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4stars-uswnt · 4 years ago

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas [Lindsey Horan x Reader]

requested by anon: Bro you’re amazing!!! I was wonder if you could do one with Lindsey where Reader is like a badass military person who has been away for a long time and like surprises her at team dinner or something. And Tobin is totally in on it and helps reader out. Bonus if reader is totally soft for Lindsey.

A/N: thank you anon! you’re amazing for this request! i rly hope you enjoy it even tho it’s a lil on the short side :)

also check out some of the USWNT holiday vids:

Secret Santa, White Elephant, Caroling, Caroling pt 2

“Linds?” Emily snaps her fingers in front of her best friend’s face. “You there?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Lindsey shakes her head, pulling herself out of her daze.

“Well,” Sonnett drawls, “as I was saying, I have your sweater here.” The defender holds up an ugly Christmas sweater with snowmen and reindeer adorning it.

“My sweater?”

“Remember? We’re all matching!” Emily exclaims. The youngsters and Kelley had all planned on wearing matching sweaters to the USWNT’s holiday party that this was evening.

“Oh, yeah,” Lindsey sighs with realization, her thoughts still miles away. Noticing her friend’s distant eyes, Emily’s face softens.

“Lindsey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she huffs. “I just miss (Y/N) so much, and I wish she was here to celebrate Christmas with me.”

The blonde defender feels her heartbreak for her friend. “Linds, I know she misses you just as much as you miss her, probably even more.”

The two women both let out a soft laugh at that, as you were completely smitten with your girlfriend.

“And I know,” Emily continues, “that she wishes she could be here with you too.” She reaches out to squeeze Lindsey’s hand.

The midfielder nods and gives the other woman a small smile. “Thanks, Em.”

“Anytime,” Sonnett says with sincerity lacing her voice. “Now, put on your sweater. We have a party to go to!”

Lindsey just laughs at her friend’s antics, as the defender jumps up from the bed and heads out the door. After pulling on the ugly Christmas sweater, Lindsey glances down at her phone, staring longingly at the photo of you and her on her lock screen, before heading down to the conference room.

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As you slide into the backseat of an Uber, you feel your phone vibrate, as a text from Tobin appears on your screen.

Tobin:

Hey u on ur way?

(Y/N):

Yup, leaving the airport rn

Tobin:

👍🏼 we’re about to start white elephant

We’ll be in a conference room so j text me when ur here and I’ll meet you in the lobby.

(Y/N):

Will do. Thanks Tobes

Shutting off your phone, you turn your attention to outside your window, taking in the streets of Denver you’d missed so much.

For the past year, you’d been deployed overseas in Afghanistan, meaning, except for the Skype calls and the occasional letters, you haven’t seen your girlfriend, Lindsey, in almost thirteen months. But now, after few complications on your last tour, you had been honorably discharged and were now on your way to surprise Lindsey at her national team camp.

The last time you spoke with your girlfriend, you had told her that you wouldn’t be able to spend Christmas with her, but you after hearing the news you’d be able to go home, you schemed with Tobin to surprise the blonde midfielder.

So here you are, sitting in an Uber, stilled dressed in your green camouflage uniform and combat boots, on your way to the DoubleTree hotel in downtown Denver to crash the USWNT’s white elephant party.

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Tobin joins her teammates in the conference room, where there’s decorations all around and presents on the front table.

Seeing that everyone has arrived, Megan gets up from her set and moves to the front of the room, where she starts to give some instructions. “Alright, everybody, we’re gonna get started. Did everyone pick up a number on their way in?”

The girls nod, waving their slips of paper in the air, a chorus of yeses wave amongst the crowd.

“Okay, the rules are simple. When it’s your turn, you can either go up and pick a gift from the table,” She gestures to the table crowded with bags and wrapped boxes. “Or you can steal someone else’s gift who picked before you.”

“And you can only steal before you pick a gift,” Becky adds, earning a couple snickers from the veterans, as they remember HAO’s mishap all those years ago.

“Yes.” Pinoe nods. “And if your gift is stolen, you then have the option to steal or pick another one. Everyone got it?”

With no objections, she claps her hands. “Alright, let’s get started. Who’s got number one?”

Tierna raises her hand and gets up from her seat. “Me.” The young defender approaches the table and scans the selection of gifts, before ultimately picking a small rectangular box wrapped in polka dotted paper.

“What is it?” Kelley calls out, eagerly bouncing in her seat.

“Trader Joe’s chocolate,” Tierna reveals, waving the gift for all to see.

This routine continues down the line of women, the first steal not coming until number 10, when Ash decides to steal Mal’s scarf.

As Sonnett, who had number 13, one before Lindsey’s, picks out a gift, Tobin feels her phone vibrate.

(Y/N):

Here in the lobby.

Tobin:

👍🏼 cool. I’ll come get you in a sec. it’s Lindsey’s turn next.

“Who’s next?” Emily shouts, as she returns to her seat with the phone case she’d unwrapped.

“Me.” Lindsey gets up and makes her way towards the table. But before she can pick a present, Tobin stops her.

“Wait, I forgot to put my gift up there.”

Many of the women who had already chosen voiced their displeasure and annoyance.

“What? Come on, Tobin, seriously?” Kelley exclaims.

“We already started! You can’t just add your gift into the mix now.” Emily whines.

“Chill, you guys.” Tobin just smirks. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Lindsey would’ve stolen this gift if any of you had chosen it.”

Sonnett just mutters something under her breath, still not satisfied that she’d missed out on another gift option.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t pick yet,” Tobin tells the younger midfielder, pointing at her.

Quickly, Tobin jogs out to the lobby, where you’re standing awkwardly with your duffle bag on the floor next to you.

“(Y/N)!” She calls out to you from across the room. Hearing your name, you eyes perk up, and you smile upon seeing your friend. As Lindsey’s girlfriend of almost three years, you’d spent quite a lot of time in Portland, meaning you’d gotten quite close to the older woman.

“Hey, Tobes.” You pull her in for a hug.

“Missed you, (Y/N/N).”

“I missed you too, T,” you say, nerves evident in your voice.

Sensing your nerves, Tobin chuckles. “You ready to see your girlfriend?”

You just nod, unable to find the words to describe the emotions you’re feeling.

“Well, come on then.”

As the two of you make your way down the hallway, you can hear the loud voices and laughter of the team, and you feel the anticipation bubbling up inside you. But when you approach the door to the conference room, you push down whatever nerves you have, as you catch a glimpse of your girlfriend and hear the sound of her voice for the first time in a little over a year.

“I’m back,” Tobin announces. “And with my gift this time. I hope—”

Before the midfielder can finish, Lindsey spots you over Tobin’s shoulder and lets out a scream.

“Oh my gosh!”

A wide smile breaks out across your face, as you drop your bag to the ground and open your arms. Lindsey immediately runs across the room and crashes into you, bringing you in for a bone-crushing hug.

As she buries her face in your neck, you can feel tears wetting your skin. Cradling Lindsey’s head, you whisper sweet nothings into her ear, tears pooling in your own eyes.

“I’ve missed you, Linds. I love you so so much. Shh, baby, I’m here now.”

Lifting her head to look at you, Lindsey breathes in adoration and shock, her eyes teary. “How?”

“I’ve been honorably discharged,” you explain, as you brush the blonde hair out of her face, taking the time to admire your girlfriend. “So I’m home for good. So long as you’ll have me?”

Lindsey just shakes her head in disbelief and lets out a wet chuckle before connecting your lips. You melt into the kiss, ignoring the cheers and whistles from the women around you, as you revel in the feeling of Lindsey’s body against yours.

Pulling back, you grin. “Gosh, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” She pecks your lips again. “So much.”

“C’mon.” You take her hand, intertwining your fingers. “Let’s go sit and celebrate.”

As she leads you back to her seat, the rest of the team, who you’ve also gotten to know quite well, stop you for smiles and hugs of their own.

“Welcome home, (Y/N).” Ashlyn slaps your back, squeezing your shoulder.

“Thanks, Ash.”

“(Y/N)!!” Emily shouts, hopping onto your back.

You laugh at the defender’s childish behavior. “Come on, Sonny, get off.”

“Fine,” she pouts, jumping down, before hugging you. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, Em,” you whisper.

Once you sit down, Lindsey plops herself down in your lap. Instead of protesting, you just chuckle and wrap your arms around her waist, placing a kiss to her neck.

“I love you, Linds.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N),” she hums, relaxing into your embrace. “My very own Christmas miracle.

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dustofbrokenheart · 4 years ago

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The Lost Boys: Take-Out Intrigue Part 1

Part One | Part Two

Marko x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: racial slurs, some gore

Summary: You catch Marko’s eye while he’s waiting on an order. (Since my blatant favoritism towards Dwayne was called out, I’m trying something new!)

“Nin hao ma,” Marko called out as he entered the small restaurant.

The familiar scents of garlic, rice vinegar, and sesame oil wafted out from the kitchen in the back. Marko personally preferred the take-out joint down the block but it was David’s night to choose so he didn’t complain. Much.

The older woman at the counter bowed her head slightly with a smile. He wasn’t a regular but he was there enough that she recognized him. “Hao, hao.”

Mandarin was fluent but these owners spoke Cantonese which he wasn’t as familiar with. He supposed he could take time to learn but he’d been occupied with spray painting and the birds for the past few years. That didn’t leave much time, or desire, to pick up something else. Pleasantries out of the way, he switched back to English. His

“Let me get three orders of the sweet and sour pork, one sweet and sour shrimp, four chow mein, one lo mein, and one fried rice.” After a second of thought he added, “Oh, and some egg rolls.”

The owner wrote it all down quickly and waved the paper slip in between her fingers. “Wait here.”

She disappeared to the kitchen, leaving Marko by himself to admire the scrolls of art that hung on the wall.

In the back, she calmly walked over to where you were hunched over an open textbook, frantically taking notes. It was noisy in the kitchen so you didn’t notice her until she cuffed you on the back of the head.

“Oww!”

“Time to work. Keep an eye on the customer out front,” she nagged in Cantonese.

“Fine, fine. I’m going.” You held your hands up in surrender. But you snagged you stuff when she wasn’t looking and hoofed it to the register before she could chastise you again.

You stood at the register and it was impossible to miss the customer. He had a riotous mass of blonde curls pulled back into a ponytail and wore a patched-up jacket that was simultaneously too busy to look at and too interesting to look away from. He must have felt your gaze because he suddenly shifted his focus from the calligraphy on the walls and stared you straight in the eye.

You held your breath and after a few seconds, his face relaxed and he smiled at you. The smile only added to his attractiveness but you instinctively knew that he wasn’t as sweet as it would lead you to believe.

“You’re new,” he commented.

“Y-yeah. I mean, no,” you sputtered. That was embarrassing. You’d never struggled to speak with a customer before. The fact that he stared without blinking made it worse.

He merely hid his smile behind the fingerless gloves and stuck a thumb in his mouth. A possible oral fixation—? You stopped that thought dead in it’s tracks. It was highly inappropriate to think of a paying customer that way. His actions were none of your business.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to start over. “Actually, my family has known the owners forever. But yes, I’ve only been working here for a few months.”

“I don’t remember seeing you,” he said crowding you despite the fact that there was a register between the two of you. “What’s your name?”

You weren’t sure why, but you felt the need to defend yourself to him. Which was ridiculous. You talked with chatty customers all the time, no problem.

“My name is Y/N. I always take the busy shifts since my English is better. This is the first time I’ve stayed later than the dinner rush.”

That answer must’ve settled something for him because he took at thumb out of his mouth and gave you the first genuine smile you’d seen thus far. In turn, you smiled back and the mood in the room calmed.

His attention went back to the calligraphy and you opened your textbook to the spot you left off at. Everything was quiet. “So…you like calligraphy?” he questioned.

The next fifteen minutes passed quickly as he got you talking about the restaurant’s décor. He was especially absorbed by the painting of a fiery-scaled eastern dragon, which you also liked. But your favorite was the Chinese phoenix on the opposite wall.

“Did you know the fenghuang is a lucky omen? They’re the bird of all birds in traditional mythology.”

That seemed to intrigue him. “The bird of all birds, huh?”

You latched on to the tone in his voice. “Do you like birds?”

He toed the tip of his worn boot into the linoleum floor. Laughed a little. “Yeah. You could say that.”

He opened his mouth to say more but at that moment you were called to bag up his order. A little reluctant, you excused yourself and went to kitchen. The food was already portioned into their respective white cartons, the top flaps folded in neatly.

Opening up the plastic bag, you quickly arranged the cartons inside and tied a with a small, snug knot at the top. Stapling the receipt to the bag, you drew a smiley face on it with a blue-ink pen. The smile came out a little lopsided but you left it alone, afraid it might turn out worse if you tried to fix it.

You lingered near the door, twisting the plastic in your hands. For some reason, you would be disappointed to see him leave. Which was crazy as you’d only talked for a few brief minutes. Judging by the size of the order, the poor guy probably needed to leave so he could bring other people their dinner too.

Resigned, and uncomfortable with that feeling, you went back out to the register. You made sure to use your most polite voice as you rang him up. The exchange happened normally and he dug a wad of dollars bills from his back pocket. It made you cringe to see the money so wrinkled and spotted with an unknown stain, but you kept your reaction to yourself.

“Have a nice night,” you wished him as you tried to hand him his change.

He waved it off with a shake of his head that sent his curls bouncing. “Nah, keep it.”

And that was it. He turned to leave, swinging the plastic bag at his side with every step. There was no hesitation on his part and you sighed. Clearly, your interest was one-sided.

Logically, you knew shouldn’t take it personal, but emotionally, you couldn’t shake the feeling of rejection. Remembering that you were in the middle of reading, you went to open your notes again. You flipped through the pages slowly, your heart not in it.

Outside of the small restaurant, the red neon open sign casted hazy lighting on the cracked cement sidewalk. Marko hovered just far enough from the door that you couldn’t see him. He snickered.

Your disappointed sighs had followed him as soon as he turned his back on you to leave and he had to be honest—it delighted him. Good to know that you were attracted to him. He certainly liked you.

Santa Carla was full of interesting people, alive, undead, or otherwise, so it was hard to catch his attention. But as soon as you started spouting off about mythical Chinese phoenixes, he was hooked. Yes, he was into birds, screw you, but he’d never heard that story before.

He supposed you could’ve been talking out of your ass but he didn’t get that vibe from what he had seen. Your eyes lit up when you talked about the image so he bet that you truly did admire it. Your voice was steady for the first time in the encounter, meaning that you were comfortable saying those things, had probably told them to other ears dozens of times.

So, yes, you could be making it up. If you were, he’d be the first to admire your skills. But you seemed too straight and narrow for that. After all, you were actually studying at work. What kind of person did that?

The tantalizing combination of authenticity and passion for your Eastern mythology made him want to talk to you again. That way he could pick your brains more and maybe, if he was lucky, make you stutter again. Still, he wasn’t going to walk back in there like a sap. Not after he just left.

“Hey!”

His ears twitched and he finally got a look at the guy he’d been watching stagger down the sidewalk the entire time he’d been outside. He chose not to saying anything figuring the human would keep talking anyway, which he did.

“You get that food from here?” The human pointed to the restaurant with his thumb.

Marko nodded, biting on his thumb.

“These chinks, or japs, or whatever any good?”

Marko’s eyes that had been taking in the guy’s appearance the entire time paused in the bird pin he had on his cap. It was yellow orange. Similar shade to the fenghuang’s wings. He took his thumb out of his mouth, his slick fangs descending to bite into his bottom lip.

The ass hadn’t even noticed, still talking and seemingly some kind of inebriated. Fine by Marko. He liked surprising people.

His clawed hand shot out faster than the human eye could track and plunged into the guy’s chest. A hole was torn clean through. The blood and heart organ felt warm and wet as it stuck to his fingers. “I don’t think you need to worry about that you prick.”

The hole was much more pronounced and blood began spilling out. In the light of the moon, the blood looked black instead of red. The about-to-be-dead offender’s jacket absorbed some of the liquid but the rate at which it poured out was too much for the fabric to soak it all up. It wouldn’t be long until he was officially dead.

The shock registered late and by the time the human looked down, Marko had already pulled his hand out and was sucking at the blood. He laughed at the other’s confused expression. The last thing the guy saw was Marko giggling and playfully waving his fingers.

The corpse sagged to the ground and Marko wrenched it up by one of the arms. He must’ve used too much force because he heard the shoulder pop off out of its socket.

He shrugged, not really bothered. No one else was out on the streets at this time. Especially not during a weekday. Getting rid of the body would be easy. Strengthening his hold, he flew into the night sky to dump the body where it would never be found.

When he came back, the white bag of Chinese take-out was sitting exactly where he left it. Excellent. Bending down to rip off the receipt, he pinned his new yellow orange bird pin to it. There was a small speck of blood on the glossed paint near the small bird’s wing that he licked clean.

He didn’t mind scarring you, but he didn’t want you so freaked out that you went to the cops. That would make things a little messy and make David pissy.

Following his nose, he wandered over the car that smelled of you. A quick glance through the driver’s window showed a stack of other notebooks and…a ridiculously bedazzled charm dangling from the rear-view mirror. It made him raise his brow, but he decided he liked it.

Mythological creatures, bedazzled charms…he couldn’t wait to find out more about you.

He arranged the paper backed pin under the windshield wiper to keep it from falling or blowing away. Marko prided himself on giving gifts and he wished he could be there to see you find it, but he’d been gone long enough. The boys were already going to give him hell for it. And he was getting hungry, too.

Besides, he knew where you worked. He’d find you again when he had more time.

Revving the bike, he raced down the road, the plastic bag quivering where it hung from his handle bars.

---XXX---

“See you later, Auntie,” you called out. A bell jingled as you pushed the front door open. You weren’t used to working this late and were long past due for sleep.

“Bye bye, drive home safe,” she said in Cantonese, the gruffness failing to mask her fondness for you.

Being in the restaurant all night, the crisp air outside was a nice reprieve. You loved the food, you really did, but oil could be headache inducing after a while. There was a slight breeze, too, that refreshed you with its invisible caress.

Most of the other businesses in this area were closed by now, leaving the streets dim and vacant. Luckily, there was a streetlight by your car so you didn’t have to walk in the dark. There was no such thing as being too safe in Santa Carla.

You shifted your things so you could get the keys and stopped in your tracks when you noticed a small piece of paper on the windshield. You looked around, not seeing anything else out of the ordinary. Still, you couldn’t shake the wariness.

Was it a ticket? A threat? A piece of trash that just blew into the window?

Creeping forward, you recognized the smiley face you had drawn earlier. What the—? When you were close enough to snatch it, you realized there was something weighing down the corner of the flimsy paper. A pin.

You angled it toward the streetlight, unsure what it was. An orange, no, golden orange bird gleamed in the light. Its wings spread wide and were smooth under the pads of your fingers.

Warmth spread through your chest. There wasn’t a message on the receipt, but the smiley face gave it away. This could only have been from that customer with the curls and jacket. Had he been wearing it inside? You couldn’t remember.

Clutching the pin, you sat in the driver’s seat. The car ran idle for a bit and you fiddled with the back of the pin. There was plenty of space on your bare jacket to place it wherever you wished. With the delicate gift attached securely to the jacket, you backed out of the parking spot, a smile on your face the entire way home.

Hopefully, he stopped by again soon.

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My first time writing for Marko! Thumbs up or thumbs down?

Regardless, East Asian (and any) racism isn’t cool peeps. Let’s do better :)

#the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys x reader #imagines #marko the lost boys

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junhaoshua · 4 years ago

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say my name like it’s something sacred

summary: everyone is born with black words written on their wrist, the first words their soulmate would say to them, and the words turn red when you hear them. you’ve heard your words a dozen times, but they only turn red after you knock into a boy then run away. how are you going to find him again?

genre: fluff, soulmate au

word count: 2,506

A/N: happy birthday to the lovely chey of @soonhoonsol!!!! she gave me two prompts: Soonyoung and World Toilet Day for her birthday fic. Chey, you’re wonderful and I’m so happy we’re friends, and I hope you like my take on your ideas ~

Everyone was born with black words written on their wrist, the first words their soulmate would say to them.

For some people, their words were delightfully straightforward. “Hi, my name’s so-and-so,” their soulmate’s name disclosed right there.

Some people had phrases that were so out there or so easy to misunderstand. One of your friends had the words “You actually like the devils?” on her wrist. She’d spent her teenage years hanging around screenings of soccer matches, only to hear those words from the older brother of kids she was babysitting.

And then there were phrases like yours. “Hey, it’s fine - are you okay?” Generic words, the type that you might hear a thousand times in your lifetime.

When you were younger, you’d checked your wrist every time you heard those words, hoping that this was your soulmate. The one who would make the black letters turn as red as the string of fate that tied you together. The one whose mark would appear below the words immediately after.

But it never came. The black writing still adorned your otherwise bare wrist.

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“Alright, let’s have a ten-minute break before you start your groupwork,” your Visual Communications professor announces, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Your two friends in the class, Mingyu and Minghao, roll their tables over to join you in the corner. “Finally, I feel like my brain’s going to short-circuit,” Gyu groans, tipping his chair to stretch out his long, long body and nearly overbalancing.

Hao grabs his hand before he can fall, glancing at you with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Mingyu,” he says, and even though there’s exasperation in his voice, he still says his name like it’s something sacred. It’s utterly romantic.

“Sorry, Haohao,” the older boy says with a grin.

You laugh at their couple-ness. “I’m going to stretch my legs, watch my stuff?”

“See you!”

You grab your water bottle and head out of the freezing room, appreciating the warmth of the outdoors. The water cooler’s at the end of the corridor, which will give you some time to bask in the sun.

As you approach the water cooler, bright yellow tape catches your eye. OUT OF ORDER, a handwritten sign says. Ugh. This is going to take a while.

Second floor cooler broken, you text your best friend Hansol as you head towards the stairs. His class is just a few doors away from yours, and you don’t want him to make a wasted trip.

He replies instantly. They said water supply in this wing has been cut for now? Burst pipe downstairs. Prof just announced.

You send him a frowning emoji and a sigh, before pocketing your phone and picking up the pace.

It’s quite a walk from the east wing to the central block, and you let out a sigh of relief as a working water cooler finally comes into sight, taking a long drink of cold water before filling up your bottle.

If you hurry, maybe you can make it back in time. So you turn to go, trying to screw the lid back on as you go -

- forgetting that the water cooler is right outside the toilet, which means that you only see the boy exiting the washroom when you run right into him.

Your open water bottle splashes on him, drenching his white t-shirt, and you fall on your butt. Hard. “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” you exclaim in mortification.

“Hey, it’s fine - are you okay?” he asks, reaching down to help you up, and for a moment his soaked t-shirt is in front of your eyes. Partially hidden by his black-and-orange jacket, but still, that’s a fine chest.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you grab your water bottle, averting your eyes. “I’m fine - I’m sorry!” you squeak, not daring to look the dark-haired boy in the eye.

Before he can say anything else, you turn tail and run back to your class.

You’re panting by the time you slip into your seat across Gyu and Hao. “Sorry for keeping you guys waiting.”

“It’s okay,” Minghao murmurs distractedly, tapping away at his phone. Gyu hums, and you notice he’s frantically texting too.

You turn your laptop on and pull up the files while waiting for them to finish. This isn’t really like them. Something must have happened.

Finally Gyu puts down his phone. “Sorry about that, one of our friends - oh my god you’ve met your soulmate!” he screeches, making most of the class turn to look in your direction.

“Keep your voice down,” Minghao chides him with a smack to the back of the head.

You slowly look down at where the long sleeve of your sweater has slipped down. The words are red. Red. And there’s a cartoony little sketch of an animal head on your wrist - the stripes suggest tiger, but the chubby cheeks and little ears look like a hamster.

“Where did you go? When did you meet him? Why didn’t you say anything?” Mingyu peppers you with questions in an excited whisper.

“I didn’t realise it,” you hiss back, as what just happened slowly hits you. “God - I ran into him, right outside the toilet - my soulmate’s gonna think I’m a huge klutz -”

“Outside the toilet?” Gyu parrots, his eyes wide. “That sounds like -”

Minghao slaps a hand over Gyu’s mouth. “Like you were really fated to meet, even at such an - interesting location. And he’s your soulmate. I’m sure he’s overjoyed to meet you at last.”

“But I didn’t even get a good look at his face,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “He was kinda lean - black hair, striped jacket - but that could be anyone, how on earth am I going to find him - go to the Soulmate Registry saying oh hey can you ask if anyone bumped into a girl outside a toilet and got water splashed on them? Yeah, that’s my soulmate -”

Gyu looks like he wants to screech again, but Hao shoots him a glare. “If fate brought you to meet each other the first time, fate’ll make sure you meet again,” the boy says, giving you a gentle pat on the hand. “I met Gyu on his last day working at the bubble tea shop, and I thought I’d never find him once school started, but we ended up being introduced by our friends.”

You bury your face in your hands. “Can we get to work now?”

Thankfully, they drop the subject, and the rest of the time is spent working on your project.

“Gyu, you were supposed to ask her something,” Hao reminds him, as class ends and you all start packing up to go.

Mingyu snaps his fingers. “Right, I nearly forgot. You know the showcase that’s coming up?”

You nod. It’s part of being a college specialising in the arts. Every semester, they hold a huge event for the students to showcase their talent - art, fashion, photography, music, dance, et cetera. “You’re going for it?”

“A group of us are, actually. The rap crew, Hao’s dance crew, and Woozi’s vocal group - you know him, right?”

Minghao facepalms at the question, and you let out a giggle. “You mean Hansol’s soulmate?” As if it was possible to forget the person your best friend was destined to spend his life with. The short, fiery older boy was a perfect counter to Hansol’s easygoing attitude.

Gyu lets out a bark of laughter as you head out the door together. “God, my brain isn’t working today. We’re going to audition for the showcase together, as one big group. And we were thinking that our application would look a lot cooler if we had a nice video - kinda like a trailer, something to show us off, three talented groups -” Hao coughs at the casual boast “-coming together.”

You nod slowly. “It’ll be a lot more interesting than taping your performance.”

“Great!” Gyu claps his hands. “So Hansol recommended you to the group as the best person for the job, and we’d love if you could help us make it!”

“What?” you yelp in shock. “I’m not that fantastic - Why can’t you or Hao do it?”

Minghao shrugs. “I’ve seen your work, you’re pretty good. And we can’t exactly film ourselves while performing, not if we want nice angles and closeups. You’d be a great help.”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the compliment, but you still have reservations. “But - I don’t know your theme, your concept -”

Gyu waves a hand. “That’s no issue, you can come down and watch us practice and help to think of a concept. Please?”

It’s impossible to refuse those huge puppy eyes. You let out a sigh. “I’ll come watch, and think it over, and decide whether or not I feel up to the job after that, alright?”

“Yes!” Gyu shrieks, making everyone look over at you again. “I mean - yes, that’s fantastic, we’re going to have a practice later and you can meet -”

“The rest of the group,” Minghao cuts in. “We’ll let them know you’re coming, it’s right after your last class with Hansol.”

---

After class, you pull Hansol aside. “Okay, spill.”

Your best friend blinks at you with wide eyes. “About what?”

“Gyu was practically bouncing when I agreed to watch you guys practice, and you’ve been shooting me looks throughout class. You’re up to something.”

He flushes. “It’s just… we haven’t let anyone else in to see us perform before.”

You eye Hansol. Part of growing up together is knowing exactly when the other person is hiding something. And everything about his too-wide smile is screaming I have a secret. He’s always been an atrocious liar. “Are all the others okay with it?”

“Yeah! Yeah, they are.”

You hum. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“It’s - no, not right now.”

You eye him for a moment longer, but he looks at you with the same fixed smile. Never mind.

“So… I hear you met your soulmate,” he says after a few moments of silence.

“I should’ve known those two wouldn’t keep it a secret.”

He grins. “It’s going to make a great story to tell people, you know. How many people can say they literally fell for their soulmate?”

“Outside a toilet,” you say, flushing at the memory. “And aren’t you getting a little ahead when I don’t even know his name?”

“Yeah, so all you need is to know his name,” Hansol says, shrugging. “You’re soulmates, the rest will sort itself out.”

“What if I’m not what he wants from a soulmate? What if he’s not what I want?”

Hansol glances over at you. “What do you want?”

You sigh, thinking back to your childhood imaginings, to what you’ve always imagined your perfect other half would be like. “Funny. Bright - I don’t mean like smart, though that’s nice, I mean his energy? Loud and enthusiastic, but someone who’s okay with just sitting back and being chill too, or it would be tiring trying to keep up with him. And he’s got to be kind, and wholesome, and gentle - someone comforting, someone good...”

Hansol’s grin has been slowly growing as you talk. “I’m sure he’s going to be all of that. He’s your soulmate, he’s going to be perfect for you. And you’ll be perfect for him.”

“But -”

“No buts, I know my soulmate, you don’t, I’m the expert here.”

...he’s got a point there, not that you want to admit it. So you change the subject to something useful. “Tell me more about the performance?”

By now, you’ve reached the door of the studio, and he pushes it open with a grin. “Why don’t you see it for yourself?”

“Hansol got you to come along!” Seokmin cheers as you come in, leaping up.

You laugh and give him a hug. “Just to watch. I haven’t promised anything yet.”

“You will,” Jeonghan says knowingly as you settle down on the floor, offering you a bag of snacks. “You won’t be able to trust anyone else to make a video that captures our magnificence adequately.”

You burst out laughing, but it’s true. You know all the people in this room, and you can already imagine how to show them off. Seokmin had been your friend since middle school, and you’d been there when he met his soulmate in the new transfer student, Seungkwan. The four of you had been inseparable since. And you’d known everyone in the rap crew since high school. The leader, Seungcheol, was one of the lucky few blessed with two soulmates, who just so happened to be the last two members of Jihoon’s vocal group - Jeonghan and Jisoo.

And that’s when it hits you. “What about the dance crew?” Minghao and Jun are conspicuously absent, and you’re fairly sure there are a couple of others you’ve never met before.

“On their way, Hoshi wanted to run the choreo by them one last time before meeting us,” Seungkwan tells you, taking a sip of his iced Americano.

“Hoshi?” you echo. “I don’t think I know him?”

Jeonghan smirks. “Oh, you’ll recognise him when you see him, I’m sure -”

“He’s their leader and choreographer, you must have seen him at last year’s showcase,” Jisoo chimes in.

“I was sick, remember? So I wasn’t there to support you guys.”

Wonwoo gives a little oh. “Well, that explains - but there’s him, and Hao and Jun, and their other choreographer Dino, he’s your age.” His gaze softens when he mentions his soulmate’s name, and you can’t help but hope your soulmate will look like that when he talks about you.

“Hoshi and Dino,” you repeat, the names echoing oddly in your mind.

“Their real names are Soonyoung and Chan,” Jihoon clarifies. “Those two, one wants to rock the stage like a dinosaur, the other one thinks he’s a tiger -” he stops when Hansol nudges him.

Just at that moment, the door opens.

“Are you sure you can do it?” the one in front asks as he comes in, waving his hands around. “It’s going to look flashy, but if you get injured -” He’s walking backwards, slim and black-haired, wearing a jacket with black and orange stripes.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“I can do it,” Minghao says, exasperation in his tone. “It’ll make a great ending.”

“And you need to watch where you’re going,” Jun says, gently taking the boy by the arms and turning him around, giving you a broad wink over his head as he does so.

The boy stops short the moment he sees you, and when you lay eyes on his face, you know.

“Soonyoung?” you ask, caught between hope and yearning.

“That’s me,” he whispers. “Hi, soulmate.”

You tell him your name and he repeats it, the word falling from his lips like it’s something sacred. “I’ve been searching for you my whole life,” he murmurs, and at that moment, you feel something missing in your heart click into place.

Because you’ve finally found the person who’s perfect for you, and you’re perfect for him, too.

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svtscutie · 4 years ago

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The Dating Form: #22

warnings: slight sexual themes (I’M SORRY DON’T KILL ME)

___ Y/N's POV ___________________________

"You don't want to come with us?" Dokyeom asks, holding my hand, swinging it around. He's always got so much energy. How??

Also, I think this means it's not Dokyeom who's my date. Same with Hao and Jun, and thank god for that, it'd make being friends with them super awkward. So it's either Chan, Soonyoung or some random person.

"As much as I'd love to play arcade games, I got to wait for my date here, apparently I'm meant to meet them at this very spot" I say and he laughs.

"Aw okay, next time, but I'm sure the arcade will be more fun than your date" he says and I laugh.

"I hope not, it better be worth it" I say.

Soonyoung puts his arm around my shoulder and Dokyeom lets go of my hand. "We're going to go now before the leeeeeaaadder changes his mind and tells us to practice" Dokyeom says and I laugh.

"Byeeeee"

"BYEEEE GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE".

Soonyoung stands in front of me and I look at him. So is it him?

"You were great today!" He says excitedly, high giving me.

"Oh thanks leeeeeaaadder" I say and he laughs.

"So, are you going to join the Tigers?" He asks me.

"I don't know if I can handle doing something for the showcase, that's the only reason why I'm holding back" I explain and he nods.

"you don't have to join the showcase if you don't want to, just join us for the food and parties" he says and adds "Dokyeom does that too half the time".

I wonder where's my date. I don't know if it's Soonyoung. You'd think someone be more upfront then beat around the bush, if you like someone you know.

"Okay I'll see" I say and his phone goes off.

"OH your date is ready, don't worry it's not me" he says and opens the practice door for me.

My jaw drops.

Chan.

Of course.

It makes so much sense.

But I don't know what to think about it.

"HAVE FUN BABY TIGERS" Soonyoung yells, running down the hallway, waving goodbye.

I walk further into the practice room.

It changed completely.

Before the floor had drops of sweat everywhere, but now it's covered with mats, pillows and blankets. I look up and see Chan staring at me.

I can feel my cheeks heat up and I stand in front of him.

"This is incredible... I've never had someone do something so romantic for me" I say and add "thank you".

"I- u-um you deserve it. I've liked you for a while now... The dating form just made it easier for me to be honest about it" he tells me. I can tell he's trying to own it, but he's still shy, unable to look me in the eyes. He's nervous and I get this urge to comfort him.

I reach out for his hand and intertwine our fingers together.

"Don't be nervous, it's just us two" I say and add "I'm not judging you".

He nods. This is kind of awkward, like it's cute but it's also tough. I just want to get to know him more. He reaches over to the Bluetooth speakers and turns it on.

"Dance with me?" He asks and I nod. He presses play on the speaker.

I can feel him loosen up as he holds my body close to his. We begin to sway and he begins to smile more as we dance along.

I almost trip over my feet and we both start laughing. Chan's grip on my waist probably the only thing saving me from falling.

We go back to swaying together and he can't stop smiling at me. I can feel myself smile along with him.

____ Chan's POV _______________________

Y/N and I continue dancing for a while, just smiling at each other but then staring into each other's eyes.

There's so much I want to say to her, but I don't know where to start. I want to get to know her more but I want to put everything out in the open.

"AH!" she squeals, breaking my flow of thoughts. She's about to hit the ground but my reflexes pull her close to me, grab her waist and carry her up.

"Wow" she mumbles and adds "I didn't think you're this strong".

"Watch this" I say.

I spin her around and she's laughing.

"CHAN!"

Oh I wish she can be mine.

I place her down and she smiles at me.

"Do you want to watch some movies?" I say and she nods.

___ Y/N's pov __________________________

Chan has some serious blanket fort making skills, the fact that he built this in like 10 minutes is insane. It's covered in fairy lights and all the pillows and sheets are white.

Him and I have been eating and just chatting about how life has been treating us and trading funny stories of our friends. He seems more relaxed now and I prefer this side of him.

"Done eating?" He asks and I nod. He packs up all the food containers and cleans up around us.

"Good food choice by the way, can't go wrong with Chinese food" I say and he smiles.

"Yeah, Soonyoung got Hao and Jun to give food recommendations" he mentions.

"I'll be right back" he says and I nod. I hear him leave the practice room to probably throw all the rubbish away. I scroll on my Instagram and take a photo of the blanket fort to post on my story.

I lay back down in the blanket fort and Chan comes inside.

"Can I cuddle up with you?" he asks and I nod.

His arms instantly wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer to his chest. He pushes my messy hair away from my face.

"So.."

Why is it awkward again?.. have I done something?

"Hmmm, I got a question, do you want to travel the world?" I ask him. Okay he's relaxed again, not as awkward. I don't know what's making him nervous though, we've hung out more than once. I'm not a scary person either.

"Yeah of course, I think there's so much out there that we can learn and experience, things that classes won't cover" he says to me and I nod.

"Agreed, where would you want to go?" I say.

"Japan. Hands down. I know a bit of Japanese"

"What? That's so cool, I'll have to take you with me then" I say.

"Please do"

"I have a question for you, Y/N" Chan states.

"Oh my god, that sounds so ominous" I respond, laughing lightly and add "what is it?"

"Do you remember the Tigers' afterparty?" He asks me.

"Little bits of it, I drank a bit too much, I had a little hangover the next day" I explain.

"I think that's when I knew for sure I wanted to date you, I think I tried like three times to get your phone number but I kept on backing out each time. I also think you got Jun and Hao to stop teasing me at one point of the night" he says.

"I don't remember either of those things but I do remember us being locked in the pantry as we tried to get cups for the alcohol" I say and he laughs.

"Oh yeah there's that too, like it was stuffy but I don't think I cared cause I was with you" he says. I blush.

"that's smooth" I say and he laughs at me.

All of a sudden, Chan's phone rings and he sits up, grabs the phone and picks up the call. I follow suit, sitting up with him.

"Hey Soonyoung, what's up?"

"Yeah it's good so far"

"What?"

"You're kidding"

"What do you mean? How did you accidentally lock me and Y/N in?"

"So, what are we meant to do?"

"We have class at 8am, you do know that right?"

"I can't believe you man"

"Okay bye"

___ Chan's POV ________________________

I cannot believe he took the practice room keys home and has lost them. This means we need to stay the night in this practice room.

Usually, I'd be happy since it means more time Y/N but this is a bit far.

"What happened, Chan?" She asks me.

"Soonyoung thought it was a good idea to go home with the practice room key, locking us in" I explain.

"for how long?"

"rest of the night"

"You're kidding" she says, and adds "can't he just come back and unlock the door?"

"He lost the key, so we'll need to wait for the cleaners to open the doors in the morning, I'm really sorry Y/N" I say.

"No no, it's not your fault" she responds.

"I just have to call my brother though" she says and grabs her phone. She opens it up and goes to speed dial.

"Hey Cheol, don't get mad"

Y/N puts the call on loud speaker for me to listen.

"What happened?" He asks and I hear another voice.

"HI Y/N HOW'S THE DATE?!"

"Not now Hannie" her brother says and Y/N laughs.

"It's good but we've run into an issue.." She says, trailing off. She holds my hand. Is she nervous?

"What is it?"

"no protection?" The other voice says -Hannie I think the name is.

I would not be so lucky to have her in that way on the first date. I don't even know if she likes me, let alone want me in that way. Things between us are still a little awkward.

"Han not now, she's trying to say something important" her brother says.

"Protection is important?"

"My date's friend locked us both accidentally in one of the buildings and we'll have to wait till tomorrow morning" she explains

"Where's the key?"

"Lost. Hence, waiting for tomorrow morning for the cleaners"

"You're not lying to me?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"Come on Cheol, why would she lie about being locked in a uni building? If it was the default 'i'm staying over at Seungkwan's' then you can assume she's lying but not do anything about it"

"So you're saying no matter what, I should just let it go?"

"Yep"

"Cheol, I promise I'm not lying" she says.

"Put your date on the phone"

"Y/N DON'T DO IT"

"HEY YOU'RE MEANT TO HAVE MY BACK"

She begins to laugh and rolls her eyes. I laugh along with her.

"wait Y/N? Am I on loudspeaker?"

"ARE WE? Oh my god he heard the protection comment whoops sorry Y/N"

"yeah you're on loudspeaker" she says.

"Hey Y/N's date, you better not do anything funny, I get angry easily and it's not going to look good for you, you hear?"

"Oh my god, please don't listen to him" Y/N says, instantly. I laugh again at her reaction.

"Chan's so shy and awkward, he wouldn't dare" Y/N says to her brother. Surely I wasn't that bad... I was nervous but I didn't want it to be that awkward.

"Ah I see" her brother says.

"Aw see it's fine, he's probably not going to do anything, he's harmless"

"I'll be back tomorrow morning to report everything" she says.

"Okay okay, go back to your date"

"Bye bye" Y/N says and hangs up.

___ Y/N's POV _________________________

"...was I really that awkward?" Chan says to me, shyly. Oh no.. I must hurt his feelings. I didn't mean it in a bad way.

"I didn't mean to offend you.." I say and add "it's just I feel like I have to initiate everything, and that you're walking on eggshells. Like it's cute at some points too".

He nods. He stares directly at me and I know something in him has changed. He's not that shy boy anymore, it's like that charisma and power he has is back.

"You don't understand... I've wanted to be yours for so long, and I never thought I'd get a chance" he says.

It feels like so much pressure.

He sees me as this amazing person.

I don't feel like I am.

"You see me as this incredible person... I'm not all that" I say.

"Didn't you pull Hao and Jun through that stock market subject?"

I nod.

"Aren't you the most loyal person to your friend Seungkwan?"

I nod.

"Aren't you the girl in our class who's known for being on top of it all? Being the smart person that you are?"

"I'm not smart I just work hard" I respond.

"Isn't that better?" He says and asks "are you the good little sister who calls her brother up to make sure he doesn't worry?"

"I wasn't always good to him"

"Aren't you good to him now?"

I nod.

"I don't know every detail of you, I know that, I know there may be flaws but I also know the good aspects of you outweigh the bad" Chan says and adds "I want to get to know you, I know you'll be worth it".

That's a lot to take in.

How can you feel so strongly over someone you don't know too well?

Do I deserve this?

"...does this make sense?" Chan says.

I nod.

"please say something" he says.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to find the right thing to say" I say and he nods.

"What's going through your head right now?"

"Firstly, thank you for being so open and honest with me, I appreciate it, it's not easy. Especially since you know I've gone on a date with your friend and will go on more dates probably with other people. Secondly, I don't know if I deserve you... You make me feel like a better person than I am. Thirdly, how are you so sure on your feelings? I'm second guessing myself constantly" I say and he holds my hand.

"Well, to address the first statement, you deserve to know how I feel about you, and I think it's better if everything's out in the open rather than you guessing how I feel. Also, those other dates don't stand a chance" he says, chuckling and adds "not every date ends up with getting locked in the same room overnight".

"Secondly, I'm not that great either, I was super awkward remember?"

"HEY the awkward is cute, it's fine honestly... I just didn't want it to get in the way of getting to know each other" I say and he laughs.

"Cute?" He says, raising his eyebrows at me.

I lean over and kiss his cheek "cute" I confirm.

Oh. Wait did I just do that?

What came over me?

He's blushing.

"I guess I'm sure on how I feel cause I've felt this way for so long" he says and I nod.

That makes sense.

My feelings change so quickly that I can't even keep track anymore.

"Can we lay back down? I'm getting tired" he says and I nod. He pulls me into his arms again.

I stare up at him and admire his features. His jawline is strong and defined, even when relaxed. He closes his eyes and I can see his fatigue is kicking in.

"I tell you one thing that doesn't make sense" I say and his eyes open to look at me.

"What is it?"

"How are you both shy and confident as hell?"

"It's like a switch, depends which mood I was set to." He explains to me and I nod.

"Like when you were dancing to the song Soonyoung suggested for the solo, it's felt like you were coming after me but then when I walked into the room after practice it's like uwu I am shy boy protect me please" I say and he laughs at me.

"You're the only one I'm going to allow to say uwu. Anyway, like I said it's a switch. What do you mean by coming after?" He asks me.

"Like you're staring at me, and your eyes are telling me 'you are mine' and then when you're dancing, it's so passionate and powerful, it's like you're telling me 'this is what you're missing'. It's like being attacked" I say and he laughs.

"do you like it?" He asks me and winks.

"I'm not answering that" I say and he moves on top of me.

Okay whatever that switch is, it's been set to confident Chan. He's staring at me and leans into my ear.

"You can answer it you know, I won't use it against you, it'll be only for you" he says, lowly.

Oh my god okay, now I'm the shy one.

This is really hot. He is really hot.

I just wanted to question and compliment his duality, I didn't mean to get into this situation.

This man is attacking my feelings, I cannot handle it.

He stares at me again and says lowly, "Come on, just admit it, Y/N, I'm yours."

"...yes" I say and before I could even add anything to my confirmation, he kisses me deeply.

I close my eyes and hold his face gently. We continue kissing for a couple of minutes, his arms wrapping around my waist. Little hums here and there come from the both of us before he pulls away.

He takes off his shirt and I can't help but eye him up and down. He's so toned. He leans back over me an-

What happened?

Chan begins to laugh and then I realise. The roof of the blanket fort fell on top of us.

"Yeah, thanks blanket, I was just trying to admire this man and you're getting in my way" I say and Chan laughs at me more.

"Who said it had to kill the mood?" He says.

Well if that's the case.

I pull him into another kiss and he moans instantly. He flips us over so I'm on top of him. The blanket rolls off the both of us and the cool breeze hits our warm bodies, causing me to shiver. He starts smiling into the kiss and I begin to giggle.

He pulls away and says "I don't want to stop kissing you".

"Then why did you?" I ask him.

___ Chan's POV ________________________

Damn it, why does she have other dates?

I know it means I just need to step up but I hope she can see how great we can be. How good I am for her.

"... Your brother is going to kill me" I say.

"What's the actual reason, Chan?" She asks me, instantly.

"... You have other dates" I admit.

"You don't feel comfortable going any further until I'm yours, right?" She asks and I nod. She got it. Instantly.

"I understand, there's no pressure, I'll just keep kissing you" she says, sweetly. Kissing my forehead, then my cheek, then pecks my lips. I do the same and we end up laughing at each other again.

"You think we can sneak kisses in during practice?" I say and add "I'm asking for your sake". She laughs and punches my shoulder playfully.

"We'll just mention we need to refill our water bottles like 100 times" she says and I laugh.

"Sounds like a plan... We should start heading to bed now though" I say and she nods.

I hug her tightly as she cuddles up to me again. This date was good. Had a bit of rough patches but it's all worth it.

We know where the line is between us and now it's just up to me to prove to her that I'm the one and it's up to her to choose.

"Good night Chan"

"Good night Y/N"

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Day Eight: #22

[masterlist]

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6 months after a breakup, a girl asks for some spice in her life. What she didn’t expect was a dating form being posted in honor of her. Multiple love interests, a regretful ex, a nosy brother and his friend and the college life ensures that the spice level is 1,000,000 on the Scoville Rating.

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A/N: sooooooooooooo... Y/N and Chan?? Moving too quick?? Or not?? I also really love my music, should I make a playlist for the series? Let me know your thoughts! [or you can let me know here]

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kpopfanticscenarios · 5 years ago

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Infinite

Pairing: The8/Xu Minghao x Reader

Word Count: 2.07K

、ヽ｀、ヽ｀ヽ、｀ヽ、

As soon as he woke up, Minghao couldn’t stop his heart from beating rapidly. Today was the day; he’d waited months for this day. The days leading up to today were nerve-wracking for him. His friends were constantly teasing him about how worked up he was being, and he gets it. It was ridiculous being this nervous, but how could he not be? This was you. He was finally seeing you after so many months. To say he was excited was an understatement. You were important to him. Your voice would always soothe him during bad days and make his joyous days even more.

“How long have you been awake for, man?”

Minghao glanced up from his mirror to glare at Jun. His friend was staring at him with a brow quirked up. He didn’t want to answer, knowing full well that he was going to get teased again.

“Six am. Yah! Don’t judge me!” He scowled as soon as Jun started laughing. A light blush crawled its way towards his cheeks as he averted his gaze back to the mirror. He had to make sure he looked nice; it was in important day. He hardly slept at all the night before, his mind wandering to his upcoming interaction with you. It had to be perfect.

“Are all the guys up yet? I don’t want to be late for this, you know that.” He glanced back up at his friend. Jun nodded lightly, checking his phone as it buzzed to life with messages.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “Vernon’s the last one to get ready, then we’ll be set to go.”

Okay, at least everyone else was ready. The beating of his heart calmed down slightly. But what if there was traffic? What if his friends weren’t ready and he’d have to wait longer? What if-

“Hey, stop that.” Jun placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping Minghao’s mind from wandering. “Everything will be okay, Hao. You’ll get to see her and everyone’s going to enjoy today.”

Jun’s words were supposed to be reassuring, and it helped a bit, but Minghao still couldn’t stop his heart from soaring. He kept on glancing at the mirror a handful of times. Was his shirt okay? Should he change it? He changed his shirt ten times already, maybe he should’ve picked the first piece.

All too soon Jun was hauling Minghao out of his spot and ushering him out the door. Some of the other guys were already in the car, waiting on them. Minghao could almost cry, everything was going as planned. He tried not letting his excitement show, but his friends could all see how much brighter he was. It wasn’t too long before they picked up the last member and hauled their way towards the venue. It was barely midday by the time they got to there. There were so many people in line already, it was making Minghao nervous. You should’ve been there already, you two were so close. There were fans all around, some listening to music, others talking to fellow fans. There was even a random play dance that he so greatly wanted to join. Shivers went down his body looking at everything happening.

He just had to survive a couple more hours before he got to see you. His heart couldn’t stop beating erratically even as his friends were talking. Sure, they were a good distraction with all their jokes. Even Woozi stepped in for the random play dance at some point. It was fun with his group and they were able to keep his thoughts from going haywire.

“So,” Seungcheol started, “you excited for this show, Hao?” A smirk appeared on his face and everything turned their heads to look at the mentioned boy. Minghao scowled at his friends while everyone snickered; they knew that he was especially nervous for today’s show.

“You know what you’re going to say?” Dino chimed in.

“If you don’t, we’ll tell her all about-“

“Please don’t embarrass me in front of her,” Minghao groaned. It was enough that they were all going to be there when he finally sees her, he didn’t really need them to embarrass him further. Luckily, their conversation diverged from teasing him and they were on to another topic.

It wasn’t too long before everything took place. It was almost too much for Minghao’s heart to bear. Thirty minutes until the show started. His friends were all in position and everyone else were all starting to come into the venue. Looking from where he was, there was so many people coming in. It made his heart swell with pride that these many people were here for the concert; it was unbelievable. Thirty minutes slowly turned into twenty, which turned into ten, and then everything went dark.

His heart was thumping that he was sure everyone could hear it. He looked around at all his friends; they were all smiling brightly, their energies all coming together. The fans all started screaming, waving their lightsticks around like there was no tomorrow. At some point Minghao thought he was screaming along with the fans; he couldn’t tell and honestly, he didn’t care at this point. He was just as excited as they were, maybe even more.

Then it happened all too quickly. Music started blasting from the speakers and one of the stage panels started rising. Minghao was looking around, searching for wherever you would be. You were here, he knew it, everyone knew. He just needed to see you.

“Is everybody ready?!” Bright lights came on, hitting each member one by one. It was a surreal moment, everything seemed ethereal. He saw you; he really saw you. He swore that your eyes swept by him as the introduction song came on, and all too soon, your eyes were settling forward, you and your members dancing and singing to the beat of the song. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you; you danced so perfectly and in sync with the music, he can only imagine to dance with you someday.

The song ended quickly and the fans continued to scream. You grabbed a water bottle at the end of the stage as you and the other members walked towards the middle of the stage. You waved towards the crowd, your smile beaming and eyes crinkling with joy.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to our show, we hope you enjoy this moment with us!” The leader of your group stated. The fans once again screamed which made you laugh lightly. You were the last one to be introduced and Minghao’s attention was all on you.

“Hello, it’s (Y/n)! I’m so excited to be here and have such a good time with you all! My heart is beating so fast, thank you all for your support!” You once again swept your eyes across the crowd and Minghao could feel his heart stop as you paused upon looking at him and his group. Minghao would like to think that you stopped because you saw him, but maybe it was being of the onslaught of males that were all near the stage. You smiled once more before you went back to your group to perform the next set of songs.

Song after song you would perform your heart out and it filled Minghao with a sense of tranquility. Your voice was soothing no matter what song was being played. He would shyly wave his own lightstick with the other fans. His smile seemed to be forever etched on his face just seeing you perform. The room illuminated with joy and exuberance; you had the whole crowd in a trance. Each song was played beautifully, the dancing was always in sync. To think that you had only debuted for a little over a year was phenomenal. This moment was so perfect, he wished it could last forever. Such grace and perfection shouldn’t end, he didn’t want it to end. But then, your farewells came on, and Minghao, along with every other fan let out a small groan of sadness.

“Ah, I really don’t want this concert to end,” you walked around the stage, gently waving to all the fans. “You all were so amazing, this has been so much fun. I hope you continue to support us in the future through all our endeavors. I promise to work hard for not just myself, but for all the fans that we have. You all make me the happiest when I feel down, I love your encouragement and hope that we can make many memories like this again. Thank you.”

Another song blasted through the speakers as soon as you finished your farewell speech. Everyone was screaming and waving as you and your members walked along the stage to greet the fans. Minghao was thankfully pushed to the front with his friends surrounding him. He pulled out his phone if only to get a chance to take a picture of you so close. You looked so pretty and happy, and his excitement rose as you bent down around his area to wave to fans. He snapped a couple photos of you even if you weren’t looking in his direction; he was just happy to be so close to your presence. As he was entranced by you, he didn’t notice the other guys looking at each other, each of them marking the same smirk on their phases.

In sync, they all cupped their hands around their mouths and bellowed out, “(Y/N)!” You swiftly turned your head towards them, it wasn’t hard hearing twelve loud men calling out to you. “XU MINGHAO LOVES YOU!”

If there was any moment where he wanted to die, Minghao would pick that. All the guys pointed towards him and your eyes roamed around until you caught sight of the blushing man surround by his friends. Oh, how he wanted to curl up and die right then and there, but not without dragging all his friends with him.

‘I’m seriously going to kill them after this concert is over.’

He expected you to wave them off, think of them as delusional fans and be on your way. He had never felt such embarrassment before in his life.

“I love you too!”

An airy laugh sounded out from your microphone and you gracefully stood from where you were and made your way over to him and his friends. His friends were all screaming, giving Minghao a small slap on the back as you waved at all of them. Minghao still had his phone in hand, outstretched towards the stage. His mind was completely blank as you crouched in front of him. He didn’t hear what you had said to the staff member next to you, but in an instant, the staff had taken his phone and given it to you. This was when Minghao.exe stopped working. You were really taking selfies on his phone?! Did he somehow die and go to heaven? He was completely dazed after that point. He didn’t notice when his phone returned to his hand and he didn’t notice his friends all teasing him yet congratulating him for this accomplishment. The concert ended soon after that, fans reluctant to leave-Minghao reluctant to leave. He followed his friends out of the venue, phone in one hand and lightstick in the other. There was a glow to his face after all the occurrences that had transpired. He was giddy, happy, sad, enamored…so many emotions wanted to poor out of him all at once.

When he finally came to his senses, he was quick to unlock his phone and go to his photos. There on the top were two new photos: both of you. His heart continued to swell, and he couldn’t shake off the huge smile that spread across his face. He didn’t care if his group could see, these photos were for him, taken on his own phone.

While you may not know who he is, Minghao was glad that you cared for every one of your fans. You would probably never realize how much of an inspiration you were to him. Minghao slept that night without any worries and dreamt of an infinite amount of possibilities where maybe one day, roles were reversed, or you’d meet again on an off-chance. Maybe those days would come, but for now, he’d settle on being a fan and showering you with love and encouragement.

、ヽ｀、ヽ｀ヽ、｀ヽ、

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Hope you all liked this! It’s my first time writing on this account after ~2years. I had inspiration and motivation again after going to the Svt concert. Hopefully I’ll be able to make more of these in the future. Let me know if you liked this. I had this idea for quite some time, but never had the desire to write this until now and with The8! He’s such a precious boy, I love him so much!

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[ENG] History3: Trapped Novel - Chapter Seven (Finally!!)

~6,800 words (translated by @weilongfu proofread by @stebeee)

Translation Masterpost can be found here

Disclaimer: Translations are entirely mine and Wei’s - these are not official translations and some phrases have been changed for better English interpretation so you’ll definitely see better/different translations elsewhere. Also keeping in mind when we translated this we aren’t exactly thinking about the style of writing and this translation is as close to the novel as we can make it XD So yes, some parts may be a little awkward to read. And yes some teeny weeny details and words may not turn up in the translation because the Chi to Eng mind acrobatics didn’t work out. If you see asterisks, scroll all the way to the bottom for notes!

***Note: Also I just wanted to explain why Chapter 7 took so long - When I first started this project, Wei offered to help me out even though he’s not fluent in Chinese, and he’s been working so hard at learning AS HE TRANSLATES and that’s mindblowing! So it took a while longer than usual, but it’s amazing that Wei managed to translate a full chapter by himself knowing minimal Chinese, and that’s why I don’t mind waiting for the chapters to be completed. I can safely say after learning a gazillion languages over the years that I CANNOT translate any other language just like that. So you guys have Chapter Seven today because of him!!! And that being said, we’ll try to get the chapters up faster next time! Thanks for waiting guys!!!***

Full chapter below the cut

Meng Shao Fei’s house

Just stepping into the house via the entrance, Tang Yi could already see the side of the wall filled with relevant information on Xing Tian Meng’s boss and related individuals, and also a personally hand-drawn wanted poster, with the height clearly marked.

“Tang Yi, 28 years old, height 182 cm, but… am I that ugly?”

He points at the hand-drawn wanted poster and laughs.

“Yes!”

Shao Fei, who stepped into his house just a moment too late, rushes over quickly as he tries to block the picture and all the information about Tang Yi with his body.

“What are you so nervous for? But…”

Tang Yi deliberately leans in close to the panicking man trying to hide the board and whispers in his ear, “You really do know me.”

All the basic details of height, weight, his dominant right hand, frequently visited places, people he was in contact with, even details he never noticed before were on Shao Fei’s board.

“Don’t change the subject, what did you just say downstairs? Say it again.”

Unafraid of the imposing eyes of the other, Shao Fei looks at the man who just kissed him in the hospital earlier.

Tang Yi takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over his wrist, repeating the words he said earlier, “I said that I’m not sure of your feelings, but we can try.”

“Hey, just now at the hospital everyone found out, and now you come and say you’re not sure? Are you trying to mess with my feelings?”

“It’s because I don’t want to mess with you that I want to make it clear.”

He puts his warm palm gently to Shao Fei’s face, saying seriously, “After all, I’ve never had anyone like you, someone that I care so much about.”

Tang Yi thought he had insulated his life from feelings, that it was impossible to find his rib like Boss Tang had said, but still this person was now put into the most important place in his heart.

He cares, and he is interested in Shao Fei.

“Sure enough, the person who falls in love with the other first loses the most. Forget it. Anyway, the fact that I like you is my business, whether you can like me or not is up to you.”

Shao Fei waves him off in a dismissive gesture and tips his chin up to look at Tang Yi confidently. “But I am really handsome, it’ll be difficult for you to not fall in love with me.”

“Oh really?” Tang Yi smiles, opening his arms after taking a step back and says, “How about, I’ll give you a chance to seduce me.”

“Don’t, don’t think that I won’t dare to do it, I’m afraid you can’t stand it,” Shao Fei retorts, puffing his chest out and showing no signs of weakness.

He didn’t expect the topic to suddenly turn so suggestive and sensual.

“Oh? Come try.”

“Try me, who’s afraid, huh? Anyway, we’re both men so why do we need to talk so much? Let’s just do it.”

“You’re right, then I... ...”

As he speaks, Tang Yi unexpectedly moves forward and puts his arm around Shao Fei’s waist, turning them around and pressing Shao Fei against the wall. He removes Shao Fei’s jacket and unbuttons his own shirt, revealing strong chest muscles.

“Nervous?”

Shao Fei lifts his chin and stutters, “No, no, I’m actually enjoying this, continue, continue!”

He did not know how red his cheeks are and soon, his ears would be too.

Tang Yi’s slender fingers are pressed to Shao Fei’s chest. As he slowly unbuttons Shao Fei’s shirt, one button at a time, he smiles, enjoying the way Shao Fei’s breathing quickens up because of what he’s doing.

"One button left.”

He speaks with a tone filled with want and lust, the words gently drifting into Shao Fei’s ear.

As he just said, although he is not sure what he feels about Shao Fei, there is one thing he is very sure about, and that is, he longs for this person -- he wants Shao Fei.

Tang Yi puts his dry lips to Shao Fei’s already red ears and bites down on the soft earlobes.

“Hurts!”

Before Shao Fei can even protest at that, the bitten area is licked by a moist tongue tip as Tang Yi licks the bitten area and Shao Fei’s wrinkled brow becomes wrinkled for another reason.

"Tang… Tang Yi…”

"Hm?”

The man focused on the ear responds lazily. He then slides down, sniffing at Shao Fei and smelling the faint disinfectant from the hospital. Tang Yi then kisses Shao Fei’s neck.

“Ha… Haaa… Ha…”

The temperature rises.

Tang Yi stares intently at Shao Fei's strong chest muscles and touches with his palms. The two people standing so close to each other and listening to each other's accelerating heartbeat fall into the rhythm of exploring lust.

Suddenly, all the movements stop instantly.

“....”

Tang Yi crouches low to the ground, looking at the wound covered heavily with gauze, and his heart hurts so much that his brows furrow.

Shao Fei also notices the man's gaze, intent on his left abdomen. He says reassuringly, “Don't worry, it doesn't look so serious, it’s the shady doctor. He really went overboard with the dressing.”

“...”

Tang Yi kneels on the ground, then suddenly removes the gauze to reveal the scar left from blocking the bullet for Zuo Hong Ye. First, he touches it carefully with his fingertips, then kisses the wound that almost caused him to lose this person in front of him.

“What are you doing? Hey…”

The still healing wound will ache even if it is touched gently, but because it is Tang Yi’s lips that are on his skin now, so aside from the faint tingle of pain, Shao Fei is also filled with an indescribable sensation.

“This can’t happen a second time, I’ll go crazy.”

The words Tang Yi said on the hospital roof earlier, once again reaches Shao Fei’s ears.

"I... I’m going to the bathroom.”

The burning gaze rakes over Shao Fei’s hot body. Just now, Shao Fei arrogantly asked who was afraid, but now in panic, it is Shao Fei who pushes Tang Yi aside, entering the bathroom, and locking the door after him.

“Fuck! That guy can fucking flirt.”

Gasping as he pulls down his jeans, Shao Fei lowers his head and looks at the already quite stiff lower part of his body, then slaps his forehead. Red-faced, he says, “Meng Shao Fei, you are still too inexperienced.”

Pushed backwards and sitting down on the floor, Tang Yi sits stunned for a few seconds in confusion before returning to himself. He braces himself on his knee and stands up slowly. Chuckling, he looks at the door his host has locked and licks the dry corners of his rough lips.

…

“You can cook?”

“Boss Tang taught me.”

Tang Yi gives Shao Fei the chopsticks he was holding. The two sit at opposite sides of the dining table and dig into the freshly made home-cooked food.

“You should return to Investigation Team Three. It’s safer than being here with me.”

Shao Fei stops and puts down his chopsticks, wondering why Tang Yi would say this suddenly. “Why?”

“The enemy’s target is me.”

Tang Yi opens a can of cola and pours it into their glasses. If he had to say which parts of his life changed the most after getting to know Shao Fei better, then aside from his feelings towards the man, Tang Yi would say that his eating habits have changed the most.

“So do you know who did it?”

The man sitting opposite Tang Yi picks up his cup of cola and drinks a few mouthfuls as he asks.

“You don’t need to deal with this, I will handle it.”

“Shooting at a police officer is a serious crime. How can I possibly ignore that and let you handle this secretly?”

“...”

Tang Yi continues to eat the food in his bowl, and does not answer him.

“Tang Yi, tell me, are there any other issues between you and Chen Wen Hao?”

No matter how much he thinks about it, he just can’t comprehend it. The reforming of Tang Yi’s businesses has been ongoing for years. Why would he suddenly want to turn around and cut off the Cambodian drug lord’s drug routes?

For money?

If it was for money, then continuing to traffick drugs would be the most profitable route.

To contend for territory?

Cambodia and Taiwan are two separate territories. Even if Xing Tian Meng really took over Chen Wen Hao’s Cambodian territory, who would be given that territory to manage and take charge of is another question.

If it isn’t for these two reasons, then there is only one explanation.

Chen Wen Hao and what happened four years ago are connected!

“Promise me that you won’t have anything to do with this anymore and I’ll tell you, otherwise don’t ask questions.”

Shao Fei is dumbfounded as he looks at Tang Yi’s expression, which is telling him that this matter is non-negotiable. He sighs.

“What really happened four years ago for you to have to hide it like this?”

Tang Yi puts down his bowl and chopsticks, and looks at the young police officer who is already aware of all the clues. Unlike before when all he felt was irritation and anger when Shao Fei hounded him with questions, he now responds slowly, his voice soft.

“Have you ever been alone, without anyone in the world to care about you?”

“...”

Shao Fei calmly looks at the man sitting opposite him, waiting since Tang Yi has not finished speaking.

“My childhood passed like this. Nobody loved me. Nobody cared about me. I was like an invisible person who couldn’t be seen. Even if I passed in front of my adoptive father, I couldn’t get any response from him. Until I met Boss Tang.”

“Boss Tang made me realise that someone loved me, but on that day, four years ago, he fell in front of me, fell in a pool of his own blood…”

Tang Yi’s voice is so calm that it’s as if he’s talking about something that happened to someone else. Bit by bit, his voice begins to rise, filling with murderous intent.

“If someone ruined the things that someone else finally attained after so much difficulty, Shao Fei, you tell me, does that person deserve to die?”

Tang Yi says that very last sentence through gritted teeth.

Shao Fei takes a deep breath and after a moment of silence, holds Tang Yi’s tightly held fist on the table and asks, “So these four years, you were unwilling to reveal any clues about the murder case, all because you want to take revenge yourself?”

“That’s all I can say about this. Everything else, I have no comments..”

“But Tang Yi, the best revenge isn’t punishing him illegally, but to bring the murderer to justice.”

“No!”

Tang Yi removes Shao Fei’s hold, pushes back his chair, and suddenly stands up.

“I will not give him to anyone.”

A silence hangs in the air between them.

With reddened eyes, Shao Fei stands up and looks straight at the young Xing Tian Meng leader determined on revenge.

“But, Tang Yi… If you persist in doing this yourself, as a police officer, I can only act according to the law.”

“You do what you have to do. And I will do what I should do,” Tang Yi says, taking his bowl and chopsticks from the table and heads towards the kitchen counter with his back faced to Shao Fei.

Zhao Zi’s House

“You didn’t have to escort me home.”

“How will I have an excuse to come in if I don’t escort you home?”

Jack enters the house behind Zhao Zi, carrying a bag and together they walk through the house door.

“If you want to come over, just tell me directly. Anyway, Ah Fei and the rest often come here to stay.”

Without thinking of the meaning of Jack’s words, Zhao Zi continues the conversation.

He then takes the bag from Jack’s hand and picks out the dirty clothes from inside, moving to stand before the washing machine and dumping all the garments in.

“Lousy Ah Fei, he actually gave me his dirty clothes to wash,” mumbles Zhao Zi.

Jack smiles a little as he watches Zhao Zi grumble as he works and then asks, “Since you don’t want to do it, why didn’t you refuse?”

“But he’s injured! What do we do if he pulls open his wound? Who asked me to be his good brother, so I suppose I just have to help him wash his clothes!”

“Don’t you think you’re very contradictory?”

“Contradictory? How so?”

“Your mind.”

Zhao Zi turns and glares at Jack, while Jack continues to smile and shrugs his shoulders. He asks, “Shorty, what do you think about the relationship between my boss and your bro?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean they are both men, but they have fallen in love with someone of the same gender, so…”

“Are you looking down on my bro?”

Once Zhao Zi hears these words, he stops loading the washing machine and looks at Jack the way he would look at an enemy. If Jack dares to show even the slightest bit of dislike or disgust, then Zhao Zi will kick him out immediately.

“No matter who Ah Fei likes, I will stand by his side and support him. If you look down on him, then you aren’t my friend.”

Not expecting that the ordinarily gentle rabbit also has times when he will display such a fit of rage, Jack suddenly reaches out and grips at Zhao Zi’s wrists, holding them over his head against the wall next to the bathroom.

After sticking Zhao Zi’s entire body against the wall, Jack looks at the small police officer who has been constantly making him experience new emotions since the day they met with heated eyes.

“I’m hungry. Can I eat?”

“Huh?”

Unable to comprehend what is going on, Zhao Zi stares at Jack with wide eyes, absolutely dumbfounded.

“If y-you are hungry, there’s instant noodles in the kitchen, you can eat…”

“But what I want to eat is you.”

This time, even someone as slow as Zhao Zi finally understands what he means.

“Y-you, what do you want to do?”

With a roguish smile, Jack shamelessly says, “Didn’t you say you support Meng Shao Fei liking men? Since you support him, you should also support me. Who asked you to attract me to you like this? So. You. Have. To. Take. Responsibility!”

“I do support him, but I never said I would support myself!”

Zhao Zi pushes at the man who has trapped him between the wall and his chest muscles, and runs away from the lustful gaze eyeing his ass.

“Damn!”

Jack pulls the corners of his mouth into a bitter smile, then chases after the fleeing shorty with quick steps.

A few minutes later, Jack successfully catches Zhao Zi, throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him back to the bedroom. After finally catching his prey, Jack throws Zhao Zi down onto the bed and presses his own body over Zhao Zi’s. He does not stop kissing Zhao Zi until he gasps for air and only when Zhao Zi has no more strength to resist does Jack carry the weak-kneed host back downstairs. Jack cooks him a sumptuous dinner, and after, he will continue to “feed” his shorty.

High-class restaurant

“Mr. Zhao, as expected, you are young and full of promise. No wonder Ah Yi praises you.”

Zuo Hong Ye lifts her wine glass and smiles as she looks at the thirty-one year old boss of Peng Cheng Construction, Zhao Ren Guang.

At the other table, Gu Dao Yi takes a sip of coffee as he pays attention to the ongoing situation.

“You don’t need to worry about him. Uncle Dao Yi is only here with me as my bodyguard, nothing more.”

Ren Guang nods his head and says, “Actually, I arranged this dinner with CEO Zuo not only to talk about business, but also to get to know you better.”

“Is that so?”

Hong Ye bright red lips curve up as she smiles.

“As a matter of fact, I admire how resolute and decisive CEO Zuo is in business. Prior to this, I ran into Mr. Tang opportunely at a cocktail party and shamelessly talked to him. I told him that if given the opportunity, I would love to have a meal with you.”

“It sounds like you really like me. But, most men, once they hear about my background, they tend to stay away. Zhao Ren Guang, aren’t you afraid?”

Hearing Hong Ye directly say his name, Ren Guang resolves to immediately explain his feelings and confess to Hong Ye.

“Hong Ye, I like you. I hope to date you under the premise of marriage.”

This confession not only caused the person being confessed to some surprise, and even Dao Yi immediately raises his head at the next table to look at Hong Ye.

Hong Ye lifts the wine glass in her hand, taps it against Ren Guang’s, and boldly answers, “Good! I like straightforward men, I agree with you, let’s date with the intent of marriage.”

Later, after the dinner and on her way back to the company, Hong Ye sits in the back of the car, looking out the window at the scenery with an expressionless face.

“Miss, don’t be impulsive in your decision.” Dao Yi looks at Hong Ye through the rear view mirror and finally breaks his silence to speak.

“I’m just making the best choice for Shi Hai Corporation. Besides, Zhao Ren Guang is also about the same age as me, and he’s so successful. Most importantly, he likes me.”

“But… You don’t love him…”

“What about it? Rather than being so thick-skinned and shameless, pestering a man that will not fall in love with me, I’d rather take it easy, and choose someone who actually likes me. So give me your blessing, Uncle Dao Yi.”

“...”

From the beginning to the end, Hong Ye’s gaze does not turn to Dao Yi.

Dao Yi’s state of mind is complicated. As he looks at the road ahead, he does not know what he should say.

…

Team 3’s office, busy as always.

“I’m going out for a bit.”

Zhou Guan Zhi picks up something wrapped in a brown paper bag and moves around his other coworkers who are currently busy discussing other matters. Two of them reply after with, “Be safe!” before continuing from where they left their conversation.

Under the complete cover and protection of his safety helmet, Ah Zhi rides his motorcycle through the streets and small alleys. As if he is looking for something, he frequently looks around, seemingly looking at every possible surveillance camera’s location as if afraid the cameras would capture his whereabouts, until he is sure there is no one following him. Guan Zhi parks his bike in a parking spot next to a multi-storied building. He removes his helmet, gets up, and tugs on his t-shirt and hat, then enters the building.

Inside the building, in front of a row of storage lockers and after making sure no one has followed him, he then puts the brown paper bag inside a locker and puts in two 10 yuan coins to lock it. Guan Zhi takes the key and puts it into an envelope he prepared beforehand and walks away.

A few hours later, a male with a large build comes to the locked locker and inserts the key from inside an envelope into the keyhole. He takes out a brown paper bag from inside the locker and hides it inside his jacket, then turns to leave.

“Hn.”

A red-haired man comes out from the corner he was hiding in and sends the photo he took of the transaction to a certain someone.

Tang Residence

“Happy birthday,” Shao Fei says to Tang Yi the birthday star who is looking over old memories, while carrying in cake as he enters the study.

Singing off key but very seriously, Shao Fei sings the happy birthday song once in Chinese and once again in English. Then he lights the cake’s six candles and puts it on the table.

Shao Fei picks up his cellphone and continues to read the horoscope description of the person born on this day from the internet, then ridicules.

“Don’t be so touched. No matter what, I did chase you for four years, of course I know today is your birthday. October 21st, Libra. The person born on this day, regardless of personality or opinion, is different from ordinary people, and especially when it comes to your personal affairs, your attitude becomes even more stubborn and difficult to deal with. How true! Accurate!”

“...”

Tang Yi looks at the person in front of him. His eyes tear up.

When Shao Fei entered the room earlier, he didn’t really notice, but Tang Yi has a box placed right in front of him, and inside there’s a birthday hat, cookbook, model airplane, and also a distinctly modeled music box.

Shao Fei points at the music box inside the box and says, “Li Zhen Jie also has a similar music box, what a coincidence!”

“Is it? This is the only thing my mother gave me.”

“...”

Cursing himself in his head for being so insensitive, Shao Fei hastily changes the topic, grabbing two birthday hats. Shao Fei puts one on his head and the other he gives to Tang Yi.

“Come on, put it on, put it on!”

Tang Yi looks at the child sized birthday hat in his hand and says with a bitter laugh, “I wore this when I was little.”

“Wear it and let me see! Just once every year, that’s all!”

Ordinarily, the serious Tang Yi would resist, but at his lover’s request, Tang Yi obliges and places the childish hat on his head. Then he turns to the cake candles, closes his eyes, and makes a wish.

“Tang Yi.”

“Hm?”

“Can I have a wish?”

“Sure.”

Tang Yi opens his eyes to look at the man who suddenly put forth this request. After clasping his hands together, Shao Fei looks at the jumping candle flames and says, “I hope from now on I will be by your side for every birthday. With me around, you’ll never be alone again.”

Then he bends his waist and blows out the candles.

“Meng Shao Fei…”

With red-rimmed eyes, Tang Yi softly calls out Shao Fei’s name.

“What do you want-… hm… hng…”

In this room lit only by a single lamp, Tang Yi’s hands reach for Shao Fei’s waist as he breathes in and then passionately kisses Shao Fei.

“Today… You don’t… Haaa… You, this way… I will…”

“Will what?”

Letting go of his red and swollen lips, Tang Yi looks into Shao Fei’s eyes and ask, even though he already knows the answer.

“I’ll get hard! Idiot!”

He is a normal man, so faced with so much passion from the person he likes, how could there be no physiological reaction? Tang Yi breathes in deeply, then says, “Did Jiang Jin Tang say when you could remove your stitches?”

If it wasn’t because Tang Yi was worried about Shao Fei’s still recovering wound, the two of them would have already taken the next step in their relationship.

“Next month.”

“After your stitches are removed, don’t think about running away again,” Tang Yi says, the sentence phrased almost as a demand, as he tries to repress his lustful gaze on the other man’s face, flushed red due to the increase in body temperature between them.

“Nnn.”

Shao Fei nods and the corners of his mouth curve upwards. Then, he takes the initiative and kisses the birthday boy.

“...”

Standing downstairs is Li Zhi De. He sees the reflection of two shadows on the window curtain, hatefully tightening his fist.

… (WARNING, Attempted sexual assault ahead) ...

Li Zhi De sits in the driver’s seat, constantly watching Tang Yi’s movements through the rearview mirror. Several times, he narrowly escapes being caught by Tang Yi, his gaze moving aside anxiously.

Tang Yi, who’s been busy with work all morning, finally puts down the tablet in his hands and takes a bottle of mineral water from inside the backseat chest. Ah De grips the steering wheel with both hands tightly.

The traffic light changes in his distraction, and it is only when the cars behind them start to impatiently honk that Ah De’s tears his eyes away from the rearview mirror, stepping on the accelerator and continuing the drive.

Tang Yi puts down the water bottle, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Ah De’s back.

After picking up his cell phone and sending a text, he suddenly says, “I want to go to the office, I still have things to do. Turn around and head for the office.”

“Yes.”

A few minutes later, Ah De who has been looking at Tang Yi seated in the back through the rearview mirror, watches as his boss closes his eyes in sleep. With a dark look, Zhi De turns the car around, in a direction bringing them away from the office.

“Boss? Boss?”

Zhi De pulls the car to a stop at the side of a remote street. He goes over to the back seat and gets inside. He grabs Tang Yi’s arm and softly shakes it until he is certain Tang Yi is under the influence of the drugs he put in the mineral water.

Finally, he picks up the courage to caress at Tang Yi’s lips and pours out his intentions.

“I’ve been by your side for so many years… Finally… I can be this close to you, so close that there is no space between us.”

Ah De loves this man. Loves him so painfully. Loves him so bitterly.

On-call practically 24 hours, not only out of obligation as a bodyguard, but more importantly, because he is willing. In the beginning, Ah De and other young Xing Tian Meng members were all the same, reluctant to accept Tang Yi as their new leader. Why was this person so important to Boss Tang? However, the more time they spent together, the more he began to think that Tang Yi should be in this position -- because he is strong enough!

Hence, Ah De’s feelings for Tang Yi gradually went from simple admiration and loyalty as a brother to feelings he could not speak of. Yet, all he could do was to suppress and repress, locking up his true feelings in his heart.

“At first, I thought you only like women, but you also like men.”

Ah De tears away Tang Yi’s necktie and throws it outside the car. He pulls apart Tang Yi’s suit and starts unbuttoning the shirt. Suddenly, a cell phone ringtone plays from inside the suit pocket. Ah De takes out the cell phone and looks at the screen and sees it is a text from Jack. He moodily hangs up the call then leans on Tang Yi’s chest and kisses his neck over and over.

“But why is it Meng Shao Fei? Why isn’t it me? Why?” Ah De asks desperately, crying out and his gaze coloured with madness.

For this man, he has done so many things. He should be the right person for Tang Yi, to stand at Tang Yi’s side and not the damn police officer who never sacrificed as much as Ah De did, but was still so easily able to obtain all of Tang Yi’s affections.

“Why should it be you?”

Ah De freezes immediately at the cold, low tone. Stunned, he looks at the Xing Tian Meng leader who should, in theory be out cold for eight hours, but here he is, glaring at him with contempt.

“I love you so much, in what ways can I not compare with Meng Shao Fei?” Ah De shouts as his hands go to Tang Yi’s neck, tightening his grip.

He pounces on the lips he has yearned for day and night, but Tang Yi pulls his left leg back and strikes at Ah De’s crotch fiercely with his knee. The pain forces Ah De to loosen his grip on Tang Yi’s neck.

“Ah!”

“Li Zhi De! You’re crazy!”

“Yes! I am crazy! I’ve been crazy since the day I found out I was in love with you!”

Enduring the terrible pain from his crotch, Ah De throws himself on Tang Yi again. Although Tang Yi realized there was a problem with the mineral water earlier and was only pretending to be unconscious, he did drink a few sips anyway and before the drugs began to work, Tang Yi pulls on the rear left seatbelt, and winds it around Ah De’s neck, choking him until his face turns purple.

Only then does Tang Yi loosen his hold on the seatbelt and kicks the man who was almost choked to death out of the car.

Tang Yi’s phone lights up with Jack’s caller ID again. After all, Ah De has been at Tang Yi’s side the longest, so he is well aware that the red-haired man is definitely somewhere nearby. Quickly, he unwinds the seat belt from around his neck and flees.

Tang Residence

Eight hours later, Xing Tian Meng brothers escort Li Zhi De back to Tang Yi’s house with his face beaten and covered in fresh blood. He sits securely tied up in the same chair that the man who shot at Shao Fei and Hong Ye once sat at.

“You’re quite bold. Not only did you continue to sell drugs behind my back and send people to assassinate me, you even worked with outsiders to ambush the police.”

Ah De looks away and with trembling lips, says “I… I didn’t! I didn’t…”

Knock knock!

Knocks on the door come unexpectedly.

“Come in.”

The guard in charge of guarding the room on the outside opens the door and lets Jack into the room, in his hands another man. Jack smiles after a quick sweep of his eyes over Ah De and says, “Boss, this man works for He Hang. Not only did he help He Hang get the goods, he is also the person who brought men to attack Officer Meng and Hong Ye.”

“...”

Ah De looks at the person who was caught, and his heart grows cold. Indeed, this man works for He Hang and it is also through him that information on Xing Tian Meng’s key members, as well as both legal and illegal transaction details, were given to Chen Wen Hao through He Hang.

“Li Zhi De, it really was you leaking my whereabouts.”

Following the kidnapping the other day in the mountains, Tang Yi began to suspect that someone close to him was a traitor. So he gave Jack the task to investigate, but he didn’t expect the person closest to him to be the traitor.

“No! I wouldn’t have let He Hang attack you! Don’t you know I love you? Everything I did was for you, was for Xing Tian Meng!”

“Enough!”

Tang Yi angrily interrupts the self-centered explanation. He walks over to the front of the chair, pulling Ah De up by the collar and roaring, “I kept giving you chances, but the more mistakes you make, the more outrageous you get. Li Zhi De, in your eyes, do you still see me as your boss?”

“Boss…”

Ah De lifts his blood-caked face and painfully says, “I know that in order to fulfil Boss Tang’s last wishes, you have to slowly cut off drug distribution and supply. But do you know you have many brothers rely on this to make a living? I wanted to help you soothe the others, but was also worried you would face retaliation from the members. Have you ever considered how I feel?

“Yes, I wanted to kill Meng Shao Fei, but I never wanted to hurt you. I just can’t accept… Just can’t accept that I do so much silently but do not even have the slightest place in your heart.”

“...”

Shao Fei quietly stands in the open doorway, his feelings complicated as he stares at the person tied to the chair. Ah De also sees him observing him from the side, and uses all his strength to struggle and yell, “MENG! SHAO! FEI! Why is it you! If you disappeared, someday Boss would accept me! WOULD ACCEPT ME!”

Seeing Tang Yi attempting to hit Ah De again, Shao Fei immediately steps forward to stop him.

“Tang Yi, let’s hand them over to the police!”

He did not expect Tang Yi to furiously push him away and charge at Ah De, hurling punch after punch, each more vicious than the last, wiishing to kill the traitor who would dare to harm Hong Ye and Shao Fei.

“Tang Yi! Tang Yi!”

In haste, Shao Fei can only desperately hold on to Tang Yi, who is now fully blinded by anger, and drag him out of the room.

“Why did you stop me!”

Outside of the holding room, Tang Yi throws off Shao Fei’s hold and roars at the person he cares for the most.

“Because I’m a police officer, I cannot watch you torture him yourself!”

“This is Xing Tian Meng’s business! It has nothing to do with the police!”

“Sss….”

In the heat of their argument, Shao Fei suddenly bends over, his hand covering the left side of his belly. In the afternoon, because of the attack on Shao Fei, and because he just exerted himself to stop Tang Yi, the aggressive motions is pulling at his still-recovering wound.

Discovering Shao Fei’s condition, Tang Yi’s mind clears instantly.

“Are you okay? Did your wound open?”

He immediately kneels in front of Shao Fei and pulls his shirt up to examine him. Shao Fei inhales and presses the palms of his hands against Tang Yi’s face.

In a soothing tone, he says, “I’m fine. Promise me you’ll give those two men to me to deal with.”

“...”

Tang Yi lifts his head to look at the obvious victim who still persists in upholding the law and remains silent.

Shi Hai Corporations, Underground Parking Lot

Li Zhi De’s actions have allowed the conflict between people for and against Xing Tian Meng’s reforms to come to the surface. In order to protect Hong Ye’s and ensure her safety, Tang Yi makes the decision to let her leave Taiwan temporarily and go abroad.

Knowing that no matter how she argues, Hong Ye cannot change Ah Yi’s mind, and so she agrees to leave Taiwan and proceeds to take up Zhao Ren Guang’s invitation to go to Helsinki with him.

“Just get one ticket to Helinski. I can go over by myself.”

Hong Ye walks out of the elevator, heading for the spot where she parked her car.

“Miss, but I promised Boss Tang that I would be just like your father, and accompany and take care of Miss.”

Dao Yi stopped in his footsteps, startled, staring as he then took a few more steps, then stopped again, turning around to look at Hong Ye.

“I’m not a little girl anymore, so I will go alone. You stay here and help Ah Yi with other things.”

Always a mature man whose emotions never show on his face, Dao Yi agitatedly walks to where Hong Ye stands and firmly says, “I won’t leave you.”

SLAP!

“What do you want me to do?”

Heavily swinging her palm across Dao Yi’s cheek, Hong Ye’s eyes are red with fury as she angrily yells at the man standing in front of her.

“I confess to you, you say these feelings are not real. I finally let go and start to date someone else, but you say you can’t leave me. Gu Dao Yi, why do you give me hope every time I let go? Do you know how cruel you are, to do this to me? Do you that you being like this is painful for me? Do you know that at all?”

“...”

Dao Yi closes his eyes and furrows his brows. Regardless of past or present, her tears always make his heart hurt.

Hong Ye sniffs and says in a self-mocking tone, “Forget it. No matter what, I’ll always be a little girl in your eyes, and not a woman that will ever earn your affections.”

“Gu Dao Yi, from today I release you. I won’t confess and bother you again. So please I’m asking you to let go. Let me choose someone who can give me happiness and not embrace something destined to fail and disappoint me every time.”

Hong Ye turns back and barely takes half a step before she is hugged tightly by Dao Yi.

“I’m sorry. I thought I could watch you be together with a better man. I thought I could accept just being your protector… but I was wrong. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to watch you leave me. I don’t want to let you say you like someone who isn’t me… Hong Ye, I love you. I’ve alwaysm always loved you.”

“...”

Unable to control her tears, they fall down Hong Ye’s face. She struggles to get out of Dao Yi’s arms, then turns around to look at this man who’s finally accepted and faced his own feelings for her. Pulling at his collar, Hong Ye says, fierce, “Gu Dao Yi! If you mess with me again this time, I will definitely kill you! I definitely will!”

The warm and patient man does not answer, only gently wiping away Hong Ye’s tears with his fingertips. And as a man, no longer as a protector, Dao Yi kisses Hong Ye.

Team Three

Shao Fei sits in the office looking over records in the archives again. From the prison visiting records, he can see Chen Wen Hao and Tang Guo Dong had a deep friendship. If not, the leader of Xing Tian Meng would not have visited Chen Wen Hao regularly every week. But the meetings suddenly stopped in the second year. Afterwards, Tang Guo Dong’s name never appears on the prison visiting records signature section again.

Even stranger, later in the year 1990, the records unexpectedly show Li Zhen and Tang Guo Dong’s names at the same time, and the person they both applied to meet was Chen Wen Hao?

“This really is Li Zhen Jie’s handwriting.”

Shao Fei repeatedly checks the handwriting on the records, and he is very sure it is Li Zhen’s signature.

“Are the rumors true?”

The rumors about Li Zhen working together with Xing Tian Meng to traffic drugs have not stopped; however, no one has brought forth clear evidence either. On the other hand, despite his belief and trust in Li Zhen Jie, Shao Fei doesn’t have any evidence in her favour either.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, Shao Fei remembers that there is still someone who might know what happened that year. He then jumps out of his chair and charges straight into the men’s toilet.

“Chief!”

“Fuck! What are you yelling for? My urine has gone back in because of you.”

Captain Shi shivers once in fright while facing the urinal before turning around to curse at Shao Fei.

Shao Fei immediately walks to the captain’s side, grabs his arm, and asks, “Captain, I have a question for you. Did Li Zhen-Jie know Chen Wen Hao?”

“Chen Wen Hao?”

“Chief, think back carefully. Did Li Zhen Jie and Chen Wen Hao ever meet?”

Captain Shi thinks a bit and then says, “When Li Zhen joined Team 3, Chen Wen Hao was already in jail. I don’t think they know each other.”

“But the prison center visiting records have her signature. I verified it. It really is Li Zhen-Jie’s handwriting and she and Tang Guo Dong visited Chen Wen Hao together.”

“Wait, when did this happen?”

“1990.”

Captain Shi pulls the chain, walks over to the sink, and washes his hands. From the mirror, he looks at Shao Fei’s gaze and realises that he looks different, as if he’s testing to see what he really knows.

Unaware of this, Shao Fei furrows his brows and continues, “Chief, do you also think it’s strange? These three people unexpectedly know each other? Could this be related to the case from four years ago?”

In a panic, Captain Shi evades Shao Fei’s interrogating gaze. He flicks the water off his hands and pretending to be calm, he asks, “What else did you find?”

“Nothing else.”

“If you find anything else or some evidence, remember to report to me.”

“Nnn!”

Shao Fei nods and leaves. Captain Shi stands at the sink and looks at his retreating figure, and tightly wrinkles his brows, lost in thought.

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florbexter · 6 years ago

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Any of the prompts for History 2 would be 👍, especially 🐷, 🎉 or 🎆

Can’t believe I’ve never written for our favourite volleyball gays!! Can you believe we’ll get a movie with them??? And they’re in an established relationship? Excuse me while I go scream in my pillow!

Crossing the Line Ficlet

“You can go after you put the trash out,” his boss told him and Yu Hao did a salute.

“Just go you punk,” his boss yelled after him and Yu Hao grinned, picked up the trash bags and went through the backdoor. It drizzled. He jumped down the stairs and tried to put the trash away as quickly as possible.

“You shouldn’t jump down the stairs like that you know? You could hurt yourself.”

Out of surprise Yu Hao let the lid of the trashcan go with a loud bang.

“Zi Xuan?”

Zi Xuan waved at him under his umbrella and Yu Hao quickly stepped under it.

“Hey,” he greeted him and had to smile wide. It had been almost a week without seeing each other. There were little water droplets on Zi Xuan’s glasses and Yu Hao wanted to kiss him so bad it physically hurt.

“Hey,” Zi Xuan said. “You’re done with your shift?”

Yu Hao nodded. “Just have to grab my bag. I thought we wanted to meet later?”

Zi Xuan reached out with his hand and brushed gently through his hair. Yu Hao felt the touch through his whole body.

“Change of plans,” Zi Xuan said and gave him one of his little smiles. “Hurry up and get your bag.”

Yu Hao nodded and hurried inside. When he came out the raining had gotten heavier. Which was kind of nice because they could walk with their side pressed together. People were rushing past them to get out of the rain but Zi Xuan who held the umbrella maintained a relaxed tempo.

“Was your shift okay? No troubles?”

“No troubles. How was your study session?” He found it a bit alarming, the amount of studying Zi Xuan had to do now in university, but he didn’t really care about his own workload for graduation so…

“Where are we going?” he asked before Zi Xuan was able to answer his first question. Zi Xuan led him away from their homes into the heart of Taipeh and Zi Xuan had thought they would eat something and then head to his home.

They stopped in front of automatic doors and Zi Xuan pushed him forward gently. Yu Hao tried to see the sign of the store but Zi Xuan moved them and then they were standing in front of a vending machine. A vending machine with keys in it. Why?

Yu Hao took a shocked step back.

“This is a love motel,” he whispered and grabbed Zi Xuan’s upper arm. “This. is. a. love. motel.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

Yu Hao watched with big eyes how Zi Xuan put money in the vending machine and one of the boxes with a key in it opened after a quiet peep. Zi Xuan took the key and dangled it in front of Yu Hao’s face.

“You don’t want to? Your mum’s home today you said and my sister and my parents are also at my place so I thought…”

Yu Hao stared at the key, a simple silver one, not even a keycard, but with a chain hanging on it. The number 134 stood on it. He looked at Zi Xuan’s face.

Sometimes he forgot. He forgot that Zi Xuan liked him, not as a friend but as a lover. They were boyfriends and Zi Xuan wanted to touch him as much as Yu Hao wanted to. He always suggested going out eating or to meet with their friends because he doesn’t want to burden Zi Xuan with his wants. Sometimes he still thought it was a one-sided love.

He didn’t see the furnishing of the room they entered. He didn’t see the tacky wallpaper, the bowl with the supplies, the red lights installed around the room.

He was too busy kissing Zi Xuan while they stumbled through the room towards the bed. “I missed you,” he mumbled and snickered when Zi Xuan impatiently got rid of his own glasses. “Your knee okay with the weather?”, Yu Hao asked and yelped when he was suddenly thrown onto the bed. Zi Xuan straddled his legs.

“I’ll show you how okay it is.”

They were impatient and hasty, their fingers got in the way of their plans to undress each other but throughout it all there was laughter and kisses. Yu Hao had never imagined that one day he would grave to touch another body so intimately. He knew how to make Zi Xuan gasp and that he would shudder when you kiss his collarbone. That he liked to draw the pleasure out until they were just writhing against each other, messy kisses and really just touching their lips, breathing the same air, while everything went hazy and full of strange colours. Zi Xuan liked it when they looked at each other and when Yu Hao became overwhelmed and closed his eyes he whispered: “Look at me. Look at me.” Yu Hao always forgot about time and where they were and wanted to be intertwined like this with Zi Xuan forever.

Afterwards, they cuddled under the blanket and it was warm where their skin touched.

“I’m not sure if I want to put my glasses back on to see how this room looks like.”

Yu Hao snorted. “Didn’t you looked this place up?”

“Just where it is and the price.”

Yu Hao felt a blush creeping up his neck. “You really have no shame,” he mumbled in the crook of Zi Xuan’s neck. “You could have told me you want some time alone? I know my mum’s schedule.”

“Remember what happened the last time we were in your bed?”, Zi Xuan teased him warmly. Yes… they had fallen out of it. He snuggled closer and Zi Xuan started to stroke his back.

“How long can we be here?”

“A little bit longer.”

“Okay.” Sleeping in Zi Xuan’s arms for a while? That sounded great.

#florbexter writes #history 2: crossing the line #ctl ficlet #crossing the line #zi xuan x yu hao #prompt extravaganza

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yanjuniverse · 6 years ago

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This Small Town; one

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“How was school, bro?” Justin fist bumps Yuqi as she approaches the two of them.

“Boring as always,” she says. She sticks her leg out and pulls her sock down. “Look what I got from soccer!” she says proudly.

“Whoa,” Chengcheng leans down to look at the purple bruise on her leg. “How did you manage that?”

Yuqi shrugs, “My dad says I’m accident probe.”

“Probe?” Chengcheng giggles. “The saying is accident prone, babe. Have you told anyone else that your dad says this?” She shakes her head as Chengcheng stands up. “Okay, good. Be sure you work on your pronunciation.”

“Right,” she nods, lacing her fingers with Justin as they begin to walk home.

Yuqi liked this part of the day - when Chengcheng and Justin would pick her up from school. Since they were let out earlier than her, they started to offer to pick her up and walk her home so that the others wouldn’t have to worry about it. Most days, they’d stop by Linong’s store and see what candies they could talk him into giving them. If Linong was no help, they’d use their allowance and take Yuqi for ice cream at the local ice cream parlour before taking her to the park so she could run her sugar high off. They’re usually back before Xukun is finished with classes and will lounge around until then.

Since Chengcheng was now a high school graduate and taking online courses, he tells Yuqi he might get a job soon.

“Good. Then nobody will chase me around with worms,” she stickers her tongue out.

“Oh, you mean like this one?” Chengcheng grins and pulls a gummy worm from his pocket, causing the little one to scream and clutch into Justin’s side. Justin clicks his tongue and shoves his brother. “What? I’m joking!” Chengcheng laughs as he pulls the pack of candy and throws it into his hands. “Yuqi, I’m a man now. I don’t have time for childish things.”

“Whatever,” Yuqi pouts as they continue their journey home. “My dad says just because your mom let you get tattoos, doesn’t mean you’re still not a cry baby!” Chengcheng scoffs, not feeling the least bit hurt by her words.

They reach the apartment buildings twenty minutes later. Chengcheng and Justin come just in time to see Zhengting. He was a doctor at a hospital nearby. He’s been living in their building for maybe six months now, fresh out of college and just starting his internship at the hospital. He usually bumps into the three on his way out for his night shifts.

“I’ll never understand why someone as rich as you chooses to live in a place as ratty as this,” Justin jokes and Zhengting jogs down the steps.

Zhengting shakes Yuqi’s hair as he passes and then runs backwards. “It’s called student debts! See you later, kids! Make sure to eat all your vitamins!” And just as quickly as he came, he leaves.

“What are student deads?” Yuqi asks Chengcheng. “My uncles are always complaining about it.”

“Student debts is basically money you owe the college you go to that you’ll have to pay back,” he explains simply. “It’s really complicated and stuff unless you get a scholarship.”

“Scholarship? Is that a type of boat?” Justin chuckles at how cute Yuqi is.

“A scholarship is basically just money people give you if you’re good at something or of a certain race or height or even if you’re left handed, like yourself,” he winks at her. “You can even get one for dance or soccer, kid. So, carb up and make the big leagues so I can babysit your couch and TV in the future.”

“You wish,” Yuqi scoffs as she walks up the steps. “My dad says that as soon as we get our own house, you’re not allowed anywhere near it!”

“Did he now?” Chengcheng laughs. He’s immune to these empty threats. Even if Yanjun really did want to keep Chengcheng away, Chengcheng would still be glued to his side. It’s like they’re social soulmates or something, Yanjun swears it. “Well,” Chengcheng laughs as he jumps up from where he was sitting, “you tell your dad to remember that when I make it big.”

“As a what again?”

“An actor,” Chengcheng rolls his eyes. “Your Uncle Zhangjing is right. You’re a shit listener.”

“Yeah? Well you’re a shitty person!” Yuqi retorts.

Justin jumps at her words, covering her mouth. “Yuqi!” he squeals. “No bad words!”

Yuqi manages to pull away from Justin and huffs. “Uncle Zhangjing says that I have every right to curse at Chengcheng-ge if he keeps cursing at me!”

“Yeah, well if your dad hears about this, he won’t be very happy. Now will he?” Justin warns as he picks the extra key from Yuqi’s backpack. He swings the door open to their apartment and toes his shoes off. “Plus, Chengcheng is your gege. You have to speak nicely to him.”

“But Lingong-ge says I don’t have to be nice to anyone who isn’t nice to me,” she says a matter of factly.

Sometimes, Justin wishes Yuqi wasn’t so quick on her toes. He decides to give up the fight as Chengcheng falls on the couch.

“Let’s do homework, yeah?” Justin smiles as he leads her to the kitchen counter. “Ge,” he calls out. “Why don’t you come and cut up some fruit for us to snack on?”

“Why when there’s a pack of oreos in the cabinet?” Chengcheng scoffs, getting up nonetheless. “I’m sure Yuqi would like some oreos.”

“Uncle Chin says that I can’t eat a lot. He says we’re supposed to celebrate something tonight,” Yuqi says as she writes her name on her math assignment. Justin raised his eyebrows. “Daddy applied for a job. It’s at that magazine he’s always reading. The one for parents.”

“Ah,” Justin nods. “The one for iQIYI. I hope he gets sponsored by Nongfu,” Justin pouts. “I can only spend so much on water before I’m flat broke.”

“Aren’t you always flat broke?” Chengcheng jokes as he cuts up some strawberries.

“Not the point,” Justin rolls his eyes.

Chengcheng surpresses his chuckles and continues to cut up a small amount of fruit. He leaves them in a bowl in front of the two before going back to the couch. Meanwhile, Justin helps Yuqi with her division homework and tells her to read ten pages of her book before she can play games on his phone.

Xukun and Ziyi come home from school and work soon after. They both kiss Yuqi on the cheek before moving to bussle around the kitchen.

“Yuqi, why are you still in your uniform?” Xukun ushers her down from her seat at the table. “Go change so you can help me and Ziyi. Okay?” Yuqi groans and trudges off to change. Xukun smiles at Justin. “Staying for dinner?”

“Can’t,” he says as he starts to pack. “Our parents want us to eat some of their food every once in a while. Linkai’s even coming down from his dorm to eat with us.”

“Oh, could you remind Linkai about Yuqi’s dance recital next Friday?” Ziyi says as he shuts the fridge, the dry erase calendar staring at him.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Chengcheng smiles as he approaches the counter. “We’ll be off now, yeah? Save us a slice of cake!” he waves. “Bye Yuqi!” he yells.

“Bye!” her voice faintly replies. The two head out before Yuqi can come back.

Soon enough, Zhangjing comes home to see the guys already prepared the side dishes for tonight. All he has to do is fry the chicken up and everything will be set into place.

When Yanjun comes home, Yuqi is busy setting the table. As soon as she hears the door click, she drops all the forks back onto the table and speeds towards the door.

“Daddy!” she jumps up and down, grabbing into him.

Yanjun picks her up, spinning her around. “Hey bubbly. How was your first day of school?” he kisses her cheek.

“Good! I made a new friend today! Her name is Minnie! Like the mouse!” she says as Yanjun carries her to their bedroom. He places her down on the bed and turns the shower head on. “How was work, Daddy?”

“Hectic as always,” Yanjun throws his apron on the floor. “But guess what Daddy did?”

“What?” Yuqi asks.

“He got a new job at a magazine company! And I’ll get to work from home! Isn’t that exciting?” Yanjun grins. “I’ll actually be home to tuck you in at night, kid!”

“Really?” she grins.

Yanjun nods, leaning down to kiss her nose. “Now you run out there and finish setting up the table while I shower. Okay?” Yuqi nods, her little feet pattering across the floor as she rushes out. Yanjun sighs happily.

Things are finally going right.

They all eat until their bellies pop. Each of the guys wash their food down with a bottle of beer. Yanjun even allows Yuqi to drink a soda because tonight was such a special night.

When they finish up, Yanjun takes Yuqi to lay down in bed since she had school in the morning. He moves to take her socks off so they don’t get lost in the sheets when he notices a big bruise on her leg.

“Yuqs,” he frowns. “What happened this time?”

“I fell while playing soccer,” she explains with heavily lidded eyes.

“You sure?” Yanjun runs his thumb over it. She winces and pulls her leg back. “You gotta be more careful, Yuqs.”

Yanjun thinks that maybe Yuqi is anemic or something. She always has bruises going up and down her body. Part of him hopes that that is the case and that she isn’t being bullied at school. But at the same time, who would bully his Yuqi? She’s the sweetest thing anyone will ever meet until you tick her off. The little girl knows how to pack a punch. He and Ziyi taught her how to after they found out on of the boys at school pushed her off the swingset last year.

“Yuqs,” he whispers.

“Daddy, I want to sleep,” she whines, burying her head into the pillow.

“Yuqi, listen,” he shakes her. She looks up at him with bleary eyes. “If anyone is bothering you at school, you need to tell someone. Okay? A teacher, me, one of your uncles, even Justin or Chengcheng. Don’t let anyone push you around. Got it?”

“Got it,” she nods. “Can I go to bed now?”

Yanjun smiles and presses a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, baby. Sweet dreams.”

“Night,” she yawns right before she fall asleep.

“You should get this one,” Justin points at the mac book. “Our school has these. They’re really cool.”

“We’re not looking for cool, Hao. We’re looking for affordable,” Yanjun rolls his eyes. “Where’s Yuqi?”

“Her and Chengcheng are looking at some toys,” he says as his fingers dance along the keys of the laptops. “I guess an HP could work too. Not my style but-“

“I just need something to type on,” he waves his hand. “That laptop that all of us share has too many viruses. I’ll never get an article done on there.”

“Well maybe you guys should stop downloading so much porn and get a real date,” Justin mutters. Yanjun smacks him on the back of the head, causing the younger one to yelp out in pain. “Hey! I was just saying!”

“I knew I should’ve waited for Linong to get off from school,” Yanjun shakes his head. “He’s smart.”

“I’m smart too!” Justin retorts.

“No, you’re just a smart ass,” Yanjun rolls his eyes. He picks up one of the laptops that aren’t that pricey but also don’t look like they’ll fall apart and decides that it’ll have to do for now. “Go find Yuqi and let’s go.”

“Roger that,” Justin salutes.

Yanjun heads to check out. He was busying himself reading the box that he didn’t even notice that the children had returned until Yuqi called his name. “Yuqs!” he gasps as he sees a tissue shoved up her nose. “What happened?”

“Daddy, you said my nose bleeds whenever it’s too hot,” she explains. “And it’s really hot in here.” She’s right, the heater was on full blast and Yanjun even found himself sweating a bit. “Gege wanted to take me to the bathroom but he said I can’t go in the boys’ bathroom.”

“No, you can’t,” he clicks his tongue, leaning in closer to inspect her skin. “I’m going to buy you a helmet for christmas. Sound good?”

“That’ll totally mess up my hair!” she whines.

Yanjun pecks her forehead then stands up straight. “Chengcheng, you and Justin go take Yuqi to the car so she can get out of here. I’m going to finish checking out.”

They agree and leave with her. At the car, Chengcheng uses a waterbottle to wash her face a bit before buckling her in.

“Yuqi, you have go to start toughening up if you wanna make it to the big leagues,” Chengcheng says. “We need to give you some protein.”

“Dude, she’s like seven. Lay off,” Justin scoffs from where he’s sitting. “Yuqi, you can do whatever you want. Don’t listen to Chengcheng. He’s stupid.”

“Stupid isn’t a nice word!” Chengcheng pouts as he slides into the front seat. “And what do you even wanna be, kid? Ever thought about it yet?”

Yuqi thinks for a second, pondering the thought. “I wanna be like my daddy!” she exclaims.

“You wanna be a waitress?...” Chengcheng questions.

“No, stupid!” Yuqi crosses her arms. Justin tries to hold his laughter in. He’ll let this one slide. “My daddy chased his dream and he’s a writer now. Why do you think we bought a laptop today, huh?”

“Cut the attitude before I cut your hair while you sleep,” Chengcheng snorts.

“Justin-ge!” Yuqi frowns.

“He won’t,” Justin reassures her. “We’re not allowed in your room, remember?”

“Well Chengcheng isn’t allowed to eat candy after dinner but one time, me and my daddy woke up and saw him eating oreos on the couch at like three in the morning!” Yuqi says. “If I wake up and find out my hair is cut, I’m going to punch you, Chengcheng-ge. Uncle Ziyi taught me how to and he’s in boxing!”

“Oh, I’m so scared of a seven year old!” Chengcheng rolls his eyes, reaching back to flick her forehead.

“Hey!” she yells. Just then, Yanjun slides into the driver’s seat. “Daddy! Chengcheng-ge just flicked my forehead!”

“Tattletale,” Chengcheng sticks his tongue out.

“Can’t you pick on someone your own size,” Yanjun groans, flicking his forehead. Chengcheng winces and rubs the spot. “Stop picking on children, you dope.”

“She started it,” he pouts.

“And I’m ending it. God, I thought I was a father of one not two,” Yanjun rolls his eyes. “If you left a mark, I’m going to kick your ass, Fan.” Chengcheng knows it’s an empty threat but either way, still sits as close to the door as possible.

Yanjun backs up the car, turning around to see Yuqi already fast asleep. He smiles at her before turning around to take them home.

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skizmin · 7 years ago

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minghao!soulmate au

prompt: if someone touches you, your soulmate feels warm where you’ve been touched and can sense how you feel about the contact (uncomfortable, calm etc;)

genre: fluff soooo much fluff, soulmates!au, very very brief and vague ment of sexual harassment its tiny pls dont be put off, college!au

a/n: hey minghao, i miss you, please rest lots and become healthy for seventeens next comeback!!

okay so

throughout your younger years youve never really paid much attention to your soulmate, ofc your parents told you when you were about four that the weird warm things you were feeling was your “one true love that you’ll meet later” and whatnot

i mean of course youd chuckle sometimes when your cheeks got all warm and an annoyed feeling fleetingly passed through you knowing your soulmate must be being coddled by one of his aunts or smth

but other than that

you just went on with your life

it wasnt until you were sixteen did you start paying more attention to it

sometimes youd get a bit worried when youd feel a warm spot on your arm and a surge of slight anger in your heart but it was always quickly replaced by happiness

you knew it was his friends hitting him by then so you just chilled tf

even when you felt your ass became VERY warm, you felt the same anger/happiness flow through your body so you just shook the fact that your soulmates ass just got BEAt off and continued what you were doing.

youll have junhui to thank for that later

so by the time you were going into university you had become very aware of the fact that your soulmate was barely ever getting hugs anymore

and you just :^((( poor bby

and an idea popped into your head like !!!

my soulmate feels warm when i get hugged akdfksjla

instantly you were like IM GONNA HUG EVERYONE!!!!! EVEN IF ITS AWKWARD

so like, first day on campus housing grounds you found your dorm house and with that your RA housemate

she was cool and you where like hhhhhhh

i barely know you but

i have this duty of care for my soulmate so im just gonna

and you hugged her rly big and you felt uncomfortable at first but also so proud of yourself like wow

get you a girl like me ;^))

anyway your housemate is like “oooooookay, this is your room here and its just us and three others who’re already here”

youre awkwardly like cool okay see u later

amd ur blushing rly hard but hey at least you did it

anyway fast forward a couple weeks and youre like hugging all your new friends everytime you see them and theyre like wow shes clingy but they still luv you

and youre!!

so!!

comfortable!!

abt doing it now like “hey hugs????? hugs are my shit.” ya feel?

cut over to minghao whos going to the same university as you with junhui

they both moved from china and minghao misses his fam so much :^(((

particuarly his mums hugs which he got all the time and sometimes he thought it was annoying but now hes like hhhh

MUM BRING ME BACK

minghaos mum was also rly open about haos soulmate and loved hearing about her

like one day hao came home (age 18???) fuming bc he felt his chest get warm in class and then his butt and a really strong feeling of fear and uncomfort and disgust filled him and he immediately knew what happened but he didnt feel anything else after that and he was so glad but still and his mum was like hao that happens to girls :^((( im sorry your soulmate must feel awful rn

and hao felt sick in his stomach and he was like “im gonna kill anyone that does that to my soulmate again mum !!!!!!!!

and his mum was so proud

anyway hes almost fluent in korean by now and luckily junhui is good at making friends and found some that speak madarin and korean too so!!

their new friend jackson and some others are constantly with hao and hui being like “no that means square, this is how you say suspense” n shit

and hao learnt rly easily!! so did hui!! anyway

lately hao has been feeling his soulmate hug a lot of people lately and hed be rly happy except hes sorta

“is my soulmate dating someone rn?? :^((”

and hed remind himself you can date whoever you want before you meet him

but hed still be all emo bc he wants love too and he misses his family and hes in a foreign country and hes failing one of his subjects bc how is he supposed to know all the non latin korean terms for all the flowers and plants they get pop quizzes on

and he just wants to hurry up and meet you bc hes all

“everythings gonna be fine when i meet my soulmate!!!!!! theyre gonna make everything perfect for me!!!!!”

like, hao sweetie

calm down

but he’d be so determined like legit whenever junhui was with him and they were around people he’d be like JUNHUI TOUCH MY ARM

and he’d look around frantically for someone being like “tf my arm is warm gosh dang wonder what my soulmates up to lol” but he’d be a bit disappointed every time.

anyway tho so jackson invites him and junhui to his friend jaes party after teaching them all the korean slang shit

legit hes like

“guys. i think youre ready for your first party”

junhui nearly cries

little does he know youre??? invited to the same one by your housemate jimin (jyp gang here we go)

anyway you go to the party and are determined like legit hugging everyone you meet and jimins next to you like

im rly sorry about her dont ask

and minghaos in the kitchen like!!!! wth my soulmate keeps hugging people junhui smh smh

he’s slightly buzzed and hella jealous

anyway he goes to the loungeroom for a sec to find his friend sicheng who just messaged that he was here

and wow best luck ever you walk up to junhui and jae and meet them both!! youre all

JAEE THANKS FOR HAVING THIS PARTY IM Y/N and you give him the biggest hug and then you turn to junhui whos all

hi im junhui

and smiling awkwardly and youre like

NICE TO MEET YOU!!!!!

and give him an even bigger hug than you gave jae and jae and jimin are watching you like wtf and junhuis like awkwardly patting your back and IN COMES MINGHAO WHOS GETTING SICHENG A DRINK

hes like jeSuS chRiSt how many time does she have to hug her s/o in the span of an hour!!!!!!!!

and he feels random extra warmth spurt on his back and hes like what sort bf/gf pats their s/os back lmao and then he seens you hugging junhui and he like

pauses for a second

then hes like haha gtta be a coincidence that i can see a georgeous random stranger hugging my best friend in the same way i can feel my soulmate hugging someone rn

amd junui sees hao and a wave of relief passes over him and he grabs your shoulders and pushes you away like

MINGHAO HEY!!

and you turn around as junhuis like “this is y/n, friend of a friend of jacksons ad jaes”

and minghaos like HOLY SHIT I FELT THAT MY SHOULDERS JUST GREW WARM

and then you meet eyes with the most goRGEOUS boy youve ever seen like HOW can someone look like that

and as soon as you meet eyes your body just gets soWARM and your heart like

fuckin swells and shit

and youre like ohmygodohmygod whats happening

and hes looking at you with the widest eyes ever and everyones like “wow they must find each other pretty hot theyre just staring at each other”

and suddenly minghao grabs sichengs hand and just places it on his chest and sichengs like wtf no homo

and you feel warmth on your chest and a surge of shock, excitement and hopefulness rush through your blood but the first thing you say is

WTF YOU PERV as youre grabbing your chest and junhui finally catches on and walks up and pokes you in the stomach and you yelp and minghao just touches the warm spot on his stomach and smiles SO wide

he legit runs up to you like OHMYGOD YOURE MY SOULMATE TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IVE DREAMT OF MEETING YOU MY WHOLE LIFE

and he goes to hug you but stops himself

by now everyones gone to give you some privacy

and youre like wot!!!!! hug me!!!!!!

but he just says “dont you have a partner?? im not doing anything with you until you and them break up” he ain no homewrecker sweeties no cheating in this household

and youre just like

????????? what ?????????

“youre always hugging your partner!! its hard not t notice, youre so proud after too :^(((”

and you start laughing

hes just pouting at you like whattttttttttttt

you say in between laughs

im hugging people for you!!! you havent been getting hugs lately, and i like it when you get hugs i love the feeling so i thought id hug a bunch of people so you could feel warm anf fuzzy inside!!!

he looks at you like,,,,,, oh,,,,,,

and then he swoops you into the biggest bear hug ever and you feel warm and fuzzy except its not the same. it feels so

so real??????

you almost start crying and then he pulls away looking teary eyed too

“y/n was it??? im minghao. and im looking forward to hugging you and being with you for the rest of my life.”

youve never smiled wider as you jumped into him and gave him your first kiss while thinking of how great your future was gonna be.

fin.

hope yall liked that shit!!!!!!

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misterrightscenarios · 7 years ago

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Flowers and a Flower Boy

Minghao is done with his best friends running circles around each other, so he sets them up for a date at the most aesthetic place he can think of: a rose garden at Ilsan Lake Park.

i’m sorry this took so long my dear T-T i kind of twisted it a lil bc i got carried away with the whole park (yo it’s so pretty???) but i hope you like this! <333 (you sound adorable btw im dying). This also concludes the flower boy date game! thank you to everyone who participated and shared a lil bit of themselves for these stories!

The hour and a half train ride from Gangnam to Ilsan gave you plenty of time to curse Minghao to the pits of hell and back. He had lured you out of the comfort of your home and into the humid late-spring air with promises of a fun-filled best friend day, complete with aesthetic pictures, and food. At no point had he mentioned that Mingyu--tall, obnoxiously good-looking, Mingyu--would be joining you.

You had been none the wiser until you’d arrived at the train station, only to be met by Minghao joking around with the very man you made a point to avoid. You took note of the fact that they were both dressed to the nines--wearing button up shirts and slacks, with each of them putting their usual unique twists to their similar outfits. It made you glad Minghao had at least been kind enough to inform you that there was a dress code for the day, so you wouldn’t feel like a shlump in comparison to the two tall males.

The greetings had been awkward, as always, with you and Mingyu avoiding each other’s gazes and Minghao sighing in exasperation as he led the way to the platform, muttering under his breath.

Now the three of you were sitting in the train, your eyes glued to the window while Minghao and Mingyu chatted away. The entire time you were cursing at Minghao in your head, glaring at the dark haired boy whenever Mingyu wasn’t looking, only to be scolded by one of the other’s reproachful looks which you knew was a sign to “behave, please.”

The trip seemed to last an eternity—even with the switching of trains you still felt trapped by Mingyu’s presence.

It wasn’t that you really held any animosity towards the brown-haired boy, after all, he was kind and funny, and almost charming to a fault. But at the end of the day, he was best friend’s with Minghao, your best friend, and the last thing you wanted to was to complicate or strain their friendship.

Given that, it was easier to pretend you disliked Mingyu—to try to find flaws in all of his actions and vehemently refuse any feelings of attachment. Mingyu, on the other hand, had never done the same to you; his smiles remained kind, he still tried to include you in conversations, but it all ended in him being shot down time and time again.

You’d never bothered to ask Minghao about the situation, because you knew how highly he valued his friendships. You knew he would hold a grudge against anyone that ever dared to mess with those for him. It kept you quiet, and kept you pretending you simply had a disliking for Mingyu.

Still, try as you might, you couldn’t fully ignore him. His laughter often echoed in any space he occupied, his voice soothing in its own muted quality. It reminded you of everything warm and made you desperate to drop your pretense so that you could be the one to hear every word he spoke.

Instead you settled for listening in, keeping your face as blank as you could manage and hoping Minghao would keep him talking.

It was around midday when the three of you finally arrived at Ilsan, with Minghao still being quiet as a mouse about your destination.

It was only a short walk from the station, but you should’ve guessed where you were heading, given that Minghao had been bugging you to go for weeks now. He’d dragged you all to Ilsan Lake Park for the international flower festival, and you couldn’t but feel the excitement bubbling. Despite the fact that you were upset with Minghao, you were at least glad he hadn’t lied to you about the reasons you should come out on such a pretty day.

The three of you set out towards the grounds, with you walking slightly ahead of the two friends to look at vendors and what their stalls had to offer. You could already hear the shutter of Minghao’s camera going off, so you were a little more mindful of the way you were holding yourself.

About half an hour later, while you grabbed some food from a vendor, Minghao started shuffling, sighing every other second. You could feel his eyes going back and forth between you and Mingyu, but you studiously ignored him, chatting away with the vendor instead.

“Oh, look, an artist!” Both you and Mingyu turned to look at Minghao, who was slowly stepping away. His mouth was twitching in a way in you knew meant he was trying to bite back laughter, and you instantly turned suspicious.

“Wait, lets get food then we can all go,” Mingyu told him, sounding a little exasperated with the other male.

Minghao grinned now, “nah, I think you two could use some...bonding time. I’ll go off on my own. I’ll meet you back at the entrance at six?” He was full on stepping back now, weaving between bodies of tourists. You stared at him in chagrin, your eyes promising payback if he really left you alone with Mingyu.

“Hao?”

“Enjoy your date!” He said, waving with one of his signature giggles, disappearing into the crowd.

You were left to gape after him, completely in disbelief that your best friend could just abandon you when, as far as he was concerned, you and Mingyu were as good as strangers.

Next to you, Mingyu seemed just as frozen, broken sounds of protest coming from him. Once you gathered enough ire, you huffed, looking at him but refusing to meet his eyes. “Let’s go find him.” Your voice was hard, and you were ready to find the Chinese boy and drag him back to Gangnam by his ear.

Mingyu’s warm hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you, and you opened your mouth to protest, but were too caught off guard by his expression. It was a mix between hesitation and hopefulness, strangely reminding you of a puppy.

“What are you doing?” You asked cautiously, looking at his hand. Mingyu dropped his hold immediately, folding his arms behind his back and pursing his lips while he found his words.

“Well...he’s not wrong. I don’t know what I did to make you dislike me, but…I don’t think the same of you. Maybe if we spent some time together, you might find I’m not that awful?” His words were chosen carefully, you could tell, but there was still an underlying tone of hope.

You sighed, glaring at the spot off to the side of Mingyu at your dilemma. You didn’t want to call yourself out, but the guilt was eating at you now. Mingyu really hadn’t done anything wrong, per say, and it did seem extremely rude to continue acting the way you had. Then again, you really didn’t want to end up liking spending time with him so much that you forgot why you weren’t allowing yourself to act on your infatuation.

In the end, your guilt won, making your shoulders droop. “Listen, it’s not that I particularly dislike you.” You started, hesitating when you saw Mingyu tilt his head in question. “I just…”

You bit back a groan of frustration and missed to yourself. “Alright, fine, let’s leave Hao to fend for himself. I hope he gets lost.” You grumbled, starting to move away from the vendor.

Mingyu laughed a little, catching up to you in a few easy strides. He seemed a little more relaxed now, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks. “He’s probably off to be a pretentious little prick,” he jabbed, but you could hear the genuine affection behind his words. It made your guard come down a little, and you couldn’t quite hide the small little laugh at his joke.

Mingyu was looking forward, but he was hiding his own smile too, it seemed.

Slowly, as you both walked along the path, you felt yourself giving in more and more into Mingyu’s soft personality, letting his laughter coax out your own and his soft brown eyes lure you into speaking in tangents.

You learned more about Mingyu than you’d ever thought you would: how he loved to take photos, how he adored his little dog, how well he got along with Minghao, and how much he’d like to have a fashion line of his own one day. In turn, you spilled just as much about yourself, letting him know of your love for art, how you also enjoyed fashion and photography.

The two of you walked off to the flower exhibitions later, your arms brushing now as you continued to question each other; it was around this time that it started to dawn on you that you were becoming helpless to your infatuation towards Mingyu, and that maybe you should start considering the possibility that Minghao left the two of you alone for that very same reason.

“Hey, stand right there,” Mingyu was pushing you gently by your shoulders towards a large arrangement of flowers, his grin wide. “A pretty backdrop for a pretty human.”

You tried to pretend your cheeks weren’t trying to compete with the color of the flowers behind you, and just allowed Mingyu to place you in front of the flower display. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, and you stepped forward with a frown.

“Shouldn’t I give you my phone instead?” You asked him, brows furrowing.

Mingyu grinned again, his eyes sparkling. “it’s okay, I want to remember this too.” He said, ducking his head for a moment and pursing his lips nervously. “Our first date.” He added, so low you almost thought you’d misheard him.

His hopeful wide eyes and tentative smile, however, told you it wasn’t your ears playing tricks on you and you could only duck your head, trying to come up with some sort of response.

“Is...is that okay?” he asked carefully, crouching a little to get your eyes to meet his, and only then straightening back up to his full height.

Your breath hitched a little, and losing yourself in the chocolate brown of his eyes and the pretty curve to his lips, you nodded your response. You swore you had never seen such a bright smile from the man in front of you for the entire time you’d known him, and you wondered if you hadn’t been as concerned with your friendship with Minghao, as you had been with the idea of Mingyu not reciprocating the interest.

The rest of the day ended up being a blur of pictures, eating food and trying to learn as much as you could about each other. At some point, Mingyu even bought you a flower crown, gently placing it atop of your head and letting you know he’d buy himself one too if it made you embarrassed to walk around with it.

(In the end, he bought one too, because you insisted that your pictures would come out much more aesthetic if you were both wearing flower crowns.)

When the sun was finally setting, the both of you ran into Minghao, whose arms were laden with bags of trinkets, and whose grin was smug when his eyes locked onto your arm tucked into Mingyu’s elbow.

“Had fun, did we?” he teased, tilting his head cockily.

You glared a little, but there was no venom behind it. Instead you were grateful to your best friend, for throwing you to the sharks this one time. “So did you, I see.” You teased back, raising an eyebrow at his bags.

Minghao shrugged, eyes sparkling even in the semi-darkness. “Yes I did. Now let’s go get food before I die.”

Both you and Mingyu shared a look, a playfully exasperated grin, and the three of you went off again, this time with your heart feeling much light than it had in the morning, all thanks to the man who looked at you as you walked and threw you a cheesy grin, and a playful wink.

#mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu drabbles #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #flower boy date game

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makbaes-archives · 6 years ago

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as warm as the sun | seokmin (f)

Pairing: Lee Seokmin (Seventeen) x Reader Word Count: 1482 Genre: Fluff

The first time you meet him, you’re meeting your Tinder date for the first time. His warm smile almost makes you forget why you’re even at this coffee shop in the first place, but a sudden exclamation of your name shakes you out of it, and your eyes widen as you realize you’ve been staring at the cute barista - and you’ve been caught, too.

He merely chuckles, a light pink dusting his cheeks as he glances away from you and towards the man approaching you.

Ah, your Tinder date.

The date is… well, it passes for a date, you guess. You know that Tinder is mostly for hooking up, but that’s not really your style. And - Marco? Mason? - assured you that was fine by him. Except when he wouldn’t stop staring at your chest instead of your eyes the entire conversation, you find it incredibly hard not to roll your eyes.

It’s when he makes some misogynistic comment about how girls should expect to be treated a certain way because, well, they’re girls, you can’t take it anymore, and you promptly stand and proceed to dump the rest of your iced americano over his head.

The barista’s shocked and concerned face is the last thing you see as you storm out.

The second time you meet him, a week later, you bite your lip as you wait in line, heart racing as you inch forward. When you’re finally face to face with him, you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Instead, he smiles the same smile you’ve been thinking about all week, warm and bright. “Iced Americano?”

You can only nod, embarrassed about last week. You’re sure he was the one who had to clean up your mess and probably deal with that asshole in the aftermath. You’re busy fretting over the situation when a glass is placed in front of you. Looking up, the barista gives you a soft smile.

“Are you, uh… are you okay? That guy was a real piece of work.” He rubs the back of his neck as he straightens up, and you laugh at your own sake.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. He sucks. I had just met him that day, actually….” You trail off, not wanting to recount the details of your many failed attempts at dating. “I’m sorry about the mess. I didn’t think about it. I was just so-” You let out a frustrated sigh, looking away.

“Hey, it’s okay. It was a slow night. Gave me something to do after he stormed out.” The barista chuckles. “I’m just glad to hear he isn't your boyfriend.”

Looking up, brows raised, you watch as he realizes his own words. The way he backpedals, stuttering over words is endearing, and you can’t help but grin up at him.

‘I-I mean… because he was a jerk, not because I was- No one deserves a shitty significant other.”

He laughs nervously, hands wringing in front of him, and you open your mouth, wanting to reassure him that you’re very, very single, but the door dings as a customer walks in, and he smiles at you apologetically before heading behind the counter once more.

The third time you meet him, you learn his name. It’s a wonder how it took you three visits to read the name tag that is just below your eye level, neat letters spelling out Seokmin. When you read it aloud, he looks taken aback, and when he smiles at you, he shines as bright as the sun.

“Not many people take the time, you know?” He explains to you as he makes your iced americano. “A lot of people are in and out before or after work. Students have a lot of work to do.” He shrugs, setting your glass down on the counter. “I don't take it personally. It’s just nice to be addressed like a person every now and then.”

You decide then, as if you hadn’t already, to make this your regular study spot.

It’s a while until you return to the coffee shop. Life gets in the way, whether it’s one thing or another. It doesn’t help that the shop is a tad bit out of the way from your usual route to and from school.

It’s storming outside when you duck into the quaint little spot, the air immediately chilling your soaked skin. Today isn’t your day. One bad thing after another - from waking up late to being rejected for an internship you were sure you were going to get - weighs heavily on your shoulders, and somehow, you managed to end up here.

When stepping up to the register, you aren’t greeted by Seokmin��s warmth. Instead, a stranger stands in his place. Eyes glance down at the nametag as you hand him your card.

“Thank you, Soonyoung,” you say with as much mirth as you can muster.

The barista smiles a toothy smile. “No problem, miss. It’ll be right up.”

Part of you yearns to ask about Seokmin, but the other part resists, too tired to make any effort. Besides, it’d be a little weird. You’ve only met him a few times. He’s nice, but he exudes the aura of someone who is nice and wonderful to everyone, regardless of who you are. You’re nothing special, just another customer.

When you get your coffee, this time opting for a hot americano to warm you up a bit, you take a seat in your usual spot near the window, watching the rain hit the window in large, loud splashes. As the warm liquid spreads throughout your body, and your body slowly releases the tension of the cold, you let go.

You’re unsure how long you sit there, crying into your coffee. The music that plays in the coffee shop is loud enough to hide any sounds you may make, and you’re grateful for that. You’re the only one here, besides Soonyoung, and you’re embarrassed enough after the events of the day.

The bell over the door dings, and you hiccup as you glance up, immediately wiping your cheeks with your sleeve. An umbrella folds in, spattering the floor with water, and you see Seokmin, shaking off water droplets as he walks inside.

He tosses a bag over the counter that Soonyoung just barely catches, causing Seokmin to snort. “Hao says he’s gonna leave it in the studio next time.”

Soonyoung scoffs, checking the contents of the bag. “Some friend he is.”

Seokmin rolls his eyes, a grin gracing his lips. He glances over your way, double-taking when he recognizes you, and you sink into your chair, patting at your cheeks and sniffling, trying and failing to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“Hey! Y/N! How are y-” His voice trails off when he does, in fact, notice, and the same look of concern he gave you the first time you met crosses his features as he crosses the room to you. “Everything ok? That jerk didn’t come back, did he?”

“What jerk?” Soonyoung asks, confused as he looks around the empty coffee shop, and Seokmin waves him away.

Shaking your head, you avoid his eyes. “No, it’s not that. It’s nothing.” You muster up the best smile you can, but it falls short. “I’m fine, Seokmin. Don’t worry about me.”

You don’t see the way his face falls, the way he falters beside your table. He bites at his lip, pushes back his damp hair. “O-kay. I’ll just…”

“No, um. You can sit if you’d like.” You’re not sure where it comes from, but you say it, glancing up just in time to watch the look of surprise on his face. He sets his umbrella down on the floor and sits in the chair across from yours. It’s a little awkward for a moment or two, as you sniff again and clear your throat. But when you look up and lock your red eyes with his bright ones, he gives you your favorite, warm smile.

(Months later, as you snuggle up after a movie night with his roommates, he tells you how beautiful he thought you were that day. You just laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Beautiful? Ah, yes, soaked clothes and hair, mascara running down my cheeks. What a look.”

He silences your sarcasm with a soft kiss that lingers, and it takes your breath away. When he pulls away to look into your eyes, you realize what he’s telling you. Breath catching in your throat, you kiss him again, and again, until you’re both breathless, laughing and smiling and basking in the warmth of each other’s love.

Once you’ve both settled, silence taking over the room except for your mingled breathes, you nuzzle into his neck and press a kiss on his pulse point.

“You know, you didn’t even have to talk to me. The moment you smiled, I knew I had fallen.”)

#idk where this came from #lee seokmin #seventeen #svt #seventeen fic #seokmin fic #dokyeom fic

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Musafir

Member: Mingyu Genre: Angst Word Count: 7859

ek musafir ki kahaani suno, aur mehsoos karo andhera ka raj. ek musafir ki kahaani suno, aur dekho do premiyon ki maut.

Mingyu felt the breeze tickle the back of his neck. It was soft and cooling against his warm skin. He felt his hair and clothing ruffle by order of the wind. He took a breath, deep in and deep out. He closed his eyes and turned up to the sun. Its warm rays heated his tanned skin, muted by the cooler breeze. Under his bare feet, he could feel the slight dampness of the grass and valley floor. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands. In his left, a silk scarf. It was white, embroidered with gold thread. It felt soft and smooth, and felt like home. It was wrapped and tied up his arm, a makeshift tourniquet. The soft white color was painted red. In his right hand, a sword. Red liquid still fell from the curved blade, dripping onto the ground and his skin. He let go of the silver hilt and felt it drop next to his feet. Turning both palms up, Mingyu saw the blood. Whether it was his own or someone else’s, he was not sure. He began to feel stinging on his back, chest, arms, and thighs. He touched his face, and felt a cut along his cheek. The pain began to blossom and he was pushed into his reality.

Mingyu looked around and saw bodies falling, swords clashing, blood spraying. Mingyu saw a soldier, wearing bronze armor and black clothing, spun and slashed at his opponent’s neck, and turned away at the exposure of blood. He used his sleeve to wipe off the blade, and saw Mingyu. The soldier gripped the bronze hilt of the sword and began to rush towards Mingyu. Mingyu could not move, still in a trance. He heard ringing in his ears, sounds getting muffled. A yell, loud and most definitely male, echoed in front of him. He saw bronze approach him, and silver blind him. He closed his eyes, but instead of feeling pain, he heard the clang of metal and felt silk against the exposed parts of his skin.

A warm palm and cool fingers gripped his forearm, just above the white silk. He opened his eyes, and saw the soldier stopped in his tracks, holding his bronze blade pressed against the curved gold sword in the hands of his savior. He smelled sweet flowers, lotus. He saw a person, covered in white silk embroidered with gold, the same white shade as the scarf tied around his arm. Just like the scarf, the clothing was covered in blood. He looked down and saw the hand on his arm. It was small and felt like home. Rings adorned the fingers, connected to a bracelet by way of chains and gemstones. His savior turned towards him upon defeating the soldier.

But Mingyu could not see their face, because as soon as they turned, his vision blurred and he fell to his knees. Unsure of what was happening, Mingyu held his chest and felt warm blood, but no pain. His vision darkened completely, and he felt the grass on his cheek. The muffled sounds silenced, and all he heard was metal. Nothing but metal clashing. No screams, no voices, nothing but metal. Eventually, the metal died down, until all he heard was his phone ring.

Mingyu shot up out of his bed, covered in sweat. Panting heavily, he saw his phone on the side table and grabbed it. It was a call from a friend, Wonwoo. He swallowed and answered.

“Hello?” He heard shouts on the other ends, and a person in the background yell for the shouts to cease in a less than polite way.

“Hey, Mingyu! Where are you?” Wonwoo asked. Mingyu shook his head and checked the time on the clock on his side table. Seeing it spell 11:12 in green numbers, Mingyu thought for a minute.

“Hello? Mingyu! Hello? What the heck, are you drunk or something?” Upon realizing that he was late to meet his friends, he jumped out of his bed and rushed towards his closet, grabbing clothing and running into the bathroom. He tripped over the bathroom rugs and fell forward, dropping his phone. He reached over and put his phone on speaker.

“Gyu?” A new voice, he recognized it and connected it to Minghao. “All good there, buddy?”

“Yeah, I’m fine! I just tripped,” he said. He heard laughs on the other end.

“God, you idiot!” Mingyu could imagine Minghao rolling his eyes. “Just get here quick! You’re already late, and we’re all here to celebrate your birthday, stupid!” Mingyu got up and began to dress.

“I’m on my way, ten minutes.”

“Five, and not a second longer.” He heard the end call beeping and washed his face. He dried it and looked in the mirror. His skin was pale and eyes bloodshot. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. Thinking back to his dream, Mingyu realized it was the same dream he had been having for months. Ignoring it, he smiled, for it was his birthday. He needed to reach the restaurant his friends had rented out for him as soon as possible. It was more important than his dream.

Upon reaching the port side restaurant, he was directed to the terrace, where his friends were gathered. He arrived silently, and they were not aware he was there until he approached Wonwoo.

“You’re here! Good, otherwise everything would have gone to waste. Happy birthday, Mingyu!” He gave his friend a hug and thanked him. He heard a loud, collective birthday wish from his friends and smiled.

“Thanks all of you!”

“Why were you so late?” Soonyoung asked from his place on the couches and chairs placed in a large semicircle around a table full of food and drinks. Mingyu bit his lip, not wanting to be mocked for the dream.

“I, uh, overslept.”

“Oh, oh, do you smell that?” Seungkwan asked, standing and grimacing as if he could smell something. Mingyu saw recognition on Seokmin’s face, who began to play along.

“Yes, I do! It smells so familiar! Smells like,” he said.

“Bullshit!” They both said together. Mingyu glared at them and began helping himself to the food.

Mingyu laughed with his friends on that port side terrace. He felt his nerves free and his heart feel happy. He did not care about that dream, because his friends were there. He laughed at Seungkwan’s drama, forgetting the soldier. He laughed at Seungcheol’s terrible jokes, forgetting the bodies falling. He joined Minghao in poking fun at various members of their friend group, forgetting the grass wet with blood. He complained about meaningless things, forgetting the silver blades and metal clanging against metal. He drank and ate and celebrated his birthday, forgetting his savior.

By the end of the night, he felt happy and free. He waved goodbye to his friends, and with Minghao, he walked alongside the riverbank.

“Gyu, were you okay this morning?” Minghao asked out of the blue. His voice was softer than usual. Mingyu stopped and turned to him.

“What do you mean?” Minghao walked to the edge of the riverbank and leaned over the railing overlooking the water.

“You were late, which you never are. You didn’t even drink that much last night.” Mingyu remembered the outing to a club the night before, and remembered the single beer he drank before leaving. “You were a little pale when you got to the restaurant, now that I think about it. So spill, what’s wrong?” Mingyu sighed and joined him. He looked out to the horizon.

“Remember that dream I told you about a couple of weeks ago?”

“The battlefield one? Did you see it again last night?” Mingyu nodded.

“Yeah, but it was different this time. It was longer, more vivid. It felt really real. I almost saw their face.” Minghao turned abruptly.

“What happened? I mean, longer?”

“They were just about to turn around, but I don’t know, I fell? I couldn’t see and could barely hear. Eventually, I woke up. It was so weird, but so real. I think I was bleeding this time. Something hurt, and it was like I was on drugs or something. Everything was so… odd. I don’t even know how to describe it. I could feel everything, but I couldn’t comprehend anything? I don’t know, Hao. Maybe someone spiked my drink last night.” Mingyu looked at Minghao, who was in deep thought.

“Highly unlikely,” he sighed. Minghao looked at Mingyu. “This one seems worse than the other times, and I assume I’m still the only one who knows?” Mingyu nodded. “You know how my mom is kind of superstitious? There’s some pundit she knows, from India or something. Maybe you should talk to him, maybe he could help?” Mingyu looked down at the reflection of the moon in the river. His mind was lost and unclear, just like the rippling image. Maybe it would benefit him to seek out spiritual help? Or maybe he is a complete fool, and just needs to sleep properly to forget what is just a dream. He wasn’t sure if it was worth it.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know. Am I crazy? And since when have you supported her superstition?” Minghao squeezed Mingyu’s shoulder.

“You’re not crazy, just… lost. And I don’t, it was just a solution and I don’t see you having any rational solutions either.” Mingyu smiled and chucked. He thanked the heavens for Minghao’s friendship, forgiving and wholesome. “I’m gonna head home, Gyu. It’s late, and we both have work in the morning.”

“Yeah, damn,” Mingyu groaned, earning Minghao’s laughter.

“I’ll see you at the office.”

“Night,” Mingyu waved and watched his friend disappear into the darkness. Staying at the riverbank for a few minutes, he reflected on his friend’s words. What did Minghao mean by lost? Shaking it off, he decided to move on home, and see what the night brought him.

As he began to walk, he smelled flowers. He stopped in his tracks and looked around. He was alone, on a dark riverbank in the city. The lampposts were his only support, and there was no sign of movement. He frowned. Where was the scent coming from? Confused, he shook his head and kept going. The scent got stronger, and he was able to recognize it. He smelled the sweet flowers, fruity and fresh. It was so familiar, the lotus, and yet uncommon in the city. He spun around, looking for any sign of people. He kept going, looking for any person to give him a sign that he wasn’t imagining the strong scent. He found no one.

“What the heck? Mingyu, snap out of it. Just think about that report you need to file tomorrow,” he said to himself. As he straightened himself out, he heard metal clashing. Faint at first, but getting louder and louder. He knew he was alone, and swords were outdating now. Mingyu closed his eyes and put his hands against his ears. He yelled as loud as he could, drowning out the metal. Eventually, the metal died down, until all he heard was silence. Taking a deep breath, he released his head and opened his eyes. He was still on the riverbank, a breeze cooling down his heated skin. He panted and began to walk home. He no longer smelled the lotus. The breeze picked up, and as he turned towards an alley to lead him away from the river, he felt silk touch his neck and face. Mingyu reached the back of his neck, and pulled a white colored scarf that was blown to him. Holding it out, he realized that it was the same one tied on his arm in the dream, sans the blood. He turned around and saw a figure on the opposite side of the bank. His eyes widened, and gripping the scarf tightly, he sprinted for the bridge and crossed. When he reached the location where he saw the figure, he was alone. The figure was gone, and all Mingyu was left with was the scarf and questions. He knew this was reality, and was more confused than ever. He looked at the scarf again. The gold thread picked up the moonlight and street light and shimmered. Mingyu closed his eyes, took a breath, and opened them again. He took the scarf with him, crossed the bridge, and walked home.

Mingyu found himself lying down on a soft blanket, looking up at a clear sky. His left arm was behind his head, his right was around a human’s waist. He could hear birds chirping, and could see flowers from his peripheral vision. His looked down, and saw a person with their head on his chest and a hand on his stomach. Soft and silky hair, tousled with the breeze.

Mingyu smiled softly, as if he was familiar with the situation, and lifted his arm from the person’s waist. He ran a hand through their hair, and felt soft strands flow through his fingers. The person laughed and sat up on the blanket. Their laugh sounded like bells ringing and birds chirping and all things pretty. Mingyu relaxed back onto the blanket and closed his eyes. He exhaled softly and opened his eyes again.

Instead of seeing a bright blue sky, he saw a darkened sky, a ominous mix of red and black. In the far distance, he could see explosions. The screams, the blasts, the clashing of metal. The sounds amplified, deafening Mingyu. He sat up, realizing that he was alone and lying on wet grass. He touched his neck, feeling a foreign liquid. It was smooth and dark, and the dim light around him revealed that it was blood. Mingyu was horrified knowing that the blood was not his, and stood up. He saw bodies around him, fires blazing, swords left behind. Confused, Mingyu started running in an unknown direction. He began panting as he saw more and more war horror. Tears fell out of his eyes as he saw soldiers, men he recognized somehow, fall to their deaths. Mingyu stopped when a figure blocked his way. The person was tall, around Mingyu’s height. The body and face was concealed in a black cloak that was damp in places. Mingyu jumped in shock when the person came close to him. Mingyu stood at the same height as the person, and he yelled in shock as the hood was removed to reveal the face. In front of him stood himself, but different. Copy Mingyu’s eyes were completely black and his skin was pale. Black veins under the skin of his face and neck offset the pale grey color, making Mingyu’s counterpart look demonic. The copy smiled, revealing razor sharp fangs and blood drops falling from his mouth.

“This is just the beginning. You will lose so much by the end.” Mingyu frowned.

“What? Beginning of what?” The copy smiled bigger, and Mingyu felt weak all of a sudden. He fell to his knees and to the ground. The world spun and spun, until all that was left was black.

Mingyu woke up in a sweat, this time, on the floor of his living room. It seems he had fallen off the couch. Rubbing his chin, he sat up and leaned against the sofa. The television was still on. He got up, put on some coffee, and went to brush his teeth. When Mingyu looked at himself in the mirror, he had to do a double take. At first he saw the copy Mingyu and his dead eyes. He splashed some water, quite literally, on his face and rubbed his eyes. He saw his own face, pale and worried, in the mirror.

“I’m going crazy. Maybe I should talk to that pundit,” Mingyu thought, remembering the conversation he and Minghao had a few nights ago.

Going back to his living room, Mingyu picked up his phone from the floor and checked the time. It was almost 10:30, and there were new messages from Minghao

‘gyu ur not working today right’

‘come over im calling the others’

‘dude u usually respond’

‘god ur sleeping arent u’

‘WAKE UP’

Mingyu chuckled and replied back.

‘im up. what more do you want from me? ill be over at noon’

Mingyu locked his phone and tossed it onto the couch. He went to the kitchen and poured coffee for himself, reflecting over the dream. He noticed the scarf from last night sitting on his table top and stared at it. He hoped it would give him some answers as to what was going on. He thought to talk to Minghao later, maybe he could help out? Mingyu knew that his friend was always more imaginative and intuitive than himself. He could not help but wonder, maybe the copy Mingyu’s words meant something. Maybe this really was the beginning.

“Or maybe I’m going insane.”

Later that day, Mingyu sat on Minghao’s couch with the host himself, Wonwoo, Seungcheol, Hansol, Jun, and Soonyoung. The others had plans or work apparently. Minghao and Mingyu began to chat while the rest bickered about what movie to watch.

“I had another dream last night.” Minghao raised his eyebrows.

“The same one?” Mingyu shook his head.

“So different. I was in a valley, someone was with me. I’m not entirely sure, but everything became dark, there was a lot of blood and fire and screaming.”

“Another battlefield? Was the person in white there?”

“No. Not this time. This time…,” Mingyu paused. “This time, it was me.” Minghao blinked a few times.

“I’m lost.”

“I mean it literally. It was me, but not me? It was a carbon copy of me, but it was demonic. Black eyes and black veins and bloody fangs. It was really, really creepy.” Minghao was silent for a bit.

“That’s… not normal, mate.”

“I know,” Mingyu sighed. “But what do I do? Who do I talk to?” He stopped for a moment and turned to Minghao fully. “Give me the number for your mom’s pundit.” Minghao raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if he had two heads.

“You’re kidding, right? You want to talk to some loony to get a fix for your weird dreams over, I don’t know, a therapist?”

“I’ll go to a therapist, Hao. But it doesn’t hurt for me to try this, does it?” Minghao looked at Mingyu. Seeing the hope in his eyes, the Chinese man sighed and gave in. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts, stopping and calling his mother. He stood up and walked past Soonyoung and Hansol, who were reading through movie reviews on Hansol’s phone. He motioned for Mingyu to follow him to the kitchen. Seungcheol saw the two move away from the living room and followed.

“What’s going on?” He asked Mingyu, who silenced him quickly. Minghao finally got through to his mother.

“Mama? Oh, Baba, can you get Mama on the phone? I need to talk to her quickly.” A pause. “Yes, yes, I’ll call again later tonight, some of the guys are over.” Another pause. “Yes, Baba, Jun-ge is here. No, you can’t speak to him right now.” Minghao rolled his eyes and Mingyu silently chuckled. “Finally, Mama! I needed the number for your pundit guy.” He listened to his mother and groaned. “No, Mama, it’s not for me! It’s for a friend!” He paused. “No, it’s not a girl! Mama, please.” He paused again, and quickly reached for a notepad and pen, hurriedly scribbling a number down. “Thanks, Mama. I’ll call back later. Bye bye!” Minghao quickly hung up and exhaled. Seungcheol laughed.

“I love your mom. Now, explain why you called her for a pundit?” Seungcheol asked. Mingyu sighed.

“I’ve been having these dreams…”

The three in the kitchen completely forgot about the other four in the living room enjoying a film. Seungcheol listened intently to Mingyu. By the serious look on Mingyu’s face, he knew he wasn’t pulling his leg. He let the information sink in.

“These dreams have been happening for how long?”

“About two months, give or take?” Mingyu said.

“Did they just start randomly?”

“I guess so? I don’t know, man,” Mingyu sat on the floor and put his head in his hands. “God, I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m so confused about what this is.” Seungcheol knelt next to him and held his shoulder. Minghao knelt as well.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure this out, okay? You both work in the same office, when are you both off again?” Mingyu looked at Minghao and shrugged.

“Work is on the back burner right now. I just want to figure this out. God, I even found the scarf from the dream!”

“Scarf? The white thing you kept talking about?” Minghao questioned. He cussed quietly when Mingyu nodded. Mingyu stood up and went to where his jacket was, pulling out the white scarf, the one thing that was tied to his dreams. He brought it back to the kitchen, where Minghao and Seungcheol took in deep breaths.

“Fuck, this is real?” Minghao held it in his hands, feeling some foreign power. Mingyu watched as Minghao turned it over and examined the embroidery, completely fascinated. He saw his friend’s eyes glitter and the gold reflect in his eyes. He saw Minghao’s lips move, mouthing something. Mingyu turned and shared a look with Seungcheol, and did not notice the slight twitch of Minghao’s cheek.

“Do you see something, Hao?” Mingyu’s question broke Minghao out of his trance, forcing Minghao to throw the scarf away from him on his counter. Minghao felt flustered for a minute.

“That’s not a normal scarf. It’s… just not.” He looked at Mingyu with a foreign look in his eyes. “Mate, I don’t think this is a normal dream issue. There’s something deeper. Something you’re missing. That scarf… there’s something wrong with it.” Seungcheol raised an eyebrow and went to reach for the scarf. He took a hold of it, and felt his heart beat faster. He brought it closer to his face, seeing the gold thread shimmer. He saw the thread form letters and words along the edge, but could not read it.

“Gyu, it looks like there’s writing on here, but I can’t read the language. Seems foreign, or ancient.” He handed the scarf to Mingyu, and suddenly felt cold. He shivered a bit and rubbed his arms. Ignoring it, he looked at Mingyu. Mingyu saw the writing, and somehow knew what was written.

“Behold the story of the Traveler, the one who carries the dark and infects the light. Beware the story of the Traveler, the one who takes all warmth.” Minghao was taken aback.

“What the hell, Gyu? How did you read that? It’s not in…” Mingyu was at a loss for words. The intricate writing was foreign, yet so familiar to him. He shouldn’t have known the language, but he did.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re right, maybe there is something more to this whole thing. I shouldn’t have been able to read that.”

“But you d-did. T-that’s g-got to- fuck-k,” Seungcheol stuttered. He began shivering intensely, and fell to his knees. Mingyu dropped the scarf and went to help Minghao lift him from the floor.

“Cheol? Hao, what?” Minghao shook his head frantically.

“Get him to my room, come on!” The sudden shouting from the kitchen garnered the attention of the four boys from the living room. Wonwoo entered the kitchen first.

“What’s going- Cheol!” He quickly aided in getting Seungcheol to Minghao’s bedroom. Hansol helped Minghao get blankets and quilts, while Soonyoung dialed a doctor. Jun sat next to Seungcheol and felt his forehead.

“He’s burning up, guys. He wasn’t sick earlier, what happened?” Hansol and Minghao returned with blankets and began laying them on Seungcheol. Wonwoo tried to get Seungcheol’s attention, but it was futile. He wasn’t conscious.

“Soonyoung! The doctor?” Wonwoo yelled. Soonyoung frowned and shook his head.

“Have to call an ambulance. Doctor isn’t making house calls today.” He left the room to call for emergency services. Wonwoo looked at Minghao and Mingyu.

“What the hell happened?” Mingyu shrugged.

“I don’t know. One minute he’s fine, the next he’s shivering on the floor.” Minghao groaned.

“I told you that scarf isn’t normal. It started after he touched it.” Mingyu looked down and agreed silently. Wonwoo looked between both of them.

“Back up. Scarf? What scarf?” Jun asked. Mingyu rubbed his face. He did not want too many people knowing, and judging him, about the dreams. But circumstances were forcing his hand. He was not sure of the reaction he would get from his friends, but what choice did he have?

“I’ve been having these dreams. They’ve been too vivid, too real, and the night of my birthday, I found the scarf from the dream. Seungcheol was looking at it, and when he put it down, he started shivering, and I’m not sure why because both Minghao and I have touched it and we’re perfectly fine. He shouldn’t be shivering, maybe there’s something wrong with the scarf? I don’t understand why he’s like this all of a sudden, what if he’s-“ Soonyoung came into the room and put a hand over Mingyu’s mouth.

“He’s word vomiting. I think he’s just shocked, Cheol probably drank something. The doctors will help him.” Minghao shook his head in protest.

“No, Mingyu’s not shocked! I swear, he’s not kidding. That scarf is… there’s something wrong with it.” The others looked skeptical.

“Look, let’s just get Seungcheol to the hospital and then discuss this… scarf.” Hansol concluded, gaining mass agreement.

As the paramedics came to take Seungcheol, Mingyu could not help but reflect on the words he read. Minghao was right: the scarf had to have something to do with Seungcheol’s sudden sickness. But once again, he was left with more questions than answers.

By the time Seungcheol was admitted into the emergency room at their local hospital, all of their friends were gathered in the waiting room. Passing medical staff were shocked by the twelve men crowding a small waiting area for one patient. Jeonghan and Joshua, the oldest behind Seungcheol, were forced to calm everyone down.

“Okay. Minghao, he was at your place when this happened, right? What happened?” Joshua asked. Minghao said nothing and looked at Mingyu, who knew he needed to explain the situation one more time.

“Look, everything I’m about to say is going to sound absolutely insane. Just… listen to me, okay?” A chorus of quiet agreements flooded Mingyu’s ears. He took a deep breath and explained everything, from the beginning with the first dream and his savior in white, to finding the scarf on the night of his birthday, to the dream with the demonic copy, to Seungcheol touching the scarf. By the end of his thorough explanation, Mingyu was winded. He looked around the waiting area and found different reactions. Jeonghan, Jun, Wonwoo, and Jihoon looked contemplative, as if they were processing the information. Seokmin, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung looked unimpressed. Hansol and Chan shared a look of confusion. Only Joshua looked relatively understanding. Seungkwan looked at the others and groaned.

“Are you kidding? Mingyu, what? You mean to say that this ’scarf’ make Cheol sick?” He made air quotes to emphasize the mystery around the scarf. Mingyu stood up from his place.

“I think so. Look, as soon as he touched it, he got sick. Minghao was there, he knows. Right, Hao?” He turned, and ten eyes were on Minghao. He looked up at Mingyu. He blinked twice and swallowed. An eternity passed in Mingyu’s mind before his best and trusted friend said anything.

“Yeah. Believe it or not, that scarf is… it’s not normal. There’s something wrong. But…,” he broke off.

“But?” Mingyu butted in. He was unsure of what Minghao was trying to say. “But what, Hao?”

“But I touched it too, and I’m fine.” Mingyu bit his lower lip. He was right; they both touched it, and out of the three, only Seungcheol was ill. Chan piped up.

“Hold on, I think we can solve this. Gyu, do you have the scarf?” Mingyu nodded and pulled it out of his pocket. He unfolded it and held it to the light. No one dared to come closer, save for Chan, Wonwoo, and Joshua. Wonwoo focused on one symbol embroidered, while Joshua examined the writing. Chan motioned to take the cloth from Mingyu, who refused to hand it over.

“Gyu, please. Nothing will happen. Just lay it on my hands, okay?” Chan explained. Mingyu looked at the youngest of the group skeptically. “Look, I know clothes. I work in a textile company, for God’s sake. Nothing will happen. I’ll recognize the cloth and give it back.”

“Do it, Mingyu. It won’t hurt to try,” Joshua gave his two cents. Mingyu slowly put the scarf on Chan’s palms, hearing Minghao’s sharp intake of breath. He let go of the scarf and looked at Chan. The youngest examined the embroidery and the cloth, as well as the thread. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed.

“Well? Anything?” Jihoon said. Chan looked at him, then to Mingyu.

“I don’t think this was made in any factory, or by mass production. It’s definitely silk, and I think the thread is actual gold. The embroidery is too delicate to be done by machine, it’s definitely by hand.” Wonwoo moved closer to the scarf. He pointed to a symbol on the scarf.

“See that semi-circle looking thing, with two uneven lines coming down from it? It’s an Egyptian symbol, meaning the Land of the Dead.” He then pointed to another symbol. “That one there, it seems like its an eclipse. In Hinduism, it can mean evil possession.”

“Never thought your History degree would come in handy,” Soonyoung mentioned as he jumped over Jihoon to take a look at the symbols. Wonwoo exhaled.

“I know, right? A lot of these symbols mean death or evil. That flower is the Japanese Higanbana.”

“Flower of death,” Chan whispered. Wonwoo nodded. Joshua pointed to the writing.

“What does that say? It looked like script.” Minghao stood up.

“Mingyu could read it.” Ten eyes turned to Mingyu. He stayed silent, until he saw Jeonghan’s waiting face.

“I… it says ‘Behold the story of the Traveler, the one who carries the dark and infects the light. Beware the story of the traveler, the one who takes all warmth,’” Mingyu read. Joshua frowned.

“It doesn’t look like a common language. What is it?” Mingyu shrugged. “Then how can you read it?” He shrugged again and looked away.

“Guys, this feels like something from a story book. What the heck is going on?” Seokmin said.

Mingyu was about to lose it. He sat down heavily on one of the chairs in the waiting area. He was already so confused with what the scarf was, what his dreams meant. Sure, he now knew that combined with the symbols and writing from the scarf and the bloody dreams, a general answer was death. What he did not know was why the answer was death. What did the symbols have to do with him. What did that mean for Seungcheol and Chan, now that they had touched the white scarf? Realizing that the scarf was still in Chan’s hands, he shot up, ready to take it from him. But before he could, Jun took it into his hands. Mingyu watched as Jun held the scarf gingerly. He saw Jun rub the thread with the pad of his thumb. He turned to Chan, who seemed relatively okay. Chan smiled, motioning that ‘Look, I’m okay.’ Mingyu took a breath.

“Maybe Seungcheol was just sick,” he said. “Maybe we’re just assuming things.” He almost let himself smile. Almost, because as soon as he calmed down, he saw a bit of blood trickle from Chan’s nose. “No,” he whispered. Everything happened in slow motion, yet within a few seconds. Chan began to cough out blood all of a sudden. Jeonghan grabbed him and brought him down to the floor, shouting for a nurse. Soonyoung and Minghao were at his side in a flash. They rubbed his hands and tried to stop the blood flowing from his mouth and eyes, while Jun ran for a nurse, dropping the scarf. He watched in sheer horror as Jun fell to the ground, clutching his chest. Jihoon, Seungkwan, and Seokmin were the closest to him. Shouts filled Mingyu’s ears as nurses and doctors brought crash carts and gurneys to the waiting area. A bloody Chan and a heaving Jun were wheeled away, out of his sight. Soonyoung looked at his hands, before looking at Mingyu with tears in his eyes.

“What the hell, Mingyu? What the hell is this?” Mingyu felt eight pairs of eyes on him. Minghao approached him and held his shoulder, but did not meet his eyes. Mingyu looked like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing without words forming. He felt tears form, and moved back. He felt the others corner him, and he crouched to the ground. He grabbed his head and covered his ears. He felt a hand on his back, but he closed his eyes. He blocked out the voices of his friends, their questions and demands for some answers. He blocked out the smell of the hospital, sterile and cold. He blocked out everything, as much as he could. Fear raced through his veins, and his heart beat faster and faster. Eventually everything was silent. He was finally at peace.

The calm disappeared relatively quickly. He felt the lower half of his jeans dampen, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the blue stained black. He looked around frantically. His heart began to thump, thump, thump harder in his chest. He saw swords clashing again, he saw bodies falling again. He saw the bright blue sky, he saw fires in the distance. He felt the blood from soldiers spray onto him, he felt the chill of death around him. He squeezed his eyes shut and screamed, louder than he ever had. There was ringing in his ear. When he opened his eyes, he saw Seungcheol fall to the ground. Mingyu got up and sprinted to him. Cuts littered his body, a deep gash across his chest. Mingyu tried to stop the blood, crying and screaming Seungcheol’s name. He felt the blood’s warmth on his hands and fell back, staring at his hands. Next to him, Chan fell. His arm was on fire, and burn marks scarred his young face. Mingyu voiced his anguish while patting out the fire, ignoring the pain from the flames. He tried to wake Chan up, but could not. He looked up and saw Jun fall in the distance, the sword in his hand falling. An arrow pierced his neck, poking out the other side. Mingyu screamed Jun’s name. He felt an arrow nick his arm, and breathed in smoke from a nearby fire. He stood up and moved back, unsure of what to do. His foot caught on something and he slipped. He felt rocks in his back. Mingyu groaned and tried to sit up. He noticed something white at his feet. Grabbing at it, he felt the silk and saw the scarf. Mingyu felt his breath get snatched away. The cursed scarf that had sickened his friends. He clutched it in his hand, getting ready to throw it away, until he noticed something new. He opened his fist, and under the transferred blood and dirt, he saw a new symbol. It looked like a V, with two extra lines at the top on the right stroke. It looked like the number 17, but compressed. It was right above the writing on the scarf. He knew it was not there originally, but was not sure of its meaning. While he examined it, he heard familiar voices. He looked up and saw Hansol on his knees. His eyes spoke volumes of fear and pain. Mingyu dropped the scarf and crawled towards him. He stopped when he saw the rest of his friends on their knees next to Hansol. In the center was Minghao. He was the only one looking down. Behind Minghao was copy Mingyu. The creature smiled, and Mingyu felt chills go down his spine.

“I told you. This was just the beginning.” The copy disappeared from behind Minghao, and reappeared directly in front of Mingyu. The suddenness of the appearance threw Mingyu back physically. He noticed small details about this demon. The edges around the copy was blurred, not clear, as if he was an apparition. The blood falling from his mouth and eyes was not blood, or any liquid. It was a thick, opaque black gas of some sort. It fell like liquid, but never reached the ground. The gas formed around the copy creature like a cloud. Mingyu looked at the creature’s feet and saw nothing.

“What are you?” The creature tilted his head at Mingyu’s question and moved closer. Mingyu realized that it was impossible for a human to be that close to his face and not touch the ground at all. He felt the black gas envelop him, until all he could see was darkness. Gone were his friends, the fires, the fighters. Gone was the screams and swords. He could not feel grass anymore, but something smooth and cold. He could not even see himself in the darkness. In front of him appeared a person in white. The person was familiar to Mingyu and yet, he knew he had never met this person. As he focused on them, he felt as if he knew them, body and soul. The person looked down, hair covering their face. They were on their knees, hands together on their lap. Mingyu opened his mouth, and exhaled.

“(Y/N).” At hearing the name, the person looked up. Mingyu felt as if his breath was taken away. He knew them. He knew their memories. He remembered holding their hand and taking walks along an unknown riverbank. He remembered holding their face and wiping away tears. He remembered their kisses and shared moments of love. He remembered who he was to them, and who they were to him. He remembered their eyes, their beautiful eyes. They were his favorite shade of color, because the color meant happiness and love and peace to him. Mingyu reached out his hand, whispering (Y/N)’s name over and over. He saw tears fall down their beautiful cheeks, and tried to move to wipe them away. He did not want their tears falling. He felt his heart break at their tears and at the fear in their eyes. They were a symbol of happiness to him, and he got upset that someone was making them unhappy. He saw a dark shadow at their shoulder morph into a hand. (Y/N)’s eyes closed tightly and let another tear fall. Their mouth opened and let out a cry. Mingyu yelled out at the hand, not knowing what else he could do. The same shadow morphed into the copy Mingyu. With a sinister grin, the copy whispered in (Y/N)’s ear.

“Get away!” Mingyu felt himself yell. He felt his anger rise at the daring of the copy Mingyu. The copy looked at Mingyu.

“And what if I don’t? What if I do this?” His own voice, with a creepy twist, said back. The copy brought the dagger to (Y/N)’s neck and dragged it down, positioning the tip directly above their heart.

“No!” Mingyu shouted. He felt (Y/N)’s fear and their panic. “Why them? Why my friends?” The copy smiled.

“Excellent question.” Mingyu relaxed for just a moment as the dagger was moved from their heart. “Because these humans are the only things keeping your soul from the Traveler.” Mingyu remembered the writing from the scarf, to beware the Traveler.

“Who is the Traveler? What do they want from me? And what are you?” The copy clicked his tongue in response.

“One at a time, one at a time. How about we make a deal? Your soul, in exchange for answers.”

“No. Tell me, who are you?” Mingyu felt a surge of confidence suddenly. He still could not stand, but felt as if he could move the shadows around him. He felt the foreign power fill his veins, just to let him get close enough to (Y/N) to keep them safe. The copy smiled.

“You and I are one. You are what once was; I am what will be.” Mingyu frowned. Mingyu glanced at (Y/N), who still had their eyes shut. He yearned to see their beautiful eyes again, after what felt like millennia. He felt his need to see them, to hold them one more time overpower him. Mingyu felt the shadows around him morph, as if they were allowing him to approach (Y/N). Within a few moments, Mingyu found himself in front of them. He did not see the copy Mingyu anywhere and kept his guard up. He moved his hands and held (Y/N)’s shoulders. Suddenly, they opened their eyes and looked at him. Mingyu felt as if he was falling in love all over again. He remembered the first time he saw them, in a foreign location, in a different time. They opened their mouth, ready to say something.

“I am not here anymore. The men, those soldiers, fighting darkness. You must save them all,” they whispered. Mingyu was confused. He held their face in his hands. They were real, they were there. (Y/N) shook their head.

“You misunderstand me, my love. Let go of me, one more time. Save them all.” Around them, a laugh echoed. It was not the laugh of the copy. Mingyu heard (Y/N) take in a sharp breath. “The Traveler.” Mingyu looked around them and saw nothing.

“Leave us alone! Leave us all alone!” He shouted to the shadows. The laugh, somehow familiar to him, became louder and more menacing. Mingyu felt as if he had encountered the Traveler before, maybe in a different time? Mingyu was still fuzzy on a majority of the details, but he did not care. His main objective as of right now was to save (Y/N). He turned back to them, and saw a figure behind them. The blade of a dagger flashed quickly, and before he knew it, he was cradling (Y/N)’s dying body. He could feel their soul leaving them, and could somehow feel the Traveler feeding off of their life force. Mingyu did not know what to do, so he yelled and screamed. He tried to counter the increasing laugh of the Traveler, but failed. The sinister laughter drowned Mingyu, and he felt (Y/N)’s body turn to sand in his arms. All that was left in their place was the cursed white scarf, with the 17 symbol glittering gold. Mingyu stood up and felt the shadows move around him. He felt his anger swell. His anger fueled the shadows to move faster, faster, faster around him. They swallowed him in a tornado of darkness, before rushing him. Mingyu felt too cold, too hot, and comfortable all at the same time. He felt stronger, both physically and mentally. The tornado of shadows died down and Mingyu was left the only one alive on a bloody battlefield. He looked at himself, and saw the edges of his being look fuzzy. His edges blended into a dark shadowy aura around him. In his left hand was the cursed scarf, all that remained of his (Y/N). He looked around and saw the bodies of his friends. He felt despair in his heart, and walked around each one. Mingyu felt warm tears roll down his cheeks, and cried for his friends. He saw Joshua and Wonwoo, Jeonghan, Seungcheol. He saw Hansol, Chan and Soonyoung, Jun. He saw Jihoon, Seungkwan and Seokmin. All his brothers, except for one. He looked around, trying to find Minghao. Maybe he was alive, maybe he was still here.

“You won’t find him,” he heard the Traveler say. Mingyu felt his anger rise again. He felt the shadows around him and inside him grow in strength. The loss of (Y/N) and his friends, and the Traveler’s taunt of not finding Minghao threw him over the edge. He screamed again, but it was different this time. It was deeper, more emotional, more powerful. Mingyu felt his skin burn and his heart ache. He turned around and around, trying to find the source of the voice. He became even more frustrated, his temper flaring. The space around him became engulfed in flames that matched his rage.

“Come out, you coward! You killed (Y/N), you killed my best friends! Come out, and fight me!” The Traveler laughed at Mingyu’s open challenge.

“As you wish, Shadow-wielder.” The flames immediately died away, leaving charred remains of land. Mingyu heard footsteps behind him and turned, finding a human-like being hidden under a cloak. The person walked past fallen soldiers, past the bodies of his friends. He stopped at Jun, and touched his face.

“I believed he would be an excellent prey at first, before you and I met.” The Traveler closed Jun’s still open eyes and stood up. The being approached Mingyu, not afraid of the shadows around him.

“Look at you. You’ve become what you needed to be.” Mingyu growled and tried to move towards the Traveler. He was rooted to the spot. His temper flared even more at not being able to wring the Traveler’s throat.

“What are you talking about?”

“Ah yes, you have not seen yourself yet.” In front of Mingyu appeared a mirror, and Mingyu was taken aback. He looked like the copy Mingyu, sans the bloody fangs. His eyes were deep black, his once tanned skin was pale and exposed black veins. He looked gauntly.

“You’re lying. This… this isn’t me.” The Traveler laughed again.

“You feel the strength of a thousand warriors, do you not? You feel anger, you feel the darkness in your heart. This is the curse of humanity. A born darkness in all hearts, some concealed under hope, some easily exposed by sins. Here, I get the dark souls I desire.” Mingyu felt himself shatter. He felt shadows overwhelm him.

“Who are you? What are you?” Mingyu asked meekly, the confidence from the anger vanishing. The Traveler laughed one more time. A dark cloud surrounded the being, and slowly revealed his identity. Mingyu fell into shock at seeing the familiar figure under the black trousers, turtleneck, vest, and black suit jacket. He looked at the silver chains and piercings. He thought of the stark contrast between who he knew and the dark figure in front of him. Mingyu felt the earth slip beneath him and felt as if the world would come crashing down. He fell to his knees, then collapsed on his back. The last thing he saw was Minghao smirk and wave his fingers to him.

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Dragon!Soonyoung

Notes: I actually had written this yesterday but I accidentally deleted it! So after screaming for a while, I rewrote it! Think it came out better, but we'll never know. Requests are open! •you lived in a cave, on a mountain, by yourself •this wasn't how you thought your life would turn out, but that what had happened •you are a dragon, and while you can use magic to turn your body to look like a human •it doesn't last very long, only eight hours, and that's if you were completely healthy •when you were in a human form, you were allowed to roam the streets, just as a human would •you could even make human friends! •which was a blessing and a curse, as you could only see them for a few hours a day •and then you would have to return to you cave, be in solitude for the remainder of the day •of course their would be dragon hunters, who wanted your scales or horns •that's why you were all alone after all, hunters had killed your mother and taken her body •you were most likely the last of your kind •and it terrified you to no end that one day you'd die and that would be the end of the dragons • •Fridays were the best day to go to to the village nearby •all of the friends you had made were there usually, all at the bar where they could get drunk and forget when you left •your human form was strange compared to other humans though, since you were a dragon •your hair was a dark purple, and your teeth were sharper than most humans •and your eyes were a silver color, which you could easily say was with the use of contacts •you had mastered the way of pretending to be a normal human •except for the way you spoke, and the way you weren't used to games that humans played in their childhood •the games you had played were about learning how to fly, or how to hunt for food •walking into the bar, you looked around for your group •spotting jun's purple hair that matched yours, you walked over to them •slinging your arm around Minghao's neck, you said hello to the group that had gathered around •"y/n! Glad you could make it!" •the bartender, mingyu happily said wiping a glass •laughing at him, you waved back as you sat down next to minghao •"didn't expect to see you here today, y/n." •Joshua said, smiling as he played a card game with Seungcheol •"wasn't sure if I was coming down, but I'm here now." •you said back to the brunette, turning your eyes to where wonwoo was sitting at the bar, talking to mingyu •"is mingyu really that clueless or is he just faking it now?" •you whispered to minghao, who shook his head laughing •"he's faking the hell out of it, he wants wonwoo to confess first" •Joining him at laughing at wonwoo's pain, you joined in conversation with Seungcheol and jeonghan who was cheating at black jack now •laughing at the obvious cheating that was going on, you thought everything was fine and dandy •before someone slammed the twin doors open, they hit the wall, making everyone's eyes turn toward the culprit •"we have reason to believe that not all the dragons are dead, that they might be hiding as humans." •a man explained, as he smirked toward your direction •as if he knew that you were here •looking at the members of the group, you waited to see what they would do, how'd they would respond •"alright, we'll be on the lookout then. Have a nice day." •Seungcheol said to the man, making himself appear larger •"…you too." •with one last glance and a smirk at you, he left the bar •there was a pause before the bar returned to the loudness from before •"hey hao? I gotta run. Bye" •you spoke quickly, leaving no room for him to speak •standing up from your chair, you could feel the gaze of people on you •taking long strides to get the door quickly, you opened them •only to have your wrist grabbed by the man who walked into the bar earlier •"I knew it was you. A dragon, more like a sitting duck." •he scoffed, holding your wrist tightly, as if you wouldn't be able to escape •looking at the group, the friends you had made, you saw the concern in their eyes but fear was first •tearing your eyes away from the group, you allowed yourself to be dragged outside •he pulled out a gun, saying that this was the same gun that killed your mom •"are you a fucking idiot?" •you asked, glaring at him •when he began to laugh, you scoffed at him and kicked him in the shins •making him let go of your wrist, once he did, you returned to your original form •your dragon self towered over him, making him shriek •choosing not to harm him, instead using this chance to escape •getting off of the ground, you flapped your wings, creating quite the breeze •flying away from everything you've ever known, you left •you flew for as long as you could, until your wings ached and your eyes couldn't stay open •you landed on a grassy field, and slept, deciding that whatever happened, happened • •feeling little toes on your tail, you started to shake awake •turning your head around so you could see what, or who was crawling on you •there a few kids were around you, climbing and dancing around your body •letting a soft roar, telling them that you were alive •the children scrambled to get off of you, and once they did you stood up •stretching your body, hearing bones crack as you moved them into place •a little girl was looking at you wide eyed, her thumb was in her mouth •"why were you sleeping on the ground?" •she asked, tilting her head to the side, the kids around her nodded, agreeing with her question •looking at them, you sighed and took a nail to draw in the dirt •drawing a more pg picture of what happened, the kids gasped as you explained •"why would he do that?" •the boy who had been climbing on you asked, sounding very offended •shrugging, you sighed once more, thinking of where you could go •they continued to ask questions, and you continued to answer them, they grew silly as they asked if you could breathe fire •of course you couldn't, you were purple, not red •you couldn't explain in great detail but a different little girl interrupted the boy who had asked •"nope! Dragons have powers according to the color of their scales. So they have magic, like spells! Kind of like a dragon witch!" •she said twirling around, her hair was a mess, it had leaves and pieces of grass in it •her clothes resembled her hair, dirty and had other stains on them •"kids! Get away from that beast!" •a male voice yelled, far away from where you were •the kids looked around for the voice, only to find a teenager running towards you •"soonyoung!" •the little girl who knew a lot about dragons yelled, running toward him •she hugged his legs, to where she reached •"soonyoung" quickly picked her up, and tried to grab the other kids •"get away from them" •the boy said, glaring at you •the girl with messed up ponytails and dirty clothes wiggled out of his arms and ran over to you •"their a nice dragon! Don't hurt them soonyoung!" •she yelled, putting her arms out as wide as she could to protect you •"yeah!" •"don't hurt them!" •"you meanie!" •the kids yelled, standing in front of your huge body •giggling at their innocence, you turned into a human, with wings though •using your wings to cover your naked body, you thanked the kids •all of their eyes were wide, as you had just turned into a HuMaN •"you're welcome!" •messy haired girl said, her eyes closed as she smiled at you •the boy was still staring at you, before running his fingers through his black hair •"you won't hurt them?" •he asked, his voice hesitant •shaking your head, you gently smiled at him hoping that would ease his worry •"can you come home with us?" •the messy haired girl, who introduced herself as jimin asked •shrugging you agreed, making the children cheer •walking along the path, to wherever they were leading you, you looked around •the path was dirt, with grass on the sides, flowers were blooming unlike where you had come from •so you flew pretty far •"what's your name?" •the boy who climbed asked, stopping as he turned to face you •"me? I'm y/n." •you said pointing at yourself, continuing walking •the kids would run up and down the hill, except for jimin who held your hand •soonyoung was following behind, probably making sure you didn't eat them or something •when you made it to the village, where the kids dispersed as soon as they walked through the walls •"cmon y/n! I'll show you my room." •jimin said, tugging on your hand •following her once more, you looked around, trying to see if there was any landmarks •there were a few signs, but nothing with information •"we're here!" •jimin said happily, letting go of your arms as she took off her shoes and ran inside •following her lead, you cast a spell to clean your feet •stepping inside the house, the first thing you saw was that the curtains didn't match, and there wasn't a door in the room jimin was in •"soonyoung and I share a room! But he lets my keep all my dragon toys out!" •she said pointing out the dragons that littered the room •White paint was chipping off of the walls, making you raise an eyebrow at soonyoung •"hey Minnie, can you play while y/n and I have a talk?" •soonyoung asked bending down to jimin's level, so they were eye to eye •she looked at him for a second before whispering something in his ear •he nodded and she agreed, sitting on her mattress that didn't have any blankets on it •stepping into the living room, you sat on the floor far away from the bedroom •he came out of the room, with a shirt and a pair of sweatpants •throwing them at you, he turned around and said to get dressed •his ears were red, making you laugh at his innocence •putting on the clothes he gave, you told him you were done once you sat back down on the floor •"listen, I don't know what you want with my sister, but you better not be planning anything. She doesn't need anyone else leaving her." •he spoke quietly, his words blunt though •you nodded, thinking of how you could explain that you weren't trying to do anything •"when I was young my mother was killed, by a dragon hunter. I'm pretty sure I'm the last of my kind, believe me in not trying to let the dragon blood line die out." •you replied hoping that he would believe you, that you held no underlying revenge plot •that all you wanted was to not be alone •he nodded, and for the first time he smiled •his eyes closed into little crescents, his cheeks popping out like a hamsters •"you didn't kick her out! You're part of the day family y/n!" •jimin yelled, hopping on your now clothed body •laughing at soonyoung's attempt if scolding the young girl, your heart doing little flip flops at her words • •with each day, soonyoung trusted you more •you had explained that you could only be in a human form for so long, before your body could take it anymore •so you'd stay up in the fields, until sunrise, where you'd walk to the house to make breakfast and get jimin ready for school •you'd all eat together, than you would walk jimin to school, while soonyoung went to work at a nearby bakery •you'd return to the fields, and become a dragon, so you wouldn't waste energy •when it was time, you'd walk back to the village to pick up jimin from school and bring her home •then the two of you would play, do homework and cook dinner •soonyoung would return, and you would eat dinner •once dinner was over, soonyoung and jimin would take a shower and get ready for bed •and then soonyoung and you would put jimin to bed •just like tonight •you flopped on the hard wooden floor •letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes •"hey don't go to sleep, I don't want a dragon shaped hole in the roof tomorrow." •soonyoung said, drying his hair with a towel •flipping him off, which made him laugh at your pathetic comeback •he laid down next to you, making your heart speed up •"remember when we met? Who would have though you'd be helping me take care of jimin?" •he said, his eyes closed as he whispered, not wanting to wake up the sleeping eight year old •"I know, you looked like you wanted to skin me." •you replied, looking up at the ceiling which had a hole right where you were laying •allowing you to see the stars as the two of you joked around •"y/n? What was life like before you met us? Where did you live?" •he asked, sounding sleepy •"well, I lived in a cave. And would go down to a nearby village to converse with the humans. They were strange, always complaining about nothing ever happening." •you spoke carefully, choosing your words slowly •he hummed, and waited for you to continue •"the bartender, Mingyu, liked the librarian, wonwoo but was waiting for him to confess. Then there was Seungcheol who owned a small market, he was dating Joshua and jeonghan. And minghao and jun who came from a far away village." •talking about them made you miss them, miss the small inside jokes, the laughing at wonwoo's pining over mingyu •you missed it all •"maybe we can visit one day." •soonyoung said before falling asleep, his breathing evening out •"yeah, maybe we can." •tip toeing inside of the bedroom, you grabbed his blanket •putting it on him, you smiled and went outside •walking to the fields, you stripped off the clothes that soonyoung gave you that first day •putting them under a nearby tree, you turned into a dragon •curling up on the grass, you fell asleep, the memory of soonyoung and jimin making you smile • •waking up, you could tell that something was off •the smell of the air felt different •using the spell you used every day, you turned into a human •getting dressed, you rushed to the house •entering the house, you felt even more wrong •the house which had become a home to you, felt cold •"looking for someone, y/n?" •a cold voice spoke to you, the same one who made you flee your old house •"what did you do to them, Seonho?" •you asked, voice wavering as you asked •"looks like Little dragon fell in love, tough luck. Your time is over." •he grabbed you by the wing, making sure that you couldn't rip it out of his grasp this time •dragging you to the square, where you saw soonyoung and jimin, their hands tied •"this is y/n! Child of Theo, who murdered an entire village." •he yelled, getting everyone's attention •"Liar, that was you seonho. You needed a scape goat." •you responded, not caring when he raised his hand and slapped you •"No manners! An unruly dragon, what happens when they become like their mother?" •he spoke with such a bravado, like he was doing such good work •snorting, you chuckled as he tried to feed nonsense into these people's minds •"that's where you're wrong seonho, I won't be like her. I won't be killed by the likes of you." •he removed his hand off of your wing as he went to hit you once more •quickly dodging it, you ran to where jimin and soonyoung was •untying the rope, you picked jimin up and ran, trusting soonyoung to follow you •hearing many footsteps behind you, but knowing he was there, you pushed yourself harder •running up to the field you put jimin down •"get on me and hold in tight!" •you spoke with an urgency, not bothering to take off your clothes, you took the spell off •turning you back to a dragon •feeling jimin quickly climb on you, and soonyoung making his way onto your back •"GET THEM!" •Seonho yelled, mobs of people running after you •once soonyoung sat down, you took off •flying as quickly as you could, until the field became a speck •you could hear soonyoung comforting jimin as she cried • •they had both fallen asleep on the journey, but once you had landed, jimin woke up •she shook her brother awake as they looked around •"y/n, where are we?" •soonyoung asked hopping down from your back, and then catching jimin who did the same •"this is the bar." •you answered once you transformed into a human, your body exhausted but this was the only way to respond •seeing your naked body, soonyoung stripped of the hoodie he was wearing, giving it to you •smiling at him in thanks you grabbed jimin's hand •walking into the bar, you saw the group there, just as you left them •except mingyu wasn't behind the counter, he was sitting on wonwoo's lap, staring at the three of you • •"we need your help."

#Seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #kpop au #kpop scenarios #koreabooeauty #kwon soonyoung #Kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #xu minghao #wen junhui #choi Seungcheol #Joshua Hong #yoon jeonghan #dragon au

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