#every time svt gets recognized for anything

[kimsmingyu]

sorry seeing bts stans foam at the mouth whenever seventeen does anything and then say carats need to stay in their place or whatever is so goofy 😭

[hanmi-xo]

I Don't Love You | (SVT Woozi × You)

M A I N | O N E S H O T S | S M U T | S C E N A R I O S

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Status: Complete Post Date: Nov. 19, 2024 Pairings: SVT Woozi x You Genre: One Shot, Angst, Romance, Slice of Life Word Count: 1k Themes: Growth, Friendship, Meaning of Love, Rejection

Note: This is a work of fanfiction based on real people. Please respect the real Lee Jihoon (Seventeen Woozi)

Synopsis:

If English had another word for different types of love, then maybe you won't hate this one.

You disappeared, and Jihoon came to realize the truth of your absence. He writes his thoughts of you in his journal in hopes that one day he may speak to you once again.

Dec. 17 20xx

You don't love him.

Oh, so, that's what I was told. I wanted to believe there was something going on between the two of you, but you didn't say anything.

Maybe it's because he was my best friend and you didn't want to tell me the truth.

But deep down, I really did wish you would have told me.

He was in love with you, and you knew it. But he wasn't the only one who always thought of you...

Sometimes, I wonder how you're doing.

Do you check the voicemails I leave in your box? Do you see the number of times I texted you and the missed calls?

Do you hear how my voice calls out to you? Or how my messages become one-sided conversations in hopes that at some point you would finally respond?

There was a time when you and I did message each other, but when he came to the picture, things changed.

You became careful and cautious as if you were walking around broken glass.

Your voice that once boomed with life because quiet. And worst of all, your laughter that carried through the wind halted.

You became fearful of him.

Fearful of being loved by someone you didn't like.

But even before that.

Before this grand scheme of things that led to this lost feeling, I still thought of you.

Before he pursued you.

Before he would do everything he could to get your attention.

Your eyes never met his, but you would look to mine.

I didn't know it back then, and even now, I wonder if you were looking for solace. Looking for someone that you knew you could depend upon without worry.

He was my best friend, though. How could I do that to him?

How could I choose a girl over our friendship?

Yet, it still feels like no matter what I did or would have done would change anything.

I still lost. I still couldn't make both of you happy.

I couldn't make myself happy.

So why...

Why did you have to disappear?

Why couldn't you just accept him so I could watch you in the distance?

He wanted to walk you through the rain even when you denied his offer. He chased after you when you forgot your phone.

He would do all these acts of service in hopes that you could recognize his efforts.

He would talk about you so much. It was like I was there to witness it all.

But he only told me his side of the story.

I should have asked you how you felt.

But even so, would you have been honest with me?

I had a feeling you weren't happy. I had a feeling you didn't want to be near him.

But I didn't do anything about it.

Was I being a good friend trying to support him? Or was I just being a pathetic coward not speaking up for you?

I can't tell.

It seems all the same to me the more I think about it.

I was being an ignorant fool.

It was obvious, but I kept denying it for his sake.

I knew you didn't like him.

Even after I heard you set your boundaries, he still crossed them. He crossed each and every one of them.

Never once did I hear him say he made you happy.

Never once did I hear him say that you were glad he was there.

Everything he said was on how he felt.

And of course, I was rooting for him...

I was rooting for him because I thought that was for the best.

So why. Why does he now tell me the whole thing?

He called me last night, and I had to pick him up from the bar.

He was drunk and kept talking about you. How you rejected him more times than he could keep count.

Yet, he still pursued you.

He thought he could change your view.

I wanted to pity him, but I couldn't. Instead, I pitied you.

I pitied the fact that you had to deal with his antics and his foolish behavior.

Deep down, I knew that it would never work.

I knew you wouldn't love him.

But, I needed to hear it from you. I needed to hear those words directly from you.

I needed to be sure that you wouldn't ever love him.

Tell me...

Would it be selfish of me to admit that I liked you?

To admit that after you broke his heart, I would be able to speak to you without worrying about him?

It's cruel the more I think about it, but I missed the version of you before he came along.

I missed your presence. I missed your voice and your laughter. I missed it when you were still you.

But I would never do what he did.

I would never say what he said.

I'd do the opposite because I wouldn't want you to hate me.

I don't love you.

I would say that because I care more about you than how I feel.

I don't love you like a fool who would do things blindlessly.

But, I also don't love you without care.

Everything I want to say and everything that I want to do is done because I worry about you.

I want to stay by your side, but I don't want you to fall in love with anyone.

I don't want to tell you how I feel.

I would rather be ignorant than get an answer from you.

Even if it doesn't help, at least I can say I put your feelings first before mine. Your peace meant more to me than the overbearing chaos that was running through my head.

So, I don't love you.

No.

I couldn't love you.

For your sake, at least.

So come back. Come back and talk to me.

Let me know if you're well. Let me know how you're doing during all of this.

Let me know so we can stay friends. Stay in each other's lives.

Because I don't love you.

I don't love you.

I'll repeat it over and over again until you understand that this isn't love.

This isn't the love you hate.

No.

I don't love you.

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Lee Jihoon

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End | Thank you for reading <3

[rubyreduji]

like a deja vu of heaven — hvc

summary: you meet your soulmate in a dream

tags: angst, fluff, soulmate!au, gn!reader, past hjs x reader warnings: mentions of partner death, grief wc: 4.4k an: hansol best boy. i have this thought that hansol would be the best boyfriend in svt but that’s a whole different post. sorry if is reads a little weird :/ i liked this concept but really struggled writing it...

Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with a blue sky. A warm breeze brushes against your skin and you sit up. You’re in a field.

You feel strange. Like you’re not in a dream but you’re not in real life either. You’re in a limbo between the two. The last time you felt this way you were younger, and the feeling was comforting. This time you’re just on edge.

You’re afraid to get up but you know you have to. Slowly you remove yourself off the ground and look around. Everything around you looks the same so you just start walking. You’re only walking for a few minutes when you hear a voice behind you.

“Yeoboseyo?” You stiffen at the voice. The word is Korean, you recognize that much, but you can’t translate it. (You never really picked up on the language as much as you'd have liked to.) You don’t want to turn around. You don’t want to confirm what you think is happening. “Excuse me?” This time it’s asked in English. The voice is deep and smooth and heart breaking.

You wake up.

Sobs rip from your throat as tears stream down your face. You sit up and bury your hands in your face. How can this be happening? You don’t want this. You only want him but you know that’s impossible.

You don’t sleep for the rest of the night.

The next time you fall asleep and wake up you’re not in the field. You’re in the passenger seat of a car.

“Hi.” The same deep voice from last night speaks. You don’t want to look at him. “I’m Hansol, but everyone calls me Vernon. I think you’re my soulmate?”

You look out the window, turning your head away from him. The scenery that passes by is too much of a blur to make anything out. It hurts your eyes but the pain is less than the one that clenches at your heart.

“Oh. I get it. Finding your soulmate is scary. Or at least that’s what I heard. I’m honestly just more nervous than anything. Kind of freaked me out yesterday. This whole…dreamscape thing. It’s so realistic but also not? Then I wake up and it’s like I didn’t even sleep but my body feels like it did. Then there was you showing up and then just disappearing.”

Vernon continues to talk as you stare out the window. You want to tell him to shut up but talking to him means you have to acknowledge he exists. Acknowledge that he’s your soulmate. And that’s just something you can’t do. So you listen to him talk for the rest of the night, staring out the window the whole time.

This continues every night for a week. You have to give it to Hansol (you’ve internally decided you like Hansol better than Vernon), he’s very resilient. He talks to you every night. He tells you about himself. His family, his friends, his job, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes. He tells you all about him. He recounts his day to you and then tells you his plans for the next day so when you meet again he can tell you if things went how he planned.

Every time you meet you’re in a different location. It’s different from what you’re used to. You liked the night you guys sat at the top of a stilled ferris wheel. All around you guys were colorful lights of an empty theme park. It was the closest you had been to Hansol and his arm kept brushing up against yours. He told you about how he and his friends Seungkwan and Chan went to the fair that day which probably inspired the dreamscape.

You still can’t look at him, and it still pains your heart to sit next to him, but his voice has started to bring comfort to you. Listening to him talk as you stare at your surroundings. You let the night take you away and you suffer the consequences every morning. Crying quietly to yourself as you will yourself not to break even more.

It’s on day nine when you finally speak to Hansol.

“Y/N,” you offer up in a small voice.

Luckily for Hansol he hears. “Y/N? That’s nice. Pretty. I’m Vernon, but you uh, know that.”

Tonight you two are in a castle. It’s Hansol’s dream. He always seems to be dreaming of exciting places. You only dream of landscapes.

The way the dreamscape works is whoever falls asleep first you end up in their dreams. Hansol seems to have a strange sleep schedule as he might be asleep way before you while the next night it could take him hours to come find you in your dream.

Hansol is in a knight costume while you’re dressed up like royalty. You think it’s a little silly but it’s also nice. You two walk the corridors of the castle together.

“You’re uhm, older than me right?” Hansol asks. If this was any other moment you might tease him for the question but instead you just nod slightly. “Cool. You’re very attractive by the way. Sorry if that's weird.”

You smile softly, turning your head away from Hansol so he can’t see your grin. You think Hansol is cute in an adorable puppy type way. You find yourself enjoying his nightly company, even if it pains you as well.

It seems that Hansol is happy just knowing your name because he spends the rest of the night talking and when you wake up that morning, for the first time, you don’t cry.

Slowly you start to warm up to the idea of talking to Hansol. You answer a few of his questions or tell him a few things. Never anything too much or all at once, but it’s a start, and he seems elated to have even just the minimal interaction with you. 

It’s on day fifteen when Hansol touches you. It’s different than that day on the ferris wheel when your arms kept accidentally brushing. This time it’s deliberately. You guys are in one of your dreams. You’re on a lake front with mountains in the back. You sit on the edge of a forest with your knees pulled to your chest as Hansol sticks his feet in the water.

“And then Seungkwan was all ‘hyung you can’t just do that’ but it’s Jihoon-hyung so of course he can just do that. Oh and then Y/N you would never BELIEVE what Seungcheol-hyung did!” Hansol grabs your arm and you jump a bit and Hansol stops his movements as well.

Even in the dreamscape touching Hansol feels strange. His grip is firm but still gentle and you can feel the warmth radiating off of his palms. His hands are big and his fingers are thick, his knuckles are pronounced. They’re familiar, they remind you of his hands, but not quite.

The touch makes you shrivel back, like he’s burned you. You stare at his hand as you back up. You realize it’s too much. It’s all too much.

“Don’t touch me!” You shout, terror laced in the back of your voice. “J-just…leave me alone!” 

You wake up. Tears are already streaming down your face as you sit up in bed. You draw your knees up to your chest again and sob into your arms. Maybe things aren’t getting better.

You don’t sleep the next night. A part of it is because you can’t shut your brain off to think, the other part is because you’re a bit too afraid to face Hansol again. Unfortunately sleep takes you over sometime in the afternoon. Hansol isn’t there as you sit on a beach, staring at the way the waves lap at the sand. You wake up early in the morning, way before Hansol falls asleep. 

The time you fall asleep you end up in Hansol’s dream. You sit together at a kitchen table. The kitchen is designed like one of those 1950s generic checkered kitchens. The cabinets are a garish mint color and the chairs and table are a bright red. Neither of you speak. You sit in silence the whole night, not even looking at each other.

The following night you’re in Hansol’s dream again. You barely have time to register that you’re in what you think is a botanical garden because Hansol practically pounced on you.

“Y/N! You’re here! Thank god. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I touched you and freaked you out and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you last night. It felt wrong the moment I woke up and I went to bed extra early tonight so I could catch you as soon as possible. It scared me the other night when you didn’t go to bed and I felt awful and I knew I needed to apologize so I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you like that the other night,” Hansol rambles on. He’s out of breath by the time he finishes talking and you have to take a moment to process all of his words.

“You uh, didn’t do anything wrong Hansol,” you tell him slowly, choosing your words carefully. “I should be apologizing. I’m sorry for the way I reacted.”

“No you’re okay! I was the one who scared you,” Hansol says with a frown.

“There’s something I need to tell you Hansol.” You walk a few feet to the nearest bench and Hansol follows, sitting cautiously beside you. 

Neither of you talk for a while. You sit there in silence, calculating your words, what you want to say. You stare at the broken down dirt path beneath your feet, willing the right words to come to you. Willing yourself to be able to get through this conversation.

“I’m…terrified,” you whisper. Hansol doesn’t say anything, just waits for you to continue. “I’ve, uh, heard of it before, but I didn’t really think it would happen to me. Nobody talks about how hard it is though.” You pause again. Hansol’s hand twitches, like he wants to reach out for you, but stops. “Josh. That was his name. Joshua Hong.”

Hansol seems to realize all of it now. His mouth falls open slightly and his eyes soften. “Oh.”

“He was…beautiful. The best thing to ever happen to me. He’s been gone for three years now. I miss him everyday.” Your hand reaches under your shirt and pulls up the necklace with two rings on it. You fiddle with them. “You’re sweet Hansol, you really are, and I’m sorry you have to be in this situation. It’s just…so scary for me. This truly means he’s gone. And I don’t want anyone thinking I’ve replaced him or anything. It’s not like this is a choice you know?”

“Y/N…”

“I just think that if I let you in that it’s like it’s going to erase everything I had with him. Which I know is untrue and silly but he was my soulmate. And I know you are too, but…it’s different. And I hate having to tell you that but it’s the truth. A part of it for me is really hard too because I used to dream about him. Not soulmate dreamscape dreams but actual dreams. It was my way of still having him even though he’s gone. Now that I’m having dreamscape dreams again it’s…harder. Honestly I think I’m most afraid that I’m going to start to forget him. Especially if I let someone new into my life.”

“You won’t,” Hansol tells you, his voice firm. “He was the love of your life. He was your soulmate. You’ll never forget him. You’re not forcing him out of your heart, you’re just making room for another person. If of course…that’s what you want. If not I completely get it and we can stay friends or not at all and I’m sure there’s a way where we can stop doing this dreamscape thing and-”

“Hansol.” You grab his hand and his fingers enclose around yours immediately. This touch feels different again. It still burns but this time it burns in a different way. A good way. You hold his hand tightly, like you’re afraid you’ll lose him as well if you let go. “I want to let you in. I just…need more time.”

“Of course.”

The next time you see Hansol isn’t in a dream. It shocks you when you’re scrolling through your Twitter feed to see a photo of the smiling boy. It takes you a second to realize who you’re looking at but the wide toothy grin and kind brown eyes are unmistakable.

You look at the tweet again.

Vernon Chwe. Tuesday Night. 9pm.

The tweet is from the bar you go to. Sometimes they hire musicians to do gigs for live music nights.

You're at a loss for words. If you were being honest you thought Hansol lived in Korea. The one rule of the dreamscape is that you can't tell your soulmate where you are or give any hints indicating your location. You weren't expecting Hansol to live in New York though.

Joshua lived in California and you just happened to meet him when you were there for your aunt’s wedding. You guys did long distance during high school until you went to college and Joshua moved to New York to pursue his theatre major and to be with you. After you both graduated college Joshua proposed to you and you happily accepted only for him to get into a car wreck a year later. You’ve never lived outside of New York and a part of you is shocked that Hansol has been here all along, just down the street.

You look down at the tweet and contemplate if you should go see him. Is it too soon? It’s been three years since Joshua’s passing but it has never gotten easier. Would it harm you to just meet Hansol though? Just to make a friend.

Tuesday. That’s tomorrow. You wonder why Hansol hasn’t brought this up before, he usually tells you all about his plans for the week. He’s told you that he’s trying to become a musician but you didn’t know that he’s been getting gigs as well.

The small voice in the back of your head tells you that Joshua would want you to go. Would want you to meet Hansol. You had conversations about this before; what you would do if something happened to either of you. You both agreed that the other should find happiness again, no matter what form that came in. You knew that. Still you never expected to have another soulmate. Dating another person? Sure. But a new soulmate? It was a totally different situation.

You think about how Joshua would say that it’s even more reason to go meet him. Joshua was a big believer in the soulmate system. You remember when you first met him in the dreamscape, how excited he was. You also remember the day you guys got engaged.

“Joshua Hong, let me down!” You giggle as he spins you around. 

“No way! You said yes and now I’m never letting go of you! My future spouse!” Joshua does put you down though but only so he can pull you into a kiss. “Maybe the universe does know what it’s doing with this soulmate stuff, huh?”

“Maybe,” you grin at him, “or maybe you’re just that irresistible.”

“That too.” Joshua kisses you again. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m happy that it's you. That you’re my soulmate. Even if it doesn’t really matter. I’m glad the universe agrees that we belong together. That it brought me to you.”

He was like that. A true romantic at heart.

It’s decided then. You’re going to meet Hansol.

You’re at the bar. It’s fairly packed for a Tuesday night but you luckily find an empty table to the side. It’s 8:37pm and everyone seems to be excited for the performance. A part of you wishes that you brought someone with you. It’s nerve wracking sitting and waiting for Hansol to come on stage.

Five minutes until 9:00 Hansol walks on stage. Your breath hitches as you see him. It’s still the same Hansol you see in your dreams. Fluffy hair and wide smile and kind eyes. You watch him as he gets ready for his set, talking to the band and testing the mic.

Finally at 9:00 Hansol clears his throat into the mic, getting the crowd’s attention.

“Hello everyone! I’m Vernon Chwe and I’ll be performing for you tonight. Thank you Pledis on Fifth for having me sing tonight.”

His voice is the same voice you hear every night. It’s deep and smooth but hearing it in person sends shivers down your body. This is real. Hansol is really in front of you, only a few feet away. You contemplate leaving, just making a run for it while you can, but you also can’t seem to get up out of your seat.

The whole night you sit and watch Hansol perform. Everyone around you is mingling with each other and drinking their drinks and doing whatnot but you can’t tear your eyes from the man. His stage presence is natural and charming and his voice is calming and melodic. You stare at his face as he performs. A natural grin sits on his face and you soak in the way he glows under the stage lights. 

Before you realize it his set is up and he’s thanking the audience. You realize if you don’t work quick you’ll miss your chance to talk to him. Maybe it’s a good idea, you’ll see him tonight anyways when you fall asleep. You’ve nearly worked yourself into backing out when suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder and you jump, spinning around to see who just touched you.

When you turn around you realize you’ve come face to face with the one and only Hansol Vernon Chwe. You suck in a breath as you stare at him. Your mouth goes dry and suddenly you freeze up.

“Hi,” Hansol breathes out.

“H-hi.”

“You uh, live in New York.” You can only nod. “I’m uh, wow. Sorry I just- I really wasn’t expecting to see you here. I understand if you want space though. Thinking about it now, I probably should have let you come to me on your own.” Hansol frowns a bit.

“Your set was amazing,” you blurt out, not sure what else to say. Hansol still grins at you though.

“Do you want to come get food with me? I’m super hungry after the show. Don’t feel obligated though!”

“Y-yeah, sure. Food sounds good.”

It’s not awkward, yet it is at the same time. You’re not sure how to feel.

You and Hansol sit in a booth at a diner as Hansol scarfs down a hamburger. You pick at your basket of fries, chewing thoughtfully as you think of what to say to Hansol. It doesn’t feel much different than when you dream together, but this time it’s actually real.

“I’d like to become friends,” you finally break the silence. “I think that uh, spending time together would be nice. It would help me out too. If you’d want to, that is.” 

“Yeah!” Hansol perks up. “That would be cool.”

“I’ll still need some time and space. And everything won’t be perfect and glamorized, but I want to try.”

“I’ll be there for whatever you need Y/N,” Hansol tells you, sincerity written all over his face. “Just don’t push yourself, okay? I’ll be okay no matter what happens.”

“Thank you Hansol, I’m fortunate to have you.” And you mean it.

After your initial meeting, you and Hansol start to steadily hang out. You make sure to go out to his gigs when you can and he accompanies you to random places you want to go explore. You get more comfortable with his presence in your daily life and your dream life. You realize it’s been a while since you made an effort to connect with someone in this way and you’re glad you let Hansol in. He’s funny and caring and selfless and the most laid back person you’ve met.

Hansol’s presence doesn’t deter the grief of Joshua though. You still think of him everyday. Some days are worse than others. It’s been a few months since you and Hansol met in person and as much as you want to let him in even more, you don’t know if you would be able to handle it. You feel guilty about keeping him at arm's length, but you’re afraid you’ll feel even more guilty if you let him get closer. You’re grateful for how understanding and patient Hansol is. 

You think that you could come to love Hansol one day. Maybe not in the same way you loved Joshua, but in a new way. A completely unique Hansol way. You know that you’ll always love Joshua and he will always be in your heart, in your head, that he will always have that impact on your life, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t learn to love again.

Your therapist has told you that healing isn’t linear but rather fluctuating. That you’ll learn to grow with it so it will be easier to bear, even if you still have bad days. You know he’s right because you’ve made a lot of progress since Joshua’s passing three years ago. Maybe the next step is opening up your heart more?

You groan to yourself and flop onto your bed. This has been eating you up inside for weeks now. You really like Hansol, but you can’t tell if you like him because he’s him or because he’s your soulmate and you feel obligated or because you’re trying to find another way to help you grow from your grief. You think it’s because you truly like Hansol, but then you over think it and wonder if that’s just what you’re telling yourself to feel better.

It isn’t until later in the day, when Hansol is at your apartment watching a movie, when you find your answer.

Hansol is telling you another one of his stories. He’s laughing about something that Seungkwan and Chan were fighting over and you can’t help but smile along. Hansol’s energy brightens up the room and you can’t help but be a little transfixed by it. It’s something you’ve found yourself doing more and more lately. Hansol’s energy is just contagious and you get pulled in by his warm personality.

Before you and Joshua met, you always thought about what makes a person a soulmate. What connects two people to make them destined for each other. How can the universe just match two people up and expect them to be perfect for each other. Then you met Joshua and you understood. You two were a match made in heaven, a true picture of soulmates. You think that maybe Hansol is also the perfect match for you. The person you need right now. The thought scares you, but gives you hope as well.

You know that you still need to do one more thing though. You need to know it’s truly right before letting Hansol in.

“Hey Hansol?” You cut off his story but he doesn’t seem to mind, just looking back at you with a curiousness in his eyes. “Would you…will you come visit Josh with me?”

You’re not sure how he’s going to respond. It’s a big ask and you would understand if he said not. Instead Hansol just grabs your hand. “Of course.”

Hansol is in jeans and a nice jacket when you meet him. He has a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I didn’t know if I should bring flowers or not. Sorry if that’s wrong.”

“No, it’s nice. Thank you, Josh would love them.” You smile at Hansol reassuringly. “Guiltily, it’s been a while since I’ve gone and seen him. Thank you for joining me today.”

Joshua is buried in New York, which was a difficult decision for his parents to make. You wouldn’t have minded if he was buried in California, but his parents agreed that he belonged in New York, where his heart was, where you are.

You guide Hansol to his grave and gently knee in front of it. The headstone is still fairly clean and there are withered flowers in the cemetery vase.

“Hi Josh,” you say as you take the old flowers out of the vase. “Sorry it’s been a while, there’s so much that’s been going on in my life recently. I still miss you everyday though. You’re always on my mind. I also uh, brought a friend today.” You gesture for Hansol to kneel down with you. He joins you and hands you the flower so you can add them to the vase. “Josh, this is Hansol…my soulmate.”

Hansol looks at you then but then looks back down at the grave. “Nice to uh, meet you Joshua. I’ve heard great things about you. I guess we’re also both pretty lucky guys.”

You roll your eyes at this. It’s a joke that Joshua would enjoy. “Josh, remember that conversation we had. Where we talked about what we would do if anything happened between us. We both agreed that we would want the other to be happy, no matter what form that came in. You know I love you, that I always will, but…I think that maybe…Hansol can make me happy too.” 

“Y/N?” Hansol looks over at you. You reach over to grab his hand and he lets you. 

“I’m not sure where this is going to take us, or what is going to happen, but I want to try Hansol. It will be a slow process but I want to let you in. If you’ll have me? I know I’m a bit broken but-”

“You’re not broken.” Hansol squeezes your hand. “You’re perfect Y/N. I know that things won’t always be easy, but I want to be here for you. In any form you’ll let me.”

“I,” you look down at Josh’s headstone, “I came here to uh, get closure? Which obviously it’s not really closure but, I just wanted to make sure this is okay. Come talk to him and see if he would send me a sign. I feel…lighter? Like I know that this is the right decision.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Thank you for being so patient. Thank you for coming with me today.”

When you finally leave the cemetery your hand is enveloped by Hansol’s and your heart feels a bit less empty than it used to. You think to yourself that just maybe, things might work out.

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seventeen when you get in an argument with them:

❝ SEUNGCHEOL ❞

➸ i feel like he would stay calm and listen to both sides of the argument before coming to a conclusion. he’s probably used to dealing with arguments with the members so he knows how to navigate around them and with you he’d try the same with you. he’d make you sit before talking and he would lowkey feel bad at seeing you so worked up. he’ll apologize if he was in the wrong and make a mental note of this so it doesn’t bother you again <3 he’ll shower your face with kisses afterward to cheer you up and act all cute for you.

❝ JEONGHAN ❞

➸ naur you wouldn’t want to get into an argument with this man. he has whole evidence and shit to back up his side of the argument and you’re just like when did he become a whole detective?? no, but he would still be sweet nonetheless lol. he’d try not to say things that would offend you but still, you get annoyed with him and leave, decided to get some fresh air. after a while, he’s calling you and texting you because he was worried and you just walk back home and when he sees you, he asks if you’re okay and hugs you, apologizing if he hurt you in any way.

❝ JOSHUA ❞

➸ he would literally be so sweet with you even during an argument like you don’t think you can be mad at him anymore when he’s talking to you so sweetly like that 😭 and maybe after hearing his side, you were like ‘oh he’s right’ and now felt bad for picking a fight with him. feeling bad for him, you just cling to him all evening. he might act all tough and all on the outside but on the inside, he’s all uwu secretly loving the attention. he’ll keep reassuring you though, and scold you if you keep apologizing to him. “it’s okay baby, mistakes happen hm.”

❝ JUNHUI ❞

➸ maybe it was a misunderstanding on your side that ended up causing you to have an argument with jun. poor boy would be so confused about what you’re even talking about and you’re talking so fast because you’re worked up, he’s not able to understand anything. so when he tells you to calm down and talk slowly, you’re glaring at him and he’s getting worried and scared. you end up rambling and ranting to him and he’s just blinking at you and every time he tries to talk or correct the things you misunderstood you talk over him. so in the end he's just blinking at you. he'll finally tell you what actually happened and when you realize you got things wrong, you'd meekly apologize to him kissing both his cheeks to make up for it, making him grin cutely.

❝ HOSHI ❞

➸ maybe you were annoyed and arguing, and in the heat of the moment, you said some things you shouldn’t have said, things you didn’t mean. you saw hoshi’s face fall as soon as those words left your mouth but at that moment, you just wanted to be alone so you walked away and just left him standing there. you knew it was selfish of you but you checked your phone but there wasn’t a single missed call from hoshi, making you heartache. what if he felt bad? i shouldn’t have said those things. i should go apologize first. you thought, getting up and making your way back home at this late hour. but little did you know, hoshi was pacing around the house, worried dead about you. he was desperately hoping you were okay and nothing happened to you. weird thoughts entered his mind and all he could think about was you and you’re safety. so not being able to take it anymore, he quickly puts on a jacket and rushed out, walking hurriedly down the streets and towards the bus stop, hoping to find you. you just got off the bus, and the streets are mostly empty of people, except a few cars and you’re maybe getting worried now and start to walk a bit faster. “y/n!”, you hear someone call. the voice you’d recognize anywhere- hoshi. you turn your head and he’s running towards you and before you know it, he’s crashing into you, pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “y/n”, he says, letting out a shaky breath. “are you okay? i was worried when you still weren’t home, it’s was getting so late”, he says, making you tear up at his words. “i'm so sorry, what i said before, i didn’t mean it, i'm sorry, i'm sorry”, you say as a few tears roll down your cheeks and he looks at you with a pout and shakes his head as he wipes your tears away. “i'm just glad you’re okay, let’s go home”, he says.

❝ WONWOO ❞

➸ let’s say you both had just started dating and you both were still getting used to it, specially wonwoo. he was a quiet person already and maybe you wished he was more vocal about himself and his feelings to you. like tell you more about yourself and just be a bit more open or at least try maybe? it was tonight when you got a tad bit annoyed at how you basically had to ask him about his day and excavate details from him since he wasn’t talking much. you let out a sigh, which made him look at you. “wonwoo”, you say. ��hmm?” “i don’t know if it’s hard for you, but maybe you could be more vocal about your feelings to me? at least try? i feel like i'm the only one who’s interested now”, you say with a slightly annoyed huff. so when he doesn’t say anything, you’re getting more annoyed, getting up and walking away even before giving wonwoo a chance to speak. you just walk not really looking where you’re going or where your feet were taking you, just walking off the stress, and before you know it, you don’t know where you are. you try looking around but it’s getting dark and you only see places and names you don’t seem to recognize. your mind runs with all the thoughts of what can happen, scaring yourself so you dial wonwoo. he picks up immediately. “y/n i’m-“, “wonwoo i’m scared”, you say. “what happened, are you okay?, where are you?”, he asks. “i don’t know”, you say. “calm down hm, tell me a landmark or send your live location, i’ll come to you right now”, he says. when he finally comes, he's slightly out of breath which tells you he ran all the way here and now you feel bad for for you said before. "wonwoo", you say once he's closer. "are you okay?", he asks and you nod. "i'm sorry, about before, i shouldn't...it's okay wonwoo, you can take your time to open up to me, i know it can be hard but i'm here okay", you say and he looks at you so fondly at that moment, your heart melts.

❝ WOOZI ❞

➸ maybe if the argument between got bad, he’d try to stop immediately and ask you to calm down but you just stormed out in a huff, leaving a worried woozi behind. he tries to call you and text you but you don’t reply to any of those, making him even more worried. so when one of the members calls him telling them you were maybe had a little too much to drink and asked woozi come pick them up, he was rushing to you. you had maybe bumped into joshua on the way after you stormed out and he asked you what happened and you ended up explaining it to him over a few drinks. woozi gladly thanks joshua for keeping you safe and takes you home, putting you in bed while he apologizes to you, hoping that you guys don’t have an argument or fight that bad again.

❝ MINGHAO ❞

➸ naur argue with him and you have to deal with a petty minghao for a few hours. maybe you argued with him over a silly matter and he just scoffs and looks at you like ‘you picked a fight because of that?' look. he’d hear you out nonetheless but be petty when you argued about it. and after a while, you think about it and realize it was a dumb matter anyway and you didn’t have to get so worked up about it. so when you go to apologize to him, he’s giving you a cold look and some silent treatment making you pout. you’ll try everything to get his attention and when he still doesn’t budge, you’re storming out of the room clearly annoyed and you’re so ready to get into another argument with him about this. but he gives in and comes behind you, hugging you. “i thought someone was mad?”, you ask. “hmm looks like you’re the one who’s mad now”, he replies with a small grin before kissing your cheek and making you smile.

❝ MINGYU ❞

➸ you knew mingyu was pretty popular at college and that girls flocked around him often and you told yourself thousand times that he only liked you, but sometimes you just couldn’t help but get jealous from all the attention he’d get from girls, casually and openly flirting with him when they knew he had a girlfriend. and he just really didn’t seem to do anything about it? he’d just stand there awkwardly as they flirted with him, batting their eyelashes and giving him smiles while handing him drinks and snacks they bought for him. it really made your blood boil sometimes. so today when you saw how a girl was basically falling all over him, brushing his hands against him while he just stood there like 🧍, you don’t know what came over you but you saw red. you gritted your teeth, starting at the scene, and just at that moment, mingyu’s eyes met yours and he made his way to you with a smile which you did reciprocate. you’re standing their frowning, arms crossed across your chest. “why don’t you tell them to stop giving you all these?”, you say deadpan and he’s just laughing awkwardly. “these? oh, they’re just snacks baby, nothing special”, he says. “nothing special?”, you scoff. “baby you okay?”, he asks. “are you jealous, you know-“, “yes im jealous okay mingyu, how can i not be jealous when girls are literally running after you and how can i not be mad when they’re so openly flirting with you”, you burst out and he’s looking at you wide-eyed. “you can enjoy those snacks”, you grit out, before turning and walking away, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. you walk for a bit and start to feel bad for suddenly lashing out at him like that. just then you hear footsteps and mingyu is in front of you, looking at you with a small pout. “im so sorry y/n, I didn’t know you felt like that”, he says, searching my eyes to see if you were okay. “i'm sorry – i know it’s dumb but i just i don’t know why i got so mad”, you say softly and he pulls you in for a hug. “it’s okay, it’s okay to feel like that. i'll keep this in mind, and remember – you’re the only one for me”, he says, easing your heart.

❝ DOKYEOM ❞

➸ no why do i feel like he’d end up in tears if you argued with him 😭 if you picked an argument with him he’ll feel so bad idk just like he probably hates the idea for arguing with you or putting you down so he tries his best to listen to your side and he’ll gently tell you his side and it goes about like that. he’d give you a big hug afterward once things between you guys were solved and okay and say “let’s not argue again hm”, as he kisses your temple.

❝ SEUNGKWAN ❞

➸ why do i feel like he’d just wholeheartedly argue back with you, being all sassy and shit hshs, and then it would just escalate so much that poor dino who’s witnessing ya’ll argue would be so scared he’d call cheol asap and cheol would have to come between you guys and stop you, pulling you both away and telling you both to calm down. and once you both were a bit calmed down, you’d talk and end up laughing about getting so worked up.

❝ VERNON ❞

➸ i feel like he isn’t the type to get in arguments or argue with so even if you guys did end up having arguments, it would be pretty chill like just him hearing you out and talking it out with you. and then you guys would hug afterward.

❝ DINO ❞

➸ he’s used to getting into small arguments with the members so he knows how to navigate through those but getting into an argument with you is a whole different story. i feel like if you were arguing with him, he’d just be so confused and just stand there and be lowkey scared. he’s trying his best to keep a straight face. but the thing is you end up getting tears because you were kinda frustrated and you tried so hard to not tear up but it just came and dino goes into full panic mode seeing your tears and he thinks he hurt you or did something really wrong for you to cry. “y/n, why…don’t cry umm i know i messed up but i’ll do better…please don’t cry”, he says, coming closer to you. he feels so bad that you ended up crying and he carefully and gently wipes your tears away. and maybe after letting out a few tears, you’re not as annoyed or mad as before so you apologize to him for getting worked up over a trivial matter. he’d gently hug you and later that day, he’d take you to your favorite café and buy you your fav pastry from there to cheer you up. dino best boy <3

[treasure-hwa]

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Seonghwa+ 24

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seonghwa + don't you want me

angst; drinking; break up

Two men on the back of the fancy bar you worked at were undoubtedly staring at you while talking, which made you a little uncomfortable. So you went to their table to see if they needed anything.

— We need your number.

Your eyes widened and you took two steps back.

— Hongjoong, don't be so crude — the guy with black hair spoke softly over a cocktail. — My friend here is a fashion designer and he thinks you would fit perfectly on his upcoming campaign.

You chuckled and felt your cheeks getting warmer, but you couldn't deny the euphoria your being was in. From afar, you couldn't identify the faces, but, as soon as you took in the half black, half blond hair and the pierced ears, you recognized the man as Kim Hongjoong, creator of the brand No 1 Like Me.

— Yes, exactly. He saw you first, but I won't let him take credit. Tell me, are you interest in modeling? — the shorter guy said.

You put your pen and order book on the pocket of your apron and replicated:

— Well, that's funny, because I'm actually pursuing the modeling industry.

Hongjoong's eyes shined bright. He was so excited to be able to work with new models, that he knew exactly what he would make to fit your body.

But all Seonghwa thought about was if your lipstick was strawberry flavor.

Five years later and you're one of the most famous models, every designer wanted you to wear their clothes and Hongjoong was proud of you, he was proud he taught you many things, but he never took your credit away. He knew you worked hard to get to where you are.

Seonghwa was very much the opposite. You dated him for three years, starting from the second year you met until you thought the relationship wasn't exactly what you wanted and needed it to be. The man was nice most of the time you were together, but, on the last months, he seemed to have turned into an arrogant, snobbish person, like many you had met along your career.

On the last day of your relationship, you had gone to a party and he couldn't stop drinking or talking shit to the other drunkards with him. You had talked with him about all the drinking consecutive times, how it made you feel, but he didn't care, apparently. He even slapped your hand away when you tried to get him up to go home.

However, at the moment you finally could bring him out of the bar, you revealed you wanted to break up, and he went crazy:

— You were a nothing and I was the one who changed your life!

— You're drunk. Let's talk tomorrow.

— No. No, no, no! Don't you want me? Is that what you're saying? Shouldn't you be thankful? — You fisted your hands and took a deep breath. — I was the one that showed you to Hongjoong.

Turning around calmly and putting on a serious face, you stated:

— Listen here, Seonghwa. I owe you nothing, I dated you because I love you and I thought you loved me sincerely too. But I don't need you.

— I don't believe you.

— And I don't care. I know my potential isn't defined by you being friends with the guy that employed me, and it's time for me to go away, live my life without you.

He let his hands down and stopped screaming.

— So don't you want me, love?

— I don't.

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[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Soonyoung: World’s Best Babysitter (Spin-Off)

Anonymous asked: I thought he would name it Coco! LOL it’s really a good imprint episode! Is it ok to request a spin-off  with just Soonyoung tending to Kaito and the chickens? Like he even brought all hens and rooster to Jun’s room? 😂😂😂 Thank you and keep it up! 😍😍

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, 100% crack, soonyoung is an irresponsible babysitter

Word count: 1,617

Summary: Before Jun had brought his mate home, Juri planned out a girls’ day specifically for all of the mates to go out, have fun, and relax. The rest of the pack – save for Soonyoung – had work and school to tend to, which meant the goofy wolf was left in charge of your 3-year-old brother.

Imprinted Masterlist

“Out,” Juri had told him, “we’re taking her out.”

And out they took you, leaving Kaito in Soonyoung’s care because it was your day to babysit, but it was your only free day that week, and you just looked exhausted.

All. The. Time.

So Juri declared a girls’ day – despite Seungcheol getting protective and saying it was dangerous to go out alone – and all of the mates went out for the day.

But you and the girls weren’t the only ones to go out. The rest of the pack had things to take care of. Some had work, some had class, and others just left because they didn’t want to have to take care of two kids. 

“Come on, Jihoon,” Soonyoung begged, knowing the shorter wolf didn’t have anything he actually had to do today. “Why won’t you stay?”

“Because I don’t want to be around a kid,” Jihoon scoffed.

“That’s mean!” Soonyoung gasped. “What did Kaito ever do to you, huh?”

Jihoon grabbed the motorcycle helmet from the key hook by the front door, opening the door, “I was talking about you,” he stated before leaving.

Which meant it was just Soonyoung and little Kaito for the day. Kaito obviously didn’t mind, as he’d taken quite the liking to your mate. He even took the time to give him a nickname because “Soonyoung is too long, and you should have something to match me and _____”.

Kaito and Hoshi were partners in crime, and even though Soonyoung definitely made for a great babysitter, leaving them alone in the house for the day was probably the worst idea anyone ever had. You didn’t know they’d be left alone, and Jihoon figured it wasn’t his problem.

Three hours into the day, and the pair had already gathered every blanket from every room to make “the world’s biggest blanket fort”, made chocolate milk with extra chocolate that Kaito eventually threw up after running laps around the house, and had already set Jun’s trashcan on fire. Clearly, things were going well.

But they still had a few more hours to go.

As the two laid under their giant blanket fort – Kaito in one of Jihoon’s shirts because he threw up on his and refused to wear a women’s shirt, and Jihoon was the tiniest man in the house – Soonyoung flipped through the channels.

“Hoshi?” Kaito looked over at the wolf curiously.

“Hmm?” he hummed, seeming in a trance from the flickering of channels.

“Did _____ tell you we got more chickens?” he asked.

Soonyoung nodded, “Think so…”

“They’re getting eated again,” he informed Soonyoung.

Immediately, the wolf looked away from the TV to the 3-year-old, “Huh?”

“I said they’re getting eated again.”

“It’s eaten, Toto. What’s eating them?”

“I dunno! I’m only three!”

Soonyoung laughed loudly, reaching over to ruffle the younger boy’s hair, “Right, my bad. Come on, let’s go investigate.”

Like a good adult, Soonyoung got Kaito in his light-up sneakers before he carried him piggyback style down the street to your home. Kaito sang a few Japanese songs he knew on the way while Soonyoung encouraged his very off-key singing. He also noted that someone in your family must listen to Babymetal since he recognized the lyrics to Karate.

Finally reaching the property, Soonyoung let Kaito off of his back when he squirmed so he could run over to the garage door. Soonyoung found the key where you had told him it was many times before, and opened the door carefully as to not let any of the chickens out. He noticed, as Kaito had said, there were significantly less chickens than there had been before.

“Well,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “we have to do something about it.”

“I have a plan!” Kaito grinned before waving Soonyoung down to his height.

The wolf wasn’t sure why Kaito wanted it to be a secret, but he played along anyway. However, his face lit up when he heard the young child’s solution, thinking he had taught him well.

“I like the way you think!” Soonyoung grinned. “Do you have something to put them in?”

“I got a wagon.”

“That’s a little too small, bud.”

Kaito hummed as he looked around before his eyes landed on the wooden structure in the yard, “What about that? It’s my dad’s.”

It was a hook-up to their small tractor. It was used to carry produce when their dad had owned a small vegetable farm, but it didn’t have much use now. It wasn’t too big, though, so Soonyoung figured he could manage to make it work, especially with his strength.

“Help me load them up,” he nodded before going to get the cart from the edge of the yard.

-

“Done,” Soonyoung sighed as he closed the door to the room the chickens would call home for a while until they figured out what was lurking near your house that was eating them. 

Obviously, Soonyoung immediately assumed Jinsoo since he’d been spotted there before. He just didn’t understand why the werewolf would be eating the chickens you let out into the yard. He had a place to live, and he could shift back into human form; what did he have to eat animals for? Maybe just to piss the pack off?

Then again, there was a good chance it was just some wild animal. Did that mean he would let his guard down? Not at all.

“Hey Kai?” he looked down at the boy sitting on the floor like he was exhausted – even though he didn’t just pull a cart for 3 miles.

“Uh huh?”

“What do you feed them?” Soonyoung wondered, having never been much of a farmer. “Like…do they get hungry?”

Kaito looked at the older boy like he was stupid, “Everything gets hungry, Hoshi.”

He sighed, sitting beside Kaito, “No, I mean do they have to be fed at certain times of the day? Like dogs or something?”

“They’re not dogs, they’re chickens, Hoshi!”

Soonyoung sighed, laying back on the floor and just staring at the ceiling. Why was he asking a 3-year-old when he literally had Google in his pocket?

-

They didn’t have chicken feed, but they had bread. Therefore, he would feed them bread. Ducks liked bread, chickens and ducks were both birds, so chickens have to like bread. Who doesn’t like bread?

So there the two were: sitting on the floor in the room full of chickens while they pulled off little pieces of bread from the slices and tossed them about the room as the chickens went to peck at it. Kaito was having the best time, picking off pieces and saving them up so he could hold them in his hands and toss them around like confetti. Who knew someone could have so much fun with chickens?

Suddenly, Soonyoung heard the front door open, followed by a yell that very quickly turned into a gasp, “We’re ho…my god…”

You were back, and clearly, you had seen the mess.

“Kaito!” you called.

“_____!” he cheered, dropping the slices of bread he had in his hands and raced to the door, opening it and running out.

Soonyoung made sure none of the chickens got out before he left, slipping through the doorway before closing it securely. Kaito was halfway down the stairs, and you were looking into the living room in horror. The other mates just looked tired.

“_____!” Kaito called as he ran straight into you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Kaito, what did you do?” you breathed, not taking your eyes off of the living room that looked like a tornado hit it, and then a giant that clearly wasn’t an architect made a blanket fort for shelter.

Kaito shook his head, pointing behind him, “Hoshi made that!”

“The mess?” Aya asked.

“Excuse you, that was both of us!” Soonyoung frowned. “Don’t blame me for the whole thing.”

You turned to the mates, profusely apologizing for the actions of your brother, and mate. Faye laughed, shaking her head and tossing an arm around you as the other girls went straight into the mess to clean it up.

“Sweetheart, don’t even worry,” the tall girl told you. “Soonyoung pulled this stuff way before Kaito showed up.”

-

Your small crew cleaned up the mess before any of the wolves returned home. Kaito was fast asleep in your lap with his head on your chest before the first flood of boys came through the door. Mingyu immediately went to the kitchen to help Juri make dinner; Minghao, Chan, and Jeonghan joined your group in the living room; and Joshua went to his room to study. Jihoon came home and walked right past the living room, and Wonwoo showed up from work and laid on the floor in front of the TV with his head in Faye’s lap. Then Seungcheol returned with Seokmin, Hansol, Seunkwan, and Jun. The alpha went to the kitchen, Seokmin, Hansol, and Seungkwan hung out in the living room, and Jun went up the stairs.

“Told ya nobody would know,” Aya smiled at you.

“Know what, baby?” Jeonghan wondered.

“Nothing,” she quickly assured him, pecking his lips just to prove there was nothing to worry about.

But then there was a scream from upstairs. Not even a manly yell; a scream.

“Why the fuck is my room full of poultry?!” Jun cried.

All eyes automatically looked to Soonyoung. Even the pack that was in the kitchen came to the living room to look at him accusingly. You were even staring at him in shock.

“You stole our chickens?!” you asked him.

Not knowing how to explain himself, Soonyoung shrugged, “I missed my first love.”

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

Their reactions to you breaking up with them // Part One

LUCIFER // BEELZEBUB // BELPHEGOR // DIAVOLO // SIMEON

Part Two (Mammon/Leviathan/Satan/Asmodeus/Barbatos) will come later this week ! It was supposed to come out with everyone else but I just wasn’t satisfied with some (cough Satan cough Barbatos) so I decided to split it into two parts and release the second one later ! ☺️

This idea suddenly popped in the middle of the night into my mind and I can’t ignore it so bear with me.

(Also sorry for the angst if you aren’t new here you should be used to it by now)

Fun fact I’m actually writing this while listening to ‘Left & RIght’ by SVT and let me tell you this does not fit the vibe at all, but it works lmao

MASTERLIST

NB: This is all made under the assumption that the boys love and respect you enough not to kill you right on the spot of course and that they’re not crazy enough (at least not anymore) to lock you up in i don’t know an attic for example

+ Also this goes without saying that most of these if not all are not “we should stay friends” kind of breakup, it’s more of a “it doesn’t work anymore we should stop seeing each other” kind of breakup.

(Sorry for the delay I got a bit sick yesterday and couldn’t find enough strengh to open my computer and actually concentrate)

—

The one who acted like it doesn’t affect him in any way.

He gave you his everything and that’s what you gave back to him? How preposturous!

He was mad. 

But he refused to show it. His pride and ego were so important to him and to him at the moment they were the only thing he could still salvage from this humiliation.

Which is why everytime he saw you afterwards, he looked at you for a milisecond before scoffing and averting his eyes before walking away from the room, his head held up high to the point it hurted his neck.

But the fact that he tried to stay proud didn’t mean breaking up with you didn’t hurt.

Because it did. And he hated every part of this.

You probably surprised him once or twice at night in the music room lazily playing a few notes on the piano with a glass of wine as his only company. 

Muttering words that you couldn’t quite understand without having to get closer, but you could feel each and everyone of them dripping with bitterness and pain.

After all of this Lucifer wanted to hate you, he truly did. But he couldn’t, and it was absolutely infuriating to him. 

He, Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, one of the most powerful demons in the entire Devildom, the right-hand-man to the prince himself, fell in love with a mere weak human. And yet he was the only one left suffering. 

How humiliating.

Beel was actually surprised by how much it didn’t hurt.

A break up is normally painful, but appart from a little pinch in his heart  his body was completely numb to the pain.

So he didn’t try to fight it. He simply accepted it and watched you walk away. After all your happiness was always his first priority and it didn’t hurt that much so it was okay... right?

But over the days you, along with the other brothers noticed a slight change in Beel’s behavior. 

Which from his perspective was coincidental with the pain from his heart spreading more and more inside of him.

It started with a lack of appetite which, coming from him, was worrying of course but you all assumed it was his way of “coping” and that he would be back eating in no time.

But it didn’t happen like that. The lack of appetite was suddenly added to a tighter grip on things. At some points you had all lost track of the times you walked on Beel staring intensely at a doorknob that he accidentally ripped off its handles.

Then it escalated. It wasn’t object he was unconsciously hurting it was now other people as well, slapping their hand away or bumping into them hard.

Until one day he found himself into a fight with a lesser demon that to your knowledge hadn’t done anything to set him off. It took the the combined strenght of Lucifer, Mammon and Belphegor to get Beel off the demon. 

And it took him one glance your direction to stop fighting his brothers. He saw you look at him as if you didn’t recognize him, as if you were wondering where was the Beel you knew, the one who was kind and loving. And he started crying. 

The numbness of his body was finally wearing off to reveal all of the pain it had been hiding.

Probably the messiest breakup since first he just refuses to even aknowledge what you said.

You saved his life. He was living a life filled with hatred and despair since Lilith’s death and you came in, and while things happened that he is definitely not proud of, your forgave him and gave him a new chance at life where he could have fun with you and everybody else.

He had been latching onto you since that day, his only goal in life was you. You were his life line.

That’s why he refused to break up. That’s why he said “no” as soon as the words were out of your mouth.

You tried to tell him that’s it’s not his choice but he wouldn’t hear it. He was not going to let you go. 

A big fight exploded between you two, so vehement that some of the brothers who heard the ruckus rushed over to see what was wrong.

After a while they managed to cool you down and you finally got a look at his face. And you saw nothing but pain. 

With his emotions exposed like that in front you and everybody else Belphegor got really embarrassed, cursed under his breath under his breath and then turn around to run away. Far from you.

Not knowing what to do he somehow found his way back in the attic where he stayed on his own accord this time. He stayed there day and night refusing to go out. Afraid that he was going to see you again.

At that moment he didn’t hate humans as much as he did before he met you, but now after what you had said he couldn’t help but let a newfound yet familiar grudge grow inside him once again. He didn’t want to trust humans anymore. 

Probably and surprisingly the most crushed out of all of them. 

You. Out of all people, you were abandoning him.

You were the most intimate and the closest relationship he ever had. You were his entire world, he gave you everything he could give. This man almost worshipped you for loving him. And you were pulling away from him ?

All you see in his face is utter disbelief... And pain.

He doesn’t say a word, his knees simply give out and without ever breaking eye contact with you he crashes on the floor. 

When you decided walk away, he continued to look at you until you truly disappeared.

Afterwards, in public, he acted like he always did, he had this happy persona for more than a thousand years he knew how to make it look like he was feeling alright.

But you noticed. Because he avoided every plausible contact with you. He acted like you weren’t part of his world anymore because he knew that if he did so much as to look at you his smile would immediately falter. 

He wanted you back. Nobody could have wanted someone back more than he wanted you. You were the first person whom he ever loved and the first person who ever truly loved him back. 

He always thought he lived a life only filled with solitude until you single-handledly showed him that he wasn’t alone as he thought. Until you told him that with you by his side he would never feel alone anymore.

He thought about bringing you back by force, using his privileges as the Devildom Prince and only ruler to get you to fulfill the promise that you made to him. 

He actually nearly made it happen. 

But was advised by both Lucifer and Barbatos that it would be a bad idea and, while he did it reluctantly, he ultimately agreed. 

But he never felt so alone.

Surprisingly Simeon was the one who had the most trouble understanding why you wanted to break it off.

The only thoughts running thorugh his mind at the moment were : “What happened ? What did he do wrong?”

He was always so careful with you, so romantic, so understanding, so... perfect. 

There was no other word, he was a perfect boyfriend. He always did what he thought was right. He always treated you right. So why did you break up with him?

Simeon was a smart man, he wrote countless times about love too but he truly couldn’t comprehend the fact you wanted to end your relationship.

He thought was you had was so special, he was in love with you. Every moment that he spent with you was precious to him. 

And he couldn’t get around the fact that you didn’t feel the same anymore.

But he did let you go though.

Without asking any questions or giving much of a fight because even there he wanted to put your feelings first.

He didn’t even cry, nor complained. He just caressed your cheek one last time with his long fingers, making sure to remember the softness of your skin and the shape of your jaw. 

He looked at every detail of your face and he memorized them all knowing it would be the last time he would ever be allowed to be so close to you.

Then he layed his lips on your forehead for the last kiss he could give you and whispered, his voice trembling, so slightly that you barely even noticed it :

“If that’s what you want”

The first time he saw you again afterward he tried to make his way to you to talk with you as if you were back to friends. but as soon as he saw you shifting awkwardly while you looked at him he stopped in his tracks, gave you a small smile and turned around. 

Once again putting your feelings first.

[chierushi]

Hello by SEVENTEEN

Around 2017, I saw Pretty U (dance version) being shown almost every week at someone’s house. Their kid really liked them. Eventually, the KPop group kind of grew on me after watching it for several times, and they really do have good choreography.

I got curious and searched them up on YouTube. They’ve got more insane dances. They debuted around 2015, and were getting attention by that time, so I’ve got a lot of material to consume. I kept watching their dance rehearsal videos and ended up listening to those songs on repeat.

Simply stating this as a matter of fact: I’m usually not into KPop. It’s hard for me to fancy songs I can’t understand. I also actively refuse viewership to anything mainstream, thinking they don’t need more fans. I prefer to consume less known artists. But in the case of SVT, they demanded to make an exception. They spoke to me through dance, a universal language, and I heard their plea.

Even though I’ve watched their rehearsals a lot of times, I didn’t bother to know their names. Without effort, I could distinguish faces of S.Coups, Vernon, DK, Woozi, and The8 whenever they’re at the center. (There was no way for me to see their faces up close because I didn’t watch any of the official music videos, too. They’re 13 people; usually the cameras were setup too far the whole time to cover all of them) The reasons: S.Coups, The8, and DK have pretty recognizable voices, while Vernon and Woozi have distinct physical features.

Their first singles were pop, to which I lean more into. But around 2019, they became more rock, hip-hop, and EDM. I was probably not yet ready for those at that time, or maybe it was a mismatch of interest. I moved on.

This year, 2022. Most of the people I follow on stan twitter became fond of Mingyu and Wonwoo. While the retweets were mostly about shipping them (it is a BL stan Twitter, of course the gays go gaga over Mingyu and Wonwoo separately, and together, they’re a match made in heaven), Some do include their performances. Remembering how badly I was into them years ago, I muted all possible keywords and specific accounts.

Frankly though, I did check on their discography once or twice during my denial phase. They still didn’t appeal to me, not as much as what happened back then. I let the MinWon content on my timeline and just skipped through those tweets.

A few weeks ago, I saw a video compilation of all their dance rehearsals from past to present…and it got me HOOKED. That was probably either nostalgia or anxiety (I’m having depressive episodes these days) that turned things around. I started watching their performances again on YouTube, and had ‘em playing in the background at shuffle while at work. This time, I’ve got so much more discoveries.

It took me a week overconsuming Going Seventeen (a variety show of some sort that they host) funny clips to be able to recognize who’s who. This is also the reason why I’m dead hyper fixed on them. They’re not Running Man-level kind of variety, and they’re idols, not comedians, but I enjoy their dynamics as a group. It’s fun seeing each of them interact with quiet members, steal the spotlight (and some of them are shameless about this, which is alright! They’re celebrities!), their natural comic timing, etc.

I’ve seen clips of them as teenagers who are trainees, and I think that’s one of their secrets. They’ve been literally living with each other for so long (and as kids even) that they have learned who needs more attention, compassion, and who needs to be left alone on most days. They’ve seen each other’s quirks and have learned to be okay with it. They’ve learned to adjust for each other willingly. Combining family with work is tough, but they manage it somehow. Of course, with unending dance practices, that kind of relationship helped their performance to get to the level of where they are now. When they dance, they move as one. The synchronization is crazy.

All this, I also have to give credits to S.Coups wonderful leadership. He’s always the first one to look out for each of them, yet, you don’t feel the hierarchy. He is bossy, even the members have joked about this, yet they willingly submit to him because respect has been earned (probably also recognizing seniority is an Asian thing). They are so varied individuals, and sometimes you can feel the struggle of some to connect, but it is S.Coups that always makes way, and the members follow. I rarely see that side of him though; he’s always having fun with everyone, even being teased.

I’ve seen this one video of them singing live of mash-up of their songs, and they’re really amazing! They are grouped into three sub-units, but all of them can really sing, dance, and rap with ease; I sometimes question why there’s a need to divide themselves when they can all sing and dance really well.

In October, they will be having a concert here in Manila, and I want to come! It has always been a dream of mine to watch them perform live, but knowing how KPop fandom works, I doubt if I’ll get VIP tickets. As much as possible, I don’t want a seat far from the stage, and only see them on a big screen. I want to see them up close, not breathe the same air. It’s better to watch the stream if that’s the case. Getting into this, I thought, it’s kind of dangerous for someone like me, because I have no kids, no dating life, and I earn more than enough to cover my bills.

Anyway, I’ll see if I’ll have the energy to fight for a good seat on that concert, or if my laziness would continue to topple everything, even my love for Jun (one of the members and my bias). I don’t really have an idea how to end this dump; I think it’s obvious from how poorly written this blog is. But yeah~ I love them.

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 1]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes;  some smut, mild degradation. (some art history bs cuz I, in actuality, am a nerd) can I get a yeehaw! we’re finally kickin’ this off~ this is mostly just the lead up with some mild touchin’ but you know how it is~ thank you all for being so patient! can't wait to get the next chapter out 💕 

chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x

It’s 10:48am when Mingyu all but begs you to return his art history books on Dadaism back to the campus library. You give him 4 sentences to explain why you should be the one to do it; the tall male whining that he’s already late for his exam on Baroque art.

“Can you not be a bitch for 4 seconds, please? I’m literally begging you and I know for a fact you need to get books on that fuckin’ art and gender course so don’t play me like you’re not heading there anyway!” Mingyu shoves his books into your arms, adjusting the messenger bag on his shoulder.

“I swear after the rager on friday, I’ll take you out to get those mochi donuts on saturday, okay? I gotta go!”

He gives you no time to respond, jetting off to his already-late exam. You roll your eyes, adjusting the books in your arms as you begin the trek to the library. Mingyu was a friend that you’d met in your Intro to Photography class with Minghao, another mutual friend of yours. Both of them were no-doubt handsome and insanely educated when it came to art and art history but both of them were also part of the SVT House; one of the most notorious frat houses on Greek Row. They threw parties every other week, inviting the entire campus to show up if the cops didn’t show up first. Mingyu had invited you to a few in the past but you’d always decline; citing that you rather not be around when the cops showed up. You always wondered how Minghao dealt with being in a frat house knowing he typically hated loud parties and huge crowds of strangers.

When you finally get to the library, you struggle with the door, the damned books making it difficult for you to pull the handle open. A kind soul helps you out, a small ‘thank you’ leaving your lips before you make a beeline for the receptionist desk to return Mingyu’s books. Noticing a different male there than the usual librarian, you quirk a brow.

“Um, hello?” He spares you a glance, closing a few windows on the computer he was working on before he walks over to your side of the table. You take in his features; sharp eyes, silvery blue hair, wire frame glasses, pressed white shirt under an argyle printed sweater vest tucked into beige pressed chinos. He looked like a stereotypical version of what most people would think a librarian looked like but also had the features of a high class model. You were sure you’d seen him around, probably when you’d run into Mingyu or Minghao between classes.

“Yes, can I help you?” Fuck, you think, his voice is hot too. You can feel your body heating up just from his voice alone and you take a second to recover, stuttering as you set the books down on the counter.

“Y-yeah, um, I--uh, just wanted to return these books? That’s all.”

Cursing under your breath for stuttering, you miss the way his lips quirk up into a small smile.

“Sure, let me just scan these in.” You opt to just nod, saving yourself from any further fuck ups with talking as you watch him grab the scanner.

“Hmm, it says Mingyu borrowed these books. Can I ask why you’re returning these and not himself?”

“O-oh, we’re friends. He was late to his art exam and I needed to do some work here so… figured I’d just return them for him since he’s already suffering.” He laughs, sliding the books off the counter and placing them on the return cart for later.

“I don’t see why he didn’t just give them to me this morning but I guess the beer pong from last night must’ve been the reason for him being late.” You sigh, “I knew there’d be a stupid reason he’d be late for his exam. Anyway, thanks for helping me…?” You leave the question open ended, wanting to get his name before you disappeared to one of the empty study rooms. He smiles at you again, dusting off his hands on his neatly pressed pants.

“Hi, my name’s Wonwoo. I volunteer here at the campus library every day from 10am to about 2pm. If you need anything, just let me know!” He shakes your hand, eyes twinkling as he gives you a quick up and down from behind the receptionist desk. You give him your name; watching him as he whispers it under his breath, lips tilting up into a warm and inviting smile.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hope we’ll get along well.”

You hate the way the image of Wonwoo smiling at you is embedding into your eyelids while you try to work; the stupid essay sitting in front of you still blank even when you get up to look for materials on the course an hour and a half later. Checking the kiosk to find out where the said art and gender books were, you make your way through the bookshelves, not finding any of the books you were looking for. You contemplate for a second, wondering if you really want to go visit Wonwoo at the receptionist desk. Fuck it, you think, I’ll get my books and I swear I’ll finish this damn essay before I leave, it’s not just eye candy.

“Hey, Wonwoo?” He turns away from the return cart, adjusting his glasses as he walks over to you at the counter. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“Um, I… it said the art and gender books were on the shelves but they weren’t, uh, there? Can you… check for me please?” He nods, sitting down at the computer while you recite the necessary info to him. Wonwoo jots down a few notes on a notepad, getting up and gesturing for you to follow him as he tears the sheet off.

“Sorry, I’m new here so we might get lost but I think they might’ve accidentally been shelved in the wrong section of the library.” He threads through different bookshelves, taking you deeper and deeper into the library until there’s hardly anyone around.

When he finally stops, you’re in a section of the library you don’t recognize, the emptiness mildly eerie as Wonwoo searches for the said books.

“Wanna give me a little snippet of what these books are about while we’re here?” He didn’t strike you as a small talk kind of person but you shrug behind him; you were already there, might as well.

“Um, it’s just, kind of how different genders consume and interpret the human form in art. Lots of it is old and outdated but it’s for an art course I’m taking right now. Y’kno, things like the ‘male gaze’ and stuff. I’m sure it’d bore you to death.” Wonwoo hums in acknowledgement, turning to face you as he slowly backs you up against the bookshelf. It takes you off guard as you hold your breath, eyes boring into the argyle print on his sweater vest.

“Interesting course you’re taking. I don’t think it’d bore me though, I’m quite enamoured with the female form.” You’re convinced if you breathed wrong, he’d feel it with how close he was. But he whispers a small ‘ah-hah’, his hand resting on the shelf next to your head as he pulls out a singular book. Wonwoo steps back, placing the book in your trembling hands.

“That’s one book, 3 more to find.”

He continues like that, his body in close proximity to yours the entire time you stand there, unsure of what to do. Wonwoo finds two more of your books, setting them on an empty shelf nearby as he checks his note for the last one. You mentally curse yourself for wearing a sundress to the library because you can feel the back of his hand grazing your thigh when he kneels on the floor next to you, hand placed on the shelf and eyes scanning for the damned book you don’t even care about anymore.

“Hmm, I can’t seem to find this last one. Weird. Maybe someone checked it out already and it got misscanned.”

“Oh, um, that’s fine, this should be g-good. I can check the shelf myself or something!”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping you out back here. I wouldn’t want you to do it alone, you know. Joshua should have already come in for his shift already anyway.” Wonwoo stands back up, his face close to your body as he towers above you. “Don’t you want my help? I don’t really offer it very often.” The suggestive tone in his voice has you clenching around nothing, already embarrassingly wet. You hope to a higher power that he can’t tell but something inside of you already knows that he’s aware of his affect on you.

“O-okay, please… please help me.”

You swear you’ll finish your essay.

Right after Wonwoo finishes getting you off.

He touches you underneath your dress, fingers pressed firmly against the wet patch on your panties as you bite your lip to keep in your moans.

“You’ve only met me today and you’re already this wet for me? You’re such an easy little thing. Do you get this turned on just for anyone or am I doing that much damage to you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but Wonwoo waits patiently; wanting to hear your reply anyway. Under any other circumstances, you’d probably punch a guy that called you easy, but for some reason the way Wonwoo says it has you getting even wetter.

“I, mmh, don’t normally… d-do this I swear.” He has you pressed against the bookshelf, a leg slotted in between yours as he braces his other hand next to your head. Wonwoo’s thumb presses hard against your clit, the fabric of your panties adding extra friction as you grind down onto his hand. “Oh? So I am just that special, huh? Lucky me, I’ve got such a cute girl cumming in the palm of my hand.” He chuckles at his own joke, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose ever so slightly.

Your hands dig into the fabric of his sweater vest, wanting nothing more than to just cum so you can go back to working on your essay and simultaneously dying of embarrassment that you got that turned on from a guy you’d just met a couple hours ago and he made you cum in some back part of the library.

“Wonwoo, can you… touch me harder, I’m really close...” You whisper. He hums, his fingertips grazing the hem of your panties.

“Harder? Or would you want my fingers instead? I wonder how many of them you could take before you’re begging me to just fuck you?” The juxtaposition of his words and his gentle touch is enough to send you over the edge, biting your lip to keep in any sounds that threaten to escape. He lets you ride out your orgasm before his hand is slipping from underneath your dress and he’s pulling away. Your dress slides back down into place, not a hair on your head looking disheveled other than the fact your face is redder than a tomato.

Wonwoo adjusts his glasses, hands immediately smoothing down any wrinkles on his clothes after.

“My shift is almost up here and I need to get to my archeology class afterwards but if you’re ever curious about the male form, I’m a willing subject.” 

[moon-stars01]

-A Song For You-

Woozi x Reader

Author:nari97

Summary:Woozi is having trouble writing a song,but your there to remind him of what he’s capable of.

Pairing:Woozi(Svt) x Reader

Gene:fluff,cute

Rating:General Audiences

Word Count:2431

•A Song For You•

A yawn escaped your lips as you lifted your arm up above your head; your legs stretching out along the length of your sofa as you lazed back against the armrest. Today was a relaxing day, and you were relishing in the peaceful quiet that engulfed your living room as your eyes scanned the words in your favorite book. You had just gotten to the climax of the story – and although you already knew what was going to happen, you found yourself getting lost in the action once again. You were so entranced by the story, in fact, that you failed to notice the other presence that had made its way into the room. It wasn’t until you heard a heavy sigh resounding from the kitchen that you finally tore your gaze from the pages. 

As you sat up and peaked over the top of your sofa, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend hovering over the counter – hands resting on the edge of the cool countertop and his head lazily hanging down. A small smile danced across your lips as you took in the sight, but it soon fell upon realizing how visibly tense he was.

“Woozi” you called; a guilty grin crawling across your features when he slowly lifted his head. Dark circles rested below his eyes, and his hair was a tangled mess – which you could only assume was due to the countless times he had frustratingly ran his fingers through it. A small smile appeared on your boyfriend’s lips when he met your eyes, and you placed your book down on the table next to you before standing up and navigating through your main room. As you made your way over to him, he pushed himself away from the edge of the counter and held his arms out. You willingly let him wrap his arms around your waist as you pulled him into a big hug – your fingers trailing up to play with his disheveled locks. 

“You work too hard,” you mumbled, but he only groaned in response.Woozi had only been home for a few days, and he had spent most of it cooped up in your shared bedroom. He had promised himself that he was going to sit down and write a song, but the task was turning out to be more difficult than he had initially predicted. After another moment, Woozi pulled away from you, and you took that split second to place your hand on the side of his face. A content sigh sounded from your boyfriend as he leaned into your touch – his eyes closing when he felt your thumb started slowly stroking circles along his cheek. He began to hum lowly as his head pressed harder against your palm, but you pulled away all too soon - causing him to pout. 

“Woozie, you’re going to fall asleep standing up,” you giggled. A dopey grin spread across Woozi’s lips as he slowly opened his eyes once again, and you took this moment to poke the end of his nose. His face scrunched up at your action, and you let another giggle slip past your lips.

“You need to rest,” you sighed, “you’re way too tired to do anything – let alone write a song.” Woozi exhaled deeply; his head lolling back to look up at the ceiling.

“If I don’t finish this by the end of the week, I’ll get scolded for it.” His voice was hoarse from not speaking for hours, and you felt a tingle run up your spine at the sound of his sonorous tone. 

“Why don’t you let me help you?” you suggested, but Woozi immediately began shaking his head. He let his head fall forward again to meet your gaze. 

“This is for me to worry about,” he replied, “not you.” His words were stern, but you could clearly hear his resolve fading away. 

“Come on,” you sang, “at least let me give you suggestions. Then you at least have something, right?” Woozi narrowed his eyes at you, causing you to rustle his long, curly locks in return. 

“It’s only Tuesday, baby,” you continued, “stop stressing yourself out too much.” Unfortunately for you, Wozzi was stubborn as a rock, and he refused to budge. He continued to stare at you with the same disapproving look on his face; arms hanging lazily at his sides while he struggled to stay awake. You supposed desperate times called for desperate measures, regardless of how much you hated your plan.

“Oppa,” you cooed suddenly. Woozi's eyes widened slightly at your sudden use of the word, but he was still persistent. Bringing your hands up to cross over your chest, you lightly stomped your feet.

“Let me help you, oppa,” you whined, and you could have sworn you saw Woozi fighting a smile. With every ounce of dignity that you had left, you widened your eyes and jut your bottom lip out into a huge pout, and that was the last thing you needed to do for Woozi to begin beaming from ear to ear.

“Fine,” he chortled, “but only suggestions, alright?” You nodded fervently as you grabbed his hand and led him towards your bedroom; giggles erupting from both of you as you jogged down the hall.

To say writing a song is difficult is an understatement. You and Woozi had spent hours huddled over the small corner desk in your room before he threw his hands in the air - pencil landing on the desk in front of you.

“This is impossible,” he groaned. His hands came up to slide down his face as he sighed heavily. 

“No, it isn’t,” you reassured, “I know you can do this Woozie. Write about what you know.” Woozi glanced over at you with an annoyed look on his face.

“I know a lot, love,” he retorted, “the problem is narrowing it down.” You hummed as he let out another sigh; mind searching for any answer to his predicament. 

“Maybe you just need a new point of view,” you said. Woozi raised a quizzical brow at you, causing you to hold up a finger in response.

“Give me a minute,” you went on, “I’m thinking.” A slight chuckle sounded from Woozi as he watched you rack your brain for answers. 

“A-ha!” you exclaimed after a few silent seconds, causing woozi to nearly fall out of his chair. You shot him an apologetic grin before getting up out of your chair and heading for the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” he called, but you only shushed him in response as you skipped down the hallway. You had an idea, and it had to work.

Once you arrived in the main room of your apartment, you looked around for things that Woozi loved. Anything from music to art to large hoodies were thrown into a basket that you had retrieved from under your couch-side table. With a cup of steamy hot cocoa stacked to the brim with marshmallows and a proud smile on your lips, you headed back to the bedroom.

Woozi looked up from the empty sheet music in front of him when he heard you re-enter the room, and a grin spread enveloped his features at the sight of the hot cocoa in your hand. 

“Now,” you began, “we’re going to talk about what you love.” Woozi looked at you in confusion briefly, but the grin that was there previously reappeared when you handed him the cup of hot cocoa. 

“You always write better when you’re writing about things you love or things you feel,” you stated, “so let’s start with some material items.” You reached into the basket and fished out the large hoodie that you had grabbed from the back of your couch. You extended your hand to take the warm drink from Woozi’s hands – causing him to pout in the process – and then beckoned him to stand up. You stood on your tippy-toes to pull the cozy material over his arms and cover his white t-shirt.

“There,” you smiled, “now you’re comfy.” You reached into the basket once again and pulled out a small picture frame. Inside the frame was a small portrait of you that Woozi had painted, bringing back a plethora of memories. Regardless of Woozi’s protests at the time, you had insisted on getting it framed, and he finally gave in after weeks of begging. 

“Look at how talented and creative you are, Baby,” you beamed. Woozi’s cheeks burned a bright red as he looked at the portrait in your hands.

“I still don’t think it’s that good,” he murmured, but you were quick to shoot him an offended glare.

“I think it’s amazing, and I refuse to have my portrait painted by anyone else other than Vincent Van Gogh’s apprentice himself.” Woozi smiled as he picked up the discarded mug and took another sip of hot cocoa. You placed the portrait down on the desk beside you two and reached back into the basket, knowing that the next item was something you treasured dearly. You carefully pulled out a copy of Seventeen’s album, 'An Ode,' and attached to it was a copy of the lyrics for 'Second life .' 

“Look at this masterpiece,” you sighed, “you worked so hard, and it was worth it. You truly do deserve all of your success, Baby.” Tears began to well in Woozi’s eyes at your words, but it wasn’t until he saw the final item that you had brought that caused them to spill. When you pulled a red envelope out of the basket, Woozi immediately recognized it as the love letter he had written you two years ago. You smiled warmly as you opened the letter, and your heart swelled when you were once again met with the mess of curves and lines that Woozi had written on the page.

“You have such a way with words,” you whispered, “Woozi, I read this every night.” Woozi’s jaw fell agape at your sudden confession - much to your amusement.

“Really?” he asked; voice barely above a whisper. You nodded as you felt tears start to brim your own eyes, and before you could continue to talk about how amazing your boyfriend was, he placed the mug of hot cocoa back down on the desk and pulled you into a huge hug. You heard him choke out a sob as you held him tighter, and you let a few of your own tears spill. 

“I know what I’m going to write about,” Woozi mumbled into your shoulder, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. 

“I’m glad,” you responded. He held you as tight as he could for a brief moment before letting go; a teary giggle slipping past his lips as he brought his hands up to wipe away the access tears on his face. 

“Go back to reading,” he smiled, “I’ll be out soon.” You responded with a small nod before rustling the locks atop of his head once again, and then left him to his work.

Just as he had said, Woozi emerged from the bedroom a few hours later. This time, however, he was carrying a few sheets of staff paper in his hands, and you were overjoyed to notice that there were music notes plastered all over them. Woozi didn’t say a word as he walked up and grabbed your hand, and within a few moments, you two had ended up at the keyboard that sat on the other side of the main room. 

“Sit,” Woozi commanded, and you did as he said; a small laugh escaping you when he tried to organize the sheets along the stand. 

“I took some of the English words that you suggested and put them in so that it would flow better,” he said. You couldn’t help but notice that the tension that rested in his shoulders before had vanished, and he was smiling so wide that you thought his jaw might break. You felt your heart speed up as you watched him try and rearrange his space; your eyes filled with curiosity and wonderment. Soon enough, Woozi sat on the piano bench next to you, and he shot you a small smile before his fingers began to play the first set of chords.

Woozi’s song started off slow, but it eventually evolved into an emotional ballad. By the time he had finished playing it, you couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down your cheeks as you replayed his words over and over in your head. The song told of a boy who loved little things like large hoodies, art, and music, but most of all he loved the girl that reminded him that the little things were always there to remind us of how much we love the bigger things. He had poured his heart and soul into his work, and you could feel the pride radiating off of him. You remained silent as you watched his hands lift off the keyboard, and when you didn’t say anything for a few moments, the expression on woozi’s face turned to one of worry.

“Do you like it?” he asked; voice quiet and nervous. You brought your hands up to wipe away at the tears under your eyes and let out a choked laugh as you looked up at him. 

“I love it,” you responded, “and I love you. So much.” Woozi smiled warmly at you before taking his thumb and stroking way the stray tears that had poured down your cheeks. 

“I love you too,” he whispered. He then leaned in and placed his lips against yours, and you swore that you could feel all the love and passion behind his sudden display of affection. When he broke away, you gazed into his chocolate eyes and placed another longing kiss on his lips, trying to pour every emotion you were feeling into it as you gripped the hem of his hoodie. He smiled at you as he pulled away and wrapped an arm around your waist, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder as he hummed his new song to you. It was moments like these that made you feel like you and woozi were meant to be; coexisting as two souls who refused to be torn apart, and you wouldn't have it any other way. 

[lesbiancarat]

Haha its fine! Im book anon for a reason so take all the time you need! Before I start, I wanna apologize for the possible asks you got about the merch and hybe in general. I didn't intend to cause stress and need to be careful bdjahdsj so slap me with a fish!

Onto the ask! But agreed, I mean before the big kpop boom we saw, this was very common. Build a decent fanbase and then move to Japan or China. (Of course sometimes you see INSTANT movement in other countries but that depends on the company and such but you know what I mean) but since we do have the more global kpop era, we may see more companies do America which isn't a bad thing. It makes sense buisness wise so they will jump on it after debut or something. Thus I don't see it a bad thing for kpop groups to promote in America because hey, if in Korea they do sell western artist music who also tour there, kpop groups can also do the same ya know?

Now onto the hybe comment, I will try not to speak too much on it so I will try to summarize. I think my theory is due with merch from their main artist, they think maybe it could work with svt which maybe could but svt has a different fanbase so throwing on random merch won't make fans really want to buy (not saying some won't which kudos to you! As a fan you are allowed to consume what you please except not be a bad apple about it) so thus like the infamous water bottles which was done for bts, they thought why not do it for svt because bts fans sold it out apparently for a 2nd wave of it being sold again. (Which to this day idk why someone in the hybe team thought this was smart. Like...this is just in bad taste imo) I do wanna agree that it appears that hybe doesn't seem to have a proper art team for svt because while sometimes wild, I do know for their main artist they do have thoughtful merch based around say an album concept I recall. Kf course they will make mistakes i.e. the water bottles. I do wish it can improve because even though it is capitalism, I think fans do want decent merch. We have seen interesting ideas like svt making their own magazine and selling it lol. Of course it is hard to please because some fans want subtle merch ideas while others don't mind the vibrant pastel colors we got or some want wild ideas like svt figurines or something. Overall I hope I didn't drag this too much as I just wanted to respond back to you, I agree with many points you said so yeah cx I say let's also wait as this is barely what, a year or even less of svt being under hybe properly. Especially when hybe had its rebranding and expanding so things are being changed, I know fans are worried about this which is valid but let's not panic just yet. Let's come back in a year to this and see what has improved and what hasn't. (OK but peldis sold the boys rings!? :o since when!? I haven't heard of this actually, when did this happen if I may ask?)

Oof yeah sadly with streaming, many view "oh you don't stream it means you aren't a fan" when isn't the case (which is why I personally don't like when certain companies also do "listening parties" which seems a bit ???) I do remember this popped up big in 2017 but many fans called it out so it quiet down a bit. Like we didn't see it so often where fans were causing problems over it so idk why this returned nor what the cause of it was.

But thank you!! It really was a nice closing chapter, I think when I have personal stuff settled I will try maybe get a new bunny? And oohh congrats on the album! (Note to hybe or pledis. Please make the us store a more common thing, it makes things so much easier! Am happy it was at your place quick so kudos to the us store. Oohh wonderful choices! I think for many fans anyone or heaven's cloud seems to be the popular picks? For me, I may have to say game boi or heaven's cloud as well! Those songs make me just so happy? Like game boy is just so creative with the way it was made. As a video game nerd, it is perfection. I could make an essay about this song lol and heaven's cloud is just...wow. I feel so at ease with the song, comfortable and soothed. Like you are on a cloud lol. Also that is totally fine! Rtl was a grower for me (I blame the mv, it didn't do the song jusitice) but it is a bop and can't stop humming the chorus at random moments. Overall a great summer album. Just imagine any of these songs performed live ndjansns

lol don't feel too bad about it! honestly they weren't that bad + i can always delete asks if i really don't want to answer them, i just always get a bit paranoid that things will get out of hand so i may end up getting more serious in those situations OTL

and yeah i agree! i don't think it's a bad thing for groups to promote in the US, as you said, it's similar to groups expanding their fanbase by promoting in china or Japan or other asian counties, it makes sense from a business standpoint and there's nothing wrong with promoting in different countries. i just wish that some kpop stans understood that western and/or global popularity is a bonus and not a requirement for success. while they do have a global appeal, at the end of the day kpop's main audience is korea, and groups that achieve popularity in Korea have already achieved what they set out to do. but there's unfortunately a decent chunk of international fans that prioritize western popularity over anything and can't fathom that a group can be successful without being popular in the US. or they just talk as if their groups western achievements are more valuable than their Korean ones and to me that starts to look like xenophobia... (sorry if I'm repeating anything i said before in regards to this, i feel like i am but I'm too lazy to go back and check OTL)

since you sent this ask hybe released the caratland merch which was actually really nice, and today they also announced that there will be birthday merch for cheol (and presumably all members from here on out). we don't know what the bday merch is yet but some carats are already a bit miffed that hybe is even thinking to capitalize off the boys' birthdays... i bring both of these up bc i feel like the caratland merch proves your point that hybe is capable of designing good and thoughtful merch, and honestly this does reassure me a bit. but on the other hand them trying to capitalize off the boys' birthdays also proves that they still don't fully understand carats wants and priorities as a fanbase. which, if the future of seventeens merch is gonna be quality merch with some shitty cash grabs in between, i can live with that. I'm not gonna like the shitty cash grabs and i think it would be in our best interest as a fandom to not go crazy buying those shitty cash grabs, because if we don't then hybe will hopefully stop wasting their time and put more effort into /quality/. but if we get quality merch for important events like concerts and fanmeetings, i can live with it. as you said too, it can take time for these things to change, and we should all recognize that. but at the same time merch specifically is market driven, so i don't think it's a bad thing if people like @ hybe on twt about any bad merch that comes out in order to drive that change dhfkfj

but also on a maybe more fun note in regards to the merch... with some carats being upset about the bday merch i was thinking about what hybe could do for merch instead that would fill the niche of being at intervals throughout the year that could still be limited time drops but that carats wouldn't be mad at them capitalizing on and then i was like duh! they could literally just make merch off of going seventeen! honestly I'm surprised they haven't yet. maybe not merch for every episode, but they could have a line of permanent gose merch w a basic logo or something and then release limited time merch themed around some of the more popular episodes at various points during the year. I'm actually kind of obsessed with this idea now and for once I'm like hybe/pledis please capitalize off of this!! dhfkgjg

they never actually sold them, but for seventeens 3rd anniversary, pledis planned to sell replicas of seventeens rings. after it was announced carats were understandably upset since the boys worked so hard for those. luckily pledis heard carats concerns and put out an apology and didn't manufacture them in the end. I'm glad that at least they listened to carats even though it would have been better if they had never considered the idea in the first place :(

oh yeah listening parties are definitely just another marketing technique to boost streams. i think like with a lot of marketing techniques, it just depends on the execution. imo if they're done well it can be a good way for fans to connect while listening to an artists music, which is mutually beneficial for the company, but i can totally see a situation where companies get greedy and push it too hard. i don't know anything about what happened with them back in the day, but if you're curious why SVT had listening parties leading up to your choice, they were set up by UMG, the American distributor that SVT worked with for this cb. in this case the listening parties weren't just for boosting streams, but also likely for UMG to gauge interest. SVT isn't officially signed to a US label yet, but UMG's data from the listening parties could be used to show US labels whether or not there's enough interest for them to be signed. which if that happens we'd almost definitely see a more permanent US shop!

ahh yes, once you're ready I'm sure it would be great to have another bunny companion 🥺

yes! heavens cloud and gam3 bo1 are both such feel good songs! my sister actually added heavens cloud to their Spotify after i made them listen to the album in the car dhfkf it's now one of 6 kpop songs they have saved (4 of which are SVT... my influence 💅 DHFJFH) I'm certain we'll see some of the songs from your choice at caratland this year, hopefully it's all of them but I'd especially like to see heavens cloud and wave 👀 I'm also still crossing my fingers for an i wish live performance bc i can't believe my favorite SVT b-side is one of the TWO tracks they haven't performed live not including the new album (the other one being network love, which i would also like to see live!)

[97-liners]

HAHSHAJ heya it's Sol! If you don't mind I'll stay on anon for just a lil longer, nothing to do with you personally (I've been following your blog for awhile and you're lovely!!!) but honestly I just get irrationally nervous about being perceived online 😅 The anxiety will relax over time tho so pls give me a lil bit and I'll get out of my head funk eventually, and off anon! Talking with you is really fun!!! 🥰

HAHA okay about the Carat thing 😂 I was actually suuuper into SEVENTEEN's music when they first debuted, and went to their high touch event/showcase in 2017 when they visited my country! It passed by in such a blur that all I remember is that I made a goddamn fool outta myself in front of Dokyeom cos his megawatt smile all up in my face was just so unexpectedly overwhelming that I yelled out "BAM" and whapped his palm out of sheer panic HAHA 🤠 Knew their names, but at the time there wasn't as much content out variety-wise and over the years I kinda drifted away. More of a casual fan now, so I don't really feel like I'm deep enough to call myself a legit carat (yet?)! Also I just really like your writing style and voice, so at this point I'll give anyone you write a go because I know I'll enjoy the ride regardless 🥰

But

Um

Jackie

Did you just say,

Thick thighs????????

Asking for a friend, who is certainly not me HAHAHA

Real talk though lmao dear lord you make the best case for beautiful man inside and out choi seungcheol 😭😭😭😭 I'm so, so impressed by the stories of his leadership and by the way people talk about it!? 'Attending every single meeting pledis meeting about svt so they don't get mismanaged' PLS MY HEART 😫💕 (oh after school :'((() That's a good, caring, responsible and caring man right there, everyone needs someone like him in their lives ugh ✊GOOD GOD, AND HE'S A NATURAL CUTIE????? WITH STRONG ARMS AND STRONG THIGHS?!?!;?! A BUILD A HOME FROM SCRATCH KINDA BODY?????? A MAN WHO IS THOUGHTFUL, AND GIVES OFF 'PROTECT ME' VIBES AS MUCH AS HE DOES 'I CAN PROTECT YOU' ONES!?! PLEASE I need to sit down... I'm already sitting down but I need to sit down harder

You make a very convincing argument 🤧 Seungcheol seksi wormhole here we come eheh ⛷️

bro!! you met seventeen?!?!??

ok ngl. until november 2021 (yeah two months ago), i didn't know anything about seventeen and i will admit that i thought they had 17 members (a reasonable assumption for someone who didn't know anything about svt!!). i think they first came on my radar in 2017 when they dropped don't wanna cry, and i listened to that song on repeat over and over and over again and tried to learn the choreography. i think I always knew that they made bops? like i listened to clap when it came out because it was an iconic bop. i liked left and right because it's also an iconic bop. i listened to rock with you because it's also a bop.

i only really got into svt because i started watching going seventeen in november after seeing a gifset of them playing shout in silence in the tribal games episode. more specifically, hoshi being completely terrible at shout in silence made me watch the episode, and one thing led to another....

before i got into svt, i really only could recognize woozi by sight (because he's smoll and cute, or that's what i thought before i learned the members). i knew of jun, because he's a living meme in chinese kpop fandoms and also because nct china-line talk about him all the time, and shortly before i started watching gose, i was obsessed with minghao, because he's exactly my type.

anyways all this to say: if anyone's a fake carat, it's me LMAO

i completely did not expect to become so obsessed with seungcheol but it just sort of happened!!! like ngl, i didn't even think he was one of the more attractive members at first. but he's got an insane body and huge thighs and arms. like, the boy is THICK. and i've always been bothered by kpop-buff guys like johnny who are actually really skinny and look like they'd snap like a twig if they tried to lift a really heavy object, but seungcheol looks STRONG. and then it spiraled from there!! he's so cute!! his laugh is an instant serotonin boost! i want to protect him but i also want him to protect me!!!!!!

anyways sorry for writing a literal ESSAY lfajslkfdjslkdfjl

[kpoppwriter]

The Weight Of A Crown pt.2

Genre: fluff w/ a little angst

Words: 1.3k+

Warnings: a little sad at the end but that’s it really

a/n: fuck who let me fall in love with thirteen men I’ve been sucked in h e l p I’m waiting to get paid so I can buy more svt and ptg albums lmao 

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | epilogue 

The sun peeked through the white sheer curtains of your bedroom. You shifted slightly under the heavy covers of your bed. You wanted to bury yourself deep into the softness of the bed beneath you for hours. You never wanted to leave. But you knew you had a country to run and errands to do. You groaned loudly as you pulled yourself up into a sitting position on your bed. 

You looked around your room. You still weren’t used to your new room. It was decorated so elegantly which was so different from your old bedroom. You stared at the beautiful artwork on the wallpaper covered walls. A knock on your bedroom door pulled you from your daze. 

“It’s time to wake up, Your Highness.”

You cringed slightly. You weren’t quite used to the titles you were called even though you had been on the throne for about two weeks now. You’ve accepted the fact that people would only refer to you as one of the many titles you now had unless they were given express permission to call you something else. You may not 100% like it but you had to accept it- that was just the way things worked.

You replied with an ‘I’m up’ and dragged yourself out of bed. You threw a robe over your pajamas, not bothering to get dressed yet. You probably had to meet with some noble people or some political advisors so you’d need to be properly dressed up for that. 

You exited your room and walked down the long confusing hallways of your new home. You were kind of getting a hang of where everything was. You knew where the most important places were so that’s all that mattered. 

You finally made it to the dining room where your breakfast was already prepared for you and placed on the long table. Your advisor Minah was waiting for you, your daily tasks in hand. She let you sit down and begin eating before spouting off all the things you had planned for the day. 

“Today is a rather relaxed day,” she said looking over her planner, “You just have your lessons and there’s a guest coming who’s been asking to meet with you for a while. That’s around noon so if you’d like, we can have lunch ready for the two of you.” 

“That sounds great.”

You tried not to sound too dismissive of her words but you honestly just wanted to enjoy your morning meal in peace. Minah was smart enough to recognize this so she let you be. It’s only been a few weeks but she was starting to understand how you worked and you, her. She went about her business as you finished up your breakfast. You were swiftly ushered off to your dressing room to get ready for the day. 

~

Noon rolled around rather fast and you were glad, to be honest. All your studying and lessons really gave you an appetite. You were hungry and just wanted to eat. Minah had informed you that due to the nice weather, lunch would be held outside in the courtyard. 

You’d only been out in the courtyard once but you had just passed through and not actually looked around. Being in the beautiful outdoor area now really was breathtaking. Brightly colored flowers lined stone walkways leading to a small area in the middle of everything. There was a small table just big enough for maybe 4 people. There were food and plates already set up on the table. You really wanted to sit down and start eating but your etiquette teacher would’ve killed you if she had heard you did that. You instead took this time to wander around the courtyard, admiring the flowers and plants that covered every inch of grass. 

“I was pleasantly surprised when I heard we’d be eating outside, Your Highness.”

You turned around at the sound of the voice, a small smile spreading on your face when you realized who was there.

“It was such a nice day that I was going to invite you on a walk anyway so this is killing two birds with one stone.”

“Ahh, Prince Mingyu,” you bowed respectfully

“Oh we’re using titles now?” he laughed

“You started it!” you smiled, “Plus there’d be some talk if I wasn’t talking like a queen should.”

Your eyes flicked over to the servants finishing up the preparations for lunch as well as Minah, who stood watching over everything. You could tell she was watching you closely despite how she pretended to be more concerned with the lunch preparations. Mingyu followed your gaze over to a now flustered Minah, caught spying on the two of you. He chuckled to himself, used to people spying and eavesdropping on conversations he was in. He turned back to you and extended a hand towards you.

“Shall we go eat, Your Majesty?”

You rolled your eyes as you placed your hand on his. 

“Lead the way, Prince Mingyu.”

~

You and Mingyu enjoyed your lunch together. You spent most of it laughing and joking around. Even though it could ruin both of your images, you were too enthralled with your conversation with Mingyu. Eventually, he had to leave though, he had his own things to take care of in his kingdom. 

“It was a pleasure to spend the afternoon with you,” you smiled

“I had fun getting to talk to you properly,” he agreed

You hummed in response. You could tell Mingyu was hesitating like he wanted to say something but just couldn’t bring himself to say it. After a brief pause, he bid goodbye, bowing politely as he left the courtyard. You waited until he was out of sight to breathe out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding. You heard someone calling for you, along with the sound of fast footsteps coming closer to you. 

“Minah, have you been out here the whole time?” you asked in disbelief

“Of course! The queen can’t be left alone with another man! Let alone another noble!” she said looking at you rather frazzled

“Well, that seems a little silly,” you grumbled

Minah ushered you out of the courtyard and back inside. She escorted you to the library so you could continue your studies. She sat with you for a while as you began your reading. 

“Where is Prince Mingyu’s kingdom located?” you asked

“Your Highness-”

“I’m just curious,” you pouted

“Prince Mingyu’s kingdom, The kingdom of the 13 brothers, is located south of here. Just about an hour away.” she sighed, complying to your wishes

“Thank you, Minah.”

You returned to your book. After a moment Minah gently called to you. You looked up and noticed the concerned expression on her face.

“Don’t get involved with Prince Mingyu.”

“What, why?” you questioned

“He has a reputation of being a flirt with nobles.”

“So what? That doesn’t mean anything to me,” you defended

“It will when he takes the crown from you.”

“What-”

“He’s a prince that won’t be king. He’s one of the youngest of 13 brothers. There’s a very slim chance he’ll be king of his own kingdom. He could be using you to gain power. To gain a crown.”

Her words cut deep into your heart. You didn’t know Mingyu too well so she could very well be right. Your mind raced as you replayed every conversation you had with him. You sighed, defeated. 

“I’m sorry Your Majesty but for your safety and for the safety of your kingdom, you need to be wary of everyone.”

Minah left you in the library alone to think things over. You really wished she hadn’t said anything but you were glad she did. You can’t be oblivious to anything now. You were a queen and you needed to protect your people, regardless of your feelings. 

[hongnanglen-arina]

See You On Monday | SVT Interactive AU

03: Listen to Seungcheol

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Warnings: mentions of blood. but just a little Words: 1.983 A/N: Hey there! Here’s the third chapter of my little experiment. At the end of each chapter you have to decide for the next move (please leave a comment on the chapter’s post/reblog with your decision or send an ask to vote) Each week you have 3 days for making a decision until the next chapter comes out on Sunday. I hope you will like it… and as always, please remember that English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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Mingyu seems unstoppable. He licks his lips while studying his fries from every angle. Some of the others are trying to decide what food they want to try first as well but some aren’t moving at all. Understandable. The food wasn’t included in the price, yet everything was prepared for the group of you. The building had no second floor, yet you walked up the stairs to find this huge dining room. Also… the boys know they aren’t alone at some sort. 

“I will eat well!” With these words, Mingyu starts eating his fries and immediately fills the room with satisfied noises. “Ohmgah.. beddr dhen hmagdonns!”

“What did he say?”

“Oh my god. Better than McDonald’s.”

“Thanks Vernon.”

Seeing how happy their friend enjoys the food, the sceptic expression on the others faces changes. Some are still restraining themselves, some take their own silverware or chopsticks to get their choice of dish. You sit down on the empty seat and watch them eat. Of course you can’t take a bite and although you feel hungry, you know it’s only because of the sight in front of you. Also the smell is wonderful. No restaurant experience can compare to this moment. Props to the game team. They did a really good job in making people hungry. Scoffing, you turn your head to the side. Jeonghan refills his glass of water for the second time already, looking at the boy in front of him.

“You’re not gonna eat, Woozi?”

“Nah.. what about you?”

“Nah. Hungry but something’s super off.”

“Same.”

“Oh stop it and join us! These Tteokbokki are perfect!” Jun has some sauce on his lips as he shoves more into his mouth.

“Try this Pizza!”

“H-hey… I think you should stop… I have a bad feeling about this. Don’t you think that something’s suspicious? Like… what the heck is going on?? I’m hungry myself but-“

The sound of a fork on the white marble floor interrupts Seungcheol’s speech and everyone turns their heads to the source of noise, Mingyu, who has his mouth slightly open, brows furrowed, seemingly searching for words.

“What’s wrong?”

“I….”

Hoshi has a slice of Pizza in his hand and stops just in front of his mouth. “Y-your nose..”

Hearing Hoshi’s words, Mingyu lifts his arm and brushes the back of his hand over his nostrils. A thin layer of dark red fluid can be seen on it when he lowers his hand, all eyes on him. “I… I feel sick…” He grabs his glass of water and chunks it down in one row, the other hand is pressing tightly down his stomach, his upper body slightly bend forward over the table.

“H-hey what’s wrong with you-“

A glass shatters on the floor, now everyone is looking at Seokmin who is coughing and clutching his shirt as well.

Seungcheol jumps off his chair, taking the food out of everyone’s hands as fast as possible. “I told you, it was a bad idea!”

5 other boys start groaning. Dino, Joshua, Jun, Wonwoo and Vernon. The remaining boys are trying to assist them as best as possible. “What’s wrong with the food? Is it poisoned??”

“God, my stomach hurts!”

“The water’s fine I guess, drink!”

“Are we gonna die?”

“No Dino!”

Total chaos. You’re not sure what to do. If it’s really poison, how can you solve this problem? Maybe there has to be a riddle so you can get a reward which is helping them?

Suddenly the light goes off and it’s completely dark. You’re not able to see your own hand. It wouldn’t scare you as much if you could hear the group of boys with you but it’s silent. Did you fail? Is the game over?

“How do you feel? I really hoped they would have listened to.. who was it? Seungcheol? They must be very hungry that most of them don’t think twice. Not everything that seems good, is actually good. People. Things. Food. Just everything. It’s not bad to use your head from time to time.” The voice laughs out loud that you flinch at the volume. You recognize the voice. It’s the same from the beginning. The narrator. 

“W-was it poison?” You dare to ask and his laughter dies down slowly until it’s quiet again. He inhales and exhales before answering your question.

“Yes.”

After hearing his reply, you instantly step forward, still scared in the darkness. “How can I help them??”

“The question is… do you want to help them or do you want to watch what happens? Sometimes you have to go through hell to learn and become stronger, don’t you think?”

“B-but…. isn’t my job to… stay alive? I thought this applies to everyone??”

The mans scoffs. “Too many questions. Let me tell you something. It’s up to you how this will end. Every decision, every move is connected to a different outcome of the story. They may die, they may survive. They may be unhappy, they may be happy. It depends on you - you alone. But don’t ever forget my words. Don’t start a deeper bond.”

You sigh. “I know. It’s a game, so don’t worry.” Everything felt real and you even experienced fear and worry despite the fact that you know that everything was just a game. Damn those VR glasses.

“Good. Well, there’s a dark grey box in the basement. 14 pills. If you decide to do something and make it in time…” Your ears perk up at his explanation, waiting for him to continue but he doesn’t end his sentence, leaving you puzzled. 

“What then??” You turn around in the darkness, the silence that is surrounding you leaves a heavy feeling. “Will those pills help? Or is it another trap??”

“Hahaha… you really think I’m a bad person? I’m trying to help!” His voice is difficult to read in the darkness but you think that he’s just teasing you. His role is the narrator so he has to be neutral… or not?” “Believe me, they will help. That’s the only thing I am going to tell you. The exact location is your job. There isn’t much time left.”

Once his last word was spoken, the light is back on and you find yourself seated at the huge table again. Back in the middle of the chaos. Mingyu’s nose is still bleeding, Woozi was assisting Dino on the floor who was holding a napkin in front of his mouth. It was red as well.

Worried and pained words are mixed, obvious panic in their voices. 

I have to get those pills! Getting up, you run to the door and open it, not looking back at the boys when you rush to the stairs. You have seen enough. And if you can’t find that box, they will… “die…” you whisper as your steps slow down. Swallowing, you turn around and back to the direction you come from. No. Even if it’s just a stupid game, you have to help!

You make your way down the stairs, through the dark hallways and more stairs until you arrive in the basement. Without a second thought, you snort. This wasn’t as dark as when that narrator talked to you. So of course you will find the pills! There are 6 rooms in total. The first has only a dusty rack for clothes. The next 3 are empty. You enter the fifth room. A little light hanging down the ceiling helps you to see better through the stuff. The bags are empty, the books old and dusty. Smelly linen neatly fold in a big cabinet. 

You are closing a drawer when you hear a soft knock on the door. Looking back to the door you notice Hoshi. His grip around the door frame while his eyes look directly into yours as if he can see you in the little room. He clears his throat. “Uhm… hi. I.. I’m sure you are looking for something to.. help my friends, right? You know, I saw you rush through the door and when I followed you, I could see where you were going because the plants moved a bit and uhm you opened doors. I really wanna be of help. Can I be your assistant, mister ghost? You… you really have to help my friends. I’m very worried…”

You let your shoulders fall. For them it wasn’t a game. His friends are sick and no one knows the reason. Since at least two of them are bleeding, it has to be serious.

Hoshi makes his way to you, stopping in front of you and the cabinet. He pushed his hand into his pocket and gets his phone. While unlocking it, he talks again. “I figured, we can’t communicate and I don’t have that board with those letters and so on.. so… uhm, take my phone and answer? Well, if you can write….”

He hands you the phone, his eyes now roaming over the cabinet, through you and over to the other things in the room. No he can’t see you. Not sure if he can hear you, you wipe your hands clean on your jeans and carefully take the phone out of his hands, causing him to gasp. You study his face for a couple of seconds before starting to type. Moving his position, Hoshi stands beside you to get a better look at the screen. 

“I’m taller than you.” You look up from the phone to see him smile down at the phone in your hands. Blinking, you quickly continue typing, ignoring the soft blush on your cheeks.

- I’m here to help. I need to find a grey box. It will help your friends.

The blonde boy reads your text and nods. But before he can say anything, you add a little bit more.

- I’m not a mister.

“Oh…. so is it missus ghost?”

You aren’t sure why you two are talking about this topic when there was a serious problem on the second floor but you needed to clarify this first. You don’t know why.

- Miss.

His mouth makes an ‘o’ shape and now it was his time to blush. 

You remind yourself that there was a reason you ran down to the basement.

- Let’s look for the box. We have to hurry.

He nods again and starts opening the bags you went through already. There’s not much time left. He could go and see if it’s in the last room instead of going through the same things twice. You hold his phone in front of his face, making him stop.

- Go to the last room on the right. I’m nearly done with this room.

“Oh, okay! Will do, miss ghost!” With this said, he hurries out of the room but you haven’t turned around to the drawers again when he reappears in the door. You almost said ‘why’ out loud but he walks over to you and takes back his phone, giving you an apologetic smile. “There… is no light. I need my phone.”

Because there was a source of light in your room, you watch him leave with the device. “Will report asap if I find it!”

Normally you would have said something but now was not the time. There was no box in the other drawers and you groan in frustration. Only a bin in the corner of the room is left so you go there and take off the lid. Sadly the bin is attached to the wall and you aren’t able to look inside. Is it empty as well or is the dark grey box at the bottom? You don’t know when Hoshi is done with the other room. You don’t have his phone anymore to use it as a flashlight.

The time is ticking.

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅

What are you going to do?

Insert your hand into the dark bin OR wait for Hoshi?

You can decide.

[2getherweek]

2GETHERWEEK MASTERPOST✨

Once again, a very big thank you to all of you who participated in this week and made it amazing with your incredible creations! And of course, a big thank you to those who supported the artists, because you are equally important❤️ In this post you can find links to all things created for this event! If any of your works is missing from this list or you want us to change something, please let us know.

Everyone, I present you, 2getherweek’s masterpost!🌈

Day 1: flowers | festival | song inspired

FANFIC

For love is just in Tine by @eternal-fandom-life

[festival, sarawatine] Tine is confused, Sarawat is pining and everyone else just wants to go home.

Intro: Flowering by @flamevbirdv

[flowers, sarawatine] A bodyguard au. In which Sarawat’s a very famous singer and Tine’s a glorified babysitter. Oh, and they are in love.

i love you by @svt-district

[flowers, sarawatine] Tine has a hard time saying those three little words, so he turns to flowers.

365 flowers by @zeskiyo

[flowers, sarawatine] Tine has never received flowers in his life. Ever. But when he starts getting them daily, for months, will his plan to find out his secret admirer's identity work out?

kiss me to let the whole world see (that there’s nobody else for me) by @cu-tine

[festival, flowers and song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawat knows that Tine’s been working himself down to the bone. Well, good thing that there’s a festival nearby.

He pulls away, looking at Tine in fondness and affection, pressing his forehead against his. “Tine. Please?” His tone was desperate, but it was also laced with concern and anxiety. “Just this once?”

A beat passed and Sarawat was about to ask again before Tine tightens his grip around him, cuddling closer to his chest. “... okay.”

you by @sara-wat

[festival and date, earnpear] Basically, Earn and Pear being cute and going to a festival together.

it’s you by @brghtwn

[song inspired, sarawatine] One look at him and Sarawat knows. This? This is more.

FANART

fanart by @aerialbolditalic

[flowers, sarawatine] Tine, the sunflower child and Sarawat, the boy on fire.

fanart by @nerd-squash

[flowers and lost, sarawatine] Wat & Tine on a meadow picnic date.

fanart by @zattez

[song inspired, sarawatine] What if Tine photo bombed Wat’s pic in the Scrubb concert before he bumped into Wat later with his over excitement?

And the photo had been Wat’s lock screen until one year later before finally meeting Tine for real.

fanart by @hourtohournotetonote118 [flowers, sarawatine]

GIFSET 

gifset by @pining-sarawat

[festival, milphukong] AU in which phukong falls in love with the lead singer of the rhytm. when he brings him food, mil recognizes him and asks him out.

gifset by @teepakorns [song inspired, sarawatine]

gifset by @kuwentista

[song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawat & Tine: Memo by Years & Years.

gifset by @ficklefackle

[song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawatine’s love story + scrubb songs as the soundtrack.

gif by @lovetine [flowers, earnpear]

2gether girls as flowers by @torfight

gifset by @sara-wat

[song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawat and sweet tooth by cavetown.

gifset by @brghtwn

[song inspired, sarawatine] One look at him and Sarawat knows. This? This is more.

gifset by @saifahzonn

[song inspired, sarawatine] …and if you listen to a Scrubb song when you are in love…

EDIT

2Gether in Flowers by @kuraioshiro

Day 2: stars | love letter | lost

FANFIC

here i am lifting up my heart (to the one who holds the stars) by @cu-tine

[stars, love letter and lost, sarawatine]

5 things Tine loves, 5 wishes Sarawat wants to come true, and 1 time they both said what they truly feel out loud.

Tine wants to know, wants to know so bad why Sarawat never hesitates when it comes to him. He wants to know why he’s choosing to be with Tine even when he can do literally anything else with all his talents.

Why? Why?

Sarawat looks back at him, the stars reflecting in his beautiful irises, taking Tine’s breath away at the sight of them. He smiles, a soft and small one, lifting his hand to put it on Tine’s cheek, a wave of electricity erupting throughout his skin from the touch. “Because I love you.”

Lost by @samcedeswannabe [lost, sarawatine]

do better by @blueskycafe

[lost, milphukong] "The day it all comes to a head, it’s closer to night than day and it’s supposed to rain soon."

FANART

Four times Tine lost in Wat’s eyes by @zattez

GIFSET 

gifset by @pining-sarawat [stars, earnpear]

gifset by @lovetine

[lost, fongchat] In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. but i am already lost, i will look for someone to find myself in. In which chat and fong have been in love with their respective best friends for so long, but are willing to let them go just so they can see them be happy. in their lost souls, they find each other by chance.

2Gether & Lost by @kuraioshiro

gifset by @kuwentista [love letter, sarawatine]

gifset by @transking [lost, sarawatine]

gifset by @torfight [stars, mantype]

gifset by @saifahzonn [stars, sarawatine]

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings [stars, sarawatine]

PLAYLIST

🎶 let this playlist guide you home🎶 by @pastel-butnotreally-angel

love letter by @sara-wat

Day 3: soulmates | rain | coffee shop

FANFIC

Trivia: Your name by @flamevbirdv

[soulmates, sarawatine] Sarawat and Tine are soulmates, or at least, Tine is Sarawat’s.

the chaser by @torfight

[soulmates, mantype]

Man loves his soulmate mark. It’s in the neatest handwriting he has ever seen, so tidy and precise that it looks like it’s been typed out. His owner must be a reliable responsible person, which is exactly what Man thinks he needs in his life, because he’s the opposite.

Type doesn’t like his soulmate mark. It’s messy and it looks weird scribbled on his right hip. Worst of all, it’s so generic. No, krub? He has already heard it thousands of times in his life, and he’ll probably have to hear it as many times before he actually finds the one.

my eyes will always return to you by @sara-wat

[coffee shop, sarawatine]

Tine and Sarawat like studying at the same coffee shop. They keep pinning after each other, but then one day there is only one table (ohmygod there was only one table).

The Bond by @samcedeswannabe

[soulmates, sarawatine]

Soul mate AU where soul mates can hear whatever music your soul mate listens to and you’re forced to sing whatever song your soul mate is singing.

in a hundred lifetimes and any version of reality (i’d find you and i’d choose you)  by @cu-tine

[soulmates, sarawatine]

Sarawat and Tine are soulmates. They love each other in every reality they live on. They’re meant to be with one another.

But why is it so hard for them to be together?

mango smoothie by @blueskycafe

[coffee shop, earnpear] Pear doesn’t drink coffee.

FANART

fanart by @zattez

[rain, sarawatine] Ghibli redraw.

coffee shop date by @nerd-squash

fanart by @yansqing

[soulmates, sarawatine]

GIFSET

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings [rain, sarawatine]

Sarawat & music by @kuwentista

[soulmates] “You don’t need to understand music. You just need to feel it.”

gifset by @brightwin [soulmates, sarawatine]

gifset by @ramcatcher [soulmates, sarawatine]

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings

[soulmates, sarawatine] Two people connected by the red thread of fate are soulmates.

gifset by @transking

[soulmates, manboss]

“Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can’t understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?” ― Nancy Garden, Annie on My Mind

Americano and Blue Hawaii by @saifahzonn

gifset by @svt-district

[coffee shop, mantype] Aren’t you gonna ask how I know that you’re here?

There’s only one coffee shop near my workplace, it’s not hard to find for someone so nosy.

EDIT

moodboard by @watttine

[rain/coffee shop, sarawatine]

Sarawat is a barista at a coffee shop near his University. On a particularly dull day, a boy rushes through the door of the coffee shop, seeking shelter from the rain. With his sweet smiles and bright eyes, he warms Sarawat’s heart.

Day 4: hands | family | apologies

FANFIC

i finally found where i feel i belong (and i know you’ll be there with wide open arms) by @cu-tine

[hands, sarawatine] Tine never did liked his hands, or understood the concept of family, but thank god he has his friends to help him with that.

“Why are you always so stubborn?!” Sarawat screams back, a threatening scowl on his face. “Listen to me, for once!”

“I always do!” Tine snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. “But you never listen to me! Can you please, for once, just stop being your oblivious self and accept what I’m saying?!”

words unsaid haunt our minds by @sara-wat

[apologies, milphukong] It was about time Mil apologized to Phukong for a couple of things.

speak out or get out by @blueskycafe

[apologies, dimgreen] Dim has never been the greatest at communicating.

gone fishing by @blueskycafe

[family, earnpear] Earn is gay. She’s sure now, more than she has ever been, and the proof comes in the form of a beautiful girl named Pear.

GIFSET

gifset by @torfight [family]

Sarawat & Tine + Guitars by @kuwentista [hands]

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings [apologies, sarawatine]

Day 5: beach | sleepy cuddles | date

FANFIC

White as Milk by @samcedeswannabe

[beach/date, mantype] Humans start out at birth with milk white blood. The more crimes they commit. The darker their blood becomes.

Trivia: Fantasy by @flamevbirdv

[date, sarawatine] A fake married AU. Sarawat and Tine act as a couple in national television.

routine by @torfight [sleepy cuddles, mantype]

running start by @blueskycafe

[beach, Phukong & Fong] Fong is looking forward to getting out of the city.

FANART

fanart by @sara-wat [sleepy cuddles, sarawatine]

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista

[sleepy cuddles, sarawatine] “don’t be afraid you will fall because i’m going to hug you like this all night.”

EDIT

moodboard by @watttine [beach/date, earnpear]

Day 6: tattoo | fairytale | promise

FANFIC

Dressing up by @blueskycafe

[promise, manboss] “You can still come,” Man reminds him. “All it takes is a text to Mom and she’ll set another place.”

true love’s kiss by @salaleo

[fairytale, sarawatine] It’s laughable, really, how Tine’s life had inexplicably evolved into a Disney movie after meeting Sarawat. What next? Maybe he’ll make conversation with that bird perched on the windowsill.

Alternatively: Tine reconciles his (and Sarawat’s) romantic endeavours with reality by making fairy tale references, because at this point, he’s not so sure he’s not the reincarnation of fucking Cinderella anymore.

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista [tattoo, bright]

gifset by @saifahzonn

[fairytale, sarawatine] ...as the same way he found his princess, the other one find his love and happiness in a little nuisance.

Day 7: “you don’t really mean that” | “ why didn’t you tell me?” | “ you love me as if I deserve you”

FANFIC

just say that you’ll always be there (and so will i) by @cu-tine

["You don't really mean that" / "Why didn't you tell me?" / "You love me as if I deserve you", sarawatine]

5 times their friends snooped in on Sarawat and Tine, and 1 time they finally left them alone.

“Seriously, Wat?! I am so disappointed in you!” He hears Tine’s voice exclaim. Man stiffens, not used to the harsh edge of Tine’s tone. When the words sunk into his brain, he immediately turned his head to where the voice came from, ready to defend Sarawat for whatever Tine is angry at him for.

The remark dies on his tongue when he sees the scene in front of him; Tine was kneeling on the grass, still in his cheerleader getup, a first aid kit right beside him. Sarawat was sitting on a bench in front of him, otherwise looking exhausted and beat but also... smiling. Not quite evident, but it was still a pretty small upturn of his lips that was directed at Tine.

all-nighters by @blueskycafe

["Why didn't you tell me?", phukong/fong]

Fong is rubbing tiredly at his eyes, his white, over-sized sweater and hair rumpled from sleeping. He looks incredibly fragile, like he should be tucked beneath heavy blankets and have his forehead kissed. (Not that Phukong would do that, because that would be weird and friends don’t usually do that.)

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista

[“You don’t really mean that”, sarawatine] “Do you want to try? Try to get to know each other? You don’t have to like me very much. Just keep your heart open for me. I really mean it.”

Day 8: free choice

FANFIC

come on and dance with me baby by @cu-tine   

Sarawat really didn’t want to go to this party, but he’s so glad he did.

Sarawat furrows his brows when something more... pleasant, fills his nose. Vanilla, he thought idly, the scent calming his tense nerves, not that overpowering but just right to make Sarawat’s head go dizzy from it. The guy smells like vanilla.

The guy immediately steps away from him, and oh gosh everything felt like a movie from the way the guy’s head turned to look at him, in slow motion, his hair flying to the side along with his head. Sarawat feels all breath leave his lungs when he was met with the most gorgeous boy ever.

FANART

animated video (with a tik tok audio) by @nerd-squash

fanart by @so-na-gi [sarawatine]

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista

My Boy Sarawat Going Through Various Emotions AKA He’s Done With Everyone and Everything.

gifset/playlist by @holden-caulfieldlings [sarawatine]

[qvestchen]

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Summary: It was really laughable. The idea that Jeon Wonwoo had a nemesis. And yet there it was. The clear proof that all his life, like a nagging dull ache, Kwon Soonyoung had stepped all over his plans without ever really acknowledging him.

And maybe it was wrong for Wonwoo to seek him out but all he wanted was answers at first. He had never imagined they would stand opposite each other, fingers on triggers, his death in his nemesis’s hands and vice-versa.

Author: qvestchen

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: Home, Previous, Next.

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Chapter 5: You can just date me

Avoidance.

Soonyoung had woken up at the medical center to find the Dean, Mr. Lee Yu Jin, waiting for him. 

“Ah, Kwon Soonyoung, is it? You had us all worried for a bit there, my boy,” Mr. Lee said, his smile not really warm.

Soonyoung tried sitting up and felt a drip attached to his hand pinch slightly.

“Oh, no need to greet me. Take rest. The nurse told me you’re exhausted. The second student from drama club to end up here in the past couple of days I have been told. As President, you should really tone the drama club activities down a bit. We don’t want our rising club to fail because of overwork, right, my boy?”

Soonyoung nodded slowly, not really understanding why the Dean was here at all.

“You all should have fun too. Rest, have fun, study, and so on. I must say, I would appreciate it if you don’t party at my house in the future.” Mr. Lee laughed, seeing Soonyoung’s panic at the revelation. “Don’t worry. I know my son, Chan, hosted the party. He doesn’t listen to his father at all.” He got up and handed Soonyoung his card. “Let me know if there is anything you need. I feel responsible for what happened on Chan’s behalf.”

“It’s no problem. He wasn’t involved,” Soonyoung said.

Mr. Lee muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “It would do him well to not get involved, for once.”

Soonyoung’s curiosity was piqued but he didn’t ask further. 

Avoidance.

His friends asked him all sorts of questions. He chose to laugh it out.

“Really, I have no memory of what happened after entering the party. I had taken a shot of some weird tasting drink from Jihoon earlier so that must be it.” He laughed. “I really shouldn’t trust Jihoon’s wine cabinet from now on.”

Jihoon made a move as if to choke him. “Hey, my wine cabinet is exquisite, okay?”

Seungcheol laughed. “Didn’t you buy it off someone’s garage sale? It must have lots of expired items in it.”

“Wow, you had food poisoning? Cheol here nearly murdered a guy over your food poisoning, dude,” Junhui said.

Soonyoung’s smile dropped. Wonwoo. “You what?”

Junhui continued, “And that too when I was about to exchange numbers with that guy’s friend. Now, I have no date.”

Jihoon pushed Junhui. “Oi, priorities?”

Soonyoung tried to joke and smile again. “You can just date me, Junnie.”

Jun made a gagging sound. “I’m not that desperate, ugh.”

Joshua looked unconvinced by the banter. Soonyoung knew he wasn’t buying any of this. He also knew his friend had been crying. It hurt him to see the pale redness at the edges of Joshua’s eyes. He wanted to talk to him, to thank him…he didn’t.

Avoidance.

When he was fourteen, his therapist had told him he had trouble with facing his problems. 

“Soonyoung, you can’t avoid your problems forever. Avoidance breeds toxicity.”

What was he supposed to say?

Facing his problems had led him here.

“Now, will you tell me what is bothering you?”

He didn’t.

Avoidance.

When he was discharged from the medical center and alone in his dorm room for a bit, he opened his inbox to see if he had contacted him.

There were several messages.

There were messages from his drama club members.

“Hey, I’m sorry you fainted. Hope you’re feeling better now, Hoshi. Wonwoo wouldn’t have hurt you. He’s a nice guy. He just looks scary.” --Seungkwan.

“Hoshi! Please get better soon. We need our Tiger back.” --DK

“Wonwoo got off on the wrong foot. He’s a friend. I’m sure he didn’t mean any harm.” --DK

And messages from random people.

“HEARD YOU GOT BEAT UP?”

“Are you okay?”

“You owe me 15 dollars! Don’t die yet!”

And calls from his parents.

He wondered who had told them. He sighed. There was a part of him that wanted to call them right now and tell them that he had been right all along. Jeon Wonwoo did exist. He was here in the university where he was studying. They, apparently, even had common friends. He wanted to shout and scream. He wanted to be comforted because he had been wronged all these years. 

Instead, he messaged, “Mom, Dad, I’m well. Don’t worry. I’ll call in the morning.”

Avoidance.

Wonwoo was walking beside Mingyu as they made their way to the language building for their respective electives. The crowd was louder than usual today. There were still whispers but they seemed to be more about Wonwoo than Mingyu today. 

Did you see him--yes, that one there--he beat up Hoshi--yes, the dark haired one--he beats up kids often--what’s Mingyu doing with him--oh, he even blackmails people--yes, he beat up Hoshi over nothing--the boy was hospitalized--he’s going to be expelled--his parents must be rich--he doesn’t even feel guilty--look at him--he beat up Hoshi--stay away from him--he’s a punk--poor Mingyu, for having such friends--he needs some sense knocked into--

Wonwoo tried to grin. “I don’t think you’re the center of attention anymore, Mingyu.”

Mingyu didn’t smile back. “They’re all so wrong. How can people spread lies like this?”

“You shouldn’t wander around with me or your reputation will get tarnished too.”

Mingyu slipped his hand around the crook of his elbow. “Then, let it.”

Minghao appeared from nowhere. His windswept hair suggested that he had been running. He wordlessly placed his arm around Wonwoo’s neck. 

“What?” he asked, looking at both of his protective friends.

Minghao rolled his eyes. “At least Mingyu and I are just doing PDA. Seungkwan is fighting everyone and Seokmin is trying to get Hoshi to tell everyone you’re innocent.”

Wonwoo decided he liked the name Hoshi better. It didn’t knock the air out of his lungs every time it was uttered. Hoshi...he could nearly pretend Hoshi wasn’t Soonyoung. 

Avoidance.

When Wonwoo had got a call from the Persian Department, he had been surprised. 

“Wait, does that mean I’m in?” he had asked.

“Yes, someone backed out of the course. We have one seat open. Do you want it?” the clerk sounded just as bored on the phone as he did in person. 

Wonwoo was beyond grateful. He didn’t have any elective as a back-up. “Yes, yes, I’ll take it. Thank you.”

“Come to the office and collect the syllabus and course materials.”

But when he dropped off his friends at their electives and finally reached Room 67, he was met by a commotion.

“What do you mean you gave my seat to someone else? How can you do that?” 

Wonwoo frowned. What was happening?

The clerk was explaining coldly, “Your name was crossed out. There was one person in the waiting list so we gave it to him.”

“How am I supposed to find a new elective now? All courses are probably closed. Besides, I didn’t cross out my name. So, why should I suffer?” the student said.

“We can’t help you, I’m afraid. The other student was already informed--Oh, there he is! You can ask him if he can give you his seat? It’s really not my problem anymore.” The clerk yawned to emphasize his point.

The student turned around and his mouth dropped on seeing Wonwoo. 

Wonwoo recognized him immediately and took a step back. 

Soonyoung’s gaze went cold after the recognition. He closed his mouth and sighed, mumbling, “Of course, of all people...it had to be him.”

“H-Hoshi,” Wonwoo finally said.

“Never mind,” Soonyoung told the clerk. “I’m not interested anymore.”

“What is happening here?” 

Both of them turned to look at the newcomer.

The clerk stood up quickly. “Oh, Professor Nusrat. Uh there has been a small misunderstanding.”

Professor Nusrat was middle-aged and stood remarkably straight. Her clothes were beautifully embroidered and complemented her nails and jewellery. She quirked an eyebrow and asked in a dangerously strict voice. “Really?”

Soonyoung was the one who spoke up. “This guy stole my seat for the elective and now I’m left without an elective even though I signed up earlier. The clerk refuses to help me now.”

Wonwoo gaped at him.

He stole so much from me. This is the least I can get back, Soonyoung was thinking, suddenly seething with anger. All those years spent searching and doubting himself. Those years, Wonwoo had stolen from him. And now suddenly, he was here stealing his life again. I’m not going to let this happen. 

Wonwoo said, “Professor, I don’t know what his problem is but I got a call from the office that I got the seat. I didn’t steal anything.”

He was so annoyed. He had been patient with the rumours. No, he had been patient all along. He had avoided all the signs. He had patiently let go of everything that had been poisoned by Soonyoung but as the scar on his knee itched again, he couldn’t help but think no more, I’m not going to settle anymore.

Professor Nusrat looked at both of them. “Are you sure this is about the seat?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Anyway, I didn’t know our elective was getting so famous suddenly. I can’t believe people are fighting to join it. Pleases me no end. You both can join. It’s not an issue.”

The clerk made a protesting noise.

Professor Nusrat repeated. “Not an issue. Come along. The class has already waited long enough because of the noise.”

There was, however, only one empty seat at the back of the class. 

“Minseok, get a chair from my room. Woojin, come to the front. You both,” she said to Soonyoung and Wonwoo, “can take those two at the end.”

Wonwoo was making his way to the freshly vacated chair, followed by Soonyoung, when he tripped over someone’s bag. He grasped at air, feeling himself fall forward, eyes widening--

And then suddenly, he wasn’t falling anymore. A strong hand caught his arm and pulled him back. Still, unable to balance, Wonwoo fell slightly back, into Soonyoung’s chest. 

He was already apologizing when he turned to look at Soonyoung and his heart seemed to clench almost painfully. 

He was so close to Soonyoung, he could see the flecks in his eyes, the slight quiver of his lips forming a word, his breath catching sharply, the way his skin was reddening so perceptibly as he felt Wonwoo’s gaze upon him. 

Someone coughed and now, Soonyoung was pushing him slightly. 

Wonwoo regained his balance and wordlessly moved ahead. He knew his ears were burning hot, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and there was an almost hysterical laugh building in his throat. 

Because, in that moment when Wonwoo had stared back at Soonyoung, feeling him so close to himself, he had nearly done something he could have regretted later. He had nearly said, “You’re beautiful.” He had no idea where the thought had come from. It was certainly not his usually level-headed brain. 

He was glad he had avoided the silly statement. 

But he didn’t know.

He didn’t know that in another classroom, Joshua was tugging at his burning bracelet which was warning him of something.

Something that Joshua knew but tried to ignore, something that Soonyoung and Wonwoo still didn’t know.

Jeonghan was on the terrace of his dorm. He wondered when they would find out that no one could avoid fate. 

Thank you for being so patient! Hope you enjoyed the update. The next chapter will have a few revelations so please look forward to it :)