainee.”

“Easy for you to say,” Hansol replies, sinking onto the leather with a groan as you twist the doorknob to your boyfriend’s room. “You’re the one with the fully endorsed scholarship out of this miserable island.”

As you expect, your boyfriend is hunched over his study desk, toiling over a book as thick as a dictionary. He looks worse for wear, his non-writing hand forked through his auburn hair and his pen twirls incessantly between his fingers.

“Oh, Hansol?” Seungkwan rasps, not sparing you a glance. You cock an eyebrow, deciding not to correct him at the moment. “I’m still having trouble with this acidic hydrolysis equation. I can’t balance the equation between the anime and hydrogen ions.”

You snort, closing the door behind you. “You have to add H2O into the equation, dummy. And it’s a-MINE, not anime.”

At the sound of your voice, Seungkwan snaps his head up. “Oh! Uh, babe…” he stutters, “I didn’t know you are coming over today.”

“You would if you had checked your phone since last night?” you dryly point out, setting the plastic bag down on the desk. Seungkwan visibly flushes, breaking off eye contact to stare guiltily at his pile of notes.

“I’m here to make sure you get food in your system. Hansol says you’ve hardly ate or slept since yesterday.”

“I did sleep,” Seungkwan protests. “Hansol can’t sleep with the lights on so he threatened to tie me to the bed if I didn’t turn in.”

You laugh at that, taking out the 2 boxes of fried chicken out of the bag. “Enough Chemistry for now, it’s time for dinner.”

To your annoyance, he turns back to his work again. “I just gotta finish this question first.”

You narrow your eyes, “Wanna repeat that?”

He visibly gulps. “Five minutes?” he meekly tries.

“ZERO MINUTES!” You pounce onto your boyfriend with a feral hiss. Seungkwan lets out what sounds like a terrified cry for help as you wrestle the pen out of his grip and throwing it towards his bed. You end up squashing him under your weight, both your bodies crammed into his tiny swivel chair.

“Do you see this shit?!” Seungkwan exclaims in disbelief. Hansol stiffens, his leg raised mid-step,  as two pair of eyes land on him, one pleading, one fiery, and he hobbles out of the door on one foot.

“Why are you studying so hard anyway? It doesn’t suit you at all!” you yell, holding your ground - or seat - as Seungkwan struggle underneath you.

“Because!” he screeches back, “You’re off to Seoul on a scholarship and I will be stuck in a university here in Jeju and I’m going to get jealous of all the elite guys you’ll be with and I’M NOT GOING TO BE THERE WITH YOU!”

“WELL, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BE WITH ME EITHER IF YOU STARVE YOURSELF TO DEATH!” You’re pretty sure his neighbours could hear your banter at this point.. “I’M NOT GOING TO LOSE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE TO SOMETHING AS TRIVIAL AS MERIT!”

“IS THIS HOW YOU EXPRESS YOUR LOVE BECAUSE I THINK YOU ARE MISTAKING IT FOR PHYSICAL ABUSE!”

“SCREW YOU, BOO SEUNGKWAN!” You whip his textbook and calculator off his desk and throw yourself off his lap, stalking out of the door. You brace your weight against the wood with your newly-acquired items firmly in hand. “I’m doing this for your own good! You’re not getting these back until you eat!”

“Come on, don’t be like this,” Seungkwan whines, pummelling his hands against the door from the other side. Hansol watches you warily, taking a cautious step away from you when you shoot him a glower.

You lean your head back, listening to your boyfriend’s distressed footsteps. “You’re going to leave~!” he abruptly belts in a random, indiscernible melody. “You’re going to leave me alone in Jeju!”

“This is why I’m single,” mutters the half-Korean, shaking his head.

“If you can hear my heaaaaart, please come back to me!” You roll your eyes at his overdramatics. Maybe the idol life would suit him, he’s certainly got the pipes for it.

Eventually, he falls silent, prompting you to curiously peer into his room. He’s seated on his desk once again, gnawing on a piece of chicken. “Boo,” you call, pitying him at his state of despondency.

“How am I going to study without my materials?” he mumbles, “and without you?”

At that, your heart crumbles. “I just don’t want you overworking yourself. I love that you’re doing this for me, but sometimes it’s okay to rest a while.”

“I know, I know…” he says, watching you from the top of his eyes. “You’re not mad at me, right?”

You give him a kiss on his forehead. “Never.”

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Helloooo!!! Congrats on reaching 2K followers~~ 🎊🎊 I love each and every scenario of all admins 💓 All of you are 💯💯💯💯💯💯 And for the drabble game: 9 & 11, Seungcheol, super fluffy ^^ Thank you in advance~!!

9: “What do you think about kissing?” (Fronting)

11: “Let’s have our next date soon!” (Very Nice)

A/N: AAAAAAA all hail the holy bias wrecker CHOI SEUNGCHEOLLLLLLL who made bias lists obsolete, God bless you :> I hope this is to your liking! I had a lot of fun with it 💕 you’re too sweet omg ❤️

- admin hoshit 💕

Word count: 932 words

Genre: Fluff, crack maybe

Warnings: some cheesiness maybe

The first time Seungcheol arrives at your door, winking, “you asked for the cutest pizza boy? This is Seungcheol reporting! Lucky for you, this is my last delivery for the night”, you fall head over heels. 12AM, and you were bored, hungry and tired, so obviously the answer to your problems was to order pizza and request for the cutest pizza boy.

Praise the Lord above, for He delivered, you think deliriously to yourself while attempting to pay for the pizza, only to remember that you left your wallet upstairs. Seungcheol, cute pizza boy extraordinaire, consents to wait at the door, hot pizza in hand as collateral “just in case you shut the door on me after taking the pizza,” to which you almost instinctively replied “never,” as you walk up the stairs.

He leaves, ten dollars richer in tips that you can barely remember giving to him.

The second time Seungcheol rings the doorbell, a cheerful shout of “hey, it’s Seungcheol again! You could have just asked for me instead of the cutest pizza boy again,” and you open the door, blushing at the fact that he can probably tell that you were hoping that he would be the one to deliver your pizza, a mere three days after your first encounter.

He stays and chats for a while, reassuring you that he had the time as he did not have any deliveries after yours.

The third time Seungcheol knocks, his voice loud enough for you to hear from the second floor, “you know you don’t have to request for me or ‘the cutest pizza boy’ from now on right? I’m your designated pizza boy now apparently”, his sleeves bunched up around his biceps, straining, almost, because what the hell, apparently pizza boxes count as dumbbells nowadays.

You fly down the stairs in a hurry to open the door, but the invisible rock on the stairs that appears five times a year deliberately chooses to show up now, because you trip and tumble down about five steps to the bottom, a concerned Seungcheol yelling, “are you okay? I heard a few thumps, scream if you’re dead!”

Shouting back a quick “I’m fine,” you sit up dazedly on the floor, now that’s a shortcut, you think absent-mindedly as you stumble to the door, opening the door to an extremely worried Seungcheol who catches you as you sway a little.

He hurriedly supports you into the house, dumping the pizza onto the counter and settles you on the couch, joking that “I know most people fall for me, but you didn’t have to do that literally,” as he fusses over you.

You swat him away good-naturedly, laughing a little at how clumsy you are, the pain in your head subsiding quickly, especially when there is a cute boy and hot pizza in your house to take your attention away from it.

Seungcheol has already made himself at home, bringing the pizza over from the counter and putting it on the coffee table in front of you, and pouring two cups of water, setting it down before settling on the couch beside you.

“A little presumptuous, aren’t you,” you mutter good-naturedly, accepting the cup of water thankfully.

“I have full faith that you will kick me out of the house if you don’t want me here,” he grins, and stretches out, before staring at you intently.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

The proximity of Seungcheol immediately causes you to stiffen, and you dare not turn your head to meet his eyes that are clearly staring right at you.

“Stop looking at me,” you mutter, using the excuse of a headache to cover your face.

“It’s hard when you’re so cute,” he laughs, and tucks the blanket securely around you before standing up.

“You’re leaving?”

“I have to, my shift isn’t over,” he frowns apologetically,

“This is taking ‘going out of the way to assist a customer’ to a whole new level” you laugh, making towards your purse placed at the island counter.

He goes to open the door for you, and stands right at the doorway waiting while you make your way to him as painlessly and slowly as possible. The chivalry makes you laugh a little, but it is more consideration than you have expected, which may have just touched your heart a little.

“I’ll tip you well, Seungcheol,” you tease, but his hand on top of yours stops you.

“How about something else for a tip instead?” Seungcheol murmurs, and you look at him questioningly.

“What do you think about kissing?” he suggests coyly, and you gasp, hitting him playfully on his biceps, and pushing him out of the house, the longer he stayed the more chances he had of fulfilling that particular statement, and that was something you did not want him to know.

You tried pushing the money into his hands, but he pushes it back just as firmly, and starts talking about how “gentlemen should always pay for the food, especially for people that they like,” at which point you just stop and look at him incredulously, because that may have been the most ambiguous confession you’ve ever heard.

“Let’s have our next date soon,” he waves cheerily as he bounds towards his motorcycle.

“What.”

“One that doesn’t involve you getting hurt!”

“What.”

“I left my number on your fridge, if you want pizza or a date just call!”

“Wha –”

Seungcheol leaves with a muted roar on his motorbike, and you close the door in a daze, smiling unconsciously at his antics.

Yes, a next date sounds good.

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hey there !! For the Drabble Game, can I request 15 and 39 for Minghao , genre : fluff (or angst as well) , and the rest is up to you! thank you so much and congratulations on 2K!!!☺️☺️☺️

15: “I won’t leave you and run away” (Love Letter)

39: “I don’t care, I’ll be satisfied at the fact that I confessed.” (Chocolate)

Genre: FluFF FFFF , ACTIONWord Count: 992Warnings: Fighting, Blood, KisS SCENE

A/N: Heyaaa the drabble is done! A BIGGG thank you to Wooed who subconsciously helped me make the drabble better I hope you like it!!!

I am not over Seungcheol & Minghao’s teaser photo how can Pledis put my Top 2 together

- Scooped ✌️

“RUN!”

That was the first thing you heard, everything was a blur and all you could decipher was Minghao grabbing onto your arm, dragging you out of your home.

“What’s happening?” you said, confused at Minghao who was solely focused on escaping. Quickened footsteps were heard from behind. You didn’t ask again when you turned your head back. They’re here again.

You snapped out of your semi-conscious state the moment you saw your chasers, and started running with all your might, catching up to Minghao’s side.

Minghao turned a corner into a dark alley and ushered you to squat down. Grabbing a straw basket, Minghao pulled it over the both of you. You could see beads of perspiration trickle down his forehead, as he stared wide-eyed back at the streets that you were running on moments ago.

“I think they ran this way!” a loud holler was heard. You held your breath when Minghao pulled you closer against him, as a stampede of men ran past the tiny alleyway.

“Shit,” you heard Minghao mutter under his breath. Neither of you moved an inch for the next 10 minutes, occasionally hearing the men screaming and shouting at each other, unhappy for “losing their prize”.

After a good while, Minghao slowly stood up and peeked out of the alley.

“The coast is clear, let’s go,” Minghao whispered to you. Just when you thought you were safe to leave, you heard a sinister cackle that made your blood run cold.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The unknown man said, holding up a baseball bat in his hands, “Hmph, you think you can get away so easily? Fat chance.”

He ran towards you and swung the baseball bat. You closed your eyes, bearing the impact that was to come.

You heard a loud thud, but felt no pain. You opened your eyes to your horror. Minghao had crumpled into a writhing heap on the asphalt, his hands clutching his right temple.

Something ignited in you. Something dangerously potent. With red in your eyes, you ducked your attacker’s next swing, keeping your body low to fire a merciless blow on his family jewels. With a cold but satisfied smirk you watch him go down before looping your arms under Minghao’s shoulders.

You held onto Minghao, who was kneeling on the ground holding his head, stains of red visible all over his hands.

“You stupid, stupid boy,” you hiss under your breath, starting off to the one safe location you know. “Next time, I’ll just leave you here to die.”

“Worth it,” Minghao dazedly mumbles, stumbling clumsily after you.

“Can I ask you something?” Minghao broke the silence.

The both of you found refuge in an isolated hut within the forest. Minghao’s wound had stopped bleeding, and he was cleaning up some scratches that you had obtained from tripping over a rock.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you said, still unhappy for what happened earlier this evening.

You regret everything you did the past 2 years, gambling, loaning, paying bills, gambling again, and hopping from house to house to hide from loan sharks. God, you should’ve just let him die.

Your dad. He was never affectionate to you. One day, he was diagnosed with cancer, and you had to take responsibility of the old man, since your mum had passed away long ago. But this had led to your current corrupted life.

“I want to take care of you for the rest of my life,” Minghao said, earning a confused glare from you.

“I’m in debt and I do illegal things to pay them back. Why would you want to take responsibility of me?” you questioned Minghao, starting to think that he hurt his head somewhere from the blow he took earlier on.

“I’m always happy with you, no matter the circumstances that we are in,” Minghao said, shrugging.

You looked around you. Injured, seeking refuge in a dimly lit hut in the middle of the forest, and he’s happy? Gosh he must have been hit really hard.

You tilted Minghao’s head and gently caressed the side of his temple that was wounded.

“And why are you happy with me? I’m nothing, I have nothing, I don’t have the looks, I don’t have the curves, nor the money, or even th-”

“I won’t leave you and run away,” Minghao said, dropping the handkerchief that he was using to clean your wounds. He grabbed your shoulders and looked straight into your eyes, “I like you. Heck, I think I love you.”

With that, Minghao crashed his lips onto yours.

You stumbled and fell back on the wooden wall, as you felt Minghao’s warm lips, very still, on yours. You were shocked. Since your youth, you forgot what it is to be loved by someone much less know how to kiss a boy. This was your first kiss.

Minghao’s lips started to move, kissing your lower lip, and moving back to kiss your upper lip. You were just confused by how weird it felt.

Regaining your composure, you gathered some energy to push Minghao away slightly.

Minghao jumped back from your sudden movement, and looked at you with confusion. He sighed.

“If you don’t like me back, fine. I don’t care. I’ll be satisfied at the fact that I confessed, ” Minghao said in defeat, slumping his back against the wooden walls next to you.

“Minghao…” you said as you slowly crept your hands up to his.

He side-eyed you, seeming to have already given up on anything happening between the two of you.

To his surprise, you leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. It was awkward, but that was all the knowledge you had for this thing called romance.

“I don’t know how to kiss,” you said, looking down to his hands and playing with his pinky finger.

Minghao burst out laughing, gripping your hand tightly as he turned to face you, “I’ll just have to teach you then.”

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@wen17boo: fluff 43 and 63 with Jun please? Thank you 😙 

43: “We’re starting to resemble each other with time.” (Highlight) 63: “It’s okay, because it’s the two of us.” (Crazy In Love)

A/N: yes yes yes, another Junhui crack blah blah but now you’re deskmates you know the drill. What do I have against this child I have no damn idea but this is 100% based on a true story and by that I mean I’m not over Wen Junhui after Diamond Edge someone please send me help this is detrimental to my well-being. wooed<3

Genre: flu-- I... don’t even know anymore, you don’t even have to read it anymore, just click away... *leaves* Word count: 853 Warnings: nah

You were never really clear about your feelings towards Wen Junhui.

There were times you’d swoon watching him from your own seat as he studies the questions in front of him, eyes narrowed in concentration.

Then there were other times you wanted to throw a chair at him to wipe that impish, roguish, shit-eating (but fatally attractive) smirk off his damn face.

All you know is that your heart rate basically crashes through the roof whenever he’s within your vicinity. And that alone is enough to send your girl friends off in a frenzy, pointing him out to you whenever they can while you silently willed holes to swallow you up.

It probably isn’t healthy for you to always be in close proximity with Wen Junhui, but destiny has a odd way of making sure your paths are tangled and crossed in every way possible. He’s been a consistent classmate of yours since grade school, and your consecutive roster numbers made it so that you have him as a deskmate for basically your entire school life.

Your fate had been resealed the moment teacher announces that you would be deskmates for your third year of high school.

Bless your poor heart. You can only hope that this year would be like the last ten. You’ve never really talked outside of class. He spends most of his time hanging out with his large group of friends, while you have your own commitments. Maybe you can get by one more year again like this.

But you were wrong

It started out with a pair of black Air Jordans 12 on the first day of school.

Junhui points it out with a bump of his toes against your left heel under your chair, nodding at your footwear with a pointed smirk. You flush, tucking and propping your feet under the chair as you tried to pay attention to the teacher.

Your friends pick up on that exchange, breaking out in childish giggles that is most definitely audible even from the back of the classroom. You make sure to send them a withering glare when his back is turned.

A week after summer, he showed up to class in a camouflaged-patterned snapback. Your friend let out an exaggerated gasp, shaking you by your shoulders. She ripped your own camouflage snapback off your head and waved it madly at you.

“It’s like you both planned this!” she squealed, and you proceeded to bury your face in your arms, knowing fully well that Wen Junhui had been watching you with a playful glint in his eyes.

During the Moon Festival holidays, a crazy turn of luck allowed you to bump into Junhui just as he was knocking off from his shift at the convenience store. It had been a collision of red flannel: his cardigan against your dress shirt, and you both simultaneously look up from your clothing in shock. He had broken into a silly grin, his hand reaching out to steady you when you stumbled from the impact.

“We’re starting to resemble each other with time, aren’t we?” he laughs, his eyes twinkling from both the amber street lights, and amusement.

But you were too flustered to reply, ducking your head in a measly attempt for a bow. You shuffle past Junhui, not before seeing his curious furrow of his eyebrows.

“Hey, our school’s Halloween Dance is in a few weeks!” you hear him call after you. “You’re gonna be there, right?”

You faltered in your steps, tilting your back ever so slightly towards his direction and you gave him a shy nod. At your positive response, Jun smiled toothily.

“It would be really cool if we came wearing the same costumes, huh?”

You both show up that Sunday night as pirates.

“Well, one of you’s going to have to change,” Seungchul laughs, his bloodied shirt shuddering along and the sharpened tips of his fangs poke from between his lips. “Unless you both agree to be in the same scurvy crew?”

You stare at your brown boots fighting the heat in your ears as your friends squeal their feelings out, mentioning something about you “being the Elizabeth Swann to his Will Turner”. Junhui has his fair share of teasing from his own friends as well, Soonyoung giving him pointed nudges towards your direction.

You expect him to shrug them off, denying everything and stalk off to enjoy the party. What you don’t expect, however, is for him to come up behind you.

“You know what? It’s okay, because it’s the two of us,” he asserts, looking down at you from under his black, fur-rimmed pirate hat. Those words alone send all of your friends (and Soonyoung) screaming to the heavens, garnering the attention of the other partygoers.

You meet his eyes, expecting the usual cocky grin, but you’re surprised to see how soft and gentle his gaze is. To swoon, or to throw a chair at his face? Your throat dries up as you deliberate yet again.

“Care to dance?” he requests, extending his hand out to you while bowing in a gentlemanly manner.

Yup, definitely swooning.

THROW A DAMN CHAIR AT HIS FACE WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??

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18+22 hoshi fluufffyyy flufff pleaseeee :) really gratefull for admins dat writeee suchhh fabfab stuff 🙆 to mani moree followeerrssss tooo. Fightinggf!!!!💪

18. “If we were to one day separate, what should I do then?”

22. “You’re the only one I see.”

A/N: AHHH I hope this was to your liking, I wrote it so long ago but kept forgetting to post it?? I’m so so sorry!! All the admins have been going insane due to Diamond Edge, keep a look out for our blog about it?? might take a few more days before any of us are even able to type out a word without screaming (mainly just me and jihooned i think)

also this totally did not happen to me in real life hahaha bye

- admin hoshit 💕

Word Count: 998 words

Genre: Fluff, a little crack? everything I write somehow turns into crack please forgive me 

Warnings: nope!

“Soonyoung, I don’t think I want to do this anymore,” you whimper, staring unhappily at the haunted house maze.

The rest of the boys have already disappeared in at intervals randomly determined, you suspect, by the scary looking pumpkin man guarding the entrance of the maze. Soonyoung and you were the only ones left, and the strangled screams of Jihoon, who disappeared in with Seungcheol twenty minutes prior, was the only indication of whether the boys exited alive or dead, and even that was debatable.

“We’ll be okay, we have each other,” Soonyoung whispers back, trying his best to reassure you, his trembling hands betraying the fact that he was utterly petrified.

“You may enter,” an ominous voice cuts through the air, startling both of you, and Soonyoung grabs your hands, muttering unhappily about bets and regrets and being a man.

“It’s a haunted house maze, so they shouldn’t make the maze too hard right? Since the main point is to scare us?” You question hopefully, Soonyoung nodding with a grim, determined look.

“We can do this.”

-

I must have jinxed the maze, you thought desperately, clutching the back of Soonyoung’s shirt as you recovered from the last scare not five seconds past, the man with an Honest To God chainsaw popping out from who-knows-where, chainsaw revving and about two inches away from Soonyoung’s face as you dragged him backwards when his legs have, apparently, failed him.

“Let’s take a break,” Soonyoung suggests, perspiration rolling down his face as he gasps for breaths, illuminated only by the red light shining through the spaces between the hedges of the maze.

You nod, and the both of you collapse on the floor at a relatively safe spot of the maze, in the dead end that at least protected you from jumpscares from three sides. If someone came from the one open side, you would just resign yourself to feigning death and hoping that they would take pity on you.

After a few moments, you start giggling when Soonyoung starts swearing under his breath, angrily complaining about the maze and how difficult it was.

“It’s just a haunted house maze, why would the workers take their jobs so seriously?” He half shouts, gesturing wildly at the surroundings, all three hedges and one entrance worth.

You laugh, pulling him up to continue through the maze, wanting to make sure that even though Soonyoung had already lost the bet of who gets through the maze fastest, he wouldn’t be the last and have to clean the practice room for a month. You had to admit, though, that after the fifth jumpscare, you were pretty tired of getting scared, even though that did nothing to detract from your fear.

The two of you exit the dead end cautiously, looking left and right just in case someone was there in ambush.

“It’s clear n—” You cut yourself off with a scream, a face popping out from the side of the hedge through a concealed opening, Soonyoung already flailing and propelling himself wildly to the furthest side with you in tow.

“Hop on my back,” Soonyoung demands, and you stop.

“Hop on my – what?”

“Get on and I’ll carry you out of here,” he repeats urgently.

You stand there in confusion, because how is that a good idea, or even an idea at all?

Soonyoung peeks behind you, blanches and throws you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and immediately starts bolting through the maze, with you dangling over his back precariously with an, admittedly, nice view of his butt.

Loud sounds thundering behind you prompts you to lift your head, and you yell for Soonyoung to “RUN FASTER, THERE IS A SCARECROW BEHIND US AND WE ARE GOING TO DIE!”

Soonyoung answers with a high-pitched shriek and continues tearing through the maze, yelling that he can see light in front of him while you keep a fearful eye on the scarecrow, bonking along on Soonyoung’s back as he makes hard turns and skids.

The two of you burst out of the exit of the maze after too long a sprint, startling the werewolf guarding the exit, Soonyoung panting as he puts you down as carefully as he can, while still being scared out of his wits.

You straighten up, before turning to Soonyoung and combing through his messy bangs to make him look less like he sprinted his way through a haunted house with his girlfriend on his back.

He holds you close for comfort while you do so, both of your hearts pounding from the haunted house, smiling fondly down at you as you straighten his collar for him as well.

“If we were to one day separate, what should I do then?” He whispers, cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up for your eyes to meet his.

“Don’t be silly,” you laugh, “you can always find another girl. Or do these things by yourself,” you whisper conspiratorially, playfully.

His expressions darkens, and he chastens you, “Don’t say things like that. You’re the only one I see.”

Stricken, you quickly move to reassure him, bringing his hands down from your cheeks and interlacing your hands together, “I’m kidding, Soonyoung. Let’s not think about things like–”

“There you guys are, we went to go get food because you took so long,” a loud, unmistakably Seungcheol yell interrupts you, and both you and Soonyoung turn to see the boys bounding over, hands full of candy floss, fried chicken buckets and whatever that had caught the fancy of the younger boys.

“Where’s the baby.” A statement, not even a question, barely leaves Jeonghan’s mouth before the group of them skid to a halt.

A panic breaks out within the older ranks of Seventeen, and it is half an hour before Chan is rounded up, sheepish and giddy from too many rides on the carousel.

(You fall asleep against Soonyoung while waiting, and he carries you home and tucks you in, bridal style this time.)

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71,75,76, Seungkwan, slight angst with fluff ending, both of us are doctors and i had a bad day at work and he tries to cheer me up! THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY💕💕

76: “If you’re having a hard time, take it out on me.” (Drift Away)71: “Don’t hesitate and lean on me.” (Lean on me)75: “Who made you cry again? Who was mean to you?” (Lean On Me)

A/N: ITS A SEUNGKWAN GALOREEEEE 🎉 AHAHAH This drab showcases a side of Seungkwan that we don’t see often, so enjoy!! 💕

- Scooped ✌️

Genre: Slight Angst, FluffWord count: 989Warnings: None!

It was extremely quiet. Only the sound of IV drips could be heard from the ward that you were taking care of, and the constant snoring of an old patient at the corner. You were checking up on your basic ward patients, making sure that everything is fine before you go off your shift. It’s only Monday, you thought to yourself, having a hard time dealing with the usual, weekly Monday Blues.

You pulled an allnighter the previous night, taking care of one of your patients under the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). David, was suffering from a long-term medical condition called Epilepsy.

It is an illness where he experiences multiple seizures, sometimes once in a month, or worse, a few times a week.

David had a seizure the previous night, he heated up with a high fever, and had signs of low blood sugar. The constant twitching of his arms left the boy bruised.

You walked back to the ICU wards, and took a look at David once more before you go off. David was sleeping, soundly and innocently. He could be like any other normal child who didn’t have to go through this ordeal. What a pity…

You’ve have been taking care of him almost your entire career - 5 years in total. This poor child, you always thought to yourself, he’s only 10 years old. He’s only 10 years old and he’s had at least 3 surgeries since the first time he came in an emergency.

You sighed, feeling sour from the fate of this boy, causing some mist to form on the glass that was separating you and him.

The entrance to the ICU opened, a little too loud for the hospital’s rules. You turned around to find David’s parents walking towards you. Your body stiffened as you felt instant fear from them. They were polished young parents, clearly people with prim and proper upbringing, and they were working at one of the most important corporations in the Industry.

“Good evening sir, ma’am,” you said, bowing as you saw them storm their way towards you while staring at you with their sharp, cold eyes. They always gave you this look - the stuck up, ‘you’re not good enough for my child’ look.

“The only reason why we stick with you is because David likes you,” they would always say.

“So what happened? Again?” David’s mother started, as she traced her hands along the metal railing at the wall outside David’s ICU.

“Well erm, David had a seizure last night and..” you got cut off by David’s father.

His crude words still etched in your mind as you recall his fury. ” Are we not paying you enough to prevent this? What kind of Doctor are you? If you can’t cure it, at least prevent it!”

You cleared your throat, and took a deep breath, and sighed as you recited David’s condition to his, very understanding parents, again. “Epilepsy comes in many different forms, and David’s is caused by his very low blood sugar count, so we’ll have to monitor his condition as we cannot predict when…”“But I don’t see you monitoring him properly,” David’s mother hollered, filling the whole quiet corridor with only her voice and its echo, “if you ever did, I shouldn’t be seeing things like this happen.”

You turned your head to take a look at David on his bed, and sighed. You were too tired to fight back and you knew you’d never win these two parents. You turned back and bowed low to them, “I’m sorry once again Mr and Mrs Kim, I should’ve done my job better.” The last you saw and heard was an insult from them to your “miserable and useless” life and their feet scurrying out of the room to another important meeting.

Finally your shift was over, you reached back at the hospital’s resident room that night feeling sore and ache from every part of your body, as well as the mental trauma that David’s parents gave you. You lied down on your own bed and sighed, thinking back on the day’s happenings.

“What a useless doctor, I wonder why they gave you the qualifications in the first place!”

“Are you sure you’re even trying?”

“You’re not a good doctor, you’re the worst!”

You know you have to deal with this, you know this happens all the time, you know you just have to suck it all up, but why do you still feel like crying? You sighed, and a tear fell from your eyes.

Not long later, you felt a familiar, warm embrace engulf your entire body, making you feel instantly a million times better.

“Seungkwan ah,” you said, as you turned over to bury your sobbing face into his chest.

“Babe… Who made you cry again? Who was mean to you?” Seungkwan said with the warmest voice ever.

Seungkwan is your boyfriend - the highlight of your life. He’s always fun and spontaneous, but also encouraging and affectionate during hard times.

“Just some patients at the ICU today..,” you muttered, giving yourself away that it was not just ‘some

patient’.

Seungkwan sighed as he recalls David’s difficult parents. “We just got to get used to it, afterall we only share one goal - for the patient to get better.”

“You know you can always look for me when you’re down right? Don’t hesitate and lean on me, okay?”

As usual, Boo-nim says the most comforting words; his voice was like music to your ears.

Seungkwan looked down toward you and stroked the back of your head. You looked up at the same time, and felt better in an instant after meeting his eyes,

“If you’re having a hard time, take it out on me,” Seungkwan said, as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You looked back down gave him another kiss on his neck, and thanked the heavens for letting you meet such an amazing boyfriend. 

“I’ll take over your shift for tomorrow,” Seungkwan offered, pulling you tighter into his embrace.

Knowing that he won’t take no for an answer, you just smiled, feeling like a spoilt child, and fell asleep in his comfort.

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ANNOUNCEMENT!

[27/11/2017]

AND THAT CONCLUDES OUR 2K FOLLOWERS DRABBLE GAME! For those who have not seen their requests, please refer to our 2K followers drabble game masterlist!

We are so sorry most of them took this long to complete (we are nearing 2.5K followers by now oops hehe) but thank you so much for your patience, love and support for our blog! We will be resuming our normal requests soon, so anticipate them to be up and running either later this week or next week! 

For those who hadn’t managed to get a request sent to us, fret not, there will still be plenty of opportunities for our drabble games. We really enjoyed writing them out and we are also heartened by the love you’ve given us :D So this will definitely not be our last drabble game, keep a lookout for more in the future! (maybe 5K? hehehe)

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10 with jun:)

10) “Don’t ever fall for someone else” (Mansae)

A/N: lmao i don’t even have an excuse for this one. every junhui work that comes out of me is somehow automatically crack but he’s a vampire this time so enjoy :D 

(also MY I’s MV got me weak af someone pls save me)

wooed

Word Count: 763Genre: Fluff?Warnings: grease, crack and implications (yunno, the usual)

You swing open the door, storming into the room in indignant fury.

“Wen Junhui!” you call shrilly. “Why is Chenle hiding under the couch again? I told you to leave that poor boy alone!” The wooden door bounces off its hinges and groans to a stop right next to your foot.

You come face to face with an empty room, the only signs of life being the night wind stirring the curtains. You clench your fist, all too ready to stalk out of the building at this point.

Sure, what a good idea it is to leave you alone with the rest of the boys, you curl your lip at the thought of your leader. Kris had entrusted you with holding down the fort when he ventured out to Anshan for a man named Minghao, a vampire disguising himself as a university student.

You feel a tingle down your spine, and a shadowy presence materializes behind you.

“He was flirting with you,” comes a silky murmur, right by the shell of your ear. A muscular arm snakes from your shoulder, down your arms and coming to a perch on your waist. “I’m just making sure he knows what’s mine.”

You roll your eyes, nonchalantly flicking the hand off your body. “I’m not yours, Junhui. You don’t own me.”

You turn around to come face to face with the tall, pale man. Junhui abandons his sultry facade the moment you make eye contact, wincing when he sees how unrelentingly fiery your glare is. Sticking his lips out in a pout, he whines, “I know, I know… I’m sorry that I said that. I don’t mean it.”

“Damn straight,” you huff, folding your arms. “Kris trusted you to protect your covenmates in his absence but all you do is terrorize them. Do you want to get kicked out into the sunlight?” But Junhui doesn’t let go of his puppy face and plants his chin atop your right arm, so that he’s looking up at you.

“You didn’t see how he was looking at you,” he grumbles. “He looked like he was about to eat you up.”

“Well, technically speaking, you’re correct,” you point out, much to Junhui’s horror. “He was feeding from me after all.”

Junhui narrows his eyes and gives you a disgusted wrinkle of his nose, prompting you to laugh.

“My point is, you’re talking about a fifteen-year-old fledgling here. Chenle’s been one of you for about 3 moons now, but that doesn’t mean he’s gotten full control over his thirst as a blood-hungry vampire. For all he knows, he’s simply getting a meal.”

“That’s no excuse.” He snuffs in disdain. “I wasn’t even that animalistic when I was a fledgling.”

“You were different,” you correct. “You willingly turned, and had me to watch over you throughout your transformation. You joined the coven early and adapted under Kris’ leadership. Chenle had been turned against his will and was left to deal with his transformation all alone.”

Another huff from his nose, but you can tell that he’s guilty for his accusation. You find yourself smiling at that. Junhui can be immature and crazy protective at times, but he always means well and never hurts anyone (only scaring them).

You are the one he cares for the most, after all. Ever since you’ve reciprocated his feelings, Junhui has shown you nothing but endless love and passion. There had even been countless times where his regular feedings led to… well, other things. It is an admittedly dangerous affair to be in a relationship with a vampire, but you both make do.

“I may be your caretaker, Junhui, but I have every right and responsibility to take care of your covenmates until they can find caretakers of their own.”

Junhui purses his lips, his strong arms coming to wind around your waist. He’s a whole foot taller than you are yet he’s folding his body in half to tuck his head under your chin as he holds you.

“Don’t ever fall for someone else,” he mumbles against your neck. “You know I love you, right?”

You snort, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Yeah, yeah, Jun. I love you too.”

He grins dumbly at your acknowledgement, tilting his head up to give you a sweet, short kiss. “God, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Even when I’m old, wrinkly and gray while you remain youthful and powerful?” you joke with jab on his chest.

Junhui chuckles and shoots you a wink.

“Well, we might just have to do something about that, right?”

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93&91, Chan, slight angst but fluffy ending, College Sweethearts with a break-up misunderstanding AU, if possible, please make it so we're the same age♡ Thank you in advance!❤

91: “If you can hear my heart, please come back to me.” (Don’t Listen Secretly)93: “I’m in front of you house, can you come out for a moment?” (Mansae) 

A/N: A big thank you to you for requesting!!! Really enjoyed myself while writing this, as you know how Chan’s GLO UP has affected us ALLLL ;-;-;-;-; bless us carats; Nonetheless, please enjoy! I hope you like it :D

- Scooped ✌️

Genre: Angst, Slight FluffWord count: 963Warnings: None!

It was mid-winter. You were wrapped up in cozy blankets, enjoying a cup of warm, freshly made hot-chocolate drink.

You were, as usual, on YouTube. You were watching the behind-the-scenes video of Seventeen’s latest MV shoot, and all you could focus on was Chan. How amazing Chan looked, how tired Chan looked and how much he has slimmed down… too much, you thought, as you reminisced the times where both of you were still together.

You had a healthy relationship with Chan, one of your best relationships in fact, but too bad only memories were left behind. You met Chan in school, even before he debuted with Seventeen, and since then you’ve developed serious feelings for this boy.

He was that classmate that always gave you heat packs, he was that friend that bought you Oreos all the time, and he was the boyfriend that you fell head over heels for, after he confessed his feelings to you at the school’s annual dance party.

Both of you connected spiritually instantly after getting together, and became inseparable, until that one day, where everything built up came crashing down.

You were waiting for him at a nearby park, wanting to clear up some problems that the both of you were facing. He was practicing for his debut, and he had very little time for you. Phone calls were a weekly, one hour call where you mostly talked to sleepy Chan, and meet-ups became a rare, monthly rendezvous.

You wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he wanted to keep the relationship, you wanted to ask him if he could cope with both the relationship and his debut, you wanted only the best for him.

You waited for him at the bench that the both of you always meet each other at for late night dates.

10 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour.

That night, the text messages that never got read and the phone calls that were directly sent to voicemails infuriated you, and you had enough. You called it quits.

Tears fell, and you decided it was time to let go.

“Chan, if you’re getting tired of me you should’ve just said so. Why are you doing this to me?”

Those were the last words you said to the voicemail, burning a deep scar in your heart.

If only you were a little more patient. If only you were a little more understanding. Would you still be with Chan?

You thought about your first date. It was a Monday evening, you and Chan were about to attend a ballroom dancing class. You remembered the first thing he said to you that intensely warmed your heart.

“I’m happy with us being together just the way we are.”

You looked out of the window, to see lights shining at a distance. Those were the streets that both you and Chan walked together on, and you remembered the first time holding hands with him.

He was so happy, like a little boy getting his first toy car, when he mustered up the courage to engulf your hands with his own.

You buried yourself deeper into the blankets and unintentionally thought about cuddling with Chan. There were so many cold winter nights like this, with the same hot-chocolate drinks, and the same blankets. “Scoot nearer, i’ll keep you warm,” he would always say, but this time, you were alone.

You smiled as you thought of all the happy memories made, and about how thoughtful Chan was. Soon you found yourself, trying really hard once again, to ignore the sour feelings that were still lingering from the break up.

In all honesty, you hated not being with Chan. You hated going to dance class alone. You hated walking along the streets with both hands in your own pockets, you especially hated making only one hot-chocolate drink.

You needed Chan back.

And i guess he needed you too.

A text came and broke your train of thought. Your eyes widened as you felt every inch of you going crazy. You sat up immediately from your comfortable position, and stared at the notification before your eyes.

ChanI’m in front of your house, can you come out for a moment?”

You sprung towards the door at lighting speed. You looked through the peephole, a little more excited than you expected yourself to be.

Someone in a cap and a mask.

You didn’t dare open the door. You didn’t know what to do. Should you act like you’re angry? Should you pretend that you’re fine without him? You wanted more than ever to open the door and crash into his arms, you wanted so badly to hold him and tell him to stay with you.

“I know you’re there babe… So if you can hear my heart, please come back to me…,” Chan said.

To reconcile. That’s what the both of you wanted so badly at that point in time. You were so conflicted with yourself. Your mind was telling you to let him be, but your heart was telling you to do otherwise. You took a deep breath and recollected your thoughts, At the end of the day, we always say to follow your heart.

You opened the door, expecting a breeze of cold winter air to rush in. But to your surprise, you were greeted with a warm, tight, hug. Instinctively, you hugged Chan back.

“I miss you, so much,” he said, lifting his head to come face to face with you.

“I miss you even more,” you said, eyes welling up with tears, still emotional from his sudden appearance.

Chan broke the hug and leaned forward to kiss you. You loved it to bits, feeling his warm lips that you longed for, once again breezing your skin.

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'i want to hold your hand and give you warmth' with wonwoo, please? thank you!

17: “I want to hold your hand and give you warmth”

A/N: Whee~ Another drabble game done! Thank you for your support, it was really fun getting this done ^^

wooed

Genre: so fluffeh i’m gona dieWord count: 932Warnings: None!

“Sorry, I’m late,” you breathe out breathlessly as you slid into your seat in the restaurant. “The line at the washroom was crazy. I hope you didn’t wait long.”

“No, of course not,” Wonwoo smiles gently back. “I just arrived not too long ago too.” He lifts the menu and hands it over to you. “Go ahead, I already decided on my meal. But if you ask me, I’d recommend their cream pasta.”

You take the menu, but set it aside on the seat next to you. “Then, I’ll take up your recommendation,” you declare with a happy bounce and Wonwoo beams like the summer sun, raising his hand to call the waiter.

He initiates a small talk about school as you both wait for your food to arrive, and you sit there taking in the sight before you, a part of your brain still unable to register that as reality.

Damn, he’s so beautiful.

Though he’s known as the shy bookworm of your school, Wonwoo’s been nothing short of sweet and caring to you. In the weeks you’ve been dating him, you’ve come to witness the side of Wonwoo his circle of friends come to dub as his ‘natural state’. With puns and dad jokes galore, your dating life has been a colourful and wondrous experience.

But in your time spent with him, you’ve never been able to hold his hand.

You’ve never dared to initiate any form of skin contact with him because you had been afraid of what he would think. He’s shy and reserved, after all. What if he’s not ready yet? What if he thinks that this relationship’s going too fast for his liking? What if it made him uncomfortable?

“So, how’s school treating you?” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through your flurry of worries, and you repress them and promptly address his question.

As you converse, your eyes can’t help but drift towards Wonwoo’s left hand that’s idly tapping a restless rhythm on the tabletop.

Skin a creamy porcelain with a silver ring adorning his pinky finger, there’s something about Wonwoo’s hand that made you want to hold it. You don’t know if it’s the right word to use, but it just looks so… reliable. You just want to be able to feel his taut knuckles under your fingertips. You want to feel his long fingers intertwined with you as you walk down the streets so that you wouldn’t lose each other.

If only you could just bring yourself to hold his damn hand.

Your food arrives and you both have a hearty meal between giggles and light banter.

“Here, try my baked rice, it’s really good,” Wonwoo says, blowing on then lifting up a spoon of warm, cheese-coated rice to your lips. You hesitate, your eyes widening at his sudden forwardness, but your inner fangirling teenager gets the better of you and you’re enclosing your lips around his spoon. The taste of the food is the last thing on your mind right now as all you can think of is him.

Your face has heated up to unmeasurable levels by the time you swallow that mouthful, and you can’t even lift your head to meet his gaze. God, forget Wonwoo being shy, you’re even redder than a beetroot with such a simple interaction.

Will I ever be able to hold his hand?

When you’re both done with your meal, he pays and opens the door for you. At once the both of you are greeted by the fresh fall breeze. “Wow, it’s getting cold now, isn’t it?” you observe, waiting for Wonwoo to close the door behind him.

“Yeah,” he agrees, walking up to stand next to you. “Come on, let’s go see that movie.”

And so the both of you stroll through the leaf-littered sidewalk. You occasionally give the golden brown fronds a playful kick, sending them scattering in the air, much to the amusement of Wonwoo.

A powerful, autumn-chilled breeze sweeps through the streets and you halt in your path, unable to repress the shiver that passes through your body. Though your head is tucked into your collar, you can see Wonwoo’s concerned gaze on you, his body seemingly immune to cold.

“I’m fine!” you quickly assert before he can ask if you are okay, and you’re moving again once more. Wonwoo’s steps falter, and you pause curiously, “Are you coming?”

His eyes dart about nervously, his bottom lip snagged between his teeth as he seemingly contemplates his next move.

Then it happens so fast it snatches the breath out of you.

Wonwoo’s hand finds its way around yours and squeezes it securely, melting every fibre of your being from your fingertips up to the roots of your hair until you swear you’re a puddle of goo at this point.

Wonwoo is holding me!

He studies your reaction behind his round-framed glasses, his free hand rubbing away at his nape sheepishly. “I uh… I want to hold your hand and give you warmth,” he says in one breath. “Is this okay with you?

“It’s more than okay!” Embarrassed by the sheer magnitude of your grin, you turn and hide your face against his coat. He chuckles at your cute behaviour.

“I wanted to do this for a while now,” he confesses softly.

At that, you look up at him, tightening your hold on his hand. “Well, I hope it was worth the wait.”

Another laugh, akin to sunshine in the cold weather, and Wonwoo lifts your intertwined hands up to his chest, admiring how well you both fit together like lock and key.

“It was.”

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31&74 with jeonghan, slight angst but happy ending

31: “I’m only acting like this because I’m afraid to lose you.” (Smile Flower)

74: “I wanted to see you so much” (Say Yes)

A/N: Heyo! Thank you for your request :D So I always wanted to write a sageuk (ancient drama) but never got the inspiration to. Since this opportunity arose, I decided to take a leap and give you guys a Hwarang!AU :D 

For those who didn’t watch the drama, Hwarang (direct translation: Flower Knights) is a group made out of the sons of the elite in the Silla Kingdom and are essentially the K-Pop idols of their time. Except they can kick also major ass because they are formally trained in martial arts, and they served the royal family as a line of defence against the other 2 kingdoms. 

(“True Bone”: A status used to define someone with pure royal or minister blood)

Genre: Angst, fluffWord count: 948Warnings: None

“You’re insane, you hear me?!”

You keep your hiss of disdain at minimal volume as the figure slips into your tiny wooden shack. “You’re already on two strikes and one more would get you kicked out of Hwarang! Teacher Wihwa could be tracking you down as we speak.”

The newcomer straightens himself and dusts off his blue-and-purple robes. “That codger couldn’t track down anything even if it hits him on his head. And besides…” He walks into the moonlight, which accentuated his handsome features. No wonder he’s in Hwarang; they aren’t called Flower Knights without reason. “I wanted to see you so much, can you blame me?”

“Yes, I can blame you!” you snap at the male. “Jeonghan, I know your dad wouldn’t kill you since you’re the only heir to the Yoon Bloodline, but he’ll kill me for leading you astray.”

Jeonghan sighs in exasperation, taking a seat on your bedding. “ You know I didn’t ask to be in Hwarang. I didn’t even know that I was a part of that pitiful bloodline until last full-moon.”You soften at the amount of bitterness in his voice. The past moon hasn’t been easy for him at all.

“Jeongh-”

“Enough of that, it’s not what I came here for,” he curtly asserts, and you shut your mouth by reflex. “Have you thought about my proposal?”

At his last word, you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away. “We talked about this before. I can’t.”

“I don’t get why you wouldn’t marry me!” Jeonghan exclaims, his hands raking through his long, tied hair, his agitation stemming from confusion rather than anger. “We’ve known each other our whole lives, you were perfectly fine being together with me before I was forced to become a lapdog for the queen. I become a Hwarang and suddenly you’re so distant.” He lowers his head, forlorn. “Why are you suddenly avoiding me?” 

“You’re a True Bone, Jeonghan,” you murmur as gently and persuasively as you can. “I am but a daughter of farmers. There’s no way we can ever be. You belong behind the fancy palace gates, and I’m happy here with my parents outside the capital.” 

“I wouldn’t even live to become a True Bone if your parents hadn’t fished me out of that river half-dead all those years ago,” Jeonghan insists. “As far as I am concerned, life outside the capital is the only life I know.” 

He yanks out his headband and throws it onto the wooden floor.You sit down next to him, placing a hand on his heavy shoulders. Hwarang training has done a number on him. His body is thinner and stiff under your touch, his neck bears a long, red gash. As carefully as you can, you rest your head on his right arm. You have to admit that you miss his company.

And from the way his breath deepens as he relaxes against you, you knows he’s feeling the same way.

“I’m only acting like this because I’m afraid to lose you,” Jeonghan explains softly, his hand gently brushing away the loose strands of hair away from your face. “I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to, but the queen… she’s planning something.”You feel your eyebrows furrow, and you lean closer to him.“I don’t know the details, but I think the queen may be sending a troop of some Hwarang down to the Baekje Kingdom.” 

“And why would she do that?” you wonder with a frown. What would the queen want with the powerful rival kingdom?

“Who knows? Nothing good can come out of that bitch’s mouth.” You elbow him for insulting your queen that way, but he hardly flinches. “My point being, it’s a suicide mission to send anyone to Baekje. That tyrannical asshole for a ruler would declare war with a simple lift of his finger.”

His voice drops. “And when that happens… the outskirts will be the first to fall under attack.”You freeze as though stunned by a wave of electricity. “Do you understand now?” he prompts. “If you marry me, you can live with me at the Capital, and you’d be safe there. If it isn’t war, it would be illness, arson, genocide or other corrupt shit and the royal asses will rather drown in their gold than help their people in need. I need you and your parents in the Capital where I’m able to protect you all when that time comes. It’s the least I can do to repay your family for raising me.”

“I do understand where you’re coming from, but you know what happens when peasants like me cross the barrier. My kind of people aren’t welcome there.” You rub your neck, wincing when you remind yourself of the punishment. Decapitation.

“I’ll find a way to get you in, all of you,” Jeonghan promises, his arms pulling you close. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re not harmed.” You indulge in the amount of warmth and love in his embrace, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. It has been an exhausting day at the farm for you, and though you loved seeing Jeonghan again, it doesn’t stop the way sleep is threatening to overwhelm you.

“Go to sleep,” Jeonghan coaxes. “It’s my fault for coming by in such an ungodly hour. We’ll talk about this when we see each other again.”“Stay with me until I fall asleep,” you whimper, knowing fully well that Jeonghan will be gone when you open your eyes again in the morning.

With his lips pressed against your head, he smiles against you. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”

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AHHHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE YOU GUYS ARE OPENING THIS, CONGRATZZ TO 2K. Can I please request something along the lines of : prompts 22/67 with Jeonghan, rom-com, preferred age of 17/18 (first year college pls), Ahreum/Ara (any of those two names pls), and a royalty!au plsls ❤️❤️❤️ Thanksskks so much, you guys have such nice, well written scenarios I cannot 😭😭😭 anyway congratulations again!! 🎈🎂🎈

22: “You’re the only one I see.” (Pretty U)

67: “Only you can control me” (Rock)

A/N: Heyy thanks for requesting this! I had loads of fun writing it 💕  I hope you enjoy it! (the jeonghan swerve is real send help please admin jihooned and I have been swerving everywhere recently)

- Admin Hoshit 💕

Genre: romantic comedy, royalty!au

Word Count: 968 words

Warnings: Drunk people maybe

You stare at the lump of semi-conscious, definitely fully-drunk person slumped at your door. It is unmistakably Prince Jeonghan of Seoul, and he is flat-out heaving at your doorsteps, keys discarded beside him. Unless there was another party going on, this would be the result of the rave that Prince Seungcheol of Daegu is throwing. For first years, they were particularly wild, whereas you were the opposite.

“Why are you in my house,” the mess on your doorsteps slurs, and you resist the urge to sigh.

“What’s your apartment number?” You counter, and the boy frowns in concentration before replying “601” with difficulty.

This time, the urge to sigh is irrepressible, and for good reason. In his drunkenness, he must have turned right onto the female apartment blocks instead of left, to the male apartment blocks. At least he got his apartment number correct, you grimaced.

“Alright, up you get,” you mutter, heaving the Prince up so that he leaned heavily on you, and started staggering towards the elevator lobby, inwardly wondering why the porter even allowed this clearly not-a-female into the apartment building in the first place.

He huffs and rests his head on yours with a subtle bonk, and you poke him just to get him back.

The porter waves cheerfully to you while you shoot him dirty looks, incensed that it is currently 2 AM in the morning and you have to carry this boy who cannot, apparently, tell the difference between right and left.

You half pull half drag him up the walkway and through the boy’s apartment lobby, the porter for the boys at least offering to help you with him. Refusing, you stomp into the elevator, your thrice-darned stubbornness defiantly convincing you that you were a strong, independent woman who could definitely bring a drunk boy back to his house.

Arriving at his door, you bring out his keys and unlock the door before shoving him unceremoniously into the apartment. He catches you as he stumbles in and for a moment, you gaze into his eyes and feel about a million things that you definitely should not for Prince Jeonghan of Seoul, and you break eye-contact to shut the door.

Feeling eyes on you, you start, nervously, “Prince Jeonghan—”

He interrupts you before you even finish your sentence, “Jeonghan, please, none of that Prince stuff,” startling you as you would have thought that he would not even be forming complete sentences with his level of drunkenness, let alone speaking with actual thought behind his words.

“Alright, Jeonghan then, I guess I should introduce myself since I’ve brought you home, not that I’m expecting you to remember in the morning anyway. I’m—”

“You’re Ahra,” he interrupts, looking much more sober than he was when you first saw him.

“Your classes start half an hour before mine, so I always see you running out of the apartments because you’re late,” he laughs.

That’s creepy, is the first thought that runs through your mind, before running through a list of people who could have also seen you running for classes, horrified that you would have to do damage control for your image.

“I only notice because you’re cute.”

Jeonghan’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you glance up at him, the sentence belatedly filtering through your brain before it finally makes sense and you hit him for the lack of anything better to do, the compliment pleasing you even if it is coming from a boy who is drunk and clearly not in the right mind.

“It’s true, I’ve liked you for months, but I’ve never had the courage to approach you,” he continues morosely, and you are unsure on whether to laugh or to stay silent, because this definitely has to be the alcohol talking.

He takes your silence as a sign that you are listening, and draws you in closer. At this distance, all you can see is Jeonghan, and it is too late for this, there is a galaxy full of reasons why you should not be alone with him in his apartment at 2AM. But he continues talking, and every sentence endears him more to you, but finally you slip out of your trance to try and leave, there are better places and better times for this conversation to happen.

“You’re the only one I see,” he says, and you smile, pushing him into the bedroom and trying to make him lie down on the bed.

“I don’t think we’ve advanced far enough for this, I want to take you out on a date first,” he says seriously, and you laugh, tucking his sheets around his shoulders, telling him that you would leave your number on the table and for him to text you in the morning when he was sober if he really wanted to continue this conversation.

You exit his apartment, mood far better than the hour would suggest, and wait for the elevator, content and yet tired, resolving to immediately go to bed the moment you get back to the apartment.

Bump, bump, bump, bump, a series of loud running footsteps can be heard, and you turn around hesitatingly, because you could have sworn that he was about to fall asleep when you put him to bed but –

Jeonghan.

He crashes into you and whines while draping himself all over you, as if it were your fault that he hit his nose on your back. You drag him back, sighing and contemplating your decision to give this boy your number.

“Only you can control me,” he laughs as you tuck him back, firmly, into his bed, and you roll your eyes affectionately, a smile tugging on your lips as you simultaneously curse and thank the heavens for giving him the same apartment number as you.

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74 + Seungkwan + fluffy fluff for the drabble game? Thank you and congrats on 2k!! I loove the writing you guys always come out with :')) ♡♡♡ - jam anon

74: “I wanted to see you so much” (Say Yes)

A/N: YAY!!!! finally got around to posting this, (admin wooed is a very strong motivator), I hope you enjoy this jam anon!! 

- hoshit 💕

Genre: fluffy fluff floof fluffffff

Word Count: 895

Warnings: none!

It’s raining so hard, you think to yourself, the loud thundering of the skies sometimes making you jump. It’s another late night for you, since you had to rush out an essay due the next day that you put off till the last possible moment. Luckily, it’s mostly finished, and all you had to do was to rearrange and format it.

The kettle whistles, and you brew yourself a cup of tea, your thoughts turning to your boyfriend and his grousing of having a late night of practice, smiling contently because while he complained about practice, it was obvious to see that he loved being an idol and everything that came along with it.

Ready to get back to work, you head out of the kitchen, when loud hammering on your door startles you and you hurriedly put down your mug of tea before sparing the clock a quick glance, checking that yes, it really is 1AM and there really is a lunatic banging on my door now.

You move quietly to the door, not wishing to inform whoever it was that you were still awake, even though the light that can be seen under the door would have given it away. Tiptoeing, you look through the peephole, and see absolutely nothing.

Idiot, you cursed, it’s 1AM of course there’s no light outside, why did I even think that I was going to see anything?

You debate switching on the light outside your house, when you hear a familiar voice from behind the door.

“It’s me, open up! It’s cold out here!”

Of course, the madman would be your boyfriend Seungkwan, and you hurriedly fling open the door to reveal him in all his wet glory.

“I wanted to see you so much,” Seungkwan huffs, the rain dripping down his head, trickling down and making a puddle at your doorsteps,

“You’re insane,” you grin, wrapping your arms around this beautiful, half-drowned boy who ran through the rain just to see you.

“Stop, I’ll get you all wet,” he complains, struggling to get out of your grip while you laugh and tighten your hug for a moment, before pushing him away playfully.

“I’ll get you a towel first, just stay put,” you instruct him, running back into your apartment to get the biggest towel you have, returning quickly to engulf him in it and drag him into the toilet, his change of clothes already waiting there.

His grateful smile gives you pause, and for a moment you two stand there smiling at each other, the ridiculousness of the situation forgotten in each other’s proximity.

He boots you out of the toilet, “I’m going to change now and you’re welcome to watch,” the back part of his sentence muffled as you kick the door shut quickly in his face to avoid hearing the rest of what would definitely be an inappropriate statement, and his loud boyish laughter, definitely audible even with a closed door, drifts by your room.

You retrieve your tea from the living room and return to your work, only to be interrupted minutes later by a clingy Seungkwan who insisted on staring at your work from behind you. Playfully, you kick at his legs and he wails as he topples onto your bed, flopping around as if he had been hit by a truck, before settling, knowing that you really had to do your work, and contents himself by playing a mobile game.

There is blissful silence for about ten minutes, before it is broken once again by Seungkwan.

“It’s been 84 years, come here and cuddle with me,” Seungkwan whines from the bed, his legs and arms outstretched towards you, flailing wildly and somewhat resembling an octopus, and you stifle your laugh at how childish he was being.

“I’m still checking through, just give me a few more minutes,” you sing, your mood inordinately cheerful at that time of the night. The presence of Seungkwan was probably to blame for that, as well as the knowledge that once you finished your work, you could rest until the afternoon as the essay was due then.

You quickly finish up, sighing happily at the sound of the printer that was printing out the last pages of your essay, and put everything away neatly before jumping into bed and crashing into Seungkwan.

He pulls up the sheets and the two of you lie in content silence, the sound of the rain soothing to your ears, before something that he said previously sinks in.

“84 years? We’d be old and wrinkly then,” you snort, poking his sides as he squirms away from you while trying to poke you back.

“So? We’d still be the same, just that I’d have to chase you around in your wheelchair and you’d probably knock around into things and then we’d get kicked out of the nursing home for being too rowdy,” Seungkwan smiles fondly, tangling your legs with his.

Your reply was a mutter of assent, eyes having closed in languor, a hand around his waist and your head on his arm. It would hurt in the morning, but Seungkwan really could not care less at this point, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. He snuggles closer to you, and closes his eyes, smiling.

“I’m glad I have you,” he whispers out loud.

“Shut up and let me sleep.”