#i know minghao is supposed to be my bias

[planetkiimchi-rbs]

me @ this fic (its so cute i wanna squish the life out of it)

felix felicis

summary. befriending minghao, the slytherin your friends (no one knows why) hated was horrifying at first. but after some time passed, you’d start wondering if it was some unknown side effects of felix felicis

word count. 7k. wtf.

warnings. mentions of social anxiety, swearing

genre. fluff with a pinch of angst i guess? angst/comfort? however u call it + a lil bit of humour :D

au. hogwarts :D slytherin!hao x hufflepuff!reader

extra. svt cameo and (g)idle cameo bc queen card is stuck in my head + i remembered that one minnie photo in slytherin scarf and i was like??? let’s gooo!!

a/n. this was so fun to write???? lmk if u like hogwarts au, i might write more in such vibes in the future!!! :D

you stormed into the classroom, textbooks almost falling out of your arms. you quickly scanned the room to see if snape was there… and of course he was there.

“um, good morning! i’m sorry for being late” you blurted out, walking over to your friends.

“what was it this time, miss l/n?” snape grunted, his eyes piercing your soul.

“the stairs” you mumbled, ready to shuffle over to mingyu, your friend. the slytherins snickered at your answer and snape stopped you with a tsk.

“miss l/n, since you’re late let me enlighten you. you’re doing a pair project on brewing felix felicis. and since you’re late you’ll be working with…” snape paused dramatically, looking for someone who didn’t have a pair “… mr xu”

“oh that’s just bullshit” seungkwan hissed, crossing his arms. dokyeom gasped dramatically.

“mr boo, i believe it is my task to pair students. if you’re disagreeing with that, you’re disagreeing with me. which means…” snape stopped, leaving the conclusion to seungkwan.

“just you wait until we tell soonyoung or seungcheol” kwan whispered to you. your older friends will be outraged as well, that’s for sure.

“move to your partner’s desk, miss l/n” your professor ordered and you gave last pleading look to your friends and slowly moved over to minghao, a fellow slytherin.

“poor y/nnie…” mingyu sighed.

it’s not like you personally hated slytherins or had a problem with minghao and his friends. it was your friends who didn’t like them (especially the gryffindors – seungkwan, soonyoung, deokyeom and chan). the main reason of your fear was purely your social anxiety and separation from your friends. and, well, the fact the slytherins were slightly intimidating. you heard they were gossiping about your friends and merlin knows if they weren’t gossiping about you either.

as snape started his introduction to felix felicis, you stood next to minghao. your fingers anxiously played with the hem of your book, avoiding eye contact.

minghao sighed, regretting his friends were older than him (which meant they had different classes right now). well, he’ll just complain about it later. suddenly he caught minnie and shuhua, his slytherin peers, looking at him playfully.

there goes discretion.

“cat got your tongue?” he asked out of the blue, causing you to look up. you shook your head, trying to figure out what to say. hi i’m y/n? how are you? the weather is nice today?

“no” you said softly after a short while “i’m just listening”

“oh? you always seem extra chatty during potions when you’re with those half bloods though” minghao smirked, looking at your friends. you did the same.

seungkwan made a gesture of cutting his throat, which made you scoff.

“but i’m assuming that’s good you’re listening for once. because don’t you dare mess up the position” the dark haired boy’s voice made you turn around slowly, eyes widening “what? felix felicis usually takes up to five months to brew and i wanna get it done as soon as possible”

“oh” you mumbled. minghao fell quiet too, noticing the crease between your brows. suddenly you nodded, sending him a soft smile “i see. i’ll try my best”

you started taking notes of what snape was saying. minghao though, was surprised.

you were so… gentle. no snarky comments that’s he’s a mean, bad slytherin.

that was refreshing, to say at least.

after the class came to an end, you closed your books and said a quiet goodbye to minghao, rushing to mingyu and your other friends.

“how did you even survive?” seungkwan laughed, side eyeing the slytherin boy that was passing you by.

“hey! it wasn’t bad! he’s nice!” you frowned, following your friends’ tracks and going to find the others.

minghao smiled softly upon hearing your words and went to find his mates before the gossip reaches them.

all the potion classes so far were… peaceful. you worked mostly in silence. but not in awkward silence. his presence was comforting to be around and your gut told you that he’s feeling the same way too. minghao never really give you snarky, mean comments. well, maybe towards your friends or directly at them when they were staring. but never you.

somehow, you weren’t late for the today’s classes. in fact, you were even a little earlier. with no sight of your friends anywhere near, you leaned against the wall and grabbed the book you were currently reading.

lost in your world, you didn’t notice that minghao arrived. he was looking at you with curiosity and even wanted to approach you, when jun showed up.

“oh, i’ve been looking for you!” jun called suddenly, causing you to jerk in surprise. you noticed the two slytherins, wondering when they arrived here.

as you slid down the wall and sat on the floor to continue reading, the boys started talking.

“what do you want?” minghao asked calmly, his eyes still glued to you, a soft smile forming on his face when he recognised the book you were reading. jun turned around, smiling playfully and swinging on his feet.

“are you coming to the three broomsticks this weekend? you didn’t answer jeonghan when he asked you” jun hummed. minghao nodded, shifting his gaze to his friend “good. because we have a lot of things to talk about”

“what do you mean?” minghao grunted and jun just wriggled his brows. the younger punched him, causing jun to squeal.

“okay, okay! you need to start meditating again” jun chuckled and managed to duck another punch that was coming his way “okay! i’m going! have fun!”

minghao just rolled his eyes and once jun was gone, the doors to the classroom opened.

“since you’re here already you can come in” snape announced and disappeared again in the dark classroom.

minghao walked up to you and reached his hand out.

you looked up, closing your book. as a confused frown painted on your face, dokyeom, seungkwan, mingyu and vernon appeared in the hallway.

“don’t make me wait” minghao mumbled coldly. you sent him a warm smile and grabbed his hand. he pulled you gently, helping you stand up.

“YAH!”

you didn’t turn around, you whose voice was that (dokyeom’s). minghao though, tilted his head slightly and send a small smirk to your friends.

“thank you” a hum left your lips and the slytherin nodded, going into the classroom.

mingyu ran up to you, grabbing your face.

“are you okay?!” he yelled out dramatically, causing you to giggle.

the progress on your potion so far was amazing. it had the right consistency although there was still a lot of work ahead. not to mention your bonds. you didn’t even notice when you started getting along and becoming closer, chatting more and more during the lesson. you discovered that you two have a lot in common and in fact, minghao isn’t that bad as your friends think. he’s pretty cool once you got to know him and above all, you enjoyed his company.

while he was chopping something, you turned around to grab one of the ingredients but in process your wand fell on the floor.

you leaned down to grab it, cursing underneath your breath at your clumsiness. minghao put his hand on the corner of the desk, scanning carefully if you’re not gonna bump into it.

luckily you didn’t – and even if you did, you would bump onto his hand and not the sharp corner. you straightened your back and met vernon’s shocked (frightened, even) gaze. as you turned around you saw minghao taking away his hand and coming back to work. his face was the same, not showing any emotions and simply unbothered.

as blush crept up on your cheeks, you came back to work. suddenly you heard some whispers.

carefully looking around you noticed minnie talking to shuhua, glancing at you.

“did you see that?”

your stomach dropped, your hands starting to sweat. what did they mean by that? but you didn’t do anything… right?

“why did he do that?”

you didn’t even hear when minghao asked you something. you stared at the desk, mind racing with thoughts.

sudden touch on your shoulder made you flinch, your eyes flicking over to worried minghao.

“are you okay?” he asked quietly. letting out a shaky breath, you didn’t realise you were holding, you nodded “you’re a terrible liar”

“isn’t that a good thing though?” you asked with a smile, trying to calm down. minghao scoffed and you took a glance at minnie.

“hufflepuffs…” he mumbled and saw you’re looking away. when he met his friend’s gaze, she stopped gossiping and started working again. minnie’s eyes were locked on minghao’s hand on your shoulder. he took it off, realisation hitting him “i’ll talk to her”

“what? no! what do you mean?” you panicked, tugging his sleeve. this caused his eyes to widen. well, not only his but also your friends’. you cleared your throat and took your hand away “i mean… it’s nothing”

“sure” he grunted angrily, returning to his previous task “don’t mess up the potion”

you but your lip worriedly, nodding slowly. great, you made him angry.

when the lesson ended, you grabbed your stuff and left the classroom. he probably thinks you’re weird now. and what was gonna minnie think about you? it’s not like you wanted to get her in trouble. it’s just…

“yah, y/n!” minghao’s voice made you turn around. you stopped in the middle of the crowd, someone bumping over your shoulder.

seungcheol happened to talk with your ravenclaw friends - joshua, jihoon and wonwoo. they were probably waiting for you to finish your classes since after them you were supposed to go to the three broomsticks. however once seungcheol noticed minghao is bothering you, he was ready to intervene.

you blinked at the slytherin boy as he approached you.

“did i say something?” he asked quietly, aware of your friends watching.

“no! it’s just…” you trailed off, trying to find a way to word your worries without sounding like a weirdo. he’s friends with minnie after all. minghao was waiting patiently “you don’t have to talk to minnie. she was just chatting and i… i guess i was just overthinking. i didn’t want to make you mad or something….”

he scoffed.

you know that it was an amused scoff. seungcheol however, thought it was making fun of you kind of scoff.

“hey, minghao! don’t you have better things to do?” your older friend called, walking over to you. jihoon rolled his eyes.

“none of your business. i’m not talking to you, you filthy–“ minghao stopped in his tracks, looking at you.

“don’t call him like that” you mumbled, sending him a grumpy look “and you, cheol, can you give us a moment?”

“no, it’s fine. i won’t say a thing to minnie, if that’s what you want” minghao grunted, sending seungcheol an angry look. then, shifting his gaze towards you his features softened ever so slightly “and i wasn’t mad at you. i was mad at minnie. but anyways… see you soon”

he walked away, disappearing in the crowd of students.

“what the fuck was that?” seungcheol growled. he wasn’t too happy to find out that you’re working with minghao and now that you seem to be… talking to him? he has a bad feeling. well, not only him.

“it was a normal conversation” you sighed and saw vernon, mingyu, seungkwan and dokyeom coming your way.

“oh my god! did you see that?!” seungkwan yelled out, catching the older’s attention.

“what? don’t even tell me it was something bad, i wanna beat him up already” soonyoung crossed his arms. suddenly chan joined you, making the group complete.

“he–“ mingyu started and you just walked up to the ravenclaws, joshua linking his arm with you.

“they’re overreacting, aren’t they?” wonwoo giggled upon seeing your annoyed look.

“they so are! he’s not bad! they just… didn’t get to know him. i don’t get the slytherin hate” you grunted “not all of them are bad, right?”

“right. it’s just that… you have to be careful. they’re overreacting, i agree, but we don’t want you to get sad” jihoon hummed

“why would i get sad?” you furrowed your brows. the three of them exchanged suspicious looks. joshua shrugged with a playful smile.

“in case cheol beats him up or something” wonwoo sighed dramatically. upon hearing his name, seungcheol skipped over to you.

“pfff… he’s so not going to beat him up. minghao knows material arts! isn’t that so cool?” your eyes lit up and you let out a squeak when seungcheol playfully punched your arm

“i would defeat him in two seconds!” he grinned goofily, causing you all to burst out laughing.

three months passed and you’d consider minghao your friend. at this point, you see each other every day. not only you have potions together but also transfiguration, defence against the dark arts and much more. you were always so focused on sticking to your friends that you never really realised he’s there. one day minghao even sat with you during history of magic since mingyu and vernon sat together – of course later on soonyoung gave you a lecture about running away if it happens again in the future. you didn’t. – and it stayed like that. even during other classes.

that’s how you ended up getting your first detention. you were trying to keep quiet but he was just telling you a story when jun fell asleep with his eyes open in the school corridor and scared the living shit out of filch.

“mrs l/n, mr xu! you can always go on a date after classes. mind telling us what’s so funny? or maybe you’re just so ahead with the book that you don’t have to listen during my lessons?” flitwick asked, causing you to freeze. you looked at the man, nodding politely as your cheeks turned red. minghao, however, wasn’t impressed.

“well, actually–“ he started, causing you to kick his ankle under the desk “ow!”

“actually what, mr xu?” flitwick rose his eyebrows. you felt the whole class gaze on you two, causing you to redden even more. you hate being in the centre of attention and minghao was certainly having the fun of his life.

“actually i’d love to present the spell we were just talking about. y/n explained it to me lately” minghao shrugged and your eyes widened.

“what are you–“ you started, unable to finish because–

“aqua eructo!” minghao waved his wand happily and you let out a yelp upon water landing all over your head “oh shit–!”

his smile faded away upon seeing you drenched in water… and the rest of the class being soaked.

so that’s how you ended up cleaning it without wands (“because it would be too easy, right?”)

“what were you thinking?” you laughed, wiping the floor while being on your knees.

“i just felt like showing off…” he giggled, looking over at you

“but?” you smiled, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your forearm.

“but… someone made me nervous” he smirked. you rose your eyebrows, looking at him.

“who? flitwick?” your question caused him to scoff, a toothy grin springing on his face.

“yeah, flitwick”

once you were finished it was past 10pm so if you were caught, you definitely would be in trouble.

“i’ll walk you to the dorms” minghao offered.

“but…” you started, not wanting him to lose his sleep time, that he already wasted on the cleaning.. he linked his arms with you with a shy smile.

“no buts. because of me you were stuck and had to help me with the mess. it’s the least i can do. and also… thank you” he explained and you looked at him, melting completely.

“no problem” you grinned and turned around, causing him to almost fall over “but you’re going the wrong way”

you were chatting quietly, almost arriving at your dorms, when suddenly minghao pulled you closer to hide behind a column.

“what–?!” you gasped, taken aback by his action. he just put his free hand over your mouth, head leaning back.

observing his handsome profile made you realise how close you were, his body pressing onto yours. if he turned his head, there would be very little space between your faces–

and he did just that. your heart skipped a bear when minghao looked at you, lips slightly parted. his chest was moving up and down irregularly, trying to keep his breathing as quiet as he could.

he slowly took off his hand from your mouth, sending you an apologetic smile. you looked at his lips quickly – and whether he noticed or not, minghao pulled back.

“filch” he gulped, nodding his head “but it’s safe now”

you nodded as well, realising you were holding onto his hand. you let it go, coughing awkwardly.

“you can go now, it’s close from here” you mumbled, looking up at him. he seemed a bit distracted, which was… weird.

“huh? oh. i’ll go, yeah. wait, do you… are you busy tomorrow?” he asked quietly. you blinked slowly. tomorrow? saturday.

“no. i mean no, i’m not busy” you whispered, trying to remember how to breathe. what was he–

“do you wanna, uh… hang out? in hogsmeade? we can meet after dinner and…” he stopped, clearing his throat. he looked at you nervously, trying to come up with an excuse if you haven’t agreed but–

“i’d love to” you sent him a warm smile. minghao’s eyes lit up, and so did his face.

“see you tomorrow then! and have a good night, y/n!” he grinned and waved happily. you waved back, wishing him a good night as well. you only left after he was gone, the echo of his footsteps turning into peaceful silence.

when you arrived to the dorm, you leaned against the wall. pressing your hand to your chest you realised how ridiculously fast was it beating. is it because of him? it has to be. fuck, did you fell in love or something? no, it’s just the fact that he wanted to hang out with you. alone. on saturday.

mingyu, vernon and cheol were waiting for you, heads turned your way the second they heard someone coming inside the common room. they looked at each other, surprised at your actions.

“i was so stressed! i thought he kidnapped you!” cheol yelled out, causing you to flinch. oh. they’re here. vernon grinned goofily upon your expression ���so?! what happened?!”

“it’s just… nothing. nothing happened” you hummed, unable to stop smiling. mingyu let out a sudden gasp “nothing!”

“yeah, sure! why are you smiling like that?!” seungcheol whined.

“i had a fun time, that’s it” you mumbled and shook your head “i’m tired, bye!”

they watched you run to your dorm. vernon winked at mingyu and seungcheol frowned.

“a fun time? with minghao? something’s wrong” he sighed “i don’t like it… and him”

miyeon was looking at you amused as you were panicking, running around the dorm and digging through your clothes

“i shouldn’t be nervous. it’s not a date” you breathed out and grabbed your black and yellow striped sweater.

“it’s a date. also don’t take the sweater, it’s warm” miyeon giggled, standing up from the bed. you put it away, taking a deep sigh.

“you think it’s a date? he just asked if i’m busy today…” you trailed off, looking at her unsurely. thank merlin you had friends like her, with the boys you wouldn’t be able to even have a chat like that. and maybe that’s why you didn’t realise it was a date… or so miyeon said.

“it’s definitely a date. besides…” she trailed off. miyeon fixed your hair that were falling on your face “you look so pretty. now go. and remember, don’t stress”

“i’m not” you sent her a playful look and she just laughed

“if i seungcheol or soonyoung ask about you… uh, i’ll figure something out so don’t worry about that” she giggled mischievously and patted your back “now go, for god’s sake! and please don’t eat too fast during dinner, you’ll choke!”

“okay!” you saluted and stormed out of the girls dorm, causing the three of your hufflepuff friends chilling in the common room to turn their heads.

“minnie was so right, they’ll look so cute together” she whispered once you were gone, rushing to find her friends and tell them about the news.

you tried to follow miyeon’s advice, you really did but upon seeing minghao wearing his casual clothes and waiting for you… you couldn’t help but speedily wolf down your food.

before approaching him you looked around if there are some familiar faces. fortunately, there weren’t. which was suspicious to be honest but at the moment it wasn’t your biggest worrry.

you left the great hall and noticed him leaning against the wall, his features pensive. however, his eyes lit up upon seeing you and you couldn’t help but mirror the wide smile he gave you.

“hi” you hummed, standing in front of him. minghao scanned your face, a mysterious glint in his eyes

“hi y/n. did you sleep well?” he asked, tilting his head. such a simple question and yet, your heart is going crazy. and you didn’t sleep well… you had troubles falling asleep due to excitement rushing through every vein and vessel in your body but obviously you’re not going to tell him that–

“i did, thank you for asking. and you? hopefully you didn’t run into flich on your way back?” you gasped. minghao shook his head and gestured you to start walking.

while you were chatting during the walk to hogsmeade, your hands brushed a couple of times. you tried your best to ignore it but you had a bad feeling that he was well aware of it as well.

“it’s so… oddly empty today, isn’t it?” you blurted out, the path looking nothing like usually on weekends: swarmed with crowds of excited students. and right now… nothing. just you, him and birds chirping in the trees.

“there’s a quidditch match today so i figured i’d be the perfect opportunity to… you know, hang out” he said a bit shyly

“oh yeah. i didn’t even think about this. that’s good, i’m afraid seungcheol would kill me. and you. if he saw us” a heavy sigh left your mouth and he just chuckled.

“i’ve been wondering… how did you even become friends?” minghao asked. his hand once again accidentally brushed yours, sending sparks down your spine.

“well… at first it was only mingyu and vernon. i just sticked to them after the sorting hat announced we’re hufflepuffs. vernon became friends with seungkwan and dokyeom, who were friends with soonyoung since he accidentally got them in trouble at their first day. mingyu befriended wonwoo and seungcheol. and seungcheol is older, so he was already friends with joshua and jihoon. it just… they kind of adopted me” you laughed, a bright smile painted on his lips too “and i don’t mind. i really have problems with socialising so well, yeah, it was awkward at first but i’m really glad i’m friends with them. sometimes they make you extroverted even if you’re the most socially awkward person ever. which i am. and because of that chan is our friend too! i adopted him”

minghao grinned, looking at your proud face. he recalled how many times you were hanging out with the younger gryffindor boy which now made extra sense.

“same with the girls, kind of. my roommate is miyeon! and miyeon is friends with soyeon and yuqi. i mean we’re not that close as i am with the boys but still, i love hanging out with them” you explained, crossing your arms. speaking of which, did miyeon even check the weather? it wasn’t that warm…

“you do know that they’re friends with minnie and shuhua, right?” minghao asked slowly, scanning your face.

“yeah, of course! that’s kind of why… back then i didn’t want you to talk to minnie. it bothered me because i was overthinking, you know… what would she think of me? she’d tell soyeon and then they would stop hanging out with me” you grumbled and minghao let a soft laugh.

“oh, y/n. they wouldn’t do that, i promise. you’re too precious” he hummed and noticed how you’re rubbing your bare arms “are you cold?”

“just a bit, but…” your voice trailed off when minghao stopped in his tracks and took off his grey hoodie. he stood behind you and helped you put it on. after that, he came back in front of you and zipped it gently.

“here you go” he hummed and you swore his ears were tinted red.

“thank you” you mumbled, not really sure what’s the source of your warmth: his hoodie or your glowing red cheeks.

in a matter of time you arrived to three broomsticks, the local not so fully crowded. minghao ordered two butter beers for you and went to find a seat while you excused yourself to the bathroom.

upon seeing your reflection you had to take a few deep breaths. his hoodie was too big on you but you liked it. besides, it actually went along with your outfit. not to mention that it smelled like him. you shook your head, trying to pull yourself together. it’s just a hoodie that he gave you because you were cold. stop being weird–

you left the bathroom and noticed minghao sitting at a table with… jeonghan and jun. he was faced back to you, so naturally he didn’t see you and his friends didn’t seem to notice you either.

you walked up, not wanting to eavesdrop but…

“what are you doing here? two beers? is that a date?!” jun sing-sung and suddenly let out a gasp, realisation settling in “with the hufflepuff girl–?!”

“what? no! shut up!” minghao grunted. jeonghan frowned, tilting his head

“that one girl that’s always attached to those bloody gryffindors? and seungcheol?” he asked and minghao started panicking.

“well yeah but– it’s not a date. it’s nothing serious. we just came here to discuss the potion, that’s it. once we’re done with it i’m done with her too” minghao explained, his breath shaking “she pisses me off, really…”

your heart dropped, hands starting to shake. so cheol was right from the begging…

“what do you mean?! you’re basically glued to each other and like, it’s nothing bad” jun frowned. your vision started getting blurry because of the tears forming in your eyes. you should go before they notice you.

“jun, end of topic. i don’t even like her that much, get it?” minghao snapped and you let out a deep breath “she’s so annoying! it’s like a torture being around her–“

“uh, minghao…” jeonghan sighed, his gaze shifting. he turned around and saw you leaving.

minghao’s heart dropped. fuck, fuck, fuck. it wasn’t supposed to be like that! why did he even…

he stood up, running after you. jun looked at his older friend and grabbed the two butter beers that minghao left behind.

“he doesn’t like her, huh? does he think we’re blind or what?” jun scoffed and they laughed, taking a sip of the beverage.

“well he may like here but she sure won’t like him now” jeonghan rolled his eyes at the younger’s stupidity.

you were wiping your cheeks, heart thumping against your rib cage. your mind was racing with thoughts but the most repetitive one was that your friends were right.

“y/n!”

he was coming after you. why bother now? you didn’t stop, harsh sobs leaving your mouth.

suddenly you bumped into something or rather, someone.

“hey! hey, y/n? oh baby!” soyeon’s voice was filled with worry and you just hugged onto her “what happened?”

you just shook your head. soyeon hugged you tightly and noticed minghao coming your way.

“i see. this asshole” she grunted and turned around, leading you towards the castle.

minghao stopped upon seeing that. right. it was probably for the best to give you some time now…? or at least talk to you alone.

well, luck wasn’t by his side.

“–the hit? i swear, you’re like a tiger when you enter the field!” chan grinned and soonyoung laughed loudly.

“isn’t that y/n?” wonwoo asked suddenly, pointing at you

they all turned around, eyes widening upon noticing your shaking body. soyeon and yuqi were walking with you, the gryffindor girl wiping your tears.

chan wanted to walk up to you but yuqi noticed him and gave him a warning look.

“not now” jihoon mumbled, pulling him back.

“what happened?” dokyeom whispered. they all watched how the girls walked you back to the dorms.

“as if i know” seungkwan rolled his eyes. joshua gasped suddenly and rushed the other way.

“what’s up with him?” seungcheol shook his head. you’ll definitely have to talk to them later.

miyeon patted your hair as you bawled your eyes out, tightly hugging your pillow.

“why do i care so much?” you breathed out, looking at her confused.

“oh, y/nnie…” she sighed, concern on her face. then it hit you.

because you like him. way more than a friend.

minghao haven’t seen you the whole weekend. he only got a lecture from minnie and shuhua about hurting your feelings, not being able to treat girls properly and all of that. as if he didn’t know he messed up. they told him you were crying the whole time and even if he didn’t believe them, the sight of you on a monday morning a proof. and it was heart breaking. especially that he knew he was the source of it.

during your lessons you sat with vernon. your friends probably didn’t know what happened yet since they seemed confused and seungcheol or soonyoung haven’t spoken to him yet. besides joshua, he kept side eyeing the slytherins every time they passed you by, especially jeonghan.

and for the first time ever minghao was looking forward to potions. you’ll have to talk to him, right? you can sit with someone else during charms but during potions you’re his partner.

however, you were absent.

“where’s miss l/n?” snape asked, clicking his tongue.

“she isn’t feeling very well, she went to madam pomfrey” mingyu explained, his voice lacking the usual enthusiasm. he looked over at minghao, and if only looks could kill...

“i see. next week i’m going to grade your potions so someone tell her that she’ll better be here” he said and have minghao a questioning look.

“what if he poisoned her? you know, so he can gain all the credits?!” seungkwan gasped a little too loudly, causing to draw attention to him.

“you’re being too dramatic, mr boo. and if mr xu did happen to do that, i’ll make sure he gets the proper punishment” snape hissed and the lesson begun.

minghao felt strange without your presence.

seungcheol grabbed your arm when you were leaving the great hall after supper. the bags under your eyes made his heart clench.

“hey, y/n. are you okay? because clearly…” he started. suddenly jihoon joined you, crossing his arms. you let out a sigh, trying to look away but you met minghao’s gaze. well to be fair, you were standing in the middle of the room.

“i’m fine. just a little sick, that’s all” you grunted “can you let me go? i’m tired”

“we need to talk” seungcheol said, voice stern. soonyoung noticed you all and stood up from your seat to join you.

“i’m tired” you repeated coldly. seungcheol turned around and saw minghao looking your way

“then i’ll just talk to him” he grunted and let you go. jihoon grabbed his arm, preventing him from going further and pointed at you.

tears gathered at your water line as you let out a deep sigh.

“y/n, chan asked you to meet with him at the gryffindor quidditch team locker room” joshua’s voice appeared from nowhere, drawing everyone’s attention. soonyoung, who joined you, frowned.

“mkay” you mumbled quietly and wiped your tears with shaky hands “i’ll talk to you later, i promise”

when you walked away, soonyoung punched seungcheol

“what did you do! you made her cry!” he grunted.

“no i didn’t!” the older yelled. while the gryffindors argued, jihoon came back to his seat. because of that none of them noticed jeonghan and minghao passing them by and the older one winking at joshua.

you sat down at the bench, waiting for chan. looking down on the floor, you were busy with swinging your feet. suddenly you heard the door open and you let out a sigh.

“finally you’re here” a hum left your mouth, the sound of door closing disturbing the quietness of the room “i’m not in the best mood to talk so sorry if…”

you looked up and words died in your throat upon seeing minghao. he was just as confused as you.

the room felt silent again (for different reasons though), tension thickening.

“y/n i need to-“ he started but you stood up, passing him by and pushing the door. well, wanting to. they didn’t bulge a bit.

“y/nnie i locked the door! have fun~!” joshua’s happy voice from the other side made you gasp

“you traitor!” you grunted, looking around slowly at minghao.

“wait, jeonghan?” he called out, frowning.

“yeah. just talk it through already, i don’t want to wait here for the whole day” jeonghan said

“why would you…?” you murmured and started looking for your wand. oh.

“let’s go further away though, let them have some privacy” joshua’s voice sounded worried and there were steps echoing on the other side.

“i wanna listen though–!” jeonghan whined.

after a moment there was silence again. minghao was looking at you, his eyes filled with guilt.

“y/n, listen to me please” he spoke softly, playing with his fingers.

“why would i? aren’t i a torture to be around with? why you even bother?” you grunted and returned to the bench, looking away from him.

it hurt. you avoided him because whenever you looked at him, your heart shattered into pieces again and again.

“i’m sorry”

you gulped, trying to look unbothered.

the sound of his steps approaching and him sitting on the bench didn’t help your case.

“i’m so fucking sorry. it’s… i shouldn’t have said that. never. i know it was horrible and i’m in no place to make excuses but listen to me, please” he said, his voice filled with genuine pain. you turned around, yet you didn’t face him. gaze stuck on the floor, as if the dust there was the most interesting thing ever, you started drumming your fingers anxiously against the bench’s surface.

“i was scared. i was scared that my friends will judge me; i was scared that they’ll tell my parents; i was scared of others, what will they think: a slytherin with a hufflepuff? i was scared… because i panicked. i panicked… because i like you. but i was afraid that if somehow someone would find out, you’d be in danger and–“ minghao sucked a breath and you noticed how close his hand was next to you, your pinkies brushing against each other “i didn’t mean any of those words that i said. well…”

minghao scanned your face. he was frightened. you were sitting silently, not answering him. will you ever forgive him.

“well?” you choked out, chest heavy.

“being around you is like a torture because i’m madly in love with you. it hurts me physically to look at you crying, to look at your pretty face and knowing i can’t kiss it. to see how wildly you’re grinning at those stupid loud ass gryffindors’ jokes–“ he halted, eyes widening. fuck, he overshared. he overshared and you’ll hate him even more than you did–

you grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze. minghao’s face heated up upon the gesture, his heart skipping a beat. what does this mean? are you comforting him or…?

you’re crying.

“y/n, no no no no… don’t cry, please” he panicked, leaving to kneel in front of you. with your free hand you covered your face, the rest of your body shaking.

“you’re making me cry so much, i hate you” you let out a breathy laugh, wiping your eyes even though the tears wouldn’t stop.

“what?” he whispered, his thumb reassuringly stroking your hand.

“you like me?” you chuckled, finally looking at him. his brown irises were focused on you, features softening.

“did you just full on ignore the apology part?” he scoffed, brining a smile on both of your faces

“i… i’m not going to lie, i was hurt. i felt like i was betrayed: a someone who i treated as a friend said he hated me… but… you were scared? oh, hao… i’d be an idiot to forgive you but well, aren’t i already?” you whispered. minghao tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies that appeared in his stomach due to the nickname, his head plopping down and resting against your knee.

“i’m so sorry. i’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like that. i know i broke your trust and heart probably. but please… please give me another chance” he breathed out.

you tapped his arm lightly. the slytherin boy rose his head up, eyes shining with anticipation.

“see, there’s one thing you need to know: i like you. and that horrible event made me realise that. so i’d say give me a kiss and i’ll give you a chance–“ you broke into laughter when he eagerly stood up. when he leaned closer, you put your hand on his lips, giggling even more upon his confused expression “–but for merlin’s sake i do not want our first kiss to take place in this stinky locker room”

eyes widening, minghao leaned away. with a soft oh he scrunched up his nose.

“okay, i think i know where we can go. but… jeonghan and joshua…?” he rose his eyebrows.

“easy there, lover boy” you stood up, letting go of his hand. minghao’s heart was racing, the realisation hitting him: you like him. you forgave him. and you’re willing to kiss him? if not the fact that your felix felicis wasn’t finished, he would have thought that someone poured it into his tea.

“hey bro, not to interrupt your meditation or whatever but y/n is gone” jeonghan’s voice made him snap back to reality, dropping the smile that subconsciously formed on his lips

“where’d she go?” minghao asked, looking at his older friend. jeonghan was smiling suspiciously, a mischievous smirk on his face.

minghao rushed after you, apparently walking back to your dorm.

“y/n!” he called upon seeing you in the hallway. he run up to you, ignoring the weird looks from strangers and gasps from your girl friends (including minnie’s “i told you!” and yuqi’s “wait, they made up?”)

you turned around, a goofy smile on your face.

“yeah?” your voice was filled with playfulness, alas your eyes were glinting with excitement.

“can i please kiss you? i feel like i might explode if i don’t” minghao breathed out, chest rising up and down irregularly.

“you’re not afraid of what will others think?” you teased, tilting your head slightly.

“i’ll be honest, the moment you called me a lover boy i feel like i was reborn” he grunted, his usual grumpy expression forming on his face once realising how cheesy he sounds “can i–?”

“yeah” you laughed and in no time his big, soft palms were cupping your cheeks tenderly. the air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as his pillowy lips landed against yours.

normally, your mind would be racing with what ifs: what if the others think you’re weird? what if your friends see you? what if the teachers catch you? but now… minghao soothed away your anxiety and nervousness, his embrace and the feeling of him and only him making you forget about the world.

loud cheers and applause (coming from your girl friends) in the hallway made you smile into the kiss, and he reacted the same way. without pulling away yet you put your hands on his neck, trying to bring him even closer.

minghao pulled away but didn’t lean back too far. you could see the sparks in his eyes, soft smile on his lips. and you couldn’t stare at him like that for the whole day of not the yells in the background becoming louder and louder.

“can we run away somewhere? i can hear seungcheol approaching and i do not want to be beaten up by him… and also we could have one or two more kisses…?” he mumbled looking through his shoulder to see, in fact, your older friend. soyeon, shuhua and jihoon were trying to stop him while yuqi, minnie were arguing about something with soonyoung and seungkwan (“leave them alone it’s not like he’s hurting her?!” “but the sight is hurting my eyes-!”). miyeon and wonwoo were shaking their heads, chan and vernon signalled you to run.

so you did, giggling. minghao’s hand was squeezing yours, fingers intertwined.

you stormed into the classroom, textbooks almost falling out of your arms. you quickly scanned the room to see if snape was there… and of course he was there.

“um, good morning! i’m sorry for being late” you blurted out, walking over to your desk.

“what was it this time, miss l/n?” snape grunted, his eyes piercing your soul.

“sorry for being late– ” minghao bursted into the classroom, his tie loosened and collar all over the place, revealing his neck tinted in…

“ew” mingyu grunted. as the slytherin boy walked over to you, you fixed his collar with pink cheeks. you told him to do it but obviously he’s just an attention seeker… and he has a thing for showing off you’re a couple now.

snape was speechless. he turned around, sighing.

“prepare your potions. i’ll be checking them in a minute” he announced and you looked over at minghao, his eyes sparkling with boyish playfulness.

“idiot” you scoffed and nudged his arm.

you never used felix felicis, you just didn’t see any sense of even using a potion like that. despite that, you did feel lucky that you meet minghao while working on it. maybe it was just a side effect of felix felicis? or maybe just destiny?

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[lovelyhan]

Hii!! minghao + "oh really?" / "yes, really." / "lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart." from the prompts enemies to lovers? :D

— rush hour ⟢

pairing: minghao x reader

summary: you used to be good friends with the newest dancer in your agency, but your competitiveness gets the better of you when he overtakes your spot as the top performer of the month—for three straight months.

word count: 6.7k words

tags: enemies to lovers, dancer au? unresolved sexual tension, smut

warnings: promiscuous behavior in public, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

notes: this . got really REALLY long :D like long enough to have its own header and everything LOL it probably helps that hao has been clawing his way back into my bias line these days, so the brain rot kinda just spilled out,, anyway, thank you sm for sending this in!! i hope you like it :3c

smut tags: porn with some plot ig, public sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism, hao is kinky as fuck, dirty talk, degradation

svt taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex

minghao taglist: @zeenanigans - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx

Saying that you hate Xu Minghao is a bit of an overstatement. 

After all, you were the one assigned to show him the ropes when he was accepted into the agency. While you’re no professional mentor, you like to think he was able to rely on you during those first few weeks. He’s been in Seoul for a better part of two years, and although his Korean can already pass as a native’s, you knew he still struggled every now and again. It’s a good thing that verbal communication isn’t direly needed in your line of work.

Minghao was an excellent dancer—one of the best you’ve seen with your own eyes. You once took pride in having a budding prodigy like him as an understudy. Whatever steps or routines you’d ask him to try out and make his own, not only will he deliver, but he’ll blow your expectations out of the water while he’s at it, too. 

It doesn’t help that he knows his own body well enough to channel each movement with passion that makes him look alluring to everyone who dares to watch any of his performances. Minghao isn’t vain or conceited or anything like that, but he’s completely aware of how attractive he is, and that’s a trait that’s further amplified by his dancing. 

You suppose the funniest part about this senior-junior relationship you have with him is how he always asks for your input about his routines. Even if Minghao has long proved that he doesn’t even need a pseudo-mentor like you, he still takes the time to hear out whatever you have to say—eager eyes always shining every time you indulge him with an answer.

Another thing that inevitably brought the two of you closer is the fact that you both take the same train and get off at the same station. Your apartment is in a different neighborhood from his, but you find comfort in the newfound company you’ve been given since Minghao’s arrival. Though he doesn’t talk much outside discussions about work and other dance-related topics, having someone familiar to sit right next to you on the train is more than enough to quell the day’s fatigue.

Your other colleagues sometimes voice out their envious comments jokingly—saying that you’re extremely lucky to have such a hot guy as constant company. Almost always, you respond with a vigorous shake of your head before insisting that things between you and Minghao aren’t at all like that. Besides, you know better than to nurse a romantic relationship between your colleagues. You wouldn’t even let yourself have a crush on any of them. 

What they don’t know, however, is that on very rare occasions when your body feels just a little too heated, and your sheets a few threads too thick, it’s Minghao that flits into your mind as your hesitant fingers reach between your thighs. 

You touch yourself to the thought of him taking you in one of the dance studios. Specifically, in front of the full-stretch mirrors as he fucks you from behind. You imagine him whispering how good you are for him, how you’re taking his cock so, so well. 

Subverting the mere image of the kind man who constantly seeks your validation for his performance has you creaming on your own fingers within minutes, and if you weren’t such a terrible person, you would’ve felt bad for thinking about him in such an obscene light. 

Then again, what Minghao doesn’t know won’t kill him.

His first month in the agency comes and goes like the changing seasons. Next thing you know, it’s time for monthly evaluations again. 

While others would usually dread these assessments, you looked forward to them. You know that they’re less a measure of talent, and more a measure of hard work. Sure, talent could be one of the main driving factors of getting a high score, but you know better than anyone else that talent is nothing if you don’t work hard enough to cultivate it. 

That’s the kind of mindset that always landed you in the top of the rankings for every monthly evaluation.

And it’s the same mindset that puts you immediately beneath Minghao. 

The agency is always prompt with the release of the results. They’d post the typewritten scores next to the dancers’ names in the bulletin board at the ground floor cafeteria for everyone to see two days after the monthly evaluation.

It was a bit of a challenge to squeeze past the other dancers to get a good look at this month’s results—the crowd being more chatty than usual. Your closer friends insisted that you’d be number one as usual, and that you didn’t have to check at all. 

Part of you wants to believe them, but the unsettling feeling that pools in the pit of your stomach doesn’t let you become complacent. It doesn’t help that everyone around you seems like they’re sneaking glances your way—only to look away when you try to catch their gaze. 

When you finally make it to the front of the board, you notice that Minghao is already there—already dressed to kill for today’s sets and routines. His black hair is still damp like he just got out of the shower and rushed straight to work, eyes glued to the bulletin board. You would’ve let your gaze linger a bit longer on his gorgeous face, had it not been for the surprise that awaits you on that single sheet of paper plastered right in front of you.

1. Xu Minghao — 100 points

Your vision tunnels in, white noise ringing in your ears. 

You could vaguely make out the characters of your name just below Minghao’s, and just a few points from a perfect score. But you didn’t care about that. All you could focus on was the fact that you’ve been kicked out of a spot that’s been yours for as long as you can remember. 

No wonder the others were buzzing amongst themselves, flashing you brief looks before whispering their thoughts on the matter to the nearest willing ear. Not a single soul has ever garnered a hundred fucking points from monthly evaluations. The evaluators cut no corners when it came to assessing their dancers’ level of skill and technique, and seeing how they deigned to give Minghao, a complete newbie, a perfect goddamned score—

“Congratulations, bro!” 

“Minghao, you’re a fucking beast! How long did you even practice?”

“That’s so cool. No one’s ever gotten a perfect hundred before.”

“You’ve gotta tell us the secret, please!”

Like a bunch of bees, the collective of dancers start to crowd Minghao—giving him congratulatory gestures and greetings alike. Your understudy simply gazes at them as if in a daze, but ever-so slowly, a smile cracks through his typically stoic demeanor. 

“Uh, thank you…?”

He’s whisked away to the cafeteria before you can blink, and you can only watch in shocked desolation as they all usher themselves away from the board.

Away from you. 

You don’t miss the way Minghao tries to catch your gaze in the midst of it all, the smile he showcased for everyone to see falling the moment he realized you’re still rooted in place. Yet he doesn’t try to break free from the crowd, nor does he attempt to call your name out loud. 

Not that you have any plans on answering if he did.

It’s only after today’s session has concluded that Minghao manages to pull you to the side for a conversation. You’re already halfway out of the building when he catches you, and you can tell that the sheer euphoria of knowing you came out on top is still humming in his veins. 

It pisses you off.

“Thank you,” he says simply. 

“For what?” You try not to sound too gruff, but the pensiveness in your voice comes out anyway. “Letting you take my spot?”

Minghao’s grin dips into a grimace—mirroring his expression from earlier. “What? I meant to say thank you for showing me the ropes. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have—hey!”

You’re probably being immature. No, you’re definitely being immature. Instead of accepting Minghao’s gratitude like a normal fucking person, you continue brisk-walking to the building’s entrance without letting him finish. Of course, he chases after you, asking if he did anything wrong or if you’re simply in a bad mood or both. 

You don’t answer him even when he continues pestering you on the way to the train station, and he doesn’t stop despite the lack of responses from your end. It’s beginning to get on your nerves, too, because he was never this goddamn pushy during all those times you went home together. What’s stopping him from being the quiet companion he’s always been?

“Can you just shut the fuck up, Hao?” you end up snapping at him when you finally get off at your shared station—earning yourself a bunch of questioning looks from nearby commuters. “You don’t have to fucking rub it in anymore than you have. I already know the results, okay?!”

“Rubbing what in?” he asks, exasperated. “I’m just asking you what’s wrong because you don’t normally act this way. Is it so bad for me to worry about my friend?”

“Friend?” you echo mirthlessly. “No fucking friend of mine takes away what belongs to me.”

This time, when you storm off, Minghao doesn’t follow you.

Fortunately, that all happened on a Friday. It takes you the entire weekend after that heated encounter at the train station to realize that maybe you went a little overboard with what you said to Minghao. 

As you replay your conversation in your head, you’re filled with a crippling sense of embarrassment. The top spot for monthly evaluations belongs only to the best—you know this better than anyone else. The only reason that the evaluators deemed you as a second placer is because Minghao is that proficient in his dancing. 

You’re one of the people who was able to watch him closest. You’ve seen the work he put into practice firsthand. You even called him a prodigy. 

So why did you make a fool out of yourself by having a meltdown at the fact that you got beaten by someone who obviously worked harder than you did?

Hard work beats talent any day. But Minghao has both honed to perfection. 

If you’re going to reclaim your rightful spot on the top, crying about it is the last thing you should do. You’re going to have to put in double the effort to call yourself worthy.

As expected, Minghao has started to distance himself from you after that spat. You don’t blame him. As much as you wanted to apologize for your behavior that night, you wouldn’t want to remain friends with a sore loser if you were in his shoes. 

But as his second month in the agency breezes past, you notice that, not only has he distanced himself, but he’s become somewhat…hostile.

He treats everyone else the same way since he came in—stoically with a few words of affirmation here and there. You, though? It’s almost like he’s forgotten all about the time you were assigned to look after him. There’s always this cockiness lingering in his eyes that grates at your nerves more than you thought it would. He’d throw you haughty glances whenever he catches you flubbing some parts of the choreography from the corner of his eye. 

The worst part is that Minghao is more vocal now compared to when he first came in—not seeing any problem with pointing out how you’re starting to slack off during practice. 

“How are you expecting yourself to take back the crown when you’re already breathless after such a simple routine?” he gloats when he catches you lingering by the water fountain, lips curved into a smirk.

You glare at him while you take a sip from your water bottle. “Fuck you. I’ve been rehearsing all fucking day. Who wouldn’t be tired?”

“People who rank first in monthly evals,” he says boredly. “Oh, but you wouldn’t know about that, now would you? At least, not anymore.”

You’re so fucking close to tearing his face off with your own fingernails that you’re slightly grateful that Minghao gets called back onto the dancefloor to polish his group’s routine. Minghao’s constitution changes in a flash—that arrogant look he reserves for you alone making way for his usual aloof expression while he makes his way back. 

He always looks cool and amicable to others, but when no one’s looking he makes sure you catch the patronizing tilt of his lips whenever he pulls off some high level choreography with zero mistakes. As if to remind you that you’re never going to take back what he stole from you. Not in a million years. 

Okay. Maybe you do hate Xu Minghao. 

You hate him a fucking lot.

…

Minghao proves that the results he reaped from his first month in the agency are no fluke.

For three consecutive months, you’re forced to stand in front of the cafeteria’s bulletin board with his name plastered on the very top. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought that the evaluators were only editing the month indicated on top of the sheet with how stagnant the results always are. 

The agency’s rising star consistently comes out on top with little to no effort, while you’re desperately clawing your way back to glory at second place. 

You didn’t know what the fucking deal was. You worked your ass off twenty four-seven. Even if you weren’t in the studio, you made sure to study all sorts of routines and choreographies so your body would remember the movements deep into your bones. 

But then you remember that even if hard work beats talent, you can never beat a man who has both at his disposal.

You’re at your wits’ end at this point—so close to giving up on the title you thought would always belong to you. Your evasive behavior did you no favors in maintaining a good reputation among your colleagues either. If you listened to their hushed conversations closely enough, you’d catch them saying how pathetic you’re being. Ostracizing yourself all because you’re insecure that your understudy became your adversary. 

The only reason you hate what they’re saying about you behind your back is because all of it is true.

Your usual group of friends doesn’t sit with you at your usual table at the cafeteria anymore, but you don’t really mind that—learning this late into your career that silence can be more beneficial than it seems. But every time you see Minghao laughing at a joke told by one of your colleagues, you can’t help but feel that familiar bite of resentment you’ve come to associate with everything he does.

If only he didn’t overtake you during his first goddamn month here. If only he wasn’t the one assigned to be your understudy. Maybe the blow to your pride wouldn’t have been this bad. Maybe you wouldn’t be licking your wounds in your loneliness. 

Maybe you wouldn’t have lost a friend you actually liked having around.

…

With an upcoming dance competition, it’s no surprise that the dancers at your agency often stay behind to polish their performances to perfection. Usually, practices would adjourn hours before the sun even sets, but these days, you find yourself exiting the building no earlier than nine PM. 

The excessive practice time has been taking a toll on you—this much you know. Your muscles have been sore for days, and no amount of painkillers and Salonpas can easily cure your affliction right away. So for tonight, you decide to take it easy—packing up once the clock hits six o’clock. The last thing you want is to accidentally pull something you shouldn’t, thus rendering your participation in the competition null and void.

But as you walk towards the train station, you realize that perhaps staying later was a smarter move after all. All around you, commuters of all ages and walks of life brush past you in their haste—the need to arrive home as soon as possible like a cloud on everybody’s heads. The closer you got to the station, the more it dawned on you.

It’s fucking rush hour.

You’ve always avoided going home during this time for two reasons. The first is the influx of commuters that’s literally and figuratively too suffocating to deal with, especially when your physical constitution isn’t in the best shape. 

The second is…because you noticed that, ever since your platonic breakup, Minghao has started leaving the studio at this hour. Later than your previous commutes home, but earlier than your new work-yourself-to-the-bone schedule. Sure, he’s still the biggest fucking prick to walk the earth whenever he feels like taunting you during practice, but he doesn’t seem interested in working overtime. 

If you’re being completely honest, you’re over the monthly evaluation results. Honest! You’ve just come to accept that nothing is ever set in stone.

Things change all the time. Humans used to believe the earth was flat. The Athenians once thought of Plato’s bullshit as the gospel truth, and—

You dared to assume you’ll be on top of the world forever.

What happened months ago was a reality check, and slowly but surely, you’re relearning the difference between ambitious and obnoxious. It’s a humbling experience that you’re honestly grateful for happening because…if it weren’t for that harsh reminder that there’ll always be someone out there who’s better than you, then you wouldn’t strive to improve at all.

You let out a quaint sigh when you settle into the train. As expected, tonight’s commuters have filled it out to complete capacity, and you wouldn’t have caught the last available space near the doors if you hadn't sprinted like a madman. Though your aching muscles practically scream in complaint, you comfort yourself with the promise of a long soak in your bathtub the moment you get home.

The smooth tone of the announcer’s voice rings from the overhead speakers, telling all passengers to step away from the doors, as the train is about to leave. Not that any of you can help it. You’re all packed like sardines in what’s usually a pretty spacious train car if you came in just an hour earlier or later. 

All of a sudden, you find yourself missing those days where you’d sit on the side where you could see the sunset breezing past the windows—listening to the stories of someone you can’t even hold a civilized conversation with anymore. But before that train of thought can progress any further, you shake your head as if the mere gesture alone can dispel your longing.

You try to press yourself back to avoid getting crushed by the automatic doors, muttering a quiet apology to the person behind you since you ended up subsequently squeezing him further into the crowd of cramped passengers. When the doors finally close, you hear him say a quick it’s okay, back at you, you’re forced to whip around in the limited space with your mouth agape.

Right behind you is Xu Minghao, looking just as distressed as you are.

He’s changed out of his usual practice clothes—having exchanged it for an oversized crewneck and sweats. His expensive headphones hang unused around his neck, and you wonder if you wouldn’t have noticed each other if only he was blasting music directly into his ears…

The urge to take back your courteous apology is strong, but you would much rather not give him any more of your energy than you already have. You’d take all his insults and badmouthing head-on in the studio, but it’s been a really long day, and you don’t have enough fire going to extend his hostility inside a crowded train in the middle of rush hour. 

“Why’re you out so early?”

You can feel gooseflesh prickle the skin of your shoulders when you feel Minghao’s breath next to your ear. A glare settles between your eyes as you jolt away from him in the limited space that affords you to do so. 

“Watch it, asshole. You’re way too close for comfort,” you hiss. “And the time I go home is none of your business.”

Minghao shrugs. “I dunno, you always stay late to practice. Is it so bad to be curious?”

“Yeah, because if it hasn’t occurred to you yet, I actually hate your guts, and I don’t appreciate you talking to me like we’re friends.”

He falls silent for a moment, and in the next moment the train lurches into motion—nearly catching you off balance. You’re quick to brace a hand against the door, but you startle again when you feel a large hand around your arm, touching you in a way that’s meant to steady. You spare Minghao another glance, but there’s less vitriol laced in your gaze and more confusion.

“Are we…” he whispers, gaze shied away from yours as he maintains a steady grip on your arm. Then, he gulps. “Are we not friends anymore?”

Again, you scowl. 

Is he being real with you right now?

“Dude, I am completely over the monthly evaluations if you think that’s the reason I’m being the way I am with you,” you hiss. “I was going to apologize after I said all that hurtful stuff in the past. But then you went ahead and started writing your very own villain arc. So, ask yourself: were you even my friend at all, Hao?”

The sound of that nickname making its way past your lips is familiar yet foreign at the same time. During these past few months, you’ve never once called Minghao anything else but asshole, dick, jerk, self-centered punk, and other variations of those words. You don’t want to admit it, but calling him by something that’s close to an endearment makes you feel like there’s cotton sticking to the roof of your mouth. 

Minghao doesn’t respond yet again, and you force yourself to face forward—leaning your head against the glass of the door so you wouldn’t have to look back at him anymore. You’re pretty sure the salaryman right next to you has been eavesdropping on your conversation this entire time, but it’s not like he has any other choice given the circumstances. 

You let the constant whir of the train engine lull you into a calmer disposition, heartbeat finally equalizing after everything you just shot at Minghao. That’s probably the most you’ve said to him all month, and to say that you’re not the least bit embarrassed about how you admitted wanting to apologize for a past transgression is a blatant lie. 

But what’s done is done. You’re just going to have to accept the fact that the man you once thought of as a good friend; the same man who’s now the main antagonist of your life and career, is standing behind you in your rush hour commute. Just twenty minutes more, and he’ll be out of your hair soon. 

Much to your delight, Minghao keeps his mouth shut until the train pulls over at the next station. The doors open with a mechanical ding, accompanied by the announcer's voice yet again. You’ve heard the monologue thousands of times, but you don’t quite hear it over the throng of passengers rushing to get off the train. 

You make way for them by scooting towards the back of the car, and Minghao does the same. But instead of shuffling away from you the moment there’s more room to move around like you thought he would, he lingers closely to your form. 

However, the amount of people that got off on this station is quickly replenished by a new horde of passengers—quickly filling in the space you thought would last for at least a few more stations. Once again, you find yourself slowly being squeezed closer to the corner of the car, but for some reason, Minghao wedges himself between you and the unassuming college boy whose wireless earphones are plugged in as he scrolls through his phone. 

When you realize what he’s trying to do, you say, “You don’t have to protect me or anything. I’m fine on my own.”

Minghao rolls his eyes. “You obviously didn’t see how you looked like you’re about to get crushed. Just thank me and we’re good.”

A biting retort is already resting on your tongue with how passive-aggressive that response of his sounds like. What the hell is his problem? It’s not like you asked for him to shield you from the other passengers. 

And yet…

“Thanks, I guess.”

You watch him visibly stiffen at your words, and you feel your heart slamming into your ribcage the moment you utter them. Did you really just thank the same man who’s been making your life at work a living hell for months?

The train starts to pick up speed again before you can answer that yourself.

You practically glare at the corner you’ve been forced into the entire trip to the next station. Minghao is right behind you, but you can’t be assed to worry about that when you’re chewing your lip out of frustration. Part of you feels relieved that you swallowed your pride and thanked him, but the part that’s been receiving the brunt of his antagonism for the past half year hisses in disagreement.

He’s an asshole. He’s a self-centered prick that uses people as stepping stones. He’s—

“...Sorry.”

You refuse to turn around. You refuse to believe that he’s actually—

“I’m sorry for being a jerk to you,” Minghao murmurs, and you feel his fingers graze your shoulder as if to emphasize the words with the sincerity of his touch. “I just… I didn’t know how to act when you lashed out at me back then. Y-You were my only friend, and I thought you’d be proud that I achieved something after working so hard for an entire month.”

You’re at a loss for words, completely stunned by the honesty in his voice. You’ve only known Minghao for a short while—been on good terms with him for even shorter—but you can always tell whenever he’s lying. 

This is not one of those times.

“A…friend of mine told me that I tend to act based on how I’m treated,” he continues. “I know that doesn’t excuse how I’ve been acting around you for so long, but… I guess when I got the hint that you hated me, the only way I could cope with that is to hate you right back. Even if I really didn’t.”

No. This isn't real. You’re dreaming. This is probably a side-effect from all those late hours you’ve spent in the studio—

You let out a soft squeak when you feel him rest his forehead against the back of your head, sighing so deeply, it makes you wonder how long he’s been thinking about apologizing properly. Minghao grips your arms again, not to help maintain your balance, but more to anchor himself onto his own. 

“I don’t care if everyone else in the studio looks at me like I’m some sort of god on the dancefloor,” he admits, voice so quiet, you could barely hear him. “The only person I’d want to look at me is you.” 

Your breath hitches, and you’re sure he hears it. 

“Can we please go back to normal again?” Minghao pleads. “I miss hearing your comments about my dances. I miss going home together.

“I miss you.”

The sincerity in his voice singes through you like a red-hot iron poker. You don’t know what to say, what to feel. All you can focus on is the stuttering breaths Minghao takes from behind you. 

If you’ve ever imagined reconciling with him, this certainly isn’t the most optimal venue. But now that he’s bared his defenses, you don’t see any benefit to keeping up your own.

“I’m…sorry and I missed you, too,” you admit somewhat sheepishly, thanking the higher deities up there that he can’t see the way your blood rushes to your cheeks. “But I don’t really know how to—”

Your sentence is cut off mid-way when the train abruptly runs into a bump on the tracks, forcing Minghao’s body against yours when he momentarily loses his footing. It’s an accident, and you wouldn’t have minded since some turbulence in this part of the city isn't rare at all. But that split second where Minghao got thrown against you from the impact made you all too cognizant of how thin the material of both your skirt and his sweatpants are.

“Sorry, sorry,” Minghao sighs before bracing an arm towards one of the walls to your left. The rustle of his clothes gives rise to the scent of his cologne wafting to your nostrils—a fresh, not-too-musky aroma that makes your head spin despite.

Just your luck, the train pitches to the side and you feel Minghao’s groin brush against your ass once again. This time, you’re not strong enough to hold down the soft whimper that tumbles out of your lips, and you don’t even feel ashamed about it.

Suddenly, you remember a time from back then where you’d spend your nights getting off to the same man who’s unknowingly sparking your arousal in the unlikeliest of places. You’ve once fucked yourself to the thought of him, so what’s the use with getting embarrassed now? As long as he doesn’t know, you should be fine.

Except Minghao isn’t deaf, and he definitely picked up on that suggestive little noise you just made.

Experimentally, he lets one of his hands dip lower and lower until his fingertips brush the hem of your skirt. That sinfully short skirt that keeps riding up your thighs every time you do a rather bold move during practice. His eyes are completely trained on you even if you’re still facing the corner, and when he feels you shiver, all the blood in his system rushes down south.

“You’re into this?” Minghao chuckles, bracing his hands on your hips before sliding his growing arousal against the ridge of your ass. “My… I didn’t think mending our friendship again would go this swimmingly. How about I take you out to dinner first?”

“Hao!” you chastise him with a poisonous look, but from the way you subtly rock your hips in time with his movements, Minghao can tell that dinner is the last thing on your mind right now.

He chuckles softly, keeping one hand steady on your hip while the other dips beneath your skirt again. When his fingers immediately press down against the gusset of your underwear, Minghao has to bite down a groan because of the wet patch that’s already accumulated at the center. 

“Not only did you ditch your shorts, but you’re already this wet? From a little grinding?” he hisses into your ear. “Needy fucking slut.”

You can’t help the way your pussy clenches at the harsh name he just called you. It’s all so strange. You never once reacted this way whenever he called you a bitch or anything similar, but you suppose when you’ve made amends with a friend you’ve secretly been wanting to fuck since you first laid your eyes on him, there’s no use keeping up any charades.

“Your hatred was all just an act, isn’t it?” he laughs, nudging your underwear to the side so he can get a feel of just how wet you areas you spread your legs to accommodate him. “Do you rile me up on purpose because you can’t deal with the fact that you actually want me?”

"You're delusional," you bite back.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

Another low laugh rumbles in his chest and you swear you don't get wetter with each hum of it as he presses closer to your ear. "Lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart."

You’re about to answer him when the announcer’s voice rings from the speakers yet again, saying that the next station is approximately five minutes away. This promptly rips you out of your lustful haze as you realize you’re very much still in public, where dozens upon dozens of passengers still share the same car with the both of you. Minghao seems to pick up on your split-second realization, but doesn’t seem fazed by the idea of getting caught doing this in the presence of strangers.

“Lots of passengers are going to get off at the next station, but not a lot are going to get on like the last one,” he whispers before plunging two of his fingers into your sopping cunt without warning. 

You have to physically cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from gasping out loud. When you turn to look at Minghao again, eyes ablaze with disbelief, he simply flashes you an evil smile.

“If you want to come on my fingers, do it in five minutes, whore.”

The sensation of his long, slender digits curling inside you forces you to brace yourself against your tiny little corner of that train car. Your skin prickles everywhere as Minghao grinds his half-hard cock against your backside, all while he works between your pussy lips as if he’s thought about it dozens of times before. 

His digits dip in and out of your entrance like he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. Poke and prod at every inch of sensitive flesh there is or fuck you until you’re a moaning mess for everyone to see. Either way, you’re panting all while Minghao maps the expanse of your pussy with his touch alone, and every time those sinful fingers brush against your clit, you jolt in response.

“Shh,” he coos. “Don’t be too obvious, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want the entire train knowing how much of an impatient fucking slut you are—whoring all over my fingers ‘cause you can’t wait to get off the train.”

You involuntarily clench at his filthy words, begrudgingly unearthing a kink you didn’t even know you had. But at the mere mention of the other passengers, you let your eyes frantically pass over those nearby. You don’t know if they’re really preoccupied on their phones or pretending not to notice the act of indecency that’s happening right beneath their noses. The college boy that almost crushed you earlier is still banging his head to whatever song is playing on his phone, and you take that as a sign to let yourself go.

“Now that won’t do,” Minghao tuts before sliding his fingers back inside you, nudging your thighs even further apart before curling his digits just so. “How can you come in five minutes if you’re so distracted?”

“F-Fuck,” you whine as quietly as you can. “Hao, f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he laughs softly and your vision goes black for a moment when you feel his thumb graze your clit with just the right pressure. Just how dextrous can he be? “Then focus on my fingers, sweetheart. If you can’t come before the train arrives at the next station, maybe I’ll just go back to hating you tomorrow after all.”

You nearly choke on a moan when he starts to rub your sensitive nub in varying pressures and speeds, nearly robbing you of your ability to speak. “You’re a f-fucking asshole, you know that?”

“You’re a fucking bitch, but see where that got you now?”

It’s almost like you’re hard-wired to rebut everything he says, and you have all those months of shared antagonism to thank for it. But when Minghao crooks his fingers at a slightly different angle, your already sore legs nearly give out when his fingers hit you deep enough to make stars dance in the seams of your vision.

“Oh?” He sounds so smug, you actually want to hit him. “There it is.”

You can hardly believe it. You can barely find your own g-spot even on good days if you don’t put your back into using your toys right, yet Minghao got it in less than five minutes, inside a train full of passengers, no less?

Your brain has all but fizzled out when the pads of his fingers start to massage that sweet, sweet spot inside of you again—milking your body for all those lovely reactions you’re so willing to give to him. Minghao’s cock is an ever-present weight against your ass, but this isn’t about him. It’s about you, and how badly he wants to feel you come apart on his fingers right here, right now.

“You liked being fingered on the train, sweetheart?” Minghao rasps into your ear, relentless in his movements as tears start to line your lashes. “Like it when you supposedly hate the man that’s doing this to you? That’s made you this fucking wet?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You’d let him stick his dick into you right now if he wanted, but you know that Minghao isn’t going to risk that just yet. So instead, you focus on the sensation of those skillful fingers—the same ones you’ve dreamt about a long time ago—coaxing out a high you never thought you’d achieve outside the four corners of your bedroom. 

You can think about his stroke game later. Those powerful thighs as he thrusts into you. Not to mention how euphoric it would feel to come around his cock, milking him for that white-hot release until it dribbles down your thighs and he inevitably fucks it all back into you—

The stimulation of Minghao’s dexterous digits coupled with the thrill of being caught are the main players for today’s debauchery, but it’s that particular fantasy that pushes you over the edge. 

One moment, you feel like you’re on top of the world again, and the next you can taste blood in your mouth with how hard you bite against your lip to muffle your moans. A gush of slick coats Minghao’s fingers as he helps you ride out of your orgasm, peppering the side of your face with butterfly kisses.

“Pretty little whore, coming in record time,” he chuckles.

You can barely just start taming your breathing when Minghao takes his fingers out of your panties—tugging your skirt down back to semi-decency before prodding those same fingers against your lips. Still dazed from the high he just let you experience, you open your mouth, lathering your tongue against each digit as the tangy taste of you fills your tastebuds. 

“Good fucking girl.”

The train eases into the next station, and just as Minghao predicted, the car frees up just enough for you to get comfortably seated by the windows again. He sits right next to you the whole time—hand never straying from yours as he holds it firmly in his. For some reason, that gesture of his flusters you more than the stunt he just pulled five minutes ago.

When you both get off the vehicle, the awkwardness begins to settle in your system. You don’t know what you’re supposed to say to him after all of...that. Is there even a protocol to follow after getting finger-fucked on public transportation?

“Hey.”

You startle when Minghao breathes out while the two of you make your way out of the station. It’s the first time he’s broken the silence since arriving, and your heart pounds in anticipation of what he’s about to say next.

“I really am sorry for all the shit I said to you these past few months,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his head like he’s just as clueless about what to do as you are.

You blink up at him. “Um, yeah. You already told me, Hao.”

“I just figured it was worth repeating.”

“Giving me a mindblowing orgasm is a good enough apology on its own, you know.”

He stops walking for a moment, and you look back at him with brows raised.

“Really now?” he asks, and—there’s that smirk again. That no good smirk. “I don’t think I’ve received a ‘good enough apology’ from you yet, sweetheart.”

One glance at his sweats, and sure enough, the evidence of his own raging arousal is still up for grabs. You feel your pussy tingle at the mere thought of what’s to come once you voice out your agreement, even if your overworked muscles are begging for a break.

Oh, well. Might as well stock up on more painkillers on the way.

⟢ end notes: i really really REALLY went overboard on this one and there isn't even any piv sex in action holy fucking shit LMFAO TT to lovely user yourfavoritefreakyhan, i hope i didn't scare you off with the word count JSHFD I REALLY JUST GOT CARRIED AWAY AHAHS hao has been testing me for DAYS and it manifested in this . anyway, pls don't expect every request from my ask game to turn out this fucking long bc this rly was just a heat of the moment creation AJSDHSJHF

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— bias tag game *ੈ✩‧₊˚

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list! (thanks for tagging me @jeonwon-wonwoo hehe)

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max's bias list:

junhui

dino

vernon

woozi

minghao

seungkwan

dk

yeji

hyuka

taeyong

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1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

dk! when i first started getting into seventeen, he was my first bias. i dont think i can ever get over him tbh his voice is one of the best ive ever heard and whenever i hear him sing, it just makes me smile lol he just always sounds like he loves what hes doing, whatever it is

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

im definitely more attached to dino. my admiration for him grew over time, it wasnt an instant thing so it means more to me lol

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

as much as i love jun, i would choose to hang out with vernon more because we have a lot in common. i told noa my delulu dream is to hang out with vernon, get stoned and watch movies lmao thats all i want in life

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9?

his smile 🥹 he's so charming and sweet

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality?

his authenticity! i know idols probably get trained and coached on how theyre supposed to act on different shows and appearances but seungkwan's personality really shows wherever he's on. he's naturally funny and kind <3

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

im so proud of her 😭 i cant imagine how hard it is being a woman in this industry, its already hard enough being a woman PERIOD

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

id raid jun's closet lol i think his style is cozier than dino's so it'd fit my taste better. also have you seen his miu miu clothes???????

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try?

hmm he always looks good in a suit so id love to see him in a camp theme!!! he'd have a ton of references so i know his personal taste would be 10/10

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

woozi... im 2 inches taller than him 😭

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

i love taeyong's music!!!

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tagging (no pressure!): @fairyhaos @homerunhansol @jeongtokkie @hwanghyunjinenthusiast @kveom @taekurai @woozification @sunmiyane @nayeonblr @kwonhochi @eoieopda @soobiniz + anyone else who would like to! (sorry if you've been tagged already hehe)

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5, 21 & 22 (ateez or onewe ^^) ; hello, e. <333 hope you're doing well 🌷

m. <3 same for you, dear 🌸

5) Who feels the most like home?

Hmmm...... out of all my biases, I'd probably say my svt bias line? But tbh, lately Minghao's attacking me A LOT with comfort feelings so I'm gonna go with him. He just radiates that calm, soothing energy and wisdom, but he's also cute and clingy and just has that annoying unhinged sibling energy sometimes?? What's more home than that?? (Also my dad is really into fancy tea and tea ceremonies so... yeah...)

22) What are they passionate about and how does that make you feel?

(and y'know what? ateez AND onewe >:D)

Yonghoon's passion is obviously his music and making weves cry and wtf he's really good at soccer??? And look, it makes me feel emotional like all his songs and I'm geniunely in awe of how hardworking is - but I wanna keep this lighthearted and the one thing he's also passionate about and that's honestly hilarious to me and that I admire greatly is how he's always trying to rizz up Kanghyun askjgdahsg because SAME 😭😭 Nothing makes my day quicker than leader line bickering lmao, I love them so much I want what they have (also he was so happy when he finally succeeded ;-;)

For Hongjoong, his passion for fashion and especially the stuff he does with his clothes is just ??? idek how to describe it, like the joy he radiates and how freely he seems to express himself in his art is just ??? i'm a mess, sir???? idk idk just something about people being creative and expressing themselves just makes me emotional wreck

21) Talk about one of your favorite features of a bias

So for Hongjoong I'm really torn between his eyes and his lips?? But probably his eyes because he's the master of facial expressions and his eye acting???? Unreal. He's just has such pretty eyes and I hope that whoever came up with putting the lil gems right under his eyes in the shoots for the spin off gets a raise

As for Yonghoon.... this will get long........... (aka i'm totally normal about him hahhahaha)

but to summarize it:

YONGHOON'S FUCKING NECK AND VEINS

(i mean who am i kidding there's not a thing about my man that doesn't make me fold like a piece of laundry but....)

I swear he's gonna be the death of me in a general sense but like ??? his fucking neck ??? and ??? the veins ???? you have no idea what that does that to me and like when he has neck tattoos????????

but when he's singing and his veins pop, it's just.... my life ends and everything, i just shut down i can't handle that... i'm just a simp

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL??????? and bro fucking knows it!!!! (as he should asgashgdajkk)

...also this made me think of yonghoon so i'm gonna put some my fave yongie pics here because i now miss him and am sad :(((

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wait huh bts were the cult song meow meows????? also my new bias(sorry for being a whore ACKK I still love minghao I swear) is literalllllly little meow meow he looks like a cat well he looks more like a raccoon which is the best animal. anyway sorry this wasnt supposed to be about him he is just been on my mind 24/7 and I cant go in the Tumblr tag for him cause theres a new episode of the survival show hes on released I havent watched yet

agust d aka Yoongi aka poor little meow meow suga included cult leader jim jones speech on his second album D-2 in 2020, as the intro to the track "What do you think?". the story about Jim jones cult and the massacre he caused is absolutely horrific and not just your regular cult story. seriously, I wanna give a TW if you look it up. the speech was then removed after backlash and an apology was put out about how the producer (not clarified if the producer was yoongi or not, as the song has 3 producers) had selected the sample, not knowing who the speaker was. the whole incident left me with a really uneasy feeling and to this day I dont know what to think of it.

is the new bias kieta...kiata... smth from boys planet who ive seen you posting about. its okay your heart is just big!<3 I love catboys so, raccoons why not, they're also cute. you can talk about him its ok ^^

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↬genre: romance; angst; slice of life; minimal smut.

↬characters: jeon wonwoo x reader | mentions: mingyu, joshua & jeonghan.

↬w.c: 9.8K (pls throw me off a cliff)

↬author`s note: i know i still have some of the boys left but hands down this is literally my favourite one from the series. it`s also the longest one out of the series because i almost fell in love with wonwoo while writing this (not me lying by saying almost). he`s not my bias but i like him a lot personality-wise. we also have a lot of similar traits so that might be it. okay okay time to stop rambling & now wish you a very happy reading!

↬synopsis: there are 13 boys who lives in your town where each of them have each of their own colours. some you know in person & some from afar so one day you sat down deciding to describe each of their colours absorbing all of their goodness and all of their flaws. you wondered what if someone in some other town ever thought of questioning when they looked at these boys, that―what if we lived in the same town?

☍ seungcheol | jeonghan | joshua | junhui | soonyoung | wonwoo | jihoon | seokmin | mingyu | minghao | seungkwan | vernon | chan

[05:04 PM] [she told him, the sun has kissed you enough, now it`s my turn]

―that day as you waited for wonwoo`s arrival, your eyes lingered longer than you expected at the parallelogram-shaped sunlight that had passed through the window and had fallen upon the mahogany floorboard.

inside the library, in that place that you were yet not so familiar with although left you a bit restless from inside, the lack of blinking pricked your eyes. somehow the fallen sunrays had a hypnotizing effect on you just like a person you know. might be just a mystery of its own, you assumed.

“_______?” out of nowhere, you heard a small deep voice utter your name that simultaneously snapped you out of your daze.

lifting your head up at the familiar sound, you found wonwoo peeking, those feline-like eyes softly set on you, from the huge shelf stacked with books published and breathing longer than both of yours existence.

but before your eyes could adjust their focus on the elephant in the room, your mood instantly shifted to a different spectrum as you found yourself in your expected person`s presence. it was as if with his arrival wonwoo brought in with himself a glass of some magical potion whose key ingredients were happiness, comfort and a sense of protection for you to drink and relief yourself from your internal restlessness.

“oh?” your own voice came out in a much higher octave than you yourself expected as you raised your brows on reflex when you finally discovered what you were supposed to discover much before than this, “you really did it!?”

wonwoo, whose tall figure was previously almost hidden behind the much taller shelf came out with a coy smile hanging from the corner of his lips and without meeting your eyes, at your surprised question, he ducked his head down to scratch the behind of his head and then drown in a river of shyness.

“i don`t know what came upon me last night…” you heard him trailing off, “bought the dye from the store while coming back from your place….and just got done with the business by the time it was two in the morning,”

“so you did it on a whim? just because i suggested it?” even if someone was not looking at you, they could still be a hundred percent sure that you were beaming from cheek to cheek. it was visibly evident in your voice.

“i guess that`s one way to put it. you handed the suggestion and i took it.” your friend lifted his eyes and with all his teeth and nose scrunch went, “heh.”

when wonwoo did his ‘heh’ while finally meeting your eyes, something instantly melted inside your chest. although you had a thousand years old shock reflected on your face, you gave him an impressed smile.

“you look,” raising your hands mid-air accompanied by slow blinks of your eyes, you tried to convey your words with all kind of gestures, “absolutely…stunning.”

“ehhh, you think so?”

“of course! what else can i even think of otherwise?” you whisper-yelled at him, attempting to convince him how significantly wondrous he looked in that pale yet brightly white-dyed hair colour.

“thank you, thank you. you`re too kind to me, _______,”

you pfft-ed at him, stopping yourself from getting yourself ahead with anymore compliments thrown at him lest they make wonwoo more flustered than he already was but you were absolutely sure if this interaction had had happened outside this library where silence forever finds its home, you would`ve definitely squealed at the sudden outlook change of your college buddy.

“by the way, what were you looking at on the floor? was it a bug?” wonwoo asked as he turned his head around for a quick glance on the sunlit floorboard.

“wait, so you didn`t greet me right away?” brows furrowed in suspicion, you asked away.

“no, i was watching you through the top gap between the books and the shelf,” he shook his head mischievously, his chin held high.

rolling your eyes, you denied that actually it was not a bug rather you were just captivated by the perfectly shaped sunray. also, what`s with wonwoo and his hobby to watch you when you`re not looking at him and most often when you`re in a trace? he`s been like this since you both have been closely acquainted and you still had no idea why he does it. did he do this just to tease you? or did he know more about things that you were then yet to figure out?

nevertheless as the shyness shredded one layer after another, wonwoo slowly walked up to you and took the textbook you issued last week that you held against your chest. he was supposed to borrow it for the coming week so you were initially there to pass it to him.

“so um, do you want to stay back?” he then offered quite hesitantly.

now at such a close proximity, you were finally able to be more taken by how handsome your friend looked in this new hair colour that completely almost perfectly complemented with his thin-rimmed round silver glasses. therefore, it took your head a bit more time to render the question asked by him.

“huh?” you asked surprised half at his offer and half at his handsome face from your height.

“are you okay? are you still on earth, _____?” wonwoo chuckled while asking as he leaned in to inspect if there`s still any trace of daze inside your eyes.

you instantly shut them not meeting with his own right away. shaking your head, you dismissed anymore thoughts of external admiration for the person in front of you and waved your now empty hands void of the previously held book expressing that you were indeed fine although from inside you knew it was half a lie.

“good, you almost had me a bit concerned there.”

“sorry, you`re a bit distracting right now,” with a nervous laugh, you confessed.

wonwoo, who had already straightened his back didn`t say anything in reply instead he smiled and pointed at the farthest corner of the library behind you, right next to the last window of that direction.

“sit with me there?” he requested with a tilt of his head.

you nod back at him enthusiastically with a hum.

when wonwoo started walking past you and you began to tail behind him with half a meter of distance, you saw the sun following him from behind too and it made you almost close the distance and place the tip of your fingers upon his neck to feel the heat of the sun from his skin.

you witnessed the rays that mingled with the freshly dyed white hair on his head, almost kissing the nape of his neck all the while making you jealous for some unclear reason and illuminating him from the back. the dark blue jeans jacket that hugged his wide back made it almost impossible for you to look past your vision and yet even with that uncertainty lingering around you, you still walked matching his white sneakers clad steps with your black mary jane flats knowing you`re safe and sound with this person.

maybe this was exactly what wonwoo was talking about on orientation day.

almost one year and seven months ago, at the start of your first semester, specifically on the day of your orientation, you found yourself in a dilemma.

not surprised and yet not exactly disappointed at how your lack of sense of direction hadn`t improved since your school days, you stood there in the wrong hallway holding your class schedule in your right hand while the other hand had the tightest grip on the strap of your bag as the reflection of your spiking anxiety.

at the same time, your eyes followed every single student in the hallway as if somehow, according to something inside you, these people had everything figured out in this world and you were, at the end of the day, the only odd ball standing away from the crowd yet again at the sidelines.

“um, hello?”

surprised, with a sharp intake of breath that probably startled the owner of the heavy deep voice too, you turned to your left to find a boy in round silver glass who was almost a head taller than you. he was leaning over with a very evident concern in his feline-like eyes.

wow, he looks just like a cat, even in such distress that you`ve found yourself in, that was literally the first thing that came to your mind when you met with the unnamed boy`s eyes.

“you`re not lost, are you?” he asked you quite slowly as if he was speaking to a child.

he had his eyes so strongly set on you that for some reason you couldn`t steer clear of his face. it was as if he was pulling you in through an abstract formula.

“wow, your voice…”

of course, it was just you thinking out loud and when you saw his brows perk up at your breathless voice, heat gathered across your cheek and you tore your eyes away from his face.

“ah! don`t worry i get that all the time,”

the boy tried to pacify the situation quickly knowing a bit well that you were probably embarrassed to face him after stupidly confessing your honest innermost thoughts.

“sorry,” a little voice came out of your lips, “this is embarrassing but yeah, i think i`m very pathetically lost,” your voice almost sounded like a cry of help from a distance and yet there was not anything that could prepare you for the reaction from the boy you still had no idea why was even yet talking to you?

he probably thought you were an idiot. the best thing he could do was simply ditch you right then.

“wah that`s so cool, no, i would say very comforting,”

now, wait a minute, narrowing your eyes you tilt your head up to stare at him through your lashes, “excuse me-”

“because that makes two of us,”

“huh?!” shocked, you exclaimed as if a bulb just lit up above your head.

the boy`s eyes flickered as he took a sharp head turn at your direction, looking down.

the thought processed so fast inside your head that the sheer joy which burst through you made the boy to stumble back a bit, “are you saying that you`re lost too? because if that`s the truth then my theory is right,” you swept one look at the paper you held in your hand and then up at him before continuing in a voice that had all the confidence in the world, “this directions doesn`t make no damn sense.”

it was as if, him, confessing the truth that he too was lost turned the wheels of time and you somehow travelled back to the time before he had greeted you from behind. it was as if some anonymous creature just kicked the ball of thought of you despising him and it flew across the other side of the hallway.

“i second that,” the boy nods, closing his eyes for half a second, confirming your belief.

you cannot believe that there was any way you were about to declare to yourself that you hated this guy if you knew this kind of plot twist was about to unfold.

“you know, i almost thought you were making fun of me,” you confessed assuming that the boy would probably be in another department so being a tad bit friendly, even for a time being that`s temporary, didn`t seem harmless.

“even if you were lost and i wasn`t, that still wouldn`t be fair of me. everyone has something that they`re not good at, you know?”

“thanks but i always feel like i`m a step behind from everyone at literally everything,” to deflect the fact that you suddenly said something way too dark, you gave him a small smile as you looked back down at the class schedule and the direction that`s drawn by the woman at the office, trying to figure out a solution.

“i don`t think it`s called being a step behind though? it`s called going at your pace. and even if you`re walking behind someone, isn`t it almost like walking behind someone whom you trust with your everything? have you ever had someone behind whom you can walk and not feel scared of where they`re taking you to?”

you didn`t expect him to straight out place a very serious conversation in-between you two but with his countless questions, you were bound to answer at least one of them or else you realized you wouldn`t be able to escape this situation. damn, all for attempting at being a little social.

“of course, i`ve people like that. although i can`t say i trust them with my everything…but i do have people with whom i feel comfortable.”

“then think of your life like that too. think of all these human beings just like us. think of them as someone you know from your town with whom you can trust lending your pencil and them not losing it.”

“is that even possible? i mean most of them these days are just backstabbers in disguise of a good person. we can never know what the person in front of you is thinking.”

“well, first you`ve to stop thinking that everyone is ahead of you. it`s the thought that puts your mind at such negative pedestal. i`m sure if i had not talked with you…you would`ve thought i`ve everything figured out in life, right? not knowing that i`m lost just like you? that i have flaws just like you?”

it was as if this boy was reading your mind from somewhere afar when you thought you were only standing alone, not knowing this boy and looking at everyone in this hallway with anxiety bubbling up inside you.

“now…i can`t argue with that,” you told him, “and, by the way, i`m ______. i feel like at this rate we`ll not get to exchange our names and just debate along.” you let him know, almost smiling.

“hi ______,” he greeted you with a small bow of his head, “i`m wonwoo.”

“you know, you sound like a nice person and….you`ve an unique name plus you speak so well.” and, on top of everything, i can`t believe i`m already jealous of you, you wished you could add that out loud but you didn`t.

“is that a compliment?” it was like he was teasing you. the feel was there at the edge of his voice.

“absolutely yes. i love the sound of your name.”

“wow, i never heard of someone say that.”

“congratulations because now you know.” you declared.

wonwoo, whose name now you finally know and love, nodded his head while you got back to inspecting the directions on the page you were holding.

“so…which department?”

not even five seconds passed when suddenly, he asked you, not wanting to end this conversation. you still have no idea why did he even conversed with you that long. what was so special about finding another person lost just like you? plus you were sure he didn`t think much of your intelligence.

“me? literature.” you said without looking at him.

seconds ticked by and when you didn`t get any answer, you looked up from the class schedule in your hand to wonwoo who stared at you with his lower jaw hung low, disbelief reflected all over his face.

“no way, wonwoo, you`re kidding with me, right?” it didn`t take you a second to understand.

wonwoo was actually from the same department. it was so plainly written on his face that you let out a shaky huff.

next thing you knew, he had taken out his own class schedule from his jeans pocket and both of you had extended each of your arms as you huddled next to one another, holding the schedules side by side and to both of your much greater dismay found all the classes to be a perfect match.

wonwoo had said right away that this must`ve been destiny and you had laughed thinking life must not be real because there was no way right on the first day of college you got to make a friend who was as lost as you in figuring out the orientation room and unexpectedly had the same class schedules for the next one year.

“you know what would be crazier?” chin resting on your palm, you had told him after two weeks of being seatmates at all the classes, “imagine if even for the rest of our semesters we get to be classmates at every single classes. don`t you think that would be wild?”

wonwoo, who was highlighting some lines from his textbook sniffled out a giggle and said without looking up that it`s bound to happen either way because now you both know each other plus sticking together would be much better than getting lost yet again in the hallways while figuring out his and your classes.

you thought you couldn`t agree more than this because it was also then that you had learnt that he was from the same town as you.

but because wonwoo had gone to a different high school, he had never crossed any paths with you in a town that`s so familiar to you two. a place where you both have people whom you`ve known since the beginning of your times and yet it feels so indifferent when you two are next to each other.

because here in this new city filled with strangers was where wonwoo and you found each other through such a situation that hits a little too close to home and can be laughed about in the future. as if both of you were written just like this – fate coming from behind and pulling the string between both of you from the middle to make both ends meet in a place where you will need each other the most.

maybe wonwoo was right that day. maybe this was always how things were supposed to work out between both of you.

presently, against the backdrop of the passing college days and the ordinalities of life, wonwoo has gradually settled against you, like something equivalent to the monsoon air that gingerly touches your bare back during hot summer days, like dew over grasses in the mornings, like cool water that you can feel passing down your throat, through your chest and then to somewhere unknown.

the little mundane things, the things that we overlook most often seemed to become one brick after another that shaped the room in which both of you settled in.

the exchange of written conversations at the top right and left corner of his and your notebooks during classes (depending on who sits on which side that day). the unawareness of overtime spent at each other`s studio apartments. him, arriving at your bedside with new notes from college as you lay in bed under the covers suffering from chronic period cramps and mumbling a small ‘thank you’ while he takes the half-empty water bottle on the bedside rack to refill it from your kitchen, assuring you that it`s nothing.

him, peeling a tangerine for you while you run through your summarized notes the afternoon before exams. you, fervently texting him at midnight, making sure he`s not staying up too late while binge reading any novel that you`ve found him to be secretly consumed in even during classes.

“do you want me to make you some tea?” you ask him on every other evenings because it`s the only thing you`re decent at making, the only good thing that you can make with your own two hands for him while he`s standing in your little kitchen in a white sleeveless tee, the baby blue shirt that he was wearing over it during college hours, now resting on your study chair along with his glasses upon your desk. he tells you, “yes, i would love to,” and while the water boils, he recites you the poem he wrote previous night before falling to sleep while his perfectly combed hair seems to unravel on its own.

“pull me towards the farthest corner of this house and tell me all about the parts of you that`s dead from within. tell me things like as if they`re one god`s whisper and i`ll hold them all upon my palm like dried up lilies,” you heard him recite once from one of his own pieces and wished for that god he talks about in the poem to allow you to travel inside that mind of his.

on the other hand, there`s also you and him, laughing as your and his hands find each other for the entanglement of security, from miss-stepping because after coming out of that air conditioned café that one night, both of your glasses have fogged up and now you both can`t see the curb properly.

with passing days, you had slowly opened up a lot to him, at your pace, just like he asked you to be. it was something that came out like a broken dam spilling in slow motion. a gentle push from behind and everything which was inside you came out spilling one after another, gently and steadily.

wonwoo, who is calm and understanding; wonwoo, who always has words at the tip of his tongue like a poet who has lived through centuries inside his body, made sure to take his time with you, to soften up the edges of this distance between you and him and your jumbled up words when you`re not sure if they truly reflect what you truly feel.

he sees your shortcomings like as if his eyes are the ones that`s imperfect. he doesn`t judge. he doesn`t object. his hums feel like gentle kisses on your shoulders when he`s next to you, standing or sitting, watching your lips open one room`s door after another of your soul allowing him to inch forward and peek into them one at a time, hoping and waiting patiently by the doors for your permission to at least live inside one of them.

at the same time, there are things that wonwoo doesn`t truly understand about you and he calls them your own little mysteries but he accepts the weight that you carry on your shoulders. he holds you against himself and lets you carry the load with half the strength unlike before, like carrying together a heavy bag of grocery – you holding one strap and him, the other one.

you told him about your first love which was painfully unrequited. you told him about your classmates with whom you had made promises to stay in touch but has failed miserably and you know, partially, it`s your fault. wonwoo in return told you to emphasize on the word ‘partially’ because relationships that are truly meant to be, has to always meet half-way. it`s like two curve lines meeting to form a perfect circle. one single line can never make a perfect circle. somehow it will always form not even a perfect oval.

you told him when you had fallen down the stairs and almost broke your nose at 4th grade. he didn`t laugh instead he asked you if it troubles you anymore. you told him no but you`re still cautious when going upstairs at any place. you told him how you don`t like seafood but has to eat it anyway because your mother loves it and doesn`t understand why you don`t. you told him how you wish you knew what daughters with fathers who loves them back feels like and if not, can they ever forgive their fathers for leaving them? because what else is left of you if you forgive them? will the rage go or will the permanent emptiness fade like a crumbled up water bottle getting filled up out of nowhere?

you told him you don`t know if there`s something wrong with you when you feel like you can`t trust anyone or make long lasting friendships. you told him even though you want to love and be loved, you don`t know where to start.

and, wonwoo listens to each of your words, like a dimwit already in love with you. he plays with your rings and traces the lines upon your palms when you have fallen asleep while watching a movie next to him in his dimly lit living room. he allows you to unlink the cuff buttons of his flannels and to roll the sleeves back during winter mornings so as to witness the sun falling upon his skin, while you two are standing inside the train next to the sliding door that takes you both to college.

one same morning like this, wonwoo had an offer to make.

it was one month after the incident in the library when he had revealed his new hair colour. you could see the white fading whenever you stared too long at him. wonwoo said that because it`s almost time for the christmas holidays so he was thinking if both of you could drive back home together considering he had just gotten an international driving license, you know, just out of celebration.

“great. so this means you`ll now get to show off to me that not only are you better in studies than me but also impeccable at driving?” you told him to which wonwoo had let out a big laugh. it`s always a little joke in-between you two – your paranoia of driving on your own which resulted in you not even attempting to take part in any driving lesson, forget even thinking of earning a driving license.

“that…is what you think,” with a shake of his head, he pointed his forefinger at you, “don`t pull me into such thoughts of yours, i don`t want to live inside your head like that.”

“whatever,” your rolled your eyes at his words.

“so?”

“so what?” you rebuked back.

“are you up for it?”

“i don`t know…i need to think,” 

you looked at him for long, into his eyes that was already set on yours. narrowing them, you tried to find something behind that face of his. you still can`t figure how can someone look so much like a cat. but you can`t tell him that now, not in this moment because-

“don’t tell me you`re thinking of me looking like a cat again, ______. i know that eyes way too much at this point,” wonwoo said, almost in a deadpan tone.

goddamn it, jeon wonwoo.

“hey! you can`t just read my mind like that!” with wide eyes, you told him off in embarrassment.

wonwoo chuckled teasingly and at the same time waited ardently for your answer to his offer.

you told him you`ll think about it at the door of your first class and then answer him in the evening, which is exactly what you did. you took his offer up with no hesitance while making ramen for yourself that night and by the time, christmas was three days away, wonwoo was already back to his natural hair colour which was jet black and you`ve never found yourself as enamored by how it complements with his deep set eyes. it`s like you missed seeing him like this.

wonwoo waited for you in front of your studio apartment building with the car that he had borrowed from someone he knows from other department. you asked him if that`s okay to which he said that you didn`t have to worry so much.

“trust me with this, ______,” he said convincingly.

“i just don`t feel good with sitting inside a stranger`s car.”

“not even when i`m the one driving?” wonwoo asked as he fixed the seatbelt on you.

“it`s not about you. of course, i trust you. it`s just…i don`t know. am i being weird again?” you shrugged.

“you`ll be fine, ________, you have me right next to you,”

“don`t you ever get tired of saying all these cheesy stuff?”

wonwoo made a gesture of zipping up his mouth and then contradicted the action in the next second by saying, “also you`re not weird. never to me, at least.” which earned him a very familiar roll of your eyes.

next as wonwoo brought the car to life, you rolled down your window and looked outside, whispering a little temporary goodbye in your mind to the city you both met in.

he dropped you off at your place around seven in the evening and when you told him that you`ll see him again, wonwoo didn`t smile that big instead he told you to play with your old classmates from school rather than boring yourself out with him.

making a displeased face you made sure he understood that you didn`t like what he said. you knew it was never going to happen. you were definitely not going to play with any of your classmates from school. well, maybe, you can catch up with mingyu or something or call joshua if he`s visiting this christmas or not but other than that, there`s really no straight-cut promises there.

“i`ll try,” you told him, “but i can`t promise anything.”

“you`ve to take care of yourself too, _______,”

“i will and you don`t bore me, wonwoo,” you told him as he was turning around to get into the car.

“oh? that makes me feel good,” he replied quite nonchalantly as he nudged his glasses. you knew he was being light-hearted about the sudden heaviness in the air. after all, you two have never been apart this long at least since you`ve met.

there was always a promise of a ‘see you in the morning’ after every ‘goodnight’ in the city that`s not his or yours. but this ‘goodnight’ didn`t have that same ring to it so you didn`t wish him back. you didn`t want this to end.

“wonwoo?” you stepped down the curb in-front of your home, putting your hand on the edges of the window, “do you think we`ll cross each other this time? i mean now we know we live in the same town plus it`s christmas. i`m pretty sure if we both go out respectively, who knows, we might stumble upon each other.”

wonwoo was already inside the car by then when you were speaking but when he heard your question, he leaned onto the passenger seat where you were previously sitting, “the possibility is not zero but i`m not sure,”

you huffed out loud, “why are you being so negative? you know my place at least,”

“not really. and, are you offering a sleepover? at your place?”

“i didn`t say sleepover though. just visiting is enough, you know?”

“what about your mother? won`t she mind?”

at the mention of your mother, you turned around to look at the lit up windows of your place and gulped. closing your eyes, you nodded, “yeah, you`re right,”

“right? so call me,”

“hmmm,” you looked down at your shoes, your lower lip tucked in under your teeth.

“call me, ______,”

“yes. yes, i will,”

“anytime,” the more he spoke, the more his voice softened.

“wonwoo.” this time you lifted your head up and closed your eyes, not looking at him, not looking at anywhere, not even the sky.

“whenever you need me,”

“wonwoo.”  you squeezed your eyes.

“yes?”

“just go,” you said breathlessly.

“if you say so…..then, i`ll pick you up after new year’s, yeah?”

you hummed, nodding your head, your eyes still perfectly squeezed shut.

“are you not even going to say goodnight?”

you shook your head in silence.

“not even look at me?”

“absolutely not.”

you heard him let out a scoff and turn up the engine.

“i`ll see you then,” you heard him say one last time, “goodnight, _____.”

how can he be so okay with this? why does it seem like he will not miss you? it was all that you could think of.

few seconds later, when you heard the sound of his car was a bit far away, you opened your eyes and looked on your right. you saw the backlights of his car that reflected upon the road fading into the distance and when he went out of your sight, a well-known emptiness welcomed you home.

you turned around on your heels and walked up to your entrance door. your mother had cooked a very heavy welcoming dinner for you but you were suddenly not in a mood to eat anything of that sort so you told her, you`ll eat it a bit later. she was a bit put off by your words but when she saw your face and how you looked like someone had knocked out the life out of you, she told you to come out when you would feel hungry enough but warned you not to go to sleep on empty stomach.

you closed the door of your room behind yourself, took your clothes off and went straight for a bath, not knowing what was waiting for you on the day of your return to the city.

yes, you were, of course, terribly mad at wonwoo. you absolutely didn`t expect him to not call or even try to come visit you. he seemed to have ghosted you altogether which was unthinkable to you.

you had called him on the first two nights but neither had he picked them up nor had he replied to you with any reasoning. being fed up, you didn`t even wish him back any ‘happy christmas to you too’ or even a ‘happy new year to you too’ when he texted those two wishes solely. it was your way of giving him a cold shoulder.

so without a single exchange of syllable between you and him for the past more than one week when he was at your doorsteps the morning after new year`s, greeting your mother, introducing himself and telling her how he was there to pick you up, you stood there outside your room`s door, your backpack all ready and packed, chest fuming from inside.

“oh look who`s here.” you said, voice sharp and cold.

wonwoo didn`t react instead with his curled up lips at the corners he stepped inside your house, excusing himself to your mother and went straight for your backpack. you didn`t protest as something told you from inside that the smile that was on his face was simply just a disguise. you`ve after all known him for almost two years at that point.

i`ll tell you everything on the way, he whispered and it sounded like a rumble off his chest as he leaned in against your ear when your mother wasn`t looking.

god, i`ve missed him, you told yourself when he pulled himself away from you and held your eyes for a second before diverting his gaze.

i`ve missed him terribly, you blink slowly as you let out a deep exhale as if you were holding yourself back from breathing when he spoke against your ear.

in the next few hours while wonwoo drove skillfully, he, as promised, told you everything and the anger that you harvested against him for the past one week swished out of the rolled down window next to you and suddenly turned into a puddle of guilt.

apparently, he had fallen terribly ill the morning after he had dropped you off at your place and his health had so much worsened that he was admitted to the hospital for the next two days which meant that he was only discharged on the day of christmas but it was only upon wonwoo`s ardent request. he didn`t want to spend such a special day at the hospital surrounded by the smell of medicines rather he wanted to spend time with his family and if he can, maybe he can surprise you so that you both can go to the local church together to see the decors.

but the doctor had told him very specifically to not go out as the fever might go up if he pushes himself further. so, at the end, he was only sorry for not visiting you and could only wish you over text. although he did think of calling you but he didn`t want to bother you as you might have been busy with your friends and family. he didn`t want to intrude into something he wasn`t a part of. he didn`t want to make you uncomfortable.

you shook your head in denial as you stared straight ahead on the road even though you were not the one driving but wonwoo didn`t notice you so instead, he kept on continuing his story further.

he revealed that it was not until the eve of new year`s that his health had turned around. he confessed that he was feeling quite well but even if he wanted to visit you, he simply yet again didn`t want to invade your space and he figured you might`ve been mad at him for not calling or picking up your phone.

you noticed the tight grip of his hands upon the steering wheel as he spoke. you saw how the knuckles of his already fair hand was much whiter than before and you wanted to reach out to place your hand on them, assuring him that you`ve never thought of him like that ever.

but you didn`t want to disturb him while you two were still on road as it might be dangerous. you wanted him to sit there with his thoughts. you wanted to wait for the arrival of the city that knows all about you two, so that when you and him will only find each other in the room, you can tell him how wrong he was.

as the car drove into the city, wonwoo asked if you wanted him to drop you off at your place to which you shook your head and told him to instead stop by his place. he didn`t question considering it wasn`t anything out of box for you to drop by his place. for the last two years, you guys have spent enough times at each other`s rented place like as if it`s your own four walls. you two even have each other`s spare keys.

when wonwoo unlocked the door and stepped in, he took your and his backpack in both of his arms and took off his shoes at the doorsteps. on the other hand, as you watched him from the doorstep disappearing into his study cum bedroom to place the bags, you kept standing with your back pressed against the closed door collecting your thoughts.

when he came back after finding out that you were nowhere in the kitchen or the living area, he discovered you standing against the door with a solemn expression on your face, the kind of face you make when you`re trying to analysis a poem.

“what happened? not gonna come in?” he asked you.

instead of answering him back, you walked up to wonwoo and placed both of your palm on his shoulders and locked your eyes upon him with a seal.

“whoa,” wonwoo said in a small shaky voice as he cupped your elbows in his own palms. he was a little taken by how serious you looked and teeny tiny bit scared too if he was being completely honest.

“wonwoo, we need to talk.” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“seems like we have to,” he nodded, looking away from you, “is it something to do with college assignments?”

you shook your head slowly.

“it`s about what you said in the car,”

“ohhhhh,” wonwoo`s lips curled up into an ‘o’ and he turned around, taking a small turn into the kitchen with his back facing you. your palms were then gingerly pressing on his shoulder blades as you followed his steps.

“i want you to know that whatever you thought for me when we were back in the town, you were completely wrong about everything,” you started giving shapes to your thoughts as you watched him take two cups, one saucepan out of the dish cabinet and taking the tea bags out of his kitchen closet. although he wasn`t looking at you, he was still nodding thus gesturing you to go on.

you stood at the small kitchen aisle, at the far end of it and laid out your innermost thoughts.

“i`ve never been good with people. i don`t know how to stay afloat with people whom i know but distance has somehow caused a strain in our relationships, but somehow for the first time in a very long time, i want to put some effort in what we have in-between each other,” you said, almost confidently.

wonwoo was standing in front of the oven where the water was starting to heat up. all these while, he hadn`t given you a single glance but when you talked about you and him, he turned around to face you, arms folded on his chest, now listening to you more closely as if something had strung a cord inside him.

“you don`t bore me, wonwoo, you….at least you can never do that,” you could feel it on your face that you were holding a painful expression and you observed his eyes softening, his lips parting at the sight, “since the day i`ve met you, you`ve given me a place where i belong. you`ve given me space, time and made me discover the ability to long for someone. something which i thought i would never have,”

you took small steps ahead, closing the distance between you two by few centimeters, “when you didn`t call me, when you didn`t text me other than wishing, i thought you were ignoring me. i thought you were probably so busy hanging out with your own friends that you completely forgot about me. i was angry. i felt betrayed which…” you laughed, looking down, “sounds quite silly now because at least i should know what kind of a person you are,”

“what kind of a person am i,______?” wonwoo asked as he swiftly turned around to pour the boiled water into the cups with the tea bag already put in. his voice was deep and it almost vibrated from him to you.

“you`re….” you gulped, suddenly scared of your own thoughts and the things that might inflict, “you`re…someone i, i want to be with!” you said the last words so quickly that as soon as the words registered upon wonwoo`s face, you slapped your hand on your mouth with the widening of your eyes.

wonwoo who was stirring the tea previously, had altogether stopped his action and looked at you mirroring your eyes. he placed the saucepan very slowly next to the cups and turned his attention completely on you.

and, you don`t remember what came upon you suddenly. you don`t recall this kind of boldness in you as you moved extremely close to him, minus all the distance and clasped his bicep with the hand that you had covered your own mouth with as if you were holding onto him from falling out, from running away.

“you!” eyes wide, shaking your head, denying every single thought that you thought was passing through wonwoo`s head, that you couldn`t figure through his eyes, “you have all the permission to intrude, wonwoo. instrude as much as you can. if anything, i want to let people know about you, about what you are to me, about what you do to me. i want to explain, wonwoo, i want to explain thousand times to people what you mean to me because i-”

wonwoo eyes flickered as your chest heaved with heavy breaths, he watched your mouth doing all the breathing and he forgot all about the tea as he clasped onto your other arm that was holding tight onto the edge of the kitchen aisle.

although you stumbled into his chest as he held you close against him, your eyes never left his face and the same went for him as wonwoo didn`t steer clear of you once.

“i love you,” and, he finished your sentence.

“what?” you stared up him, bewildered.

“love,” wonwoo closed his eyes as if weighing his choice of word, as if calculating if whatever he`s saying was right or not, before nodding, “yeah, i….i love you,”

“is that why…”

“no, no – i mean, it`s a bit childish but i didn`t say all that because i wanted to,”

“i don`t understand, please tell me,” you shook him with your arms, provoking him, begging him to tell you what he was hiding, “i want to know, i need to know, wonwoo, i have to know what`s going on inside your mind,”

for almost close to ten minutes, both of you stood there, in each other`s arms unaware of how they were protecting you two from falling, unaware how each of them were sharing the strength to face the truth. wonwoo confessed everything to you and you, on the other hand, confessed certain things to yourself.

like how even though you were never and still is not good with physical interaction especially if that exchange is out of love, out of intimacy of the same, you didn`t flinch from being in wonwoo`s arms for that long. you weren`t bothered by how close he was. his breath falling upon your face, his voice sending happy goosebumps on your skin and the warmth of his body encasing you like a warm blanket after a night full of rain felt like home.

and, of course, wonwoo wanted to call you. even though he was sick, he wanted to take that opportunity and be selfish for once and ask you to be next to him, spend the christmas eve at his place or maybe somewhere else but it had to be with him. he wanted you all by himself and nowhere near where he didn`t know you before he actually knew you.

that town knew parts of you that he didn`t and he was jealous that that place had a kind of relationship with you that he probably can never have even if he wanted. he told you if time travelling actually existed, he would do anything to travel back in time and meet you and make sure you remember him.

wonwoo was jealous of the people whom you knew, with whom you shared chapters of your past, with whom you went through all the changes, all your pain as you faced them upfront, even your very first love. he was jealous that he wasn`t there to face them with you and that is why when he told you to be with your friends in the town, he was speaking out of sheer jealousy but he told you not to think for once that he was mad at you and that even if you did spend times with them, he would never be mad because it`s not something you should do just for his sake. he just doesn`t want to change anything about you. he wants to take you in just like the way you were made.

“so, you were jealous of my friends, of the people i knew before you?” you smiled as you asked him when you`ve both calmed down.

wonwoo nodded being all shy and not meeting with your eyes.

to which, you confessed that actually you didn`t meet with anyone, that you had spent most of your time inside your room, watching movies and working on your studies and eating all the food that your mother had cooked out of the christmas and new year`s celebration because you were mad at him.

“is it because i never called?”

“hmmm,” you hummed back in agreement with a visible pout.

“i`m sorry. i should`ve called you. i should`ve called you to visit the church with me,”

“it`s okay. it doesn`t matter now. we`re here now,” you said, as you hugged him, “together, in a place where you don`t have to be jealous of anyone.”

wonwoo groaned in embarrassment as he buried his face at the crook of your neck and you sniffled out a giggle against his own.

you never knew that wonwoo had this side of him so you found yourself to be amused.

“so when did it start?” you asked him from over his shoulders.

wonwoo, whose face was snuggled up against your neck told you that it was around the end of first year in college when he started realizing that he, no matter, how he tried couldn`t see you as just friends. he wanted to put in more efforts so he also tried his hand at poetry and ended up writing a bunch of stuff that he would read to you.

he confessed that in each of those poems that he wrote dedicated to you in silence, he wanted to leave a piece of himself in-between the lines wishing that one day when all of his words are written and done with, he would be completely yours from that day on.

“that`s wonderful, wonwoo….that sounds exactly like something you`d do to impress your lover,” you told him.

wonwoo pulled himself away from your neck and softly pressed his forehead against yours, “what about you?” he whispered.

you smiled against his mouth as you felt his arms wrapping you up against him, closing all the minimum distance that was there before. you looked down, suddenly a bit flustered as you could feel him staring through you, “promise me…you`ll not laugh?” you stared up at him for a second waiting for his reply. wonwoo gave you a microscopic shook of his head and small kiss against the corner of your left eye.

closing your eyes at the sudden kiss, you sniffled a small laugh, “okay okay so…you know i`m bad at cooking right?”

wonwoo nodded, “you mean, we are bad at cooking?”        

“um yeah kind of, but you`re good with poems at least so…when we started hanging out together a lot at each other`s place, i realized that even though i hate cooking and that i don`t find myself motivated enough to even try….the more and more close we became, the more i wanted to make something for you,”

“you wanted to cook me food? to impress me?”

you pulled your head back staring at the ceiling for a while deep in thoughts and on the other hand, wonwoo had a smirk painted upon his face as he looked at you.

“not exactly impress…i would say i wanted to take care of you?”

“that`s why you would make tea for me while i would read you poems?”

“wow,” you widened your eyes, realizing something as your cheeks lifted up in a big smile, “i just realized that we both were trying to indirectly impress each other without even knowing what the other one was doing,”

“god, we`re really dense, aren`t we?” wonwoo declared.

“also, the reason why i opted for tea and not food because after many failed attempts i realized that i don’t want you to die from eating my cooked dish…like, i`m serious, it`s bad. very bad.”

“i know i would`ve eaten it with a smile on my face though,” wonwoo leaned in as he spoke with a tease at the end.

your hand reached his shoulders and then climbed up to wrap your palms against jaw and neck, “oh you don`t know anything…”

wonwoo hummed in denial as he slowly parted your lips with his and breathed against your mouth before pressing them against yours. he took one of his hand and placed it at the back of your head to support you as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss while he heard you reciprocating his previous hum against the smile on his face.

after the mutual confessions from that day, nothing much changed in-between both of you.

wonwoo and you would still have conversations like before but now you`d sit more close to each other. you two still had each other on speed-dials or as emergency contact. he would still deliver you notes when you`d be sick and you`d still warn him not to stay up late and of course, you would still bicker around with him, spend times cramming for exams and convince him to get different kind of haircuts or hair colours which he would sometimes agree on and sometimes give you a questionable look.

“um i don`t think that colour will look good on me…” he would say unsure.

“no no no, don`t you know? handsome people look good in anything and,” you would flick his chin and tell him that he`s the most handsome in the world to which he would proceed to bite onto your finger pretentiously.

“ack! you`re really a cat!” you would retort.

maybe the only additional thing to this package deal of you both is that now you two would end up having multiple make-out sessions at his and your places and mostly, especially in the kitchen.

it`s quite funny and ironical how you both are bad at cooking but somehow would always end up using the kitchen as a space to show each other love in a way that consumes both of you.

the soft kisses at the corridors of college where no one is looking would only stir up something more than enough from inside and you discovered that when you yearn for someone, when you want someone to completely take you, your mind would simply not rest until the deed is done with.

and that`s why, during after college hours when the two of you would settle against either of yours kitchen aisle – him, with his diary of poetry and you, with the warm cups of tea, things would simply not end just there.

the tension would only grow and wonwoo would always end up in-between your legs, tasting the tea against your mouth, smiling and kissing your band-aid clad knee that you bruised while being clumsy on road on a certain day. your toes would gingerly graze against his bare midriff while he does that and you will know you`re alive, he`s kissing your knee, his strong hands holding the back of your knees and you`re alive. the goosebumps are the proof that you exist in this moment with the love that you deserve.

his shirt buttons would be undone and your hands would be caressing his bare skin under the shirt that`s not completely taken off. he would always find himself kissing you across the span of your neck, your chest and the back of your upper arm while he puts them upon his shoulders. he would be undressing you and be completely enamored by how goddamn beautiful you are and then he would use his strength to lift you up against him and place you upon the kitchen aisle while simultaneously caressing your bare legs and wrapping them around his hips to let you have him like he wants to have you.

the kisses would only grow fervent, it would go on for hours leaving you two breathless and extremely hot from within, bare chests pressed against each other. you two would take turns to take off the other one`s glasses while giggling and then proceed to quickly wrap each other in each other`s arms not leaving a single space in-between you for long as wonwoo would personally take the responsibility to shift both of you in the couch or either of yours bed.

“you okay?” he would ask you while laying you down and placing the pillow under your head.

“hmm, okay.” you would nod and reply a bit quickly, encasing his face in your palms and pulling him in.

it was wild to think how you could even control yourselves this much before you two had declared your feelings for each other and gave this relationship a name.

it was like with the confession, some doors inside the two of you has been unlocked and now it`s somehow extremely difficult to get out of them.

the relationship with wonwoo isn`t anything like what you had with any others. personally, the last time you simply had any romantic feelings for anyone, it was jeonghan and that too was more innocent than this.

wonwoo might not have been your first love but he is that final line of this chapter. he has unwrapped a part within you that you didn`t know existed, that you feared wasn`t in you. sometimes you told yourself perhaps he doesn`t love you, perhaps it`s just a liking. but something brave inside you told you that he indeed loves you and that even if you`re too blind to fully take in everything, it is alright, just like wonwoo said, go at your own pace but just stay afloat, just stay with him.

because for you to feel alive, his hands has already reached a part deep within you that you yourself haven`t reached and his lips has kissed the blood in your hands, the blood that has dried up while holding onto yourself from falling apart and the pain inside your ribs.

the ‘you’ who once felt like you were defective at certain aspects of your life found yourself running through the finish lines of each and every one of them. and, at every end of that line was wonwoo, standing and waiting for you.

it was the reassurance that he gives you that moves you from within. maybe this is how you two were written, meeting each other in the middle - his cheek on your chest and you kissing the nape of his neck, right where the sun reaches every single day where no one from any part of that town has kissed him.

fin.

[seokgyuu]

→ genre: smut, college au, crack

→ pairing: Mingyu x Afab!Fem!Reader → synopsis: you have never been a person who turns down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kind of wish you were.

→ warnings: semi-public sex, bigdick!Mingyu, dirty talk, fingering, blowjobs, kind of unprotected sex, the set up is super unrealistic but bare with me 💔

→  word count: 3.9k

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A/N: hello everyone! after 2 months I am finally back with the next chapter! I must say, even though it is the shortest so far… it might be my favorite smut I have written so far (but maybe I am biased, since I do bias Mingyu lmao). Anyways! thank you so much for loving the story so far!! I will be undergoing surgery tomorrow (it’s nothing serious, so don’t worry!!) and I might be able to write during the time of recovery so chapter 5 might be coming sooner this time! enjoy reading and talk to you soon!

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This wasn’t good. In no way, shape or form had you considered this happening. A part of you had believed that Jiwoo would be smart enough to check if those guys knew each other, but then again how was she supposed to know that? Their university was huge, and you could never predict who was friends with whom or just simply who knew each other or not. Jiwoo wasn‘t at fault here, you knew that. Still, this was bad. What if Jun and Minghao knew you? What if this had happened for their amusement or something? And, even worse, what if they were going to tell Wonwoo about this?

Suddenly, you felt your stomach do a weird flip and you quickly sat up, making both of the guys in bed with you look up.

“I should get going. You know, back downstairs”, you said before climbing out of bed and searching your clothes. The two boys shared a quick look before looking at you again.

“Already?” Minghao asked, looking at you rather surprised. You gazed at him just for a second before nodding and slipping into your underwear.

“Yes. I am with a friend, and I don’t want to leave her alone this long.” Blatant lie. Jiwoo would be perfectly fine on her own. But they didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, alright. Well, this was fun… do you perhaps wanna meet up again in the future?” Jun sat up, looking at you rather hopeful – and immediately something like a guilty conscience ran up your spine. But as quick as it had come, it left again.

“That’s a sweet offer, but I’ll have to decline. Sorry, boys,” giving them one final wink, you finished getting dressed and walked out of the room, only feeling better once the door had fallen shut behind you.

 “I want the rules changed,” you said two days later when you and Jiwoo were seated in the cafeteria, having lunch.

“What? No, we can’t just change the rules now, y/n, that would be… against the rules!” she argued. Snorting, you shook your head and let your chopsticks fall onto the trey in front of you.

“Rules you came up with on the spot, Jiwoo. If you can make them up, so can I. And I want to freely choose who I hook up with from now on. I don’t think you’ve been doing a good enough job at picking the guys. You know, since three of them know each other?!”

Jiwoo’s cheeks turned red, and she nervously shifted on her chair, clearing her throat.

“How was I supposed to know that? We don’t have the same major so people could possibly be unaware of us being friends.”

“Yeah, but they are not in the same situation. Jiwoo, I am sleeping with thirteen different guys because of your stupid game. And one of them just so happened to catch feelings, I can’t go around fucking his friends, that is only making matters worse!” you tried your best to stay quiet, but it was hard given the circumstances.

You had texted Wonwoo yesterday, finally answering after days, telling him you were dropping out of the team and that you weren’t looking for a relationship of any sort. He had not yet replied, but he had read it and you felt horrible about it.

Now, Jiwoo sighed and leaned back, crossing her arms.

“Fine. You can decide who to sleep with. But I want pictured beforehand! And I also want to be able to choose my own guys.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t fuck that Junseo guy at the party, Jiwoo-yah. I’m not stupid.” You rolled your eyes and your best friend’s jaw dropped.

“Well, it’s not like I could have run into the room you were having a threesome in to ask you?!” she complained, making you chuckle.

“Fair enough. Then it’s settled. You choose the last two for yourself, I choose my rest of…9,” god, saying it out loud made it sound exhausting. Jiwoo nodded.

“Alright, I’m down.”

 One thing you hadn’t considered was that finding your own target was harder than you thought. Now, you had to come up with it yourself and didn’t just do what Jiwoo told you to do (or more like who to do). For the next days you tried your best to focus on class as well as potential targets as you went on with your day, only to be left with too many possibilities.

It was on Friday after your last lecture, when something you had not expected came your way. You had taken this course because you had heard it would bring you an easy A, but that was before the professor had changed. So now you had to actually do work and study for it, which left you pretty annoyed. The only light at the end of the tunnel was the super-hot TA you hoped to see every Friday, only to be disappointed most times. He had been there the first day, handing out the program for the semester and god, had he been fine. He was tall and broad with a face sculptured by all the gods themselves. A little bit clumsy as you had noticed when he walked down the stairs and trembled over his own feet not just once, but twice, and just… so cute. He had a pretty smile and a soothing voice and god if only you could see him more than just once a week.

The last weeks he had kind of slipped your mind but now he was very much present again, standing at the front of the lecture hall talking to the professor. For the whole lesson you had tried to catch his eye, looking at him with your most flirtatious smile – and finally, after ten minutes he had finally spotted you. He was wearing a very well fitted light blue shirt and dark jeans that hugged his thighs perfectly. His pretty brown eyes were fixed on yours and you thanked yourself for the amount of confidence that had taken over your body.

This eye-contact flirt went on for the rest of the lesson, only stopped when he had to help the professor with technical things or when you wrote something down that seemed important. And once the lesson was over and the professor had dismissed you, you found yourself packing your bag and looking over at him again, only to find him staring at you. He then nodded his head in the direction of the door behind the desk and you grinned, walking down the stairs.

“Ah, Mingyu-yah, I have to go grab some books from the library. Will you place these in my office?” you heard the professor say to your handsome target and said target nodded with a smile, taking the papers from the man and walking towards the door he had nodded at just before. You followed him with his eyes and only stopped to bow down at the professor who walked past you, only to find yourself in front of the barely opened door a few moments later.

Mingyu was standing in front of the big wooden desk, placing the papers on top of it when he looked up and saw you. Immediately, his gaze became more intense.

“You can close the door behind you,” he said, and you nodded, walking in further and closing the door, gasping in surprise when you found yourself being pressed against it the next second with Mingyu’s hands on your hips, pinning you down.

“You think you can just look at a TA like that?” he said with a dark voice, and you felt it rushing straight to your core, goosebumps all over your body. H He wasn’t hurting you, and you were kind of expecting him to be like this, with his muscular type and the dark eyes.

“Like what?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. Mingyu’s jaw was tightened.

“Please, don’t play innocent. You were basically telling me to fuck you right there on your desk, weren’t you?” God, he got straight to the point. But then again you had kind of given him that look. And maybe you had bitten down on your lip and maybe you had licked them a lot, to send the right signals. It was cheap, like a stupid porn movie, but it did the trick. And you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done this sooner.

“Would you have liked to? Fuck me on my desk?” you asked now, tilting your head. Mingyu’s eyes flashed for a second before his lips turned into a grin and he got even closer to you, his fingers digging into your hips in the best way possible.

“God, yes. When you walked in that classroom the first day I already wanted to. I would have come to every single lecture, but I sadly didn’t have enough time. And today, when I saw the way, you were looking at me, fuck, I got hard just from that.”

You looked down at his crotch and bit your lip, letting your hand press against it now, making him gasp. And he hadn’t lied – you could clearly feel a bulge there. Looking up at him again you saw the way his eyes scanned you with so much want, it almost drove you crazy.

“We should do something about that, then,” you said quietly and the next thing you knew was his lips on yours, devouring them all hot and heavy. He picked you up and brought you over to the desk, clearing it off all the papers he had put on there before by shoving them down to the ground. There was other stuff falling down too, making sounds you were only scared for a second would expose you.

You and Mingyu weren’t exactly taking things slow, you opening his belt as he started unbuttoning the shirt you had on.

“Have you done this before?” you asked when his lips were on your neck, sucking your skin harshly, his hands moving the shirt off your shoulders now, “fucked someone on your boss’s desk?” Mingyu chuckled against your ear now, slowly nibbling on your earlobe.

“Why? Do you want to be the first?”

Instead of answering, you grabbed his head and kissed him again, your legs pulling him closer into your space. He kissed you back, his hands now in your hair, tugging on it just lightly as he tilted your head back to continue kissing your neck. Moaning at his soft kisses, you fully opened his pants and tugged them down with his help. Now, he was standing in front of you with his dress shirt and tight black Calvin Klein briefs, leaving your mouth watering. Fuck, he was big. Really, really big.

“M-Mingyu,” you moaned when you let your hand run over his huge bulge and he laughed, lips in half a cocky grin.

“Like what you see?” he asked, and you nodded, licking your lips.

“Can I suck you off?” you asked then and Mingyu raised his brows, before he took a step back, freeing his waist from your legs and nodding.

“Fuck, baby, who am I to say no to such a request?”

Instantly you jumped back down from the desk and got on your knees, eager to get him into your mouth. He would be able to make you feel so full and god, you really needed that, wanted that. Your teeth found your bottom lip again as you suddenly felt a thumb run over your chin and when you looked up you saw Mingyu looking down at you. His thumb wandered up and you instinctively parted your lips, letting him shove his thumb between them.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, and you felt that right between your legs. You began to suck on his thumb and the more he stuck it in, the more you felt your arousal rise. Jesus, you hadn’t even begun to suck his cock and you were already so wet? Drool was coming out of your mouth as he began to fuck his thumb inside your mouth, watching closely how good you were behaving. Then, without warning, he drew his hand back and shoved his briefs down his long legs, leaving his cock to spring out – right into your face. He was… huge, really. You moaned at the sight and stuck out your tongue, touching the tip with yours, tasting a bit of precum on it. Mingyu licked his lips as he watched you, his hand now on the back of your head.

“Get to it, baby. Professor Lee won’t be in the library long and I want to fuck your pretty pussy, too.”

When you didn’t move immediately, he shoved your head forwards, making you gasp as his cock slid right through your lips and into your hot mouth. You steadied yourself by grabbing his thighs and he moaned, throwing his head back. Quickly, you began to bop your head, letting your tongue slide over his tip and shaft as good as you possibly could. Hollowing your cheeks out, you tried to take him deeper and only stopped once he hit your throat, tears pooling in your eyes but in the best way possible. Feeling him throb inside your mouth, feeling his legs tremble – all of it was worth it.

“Fuck, your mouth seems to be made just for my cock, baby. What do you say? Can you take all of me? Can you take me fucking your pretty mouth?”

You don’t think you had ever nodded as quickly as you did right then. Looking up at him with begging eyes, tears streaming down your face now – he was done for. Swearing under his breath he brought his other hand to the back of your head now, too and did his first thrust – his cock now in all the way down your throat. You choked as more tears came, but god, it felt so fucking good. You felt suffocated in your jeans and couldn’t wait to get them off.

“Fuck,” Mingyu moaned as he now kept on thrusting, his cock easily slipping in and out of your wet mouth, leaving trails of precum and spit drooling down your chin.

“You look so fucking ruined, baby. You don’t even know how fucking hot you are. Bet you like it like this huh? Letting me fuck your pretty throat with my big cock. You probably want me to come all over your face?”

You moaned around him as good as possible and started rubbing yourself over your jeans, trying to get at least some friction, but once Mingyu noticed, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting his tip to your lips now, and dragged you up by your arms. Then, he crashed his lips into yours as he opened your jeans and let his hand slide into it the second, he had enough space. Feeling his fingers on your clothed core made you squeak, and he breathed against your lips.

“So wet… fuck,” were his words and you nodded because yes you were so incredibly wet just for him. Now, he pulled down your jeans all the way, followed by your bra, and the second your tits were out, he pulled one of your nipples between his lips, causing you to gasp. Two of his fingers slipped down and underneath your panties, making you buckle your hips. With ease he slid both of them into you, you now leaning more against the desk as he sucked on your left nipple and began to finger fuck you slowly. But you didn’t want slow, you wanted him fast and hard and right now. Yor hand wandered to his wet from your mouth cock and you began to jerk him off, causing him to groan against your breast.

“So impatient”, he said as his free hand stopped the hand that was around his cock. Standing up right again, he watched you with hawk eyes as his fingers sped up, your lips parted but he shook his head.

“No sound. For as long as I don’t let you. Got it?” his demanding voice was sending chills down your spine. Nodding you watched him, lips pressed together, as your nipples begun hurting from being so hard. You tried to move your hips in the rhythm of his fingers, but Mingyu shook his head again and you almost fainted at that. You were so hot and bothered and just wanted him to finally show you mercy and fuck you into that desk behind you.

“So good at behaving,” Mingyu now said, fingers fucking you harder now, “be a good girl and unbutton my shirt.”

Gladly. You got your one hand back from his grab and tried your best to ignore the feeling of his fingers inside of you as you unbuttoned his shirt, showing off more and more skin the further you got. When you reached the last button, his fingers slipped out of you and he quickly shrugged it off – only to pick you up and place you on the desk, making you gasp once again. You took the moment to take in his broad shoulders and chest, his defined torso with abs that made you all weak in your knees. His big hands shoved your legs apart as he caressed your skin. All you could think about was his big cock filling you up.

“I really wanna fuck you raw, baby, but I won’t complain if you wanna use a condom. I can get one from my wallet.”

You knew the correct answer would be to use a condom. You didn’t know who he had slept with, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t been sleeping around. But all of you was screaming to feel him raw, to feel him cum right inside of you. You bit your lip and looked down at his cock, your fingers slowly dancing over it.

“Use a condom, but when you cum I want you to cum on me, if that’s alright?” you said and looked up at him again. His face said it all.

“Fuck, of course that’s alright,” he said, giving you a quick kiss and bending down to get his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

A few moments later he had the condom rolled up on his cock and was back to standing in front of you. He was kissing you passionately and you had your arms around his neck, one of his hands massaging your breast as the other was aligning his cock with your entrance.

“Please, M-Mingyu, need your cock now,” you whined, and he chuckled, before finally slipping into you. And fuck, did it feel good. It didn’t take long for you to get adjusted, which was surprising considering his size, but you gladly took it. He then began to fuck you, thrusting his hips at a quick pace from the get-go. You leaned back, boobs jiggling as he fucked you, one arm around his neck as the other was propping you from behind. Mingyu had one of his hands on your hip and the other on your neck, cussing as he kept on fucking you.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he breathed, and you answered by moaning loudly when he hit you right where you needed him. Mingyu apparently picked that up because he kept that angle and had you moaning his name repeatedly in no time. Grinning proudly, he picked up the pace, still trying to maintain the angle you needed him to, and you threw your head back, the moans getting progressively louder.

“Y-you’re so b-big, and fuck me so g-good,” you breathed out and Mingyu bit his lip, eyes now focused on your tits as his one hand began devouring them, nipples between thumb and pointer finger, making you feel even more sensitive. If he was to continue like this, you would cum in mere seconds.

“Are you close, baby? Cum for me, wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he whispered into your ear and began kissing your neck again, licking at your sensitive skin as he moved down and was back to sucking your nipple. And that’s what got you. In a rush you felt your high reach you and you felt something like a scream escape your throat as your orgasm shook you to the core. Mingyu kept on fucking you through it, quick and hard and you suddenly felt something wet dripping down your legs, just after you had reached a second orgasm only seconds apart.

“Fuck, did you just squirt?!” Mingyu cussed and next thing you knew he pulled you from the table and turned you around, cock springing free from your pussy as he pulled the condom off and jerked himself off until only a few strokes later he came all over your ass, thighs, and lower back.

Together, you came down from your highs, him leaning his forehead against your shoulder and you with your arms propped on the table in front of you. You were pretty positive that this might have been the best sex of your life, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. You had a feeling his ego was big enough as it was.

“I should probably get something to clean you up,” you heard Mingyu say after a few moments filled with you trying to catch your breath and you slowly turned your head around to see him smile at you… shyly? What on earth? The man who had just fucked you into oblivion was shy? But instead of questioning it, you just nodded and watched him walk over to one of the closets to the right, where he got out a tissue box. He then walked back over to you and started wiping away the traces he had left on you, all while remaining silent.

“Thank you,” you said when he was done and turned back around, watching him gather your clothes and handing them to you. You both got dressed and you kept on wondering how his whole personality had switched in just a few moments.

“Well, uh, I should probably clean this up,” Mingyu said then, pulling a hand through his hair as he looked at the mess of papers on the floor. Once again, you nodded, following his gaze.

“Right. I should… get going then?” you didn’t know why you had phrased it as a question, but it did feel kind of strange to just leave after what you had just done and how…sudden it had happened. Mingyu’s eyes met your again and he cleared his throat.

“You… asked me earlier if I had done this before and, truth it, I haven’t. You really were the first.”

Oh. Oh. That actually explained a lot.

“Surely didn’t feel like it,” you said, trying to lighten the mood and judging by his little laugh it worked.

“I want to see you again, y/n. If you want that too. And not just to do this, even though I really would love to do that again, too. But I… like I said, from the first moment I saw you I was drawn. And I would have asked you out anyways… guess this just kind of happened first,” you stared at Mingyu as he spoke, rubbing his neck nervously. In any other case you would have said yes right away. He was exactly your type, or maybe he was everyone’s type, and hanging out with him could be fun, not to mention the sex. You knew, though, that right now certainly wasn’t the best time to start something. Even though Jiwoo would probably understand, you had never backed off from a challenge and this one would definitely not be the first one.

But then, without even realizing it, your brain had come up with the answer for you.

“I want to see you again, too, Mingyu. I really do.”

header credit: @playmetheclassics

[crimsonophelia]

tall genshin boys in an idol group

featuring: diluc, childe, kaeya, zhongli (dckz lol)

warnings: none

published: may 6, 2021

form: headcanons

a/n: this is a thing among twitter fanartists that these tall boys are in an idol group together which i thought was super cute lol

diluc

personally, i think diluc would be the main visual, and a vocalist. he just has that typical, pretty-boy appeal yknow

he’s also that one member that is kind of the “tsundere” of the group, but completely unironically, and he has no clue why the fans find that so appealing

lowkey acts like he doesn’t wanna be there, but still treats everyone with respect, especially the fans. he’s known to be very professional when doing fan events and such, and he kinda reminds me of svt xu minghao because he maintains idol-fan boundaries really well

his favorite concept that the group has done would have to be a darker, elegant kind of concept. first thing that comes to mind would probably be blood, sweat, and tears era from bts, or even hyde era from vixx

voice-wise, i think his is similar to jungkook from bts or jinho from pentagon. very solid, versatile vocals, and can absolutely body a ballad

childe

childe i think would be main vocal, and also be one of the stronger dancers in the group

unlike diluc, i feel like childe is that one member of the group that is the king of fanservice lol

he’s a bit more cuter and sweet in his fanservice than kaeya, who moreso embodies the sexy concept. childe is very much the “cute” member who readily does “aegyo” or similar type things

during fansigns and such events, he’s always gifted all the super adorable gifts, like those bunny hats with the flopping ears, and he eats that shit UP

i also think it’s so funny if childe were that type of idol that is usually very cute, has a very adorable personality, but when it comes to dark or sexy concepts, the man CHANGES on stage

literally like hoseok from bts--he can be the cutest ray of sunshine and then the the second there is a hard rap concept song or something gothic-inspired, childe will be bodyrolling to the heavens

his vocals are probably something like jaehyun from nct or dean! very nice sounding with rnb and lowkey songs

kaeya 

now, kaeya...

this man is fine and he knows it lol

i think he would be main dancer, and also in the rap line. i think his tiny waist would look really good with a lot of choreos

he, like childe, is really good with fanservice, but perhaps a little bit too mature for the group’s image lol

i just know management has had to scold him to not be so promiscuous

like he would make a lowkey inappropriate remark during a livestream in response to some fan’s comment, and he’d be like “shit i don’t think im supposed to say that”

i also think out of the other members, kaeya has the best fashions sense, and he’s the type of idol who pushes a lot of gender boundaries with his style

idk he really reminds me of key from shinee lol

kaeya also bodies darker concepts, but i also think he’s flexible enough to really work well with more hard, electro concepts too

zhongli

zhongli would be my bias in the group 100%

he’s such a mori-senpai type guy, reserved but very warm and makes people feel comfortable

in the group, i think he’d be main rapper but also does vocals at times

like his deep, kind of warm, throaty voice is so suited for really smooth rap verses

he’s the member i feel like is more popular with older fans and women especially. he’s very mature like diluc but is a bit more open to fanservice

i headcanon that he’s kinda like bts jin, where you’ll never catch him slipping in a photo. all the other members’ could have their hair blown messily by the wind, or their face is caught really awkwardly mid-shot, but never zhongli. he’s so photogenic that there does not exist a single bad photo of this man

i think fans also make the joke that he’s the grandpa of the group. because he literally has an old man personality. on all the variety shows or game shows, he’s always the one who kinda holds back and doesn’t get super worked up over anything, just very mellow, and keeps the rest of the team grounded

his rapping voice isn’t as deep as skz felix i think, but tonally is probably similar to monsta x i.m., or actually t.o.p. from bigbang. his style is a bit more laid back and not as inflected, and is similar to felix in that manner i think. vocally, i can’t help but to feel like he sounds like bts taehyung—its really that dark timbre and kinda raspiness and a little nasal. super sexy, he kills every rnb track.

[wonwooridul]

🥰 every month of 2021 🥰

i was tagged by my best of the besties @soonwnu @coupsnim and @woozi to post my favorite or most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months).

thankyou you legends <3 i really look up to y’all.

i was very new to content creation in januaray since i started creation in nov of 2020!

January: This was supposed to be posted in jan but i accidently did in dec lol. I really like this boo vs dino gfx I made for svtsource tumblr awards. Then the Jackson missing hours set. i just started making content so there isnt much to show.

February: Starting of with one of my fave sets, seokshine is better than sunshine. Then this set of smiley dino. This adorable coupsie set that i made for dreamy <3 my first time trying sparkles and hoshi for elle looked amazing, gummy smile vernon. lastly, this ot13 birthday set for my birthday twin mirelle <3

March: i wasnt active in march and i only made like two sets that arent worth showing so skip!

April: A 9-gif set of gentle sexy. personally, this cracks me up everytime, the time members were ready to send hoshi to tigercage. And lastly, my chaotic bestfriends boogyu set.

May: the time i realised i am in l*ve with jeon wonwoo. i really liked these gifs of minghao , theyre clean and also the reds in them <3 this was around the time i started getting a hang of what colours i liked and didnt. XMH fave photoshoot gfx. And ofc my beloved svt 6th anniversary gifset which took me so long.

June: starting with best set,,, svt + animals which was made for n <3 Next, this sunshine seok for mirelle <3

July: This wonwoo + flowers gfx. i wasnt very active in july too but i made shit tons of stuff in august lol.

August: i made lot here that i actually like so im just gonna link <3 wisbee with mara (i’m sorry if u don’t have the humour, this is classic), ofc coups birthday set, masterpiece xu minghao for bias swap, hoshi is cora’s bias set for carat anon, hoshi allure recolour (from b&w), moonlight jun set for al <3, prince dk set (this is by far one of my fave gifsets, i love the colouring and the gifs were very clean, sharp and smooth), VU op2 shoot recolour, wonwoo + glasses (my beloved)

September: ehm, lighthearted people are not advised to open cause jarms set, jeonghan in fear mv (finally had the courage the recolour this cursed white jeonghan in fear mv and it turned out well), jeonghan 1st look and vernon pure as melody gfx.

October: i think i did all years worth in october. when i was looking though my stuff all i could find was stuff from october lmao and these are creations that i actually like quite alot. here they are: jeonghan + monet birthday set, jun vlog, danger hoshi, changer jun & nature wonwoo with al, attacca tracks as posters, ot13 RWY set (this set got the most notes this year), missing junhao for alicia, my top 9 moments series, Mingyu racing gazette gfx, soongyu cuddle buddies, s.coups allure recoloured (from blue)

November: prolly my fave gfx, Hao birthday set, woozi birthday set (i didnt like it much but it was still cute, i spend alot of time on it), GoSe Ego posters. i was busy cause i was moving for uni so i couldnt make anything in the second half of nov.

December: lover of mine dk gfx, we fell in love in oct shua gfx, my whole svt concepts as films series <3 currently working on one shua gfx and birthday set, hoping to complete before i go back home !

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i would like to take this post to appreciate all my beloved mutuals and friends on this site. thankyou for supporting me and always making me smile this whole year. thankyou for leaving cute tags under my posts. y'all were one of the reasons i kept going this year <3 i would like to thank all the beautiful souls at my carat club discord server <3 y'all are my internet family <3

i hope all of you have a great holiday and eat delicious food and spend time without loved ones <3 happy holidays my lovelies <3

tagging: (i dont know who all have been tagged so ill tag a few<3) @soonkwans @seohoshi @dearmyfeb @dearkyeom @dkymm @scoups @aquynh @dokyom @kdongyoung @elfyuta @pdwoozi @yoonzinoswife @softhyungkyun @merry-kwanmas @kingleedo @kyeomblr @kveom @sannie-hannie @wonwoosjeon @awek-s @julyprince @soonshuas (im sorry if you have done already <3)

[writer-k-pop]

Misspelled

Description: A TV broadcast makes a mistake when reporting on your boyfriend, SVT’s Minghao, and it throws you into small rampage that amuses Minghao immensely. Warnings: Swearing Genre: Fluff, Idol!Minghao x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1k

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You stare blankly at the TV as the entertainment news segment continues to roll past. But all you can replay in your head is the atrocious mistake they made. The absolute disrespect these people had for your boyfriend boiled your blood.

Minghao giggles at you as you glare at the TV with lips pressed together and eyebrows scrunched up. "To be honest, I didn't even notice it."

"How- they spelt your name wrong!" You exclaim, thrusting your hands at the TV. "Who the fuck is Munghoo?"

"Maybe he's my evil twin." Minghao wiggles his eyebrows teasingly and leans closer in hopes that you'll soon forget about the mishap.

But you wouldn't let it go that quickly. It's his name for goodness sake. He's been a member of Seventeen for how many years and they still don't respect him and his name?

"Evil twin or not, that's utterly disrespectful." You spit out and pull out your phone.

"What are you doing?" Minghao asks, chuckling.

You press your lips together, not answering him cause you know he'll try and stop you. Opening up the Twitter app, you switch to your fan account (which yes, Minghao knows you have and while it was weird at first for him, he quickly learned to love it just like he loves all your other quirky quirks). You start to type a new tweet, your mind racing at a 100 miles an hour to find just the right words to express your frustration.

"What-" Minghao mutters as he watches you type away at the speed of sound. Just as you're reaching the 280 character limit, he yanks the phone from your hands.

"Hey, give that back." You clamber in attempt to get your phone back but Minghao holds it out away from you. "Give it back, please, Hao."

"You don't need to send that out." He says while reading over the drafted tweet. His arm holds you back as you try to climb over him to get to your phone.

"Yes, I do." You argue, "They need to apologize to you."

"It's just a name." Minghao states simply and looks back at you, phone still so far out your reach.

"It's YOUR name." You defend. "Your name that you've worked so hard to build." You start to struggle for the phone again but Minghao simply sets it on the floor, next to the couch.

"People make mistakes." He shrugs and faces you fully, grabbing your shoulders.

You cross your arms over your chest and sit back against the couch with a huff. "Editors aren't supposed to make mistakes."

"But sometimes they do." He leans an arm on the back of the couch and watches you with amusement. Minghao honestly doesn't care that they spelled his name wrong but he loves watching you fuss over it. He loves knowing that his name means so much to you that if anyone spelled it wrong, you would try to start a war.

"They still should apologize for it." You pout angrily, looking back at the TV that has since moved onto a different show.

"Nah, they don't." Minghao shakes his head and pulls you into a hug. Resting his chin on top of your chin, he starts giggling, "Were you really going to tweet that if I didn't pull your phone away?"

You nod with confidence, "Hell yeah I was. Imbeciles." You scoff.

"You know half of it contradicted the other half, right?" He tells you and you pause your fury storm.

"Did it?" You ask and look up at him sheepishly.

Minghao nods with an amused smile, "Oh yeah."

"Well..." You say, your little rampage now fully dissipated, "Can I tweet something else then?"

"If you let me see what it is before you tweet it." Minghao negotiates, "You don't need to be demanding apologies over a misspelt name."

You nod, "Okay."

He leans back and reaches over the side of the couch to pluck your phone off of the floor. Holding it out to you, he keeps his grip on it even after your hands close around the phone.

"What?" You ask, giving your phone a little tug but it doesn't come out of his grasp.

"One second." Minghao pulls the phone back and unlocks it for himself. He tinkers with the screen for a couple seconds before finally handing it over.

"What did you do?" You ask, reopening the Twitter app. You see the answer while he answers.

"I deleted that draft so you couldn't just click the tweet button." He answers, wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

"I wouldn't have posted it." You try to tell him but the knowing look on his face says he doesn't believe you for a second.

"That's what you said last time and then you suddenly had a tweet about how upset you were that the stylist put me in a sheer top in the middle of winter." Minghao chuckles and you pout, knowing you lost the battle.

You start typing a new tweet and then turn the phone to show him to prove that you've written nothing about wanting an apology from the news broadcast for his misspelled name.

"Minghao who? I only know Munghoo, my SVT bias." Minghao reads the tweet aloud and then laughs. "I think that's the perfect response."

Happy, and finally seeing the humor in his misspelled name, you hit the tweet button and post the tweet to the internet world.

Soon after you posted, Minghao's phone lights up with text notifications.

He opens up the Seventeen group chat where members are already throwing around jokes.

"Yo, The8's name is Munghoo, not Minghao?" Hoshi sends.

"We've been LIED too?" Seungkwan follows up.

"I feel betrayed. Munghoo!!" Jun throws his two cents into the conversation.

"Munghoo, where are you? Hello??" Jeonghan jokes.

"Munghoo, come eat with me!" Vernon requests.

"Oh, me too, me too!" Dokyeom adds.

You start giggling and you feel Minghao's chest vibrating with a chuckle.

"See?" He says, turning the phone more towards you, "Even my members find it funny."

You watch as he types his reply and a laugh bubbles up inside your chest.

"Only if (y/n) can join us." He responds to DK and Vernon.

"You mean Munghoo's girlfriend, (y/n)?" Seungkwan answers.

"Yes, Munghoo's girlfriend." Minghao texts back with an airy laugh.

"Does this mean I can call you Munghoo now?" You ask with a wide smile.

"Mmmm," He looks up to the ceiling in thought before looking down, "No."

You and Minghao burst into laughter, all traces of annoyance and frustration gone from the home.

[bbugyu]

I'm anon that asked about Jun's mbti analysis. Thank you for writing it! Honestly, I didn't pay much attention to him before but after mbti episode, I started to feel he's so relatable for me personally. In Catch Stock when he shrunk himself the moment the members looked at him, I do that A LOT. And never run out topics to talk about n actually talkative, me too that many people who's I'm comfortable with but not close enough to actually know me on personal level never believe me when I said I'm an introvert cuz I can be such a chatterbox once I feel comfortable. Lookat me know rambling tmis 🙈😂

And about hiding struggles as well cause not wanting to make orhers worried, same. Upon reading your analysis, I'm glad that it's not just me that feel his personality is like what you've described. It amazes me how I relate to him while zodiac wise I suppose we should be rather different, he's a gemini and I'm a scorpio. But then again, I do relate to other infps in svt at some level, tho not as much as Jun. Sorry for my lengthy comment. If you don't mind can you do Hoshi's too? 😆

Also, if it's still available or if you accept any anon, can I be anon 🌵? Thank you so much!

hi!! so sorry this took me way longer than expected, my week has been 🤕🤕🤕 but im back! jun was so cute in catch stock 😭 the way he shrank when they all started screaming is such a picture perfect example of infp JDFKHDJKFH like of course he had the intuition and brains to invest correctly and get the most money (plus the bonus of guessing the right ones to invest in on the first round) but literally no one was more shocked than him LMAO. another part of that ep that i think really shows his personality is when they were strategizing and jeonghan and minghao kinda took the lead, he just laughed and was like "the importance of picking the right team" JHDFKHDF i adore him so much

you would be surprised how similar scorpios and geminis can be!!! i'm not a zodiac expert (i can't be good at everything i'm too tired 😭) but my best friend is a gemini and two of my other super super close friends are scorpios, and it's amazing the way they can bounce off each other. you're a fire sign, while jun is air, but the vibes are... similar somehow? insert some lengthy poetry about how fire needs air to exist blah blah KJSDFJ

okay! gay little oolong has been made. let's get into hoshi's personality analysis!!! again, sorry this took so long to get to 😭 my overwhelmed little brain couldn't handle another one of these for a couple of days.

quick overview of infps (i've done this three times now LMAO but in case this is anyones first time reading one of my analyses): mediators are super loyal, very sensitive to others feelings, and they value harmony and authenticity.

i've said this before i think, but hoshi is my mom's bias (she's practically ot13, but she said hoshi is a SLIVER above everyone else. another cute thing: she says she loves seventeen as if they were my friends 😭😭😭 mama bbugyu ily) and she says one of the reasons she loves him so much is because he does things sometimes and they remind her of me LMAOOO she calls us her twins because we were born the same year only a month apart 😭 and honestly.... yeah. i relate to him a lot LOL his brand of infp is definitely most similar to what i was when i was a little bit younger (i used to float between the mediator and the advocate in my teens, but i think i'm solidly in infj now). a lot of people seem to be shocked that he's introverted, but it really doesn't surprise me at all - we can be loud and rambunctious! we can be outgoing! we just need to be alone and quiet to recharge our battery. you can tell by the way he is when he does solo vlives or like.. that one vlive where he was with jeonghan sitting on his bed. he would just sit quietly and stare out the window with his hand over his mouth and jeonghan was like "why are we live lol" but that's how he relaxes! i think he enjoys company that he can share comfortable quiet with.

infps have so much going on in their heads, they can't help but ramble a little bit (so don't apologize!!!), even if they're can be shy or nervous in front of people they don't know well. a lot of times, i feel like hoshi forgets that he's shy LOL like he'll just go off and then u see in his eyes that he suddenly realises that he's rambling and gets shy mid sentence in interviews. but that's so endearing to me!!! you can tell his passion takes over sometimes haha. he is so cute

i thought it was so wonderful that hoshingi selected jun and hao as the members that were the most thoughtful this year. he said it was because he knew they missed their families, but they always put seventeen first and stay in korea 😭 the fact that he's so empathetic towards their struggle with being away from home says a lot, i think, especially because he's their leader in performance unit. honestly the fact that he pointed it out at all makes him one of the most thoughtful members in my opinion.

i said this in jun's as well, but i think it's even more obvious with hoshi: infps are known to overlook details, until they are in stressful or high pressure situations, they become blunt and detail oriented. hoshi is THE PICTURE of this. he helps with choreo and the way he monitors the group and points out tiny details is SO specific. like, "you're leg is at 50° and it should be at 45" specific, which i sure some people would take as nitpicky, but the other members know it's not personal. i know they all pay attention to this, but i feel like seventeen wouldn't be so praised for synchronization without soonyoungie.. it's really his claim to fame. and again, as the performance team leader, i think he takes that role really seriously.

the tertiary cognitive function of infps is introverted sensing, which in layman terms means that instead of processing things in the moment, hoshi reviews memories after the fact and analyzes when he's alone. there have been several times where hoshi has brought up things during vlives that have happened and talks about how he thought the way he reacted or the action he took was regrettable, and he just kinda pouts and says "ah i guess that's how it is," but you can see in his face he's still thinking about it. i think he relives these moments in this way, and sometimes it can be overwhelming emotionally. i know he really regretted his mistake speaking japanese at mama this year 😭 i hope he doesn't beat himself up so much about things like that! infps can hold onto those things for too long... but i think he benefits from having members and carats that tell him to stop worrying about it. these things happen, yk? it isn't productive to dwell too much on mistakes beyond learning from them.

thanks again for requesting these! i really do love doing them ❣️

[cheoljuul]

can i rq top 3 kinks for svt too🥺

hi!! ily for asking this... this is probably going to be even better than the nct one because i have stanned seventeen for almost 5 year hehe. also since there is so many members, i might only do like 2 kinks for some,,,,,,

ask and you shall receive ...

top 3 kinks of ... [svt]

SEUNGCHEOL ::

thigh riding

cockwarming

lowkey daddy kink

explanation :: ALERT ALERT : THIS IS MY ULTIMATE BIAS.  child... anyways so.. just take one look at cheol’s thighs and you will understand. he loves laying on a couch or bed and facing you while your bare pussy rides his clothed thigh. he loves to follow your rhythm , grinding down with you, hearing you beg for him. sometimes when youre watching t.v. and your sitting in his lap, he will motion for you to face him and straddle on his thigh. he will pretend he’s watching the television but really all he can think about is how to prepare you for him. seungcheol is an intimate man. he loves feeling close to you so naturally, one of his biggest kinks is cockwarming. he will see how long you can last without grinding down, asking for more of him inside you. i said lowkey daddy kink because i think he is a little embarrassed to admit it. he would bring it up one day and ever since then it would not stop. its kind of corny but you saying “ yes, daddy” absolutely melts him. 

JEONGHAN ::

mirror sex

begging

explanation ::  jeonghan is a cocky mf. he loves to be in front of the mirror and just watch you be completely ruined by him. loves to fuck you in the bathroom, whether its a bath, shower, or in front of the mirror on the sink. one thing he loves even more, is to listen to you beg. anywhere. sometimes he will tease your entrance with his cock and make you say “please.. please, please, please...”. 

JOSHUA ::

morning/sleepy sex

body worship (giving and receiving)

joshua loves waking up to find you half-naked. he loves to wake up and find one of your hands on his inner thigh and the other hand in between your legs. he loves the lazy , slow, not in a rush to come, type of fucks. slow strokes, letting him feel your warmth. however, if youre being extra needy and he finds you humping a pillow , he is a little less gentle. another thing he loves is to just tell you how much he loves you and your body, and of course he wants to hear it back. he wants to be kissed everywhere, told how loved he is, and he wants to moan your name when you kiss his sweet spot on his collarbone, and only your name. 

JUN ::

rough sex

biting / marking

one night stands

explanation :: jun is a sucker for few things. fewwww things. and one of them is rough sex. he waits until youre ready, of course, but when you finally tell him you want him to be rougher, and a little less careful ,hes more than ready. if he is in a relationship with someone... he wants everyone to know that you are his, and his only. lets say you were supposed to go on a little public swim date.. well the night before he was leaving hickeys everywhere, your neck, collarbone, thighs, and breasts. and he doesnt care that people see. because you are his. when hes NOT in a relationship one way he likes to relieve stress is to fuck. not even to masturbate, but to fuck. he likes the no strings attached type shit. the one night stands where you never see each other again. 

SOONYOUNG ::

oral (giving)

overstimulation (giving)

hair pulling

explanation :: king. king of oral. the best in seventeen without a doubt. loves to kiss his way up to your clit, and then start slow, making you orgasm for as long as humanly possible. loves to taste you , probably his favorite taste in the world. loves overstimulation, doesn't really like to receive it. this boy is a giver. he will put off you having to do anything to him for as long as possible, until youre begging to suck him off. loves to give you at least 2-3 orgasms in one night, sometimes even more. he also really enjoys hair pulling, pull on his hair even a little, and he might just flip you around on your stomach and then he will be pulling your hair. 

WONWOO ::

face fucking

jealous sex

lingerie

explanation :: before you and wonwoo even had proper sex, he asked you sit on his face. it was more of a demand than a suggestion, because truly all he wanted was your thighs on both sides of his face. and hes pretty damn good at it too. hell, he moans while youre riding his face because he takes so much pleasure out of it. now, wonwoo does not like hate sex, he doesnt even like saying “i hate you” but he IS very jealous. and you’ll tease him, but then, you will not be able to walk for about 36 hours. he will fuck the thought of you ever teasing him in public again, and you love it. another thing he loves, is lingere, black, lacey lingerie to be exact.

JIHOON ::

dry humping

quickies

explanation :: jihoon loves clothed sex. for some odd reason he finds clothed sex almost as good as real sex, sometimes better. and when he sits in his studio chair and youre both relentlessly dry humping each other - he feels ... at peace. he thinks in his mind , dry humping is just like real sex just without the hassle of taking off clothes and cleaning up. another thing he loves is a good quickie, whether it be right before practice, after practice or anywhere in between he loves to have the feeling of him inside of you without all the teasing. bonus :: bend over in a skirt without any underwear and he might just fuck you on the spot.

SEOKMIN ::

thigh riding

loud moaning

explanation :: once again , thigh riding, but unlike cheol, he is less gentle,  less coordinated and more desperate and needy. he would do anything to hear you. he loves hearing his name, loves hearing you gasp, loves hearing you say “right there.” its his favorite. and he is a very vocal person too, slowly becomes louder and louder and more high-pitched as he reaches climax. (bonus:: lowkey size kink.) 

MINGYU ::

oral (receiving)

over stimulation (giving and receiving)

aftercare 

to keep it simple, mingyu loves feeling your mouth around his dick. he loves the eye contact, the slight hair pulling, loves feeling your mouth and hands around him. bonus points if you kiss his thighs. another thing he loves is to be over-stimulated and to overstimulate you. he wants to keep going until both of you dont have anything left in you to give to each other. and this. I live by. he is the king of aftercare. runs a warm bath, gets you a glass of water and towls. he loves seeing you shaking and sweating and he would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

MINGHAO ::

passionate / romantic sex

markings (giving, mainly)

minghao is SUCH a sweetheart. he literally struggles to have one night stands without catching feelings. he loves to whisper little “i love yous” when you makeout. he craves familiarity. he craves your scent, your touch, your warmth. he wants cuddling to turn into passionate, loving sex. and he wants it to end that way too - back to cuddling and saying just overall sweet shit to each other. another thing he loves, is marking you. he loves leaving hickeys where only he can see, mainly on your breasts. bonus :: he LOVES to have his nipples played with. 

SEUNGKWAN ::

praise (giving and receiving)

toys (giving and receiving)

first of all , i think kwan has the prettiest moans in seventeen - aside from the point tho. he loves being told hes doing a good job, that hes doing whatever hes doing right. you saying “ that feels s-so good.” is like music to him, he loves it. he also is pretty to open to you about how much he wants to tease you with a vibrator, im talking like - an hour of straight teasing. and eventually, he works up the courage to ask you to use the vibrator against his cock. 

VERNON ::

high sex

dirty talk

explanation :: you...  can fight me on this, but vernon is lowkey a stoner. he loves to smoke a joint and then instantly he gets horny. if youre one of his close friends thats a girl, he might hit you what that “you up” text. and i mean.... you were up.. and vernon is incredibly sexy. he feels pleasure differently when hes high or drunk and the new and different feeling is bliss to him. and when hes sober (or honestly when hes not, too) he looooooves to dirty talk. he loves to say all the nastiest shit that comes to his head and there is very little filter about what he says. likes to call you his “good girl”. 

CHAN ::

lap dances

fingering

explanation :: giving chan a lap dance is like giving a dog a treat. you give them one, and they want more and more, and eventually they beg for it. he would try to grab your hips and have you grind against him during the dance but you would not let him. he could barely stop himself from just jacking off right then and there ot the sigh of dancing so sexually. and also, though he is one of the more experienced members , i think he is a natural at fingering. we got some thumb on clit, two fingers inside of you type action. and he loves hearing you and seeing you come from just his fingers. 

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Minghao | F.24 “I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority.” | @linmeixing​ Words | 3,550 Notes | It may not be as gangster!au as you were hoping, so for that I’m sorry!  Thank you for coming and re-requesting because I really enjoyed writing this a lot! Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, gang activity.

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Ever since leaving home, you’d been moving around, a lot. Initially, your mother didn’t like the idea of you going to live with Minghao, but settled into the fact when she realized that your living situation was a lot more stable than she initially had thought—too bad she was right all along. The initial period after leaving, Minghao was able to keep a stable roof over your head, but anything was possible with a guy like him who was involved in the things he was involved in.

He always tried to remind you that it was for your safety that you continued to move around, and you tried to keep up the charade with your mother that you were still at the same address but somehow managed to sneak out of ever inviting her over for dinner or anything like that. You used the excuse that both of you were really busy and you often never saw each other because of work which technically wasn’t a lie, but she had no idea the type of work Minghao was involved in and would never approve of you being in this situation had she known just how deep into illegal things he actually was.

Most of the time you moved, it was incredibly spur of the moment. Sometimes you had to spend the night on a worn mattress in the middle of an abandoned apartment building or warehouse room. Sometimes you got tired of it, sometimes those nights pushed you. Things were often not perfect but when he took you by the waist and smiled down at you, reassuring you that everything was going to work out—those were the times when staying was the easiest.

Minghao’s societal role had always been confusing and somewhat taboo information to you. You often didn’t ask what he was involved with because when you did, he told you not to worry about it and that the two of you were going to be fine. You soon came to realize that it typically meant dangerous things were happening behind closed doors and he just didn’t want to worry you; despite that, you were an incessant worrier and Minghao had to find ways around that to cope with your borderline anxiety attacks any time he’d leave the house or miss a check in or phone call with you, especially when you were cooped up in a dusty-dirty old abandoned shack of some kind with no means of real transportation or food other than take-out.  

You hoped, desperately, that one day your world would be turned somewhat upside-down and that you would have a stable place to actually make a home. Only one outlet at work would let you vent to them about the struggles of always moving around without asking too much about why it was, and more often than not never criticized you about staying with a man you loved despite the difficulties that drove you absolutely mad.

It was a special kind of love you carried for Minghao; a loyalty unrivaled that he was constantly reminding you that he was grateful for. He divulged to you from time to time the difficulties of having love by one’s side when involved in the things he was involved with—most of his “coworkers” faced abandonment on many occasions and he swore he wouldn’t know what to do without you. Even if you didn’t know what was going on 99% of the time, you always gave him sound advice and a confidence that lifted his spirits about the things that went on since he knew he was far too deep to back out without some time and a plan.

It had been a long day at work for you. Your feet were tired, your bag heavy on your shoulder as you trekked up to your beaten front door. Forlornly, you looked at it, glazed over all the cracks and crevices and the paint chipping away from it, to the strike plate almost falling off the door that barely fit it the frame and you wondered why you even kept a key because there was no use locking that door in the first place. One swift kick would do the trick and the door would probably never shut again.

Regardless, you tucked the key into the slot and turned, the gears tumbling inside to unlock it and your other hand twisted the handle which promptly fell through the hole in the door where it was supposed to be affixed and into your hand. With a sigh, you gave the door a good shove with your shoulder, busting the strike plate off the frame and effectively swinging the door into your home.

Minghao was sitting on the couch, a lovely little thing you’d picked up at a discount furniture store once he promised you’d have a semi-permanent residence to make it a little homier with no intention of keeping if you had ever come across a permanent residence. He was only slightly shocked that the door had been busted in and a little more shocked to see the dingy bronze knob in your exhausted hand. His gaze gently trailed from the knob and your hand up to your tired eyes which made no advance to scan the room for a moment before being able to feel his gaze in the side of your face.

Your face said it all. No greetings were exchanged between the two of you, just a pathetic look on your face as you softly placed the knob on a rickety end table before he was engulfing you in his arms. His expensive fragrance—personal items you could actually spend money on without feeling bad because they were more easily movable—encapsulated you as you swayed in his arms, nose shoved deep into the shoulder of his soft jacket as your arms loosely wound around his waist.  Minghao gently kissed against your head, showering you with soft affection and let you rest in his arms as long as you needed. Desperately, you wanted at least a shower and to change clothes and thankfully the water of the crumbling building you were in could get hot enough to relax you just a bit. The tub was put together, at least, and the shower curtain you’d bought was perhaps the most luxurious thing in the bathroom with the exception of your personal items and your three-ply toilet paper.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up and we can go get some dinner,” he uttered to you. A huge chunk of you didn’t want to let him go; you feared that if you did, the waterworks would be uncontrollable. How desperate you were to live in a place you didn’t feel like you’d get broken into on any given day, in a place where the light fixtures weren’t falling off the ceiling in some way or the wiring didn’t buzz audibly through the walls. How you wished to live in a place where you could wake up to the gentle sunrise through the sheer curtains of your room window on a plushy mattress curled up with your love and have little worries other than what you were going to make for dinner.  

“I know you’re struggling, darling. We’ve moved four time in the past month. I know those tears pricking your eyes are frustration and dismay. I know this life is very hard and you have been so loyal sticking by me through everything even when I kept you in the dark. Believe me when I say I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority—”

“Minghao, I can’t do this anymore,” you finally sobbed freely, interrupting him even as you tried to hide your face against the shoulder of his expensive Givenchy jacket.

He didn’t want to blow anything, but with the desperation in your voice, with the way it cracked and the way you clawed at his jacket trying to stave your hyperventilation, he had to say something else.

“Give me one more day, darling. Stay with me tonight, and if after tonight you don’t want to do it anymore still, I’ll let you go if that is your wish. Please, just let me take you out to dinner and spend the night together, that’s all I ask,” he pleaded, cupping the back of your head as he spoke softly to you.

One more day; that wasn’t too much to ask. The door knob thing really kicked you down to the lowest you’d ever felt, but after four moves and Minghao coming home with a bloodied cheek in a hurry to move you from your apartment building—you just couldn’t watch him like this anymore. It was often he came home beaten at least a little bit, spitting blood and icing an eye socket, knuckles bruised to bits gritting his teeth. You tended his wounds, even when he tried to bat you away because he never wanted you to see him like that. Even he couldn’t resist the way you sat at his feet while he hunched over in a chair, watching you dab at the injuries on his hands or similar.

You could feel the desperation of his plea when he finally reeled back to kiss you. His lips were a little chapped, but the way they curled around yours was ethereal as he kissed you with tenderness other worldly. He cupped both your cheeks with his warm, wide hands as if he was holding the finest porcelain. A couple of lingering kisses he lay against your lips before reminding you to shower and get dressed up, because he knew how good it made you feel when you looked good and he told you so.

So, with that, you showered the longest shower that the water heater would provide you, scalding your skin to the point you could handle before you got ready at his request.  He sat on the couch, waiting for you to emerge from the room, and when you did, he was just as floored as he always was when laying eyes on you.  You donned a three quarters sleeve navy evening gown. The top was lacey and elegant, the skirt pleated and satin with a scoop neck cut for a modesty he couldn’t have appreciated more.

It almost got to your nerves, the way he looked at you as you came out of the bedroom.  

“You are the most ethereal and gorgeous being I’ve ever had the pleasure and privilege of laying eyes on,” he told you as he made his way to his feet. Your shy gaze turned away from him as you gripped your clutch in your hands. It was a gown that he’d bought you not that long ago, an extravagant gift to make you feel special and boy did it, not to mention you were positively in love with it. He took your chin between tender fingers and guided your gaze back to him.

“Are we sure you’re mortal, because only a goddess could be as beautiful as you,” he whispered, taking the small of your back with his coaxing hand to tug you into him. “Royalty, at the very least,” he added, taking your hand to bring it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

“This queen is only a queen at the side of her king,” you muttered back, finally having the confidence to look into his eyes.  The smile that tugged at the corner of his lips and turned into to a full-fledged grin melted your heart and it all came rushing back to you the reasons you fell in love with him in the beginning.

“This king would be nothing without his queen, for she is the one who gives him strength every single day with just a soft smile and a gentle touch. She reminds him that without the bad times, the good times would be lackluster. She reminds him what its all worth fighting for, and to dig in and keep fighting,” he whispered to you, holding your knuckles against his lips as he swayed with you until you cracked even a sliver of a smile.

He whisked you up next to him, joined at the hip as he took you down to the car to take you to dinner. He treated you like you were the queen he claimed, spoiling you the way he did as often as he could. It almost made you forget the incident at your apartment, almost. Still, it lingered in the back of your mind like a bad exam grade and he could feel it even in the way he clutched your hand against his leg under the table as you picked at your desert with almost no enthusiasm at all.

Minghao eyed the side of your face, watching your glazed over eyes stare right through the table while your hand released its gentle grip on his thigh, enough that he was able to lace his fingers through yours. He couldn’t help but reach over and take the cheek furthest away from him to bring your face gently to his and place a chaste kiss against your cheek.

“Not even your favorite dessert brings a smile to your face,” he whispered.

“Minghao,” you voiced delicately and finally turned your gaze to him.

“My love,” he uttered back, meeting you half way to brush his nose affectionately against yours. “I didn’t want to spoil it, but I think I have the remedy to all your worries.”

“And what is that?” you asked.

“I think it would be better to show you, than to tell you,” he replied. You looked at him, longingly, looking between his eyes to get the smallest hint of what it could possibly be. There were few things that could ease your worries and one of them you prayed didn’t have to happen, but you were reaching your end. You picked over your dessert with a little more interest as he paid the tab.

Out the window of the car, the city lights passed by and it was a good few moments for you to realize you weren’t heading in the right direction of your apartment. His hand was laced tightly with yours, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb as he kept his eyes on the road, occasionally peeking over at you as you glowered out the window.

“Where are we going?” you finally asked, lifting your chin from your hand propping your head up to look out the window and faced him.

“Somewhere very special,” he replied simply, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Somewhere I think you’ll like a lot.”

The tops of the skyscrapers you passed couldn’t be seen from the inside of the car, and you were fairly certain they couldn’t be seen from the outside of the car, either. You were getting to the fancier part of town again, closer to where you worked which caused a long commute you were beginning to hate, even if it did allow for ample reading time on the train.  Minghao showed no signs of giving it up too soon, even when you pulled into a numbered covered parking space inside a garage of a condominium building. You wondered what you were doing there; but maybe this was the surprise, that Minghao had asked you to stay one night with him so he could prove to you how much you meant to him. It was far from what you were looking for, but for the moment you appreciated the gesture, especially as he helped you out of the car.  

You wanted to ask so many questions, Minghao could almost see it on your face which is why he chose to not look at you so much. He led you into the elevator and pressed a floor button, you weren’t really paying attention to which as it didn’t seem to matter—it would be part of your distant past soon enough. You looked around the ornate boards of the shiplap wall of the elevator, tasteful mirrors mounted against them even as he took your hand and brought it to his lips once more. His other hand was tucked deep into his pocket, fiddling with something in there, fingers touching over smooth metal with an engraving on it until the elevator signaled the arrival to your floor.

In front of you were three doors, one to the right, the middle, and the left. The jingling in Minghao’s pocket was enough to bring your gaze over to him as he produced the key in front of you. There was a small keychain on it which glinted in the light of the communal foyer, but the engraving was half-covered by Minghao’s finger until he wrapped it up in your hand.

“What’s this all about?” you asked him.

“That, my queen,” he whispered and leaned over to kiss your temple, “is the key to our new permanent castle.”

You arms almost dislocated, or it felt that way, as your shoulders slumped so hard as the shock washed over you almost instantly. Your gaze turned to him with a look that would strike an enemy dead, begging him to not be playing with you. Your eyes glimmered in the light and if he thought you couldn’t look more beautiful before, he had been proven seriously wrong.

“Hao,” you warned, fiddling the key between your fingers.

“I can’t wait until you see the inside,” he replied with a tinge of glee. He guided your hand with the key to the lock, a sturdy thing that didn’t jiggle at all; it was tight in its slot, the strike plate shiny and new, the door frame probably steel of some sort instead of some flimsy decaying wood. The greased lock turned with ease, almost silently tumbling until it opened, Minghao’s hand over yours turned the handle to push the door open.

Your free hand clapped over your mouth as you looked into the foyer and through to the living room. All you could really make out for the time being was a large area rug placed in the middle of the sleek wood floors with your dream sectional sofa, a Victorian-esque designed piece of furniture you’d circled in a magazine and gushed about to Minghao for your forever home, if you ever got one, and a matching wood and glass coffee table. The drapes behind it were right out of your fantasy interior design studio, matching the sofa and the rest of the room, and that was only the living room.

“Minghao,” you uttered again, turning to him with tears glossing your eyes over.

“Go in,” he encouraged, ushering you with a small push against your back to bring you through the front door. You looked around, internally gushing over the décor, the modern appliances in your beautiful sleek kitchen that you’d cook many meals in together, the dinning area that was to die for, the living room over again, a peek into the bathroom where the light fixtures were brushed nickel, polished and sturdily affixed to their proper spots with a gorgeous vanity and you could only dream what the master bathroom looked like.

The bedroom you were too eager to see. You skipped most everything else to walk into a room easily two times the size of your biggest master bedroom to date. The furniture in it was things you’d pointed out while window shopping with Minghao in your free time; your bed, fit for a king and queen was baroque—simply gorgeous. A bed big enough to comfortable accommodate the both of you instead of struggling for space.

“What do you think? Think you could live here permanently?” he asked you.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you asked him, turning around.

“It’s a promise; I promised you stability, I promised you a forever home. I promised you, and your mother, that I would take care of you. You’ve been nothing but patient, kind, and loving with me, and I wanted to return the favor by coming through on those promises. So, as long as you think you can give it, and me, another shot… it’s yours,” he reminded you, speaking about before dinner when you proclaimed you couldn’t do it anymore.

“You mean I get to live here, with you, with no surprise moving?”

“With me, with no surprise moving ever again.”

“I get to fall asleep in this bed with you every night, and wake up to you every morning?” you clarified.

“If that is your wish…” he trailed off, peering at you from under his lashes with the most dashing half-smile, a smile that had your heart picking up some beats as it tried to crawl into your throat.

You didn’t even bother reply, just wrapped your arms around his neck and buried into him enough to push your tears back. He held you just as tenderly as he always had, taking in your scent like he’d never experience it again. There was a new, rejuvenated aura to you, bringing back the old you he made all those promises to. You’d never strayed from being true to him, but somehow it felt different. It felt at ease, more effortless, more like you were head-over-heels for him all over again.

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Kpop Fan Profile!

thank you for tagging me siri!! :) <3 @cutiejoshi

Fandoms: carat!!!! aroha, nctzen (sort of? i like their music, but i dont know all of their names yet :( i would love to get into them though!! if anyone has any video/song recommendations please feel free to send them to me hehe), army (??? bts was the first kpop group i found out about but i don’t really keep up with them anymore :( i’m so happy for them though!!!)

Ult Bias(es): j-o-s-h-u-a, spells joshua (he is so sweet omg i love him AH)

Ult group(s)/Soloist(s): seventeen!! 

Other Groups/ Soloists: astro, nct, dpr-live, nu’est, bts, red velvet, eddy kim, gfriend, zico, crush

Kpop Albums I Own: I only own one album, and it’s seventeen’s first mini album, ‘17 Carat’!! i would love to get more albums though (hoping to one day order ‘an ode’ or ‘heng:garae’!!)

Other Kpop Merch I Own: i have a few posters from the 'adore u’, ‘pretty u’, and ‘boom boom’ era’s! i also own some stickers that came with them hehe. i also have a few photo cards from the ‘adore u’ era!

Kpop Concerts I’ve Been To: I’ve actually!!!!! never been to a concert!!! at all!!!! let alone a kpop concert :(( I would love love love to see svt live though!!!!!! it’s definitely a dream of mine to see them in person at least once!!!!

Biggest Wreckers: LITERALLY EVERY OTHER MEMBER OF SEVENTEEN (if i really really really had to choose, i’d probably say minghao and jihoon!! minghao is my fashion icon and i love jihoon’s lyrics ahhhh), probably also rocky, mark, and yoongi!! (i really don’t like choosing tho everyone is so talented!!!!)

Favorite Songs: omg how am i supposed to choose!!!! i have so so many but the first few that come to mind are ‘second life’ (seventeen), ‘mymy’ (seventeen), ‘love paint’ (nu’est), ‘all night’ (astro), ‘highway to heaven’ (nct 127), and ‘spring day’ (bts) oops sorry that was a lot!!

Favorite Albums: 'heng:garae’ (seventeen), ‘an ode’ (seventeen), ‘the manual’ (eddy kim), ‘coming to you live’ (dpr live)

Kpop Doppelganger: i read somewhere that your bias is who you’re most similar to, and your bias wrecker is what your ideal type is! if this is true then i guess i’m similar to josh! i think it’s pretty accurate, i’d say we’re similar personality-wise! we look nothing alike tho LOL i can’t think of any idols that look like me hahah. my fashion is mainly inspired by seventeen though!! (minus all the brand names though because they’re literally millionaires LOL anyway,,,)

yay this was so much fun!! and also the first ask i’ve ever gotten so thank u so much siri!!! i’m tagging @ode2youth  @rinxsvt @excelsi-or (we may have never talked or only talked a few times but i love your blogs and i would love to get to know u better!! u don’t have to do this btw only if you would like to!!)

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Bee’s (soundofseventeen) Recs

Hi, here are my recs! They’re mostly Erin’s but I do have a few that I’m kinda proud of.

Tell Me (Seungcheol): I love anything that involves a character not telling their friends, family, s/o or really anyone about the struggles they go through and Erin really hits the nail on the head here.

Take This to Heart (Seungcheol): This song is really special to me and Cheol is  really special to me. What better way to combine the two than this?

Call Call Call (Jeonghan): I don’t know why I love this one, but it’s really sweet and dorky and telemarketer part just gets me every time.

Everything You Are (Jeonghan): Originally I hated this one when I wrote it just bc I was angry and I didn’t wanna post it just bc it’s not a happy one. It’s on my list now bc you can grow from something that feels like the end of the world and you can come out on top, and sometimes we have to remember that our idols are human.

Three’s a Crowd (Jeonghan): I love how Erin managed to keep the core friendship platonic while adding the third person...who also happens to be the other best friend. 

Kiss Me Slowly: (Jeonghan): At the end of the day, I love the thin line of friends to more and when to cross it.

I can’t believe Erin’s really gonna make me say this and I can’t believe I am too. The deception. All the Joshua fics have been my favorite bc they’re either so sweet and fluffy and domestic and leave you happy for the rest of the day or they just kinda shatter your heart. It’s fine though.

Hold This (Junhui): It’s super lame and it’s so dorky and it’s the sweetest thing ever. I can never stop smiling like an idiot whenever I reread it.

Kissing in Cars (Junhui): I can’t really explain this one, but I hold it dearly in my heart. This song from Pierce the Veil just makes me feel everything and this boy makes me feel everything. If there’s any fic I’d want y’all to read, it’s this one.

My Fairy Tale (Junhui): The friends to lovers; the bittersweet feelings; the last sentence that ties it together; I just love everything.

Carnival (Junhui): The secretly dating thing gets me every time, especially when they get caught and it’s just very fall-y.

Midnight (Junhui): The whole pining thing in a fic is very underrated, especially when everyone knows someone has to confess but they don’y. I love the realism and how you just wanna yell at the screen and writer to make them come together. 

Come Back (Junhui): ANGST my dudes!!!! I live for things like this!!!! I love that sometimes not everything we write has to be sickly sweet and happy. I WANT TO FEEL THINGS. I WANNA CRY UGLY TEARS and then cheer at the happy ending. 

7 Things (Soonyoung): I think that as a writer, one of my favorite things that I’ve done was give readers hope, only to just take it away it and this one did it justice. Erin and Haley haven’t forgiven me for this one but I did warn everyone. 

Make You Smile (Soonyoung): I’m a nerd at heart and if anything has pens, paper, a notebook, books as the key thing in a fic (along with coffee shops), I’m a goner. And it’s so sappy!!!! You can hear my heart crying!!!!

Firsts (Soonyoung): I’m very bad with feelings and this just made me happy for some reason.

Can I have This Dance? (Soonyoung): I loved this a lot more than I thought I would to be honest. Erin just has a simplistic happy way of writing and I know that everything will be alright.  

Movies (Wonwoo): A Halloween-ish type special from Erin that is hysterical to me for some reason. (Bonus points for the gif she uses!)

Favorite (Wonwoo): Small moments leading up to the big finale? My heart does a thing still!

Terrible Things (Wonwoo): This one I was really wanted to do bc it was a story begging to be told and Erin liked this too???

Speak Now (Wonwoo): You know when you read a book that completely shatters your heart but you go back and reread in hopes it ends differently? This is it. I will never forgive Erin for this one bc she came out with this one around the time I dropped the fact that Wonwoo wasn’t my main bias anymore and -ouch. This is probably my favorite one she’s done.

Someday (Wonwoo): Let me just say...friends to lovers...my absolute poison.

My Life Would Suck Without You (Jihoon): I always pictured Jihoon falling in love with someone he’s known for years and the outcome for this made me happy?

Home (Jihoon): This one I wrote in a couple of days after hearing Home and it wasn’t too shabby, I guess.

First Night (Jihoon): The ending made my heart go whoosh honestly.

Cafe Crush (Seokmin): The way to my heart is giving me a coffee shop setting and this just made me uwu

Fake Date (Seokmin): I don’t know why I adore this one, but I do! It’s so cute and funny and I meant this to happen irl

First Sight (Seokmin): The angst! The hope! The little thing you’re relying on to make it end on good terms only to just...fall apart at the seams.

When I Grow Up/ 1.5 (Seokmin): Truthfully, I don’t know why I wrote this one, but it made me really happy and I’m just a hopeless romantic at the end of the day and apparently everyone loved it so everybody wins. Plus I know it made Erin really happy and that made me even happier. (And it’s one of my favorite seventeen songs which shocks people for some reason?)

All the Mingyu ones, lmao. Everything that’s been written about Mingyu, I’ve loved.

Night and Rain (Minghao): I was inspired to start writing for these boys when I heard this song and this was the outcome. This is my firstborn, and I still listen to this song a lot.

Muffins (Mingaho): Another dorky one that just has me :D

Cheated (Minghao): Again, I won’t always write happy stuff and this was another one that just made me happy to write.

Tattoo (Minghao): I’m really sentimental about this one. Like I love it a whole lot?

Photo Credit (Seungkwan): This is probably the most original piece I’ve ever read and I still laugh about this!!!!! 

Temporary Goodbye (Seungkwan:) The bittersweet moment of last days is just something that hurts. You want more time but there’s always hope for next time and that’s what gets you through the times.

You Had Me at Hello (Seungkwan): I just started writing this one, but pen pals y’all. :( Letters, and rambling and talking to each other is just beautiful. Trust me, it’s a special kind of friendship. 

8:43 (Hansol): I don’t know why but I love reading about the flashbacks and present times. Erin’s a genius y’all.

Just the Way You Are (Hansol): Literally the time I was fighting Haley to admit her love for Vernon, I was listening to Pierce the Veil’s cover of this song (and I was going through it bc I adore this band and their music!) and I realized that this would make a good fic...although she does hate me for this one!

Lost Woods (Hansol): Mutual feelings? Sign me up. And honestly, the “No one called him Hansol anymore (or something along those lines is the sole reason it’s up there lmao)

How Would You Feel? (Hansol): Yeah, yeah...I’m just a big softie and apparently I can do cute shit like this (I’m really happy with how it came out though and I didn’t expect everyone to like it?)

Birthday Treats (Chan): I hate my birthday too, but I suppose I’d make an exception for him :(

Ice Cream (Chan): Erin and I unintentionally collaborated on this bc she said it was too short and she let me add on to it so it’s special bc we haven’t done anything since the Princess series.

Locked In (Chan): the thought of being locked in the same room with the person im crushing on is equal parts scary and exhilarating...aka my guilty pleasures!!!!

You First (Chan): I just...love break ups and make ups and the whole “let’s try it again” thing

Thirteen Ways I Said I Love You (OT13): They’re short and sweet and it’s postcards

Friends to More (OT13): FRIENDS. TO. LOVERS. NEED. I. SAY. MORE.

Hogwarts Seventeen: Erin and I talk a lot about AUs and Harry Potter so this made me GEEK

Once Upon a Time (OT13): I wouldn’t stop bugging Erin about my theories and I just...she doesn’t disappoint!

Serial Killers (OT13): Y’all I love shit like this; the creepy and scary and just wow 

Funhouse/ Thriller/  La Llorona (OT13): Funhouse was my first attempt at haunted houses; Thriller for scariness and La Llorona for the urban legend and dia de muertos!!!

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that’s true i suppose i am biased bc i already know his talent so when i’m rewatching the audition it’s like,, how did he get F?? but it did allow him to shine when he rose to B so can’t be too mad also have you watched the new season at all?

my thoughts on this take two! bc it didnt post the first time fml

a point i forgot to make in my first reply to you was the fact that not only was he timid and shy, he was also being outshined by his fellow members. you have to remember that during this time period, justin and zhengting still had their pd101 hype (3/5 of the mentors were from kpop based groups so maybe they had some previous knowledge of their abilities), zeren was a former SM trainee (lay even recognized him so he was also aware of his abilities) and he also had to go against chengcheng (the brother of china’s biggest actress and even with his D rank, everyone was paying that much more attention to him). in the yuehua audition, he, xinchun and wenjun didn’t stand a chance at ranking high because the mentors probably didn’t pay them much mind. that’s why when quanzhe was on his own in F rank (along with xinchun), he was finally allowed to show what he was made of.

and then we all cried when he moved up to b rank :(

in all honesty, i didn’t keep up with idol producer s2. i only watched the clips of minghao since he’s my bias. i didn’t want to get involved with the show again just to have a repeat of season one. as for this newest season with xukun, i haven’t watched either. iqiyi has posted the first episode in every language except for english lol and the only clips i can find are video edits of lisa & xukun.

have you watched any of the new season? i heard this season has a contestant named juicy. i stan her. idk what she looks like or what her talents are but with a stage name like that, she must debut.