#is going with jihoon that's the one to use. in my opinion i guess

[sillyabtmusic]

Assistant Manager Lim Jihoon

[pynkgothicka]

Ｃａｌｌ Ｏｕｔ Ｍｙ Ｎａｍｅ ＬＪＨ

Pairing - Dark! Drummer! Lee Jihoon (Woozi) x AFAB! Reader

Synopsis- When you attend your friend’s boyfriend’s concert, you end up falling for the drummer.

Featuring - Maude Apatow, Halle Bailey, Dominic Fike

Word Count - 2.6k

Tags and Warnings - Manipulation, Isolation, Abuse, Arguing

Authors Note - Should I write for more things besides bts??

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Hanging out with Maude and Halle after finals was one of the most refreshing things you could possibly do. Being cooped up in your dorm became more and more stressful as you surrounded yourself with notes upon notes to study with.

You eyed your figure in the mirror. The beautiful red dress your friend ordered for you perfectly. It formed to your body perfectly, hugging each curve. Maude stood behind you, long brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her pink frilly dress fit perfectly. “We look so good! God and I thought you would hate what I picked out for you.” She comments wrapping her arms on your shoulders.

“To be honest, I was scared. Reds not usually my color. You know me. I love wearing more muted colors.” You replied leaning your head back onto Maude's shoulder. You both laughed and she let go of you, falling onto her bed. You both shared a dorm, not even knowing one another as freshmen. But into your current sophomore year, you, Maude, and Halle were best friends. “I'm guessing Halle is going to be late huh?”

Maude lets out a chuckle, “Yeah, should I just text her to meet us there?” She says picking up her phone. She lays back on the bed calling up your mutual friend. With a nod, You continue to eye yourself in the mirror before sitting at your vanity. You began to do your makeup, powdering on various things. “Okay, she's going to meet us at the venue, apparently she's getting us tickets to a random concert. But hey I don't really care, I just want to honestly do something besides study.”

“I can get on board with that one.”

🕊

As you entered the bar, you met up with Halle and stood together near the stage, eagerly anticipating the start of the concert. "So who is Macabe exactly?" You asked curiously.

"My boyfriend's band," Halle replied, pulling a flyer from her purse and passing it to you and Maude. "Y’all know Dominic right? The fucking dreamboat of a man in the front!” She points to the frontman on the poster.

You eye the poster seeing all the members. “Is Dominic new? I mean yeah he's hot, but they're pretty much all hot. I’m assuming they do like rock or something?”" Maude leaned in to ask Halle, and they began chatting animatedly while your attention wandered back to the stage. That's when you noticed the particularly large female audience, drawn to this local band. You dismiss the thought and refocus on your friends' playful argument.

The entire room dims as it hits the three of you, it becoming clear that the concert is about to begin. “Y'all better cheer so loud Dom!” Halle asks, and you roll your eyes but nod. As the band walks on stage your eyes are drawn in to the drummer.

As the band takes the stage, your attention is immediately drawn to the drummer. Short black hair, chipped black nails, piercing eyes that seem to see right through you, and a toned physique - in your opinion, the most attractive man you've ever seen.

Lost in your admiration, you feel Halle nudge you with her elbow and make a clicking sound. Maude joins in with a quiet "Ooh! Our girl finally likes someone." You playfully shove them back.

The man looks down at you, his gaze studying you. Eyes trailing up and down your form. You push them playfully as the drummer's gaze meets yours, his smirk indicating that he noticed your staring. Halle squealed quietly. “Oh, after this I’m so introducing you to him!”

🕊️

After the show, you and the entire group sat and waited for Dominic to come out. “I texted him and everything, I'm kind of sick of waiting on his ass,” Halle complained, rolling her eyes, head resting on her palm. Maude was at the bar, playing Candy Crush on her phone. You fidgeted with one of your rings, feeling restless.

“Halle! Come on, the boys want to meet you guys!” You heard a voice call from the door opening. Halle's face lights up and she gets up motioning for you and Maude to follow. Both you and her walk backstage and come to sight with a relaxed view of the band. Seeing all of the band resting, lazily, now their eyes on all three of you.

“Okay! Girls introduce yourselves, y'all got mouths!” Halle cheerfully says, walking away to go sit on Dominic's lap. YNervously, both you and Maude introduced yourselves. “Okay get comfortable!!” Halle says already practically tuning both you and Maude out completely.

"Do these men..." Maude began.

"Intimidate you? Yeah, me too." You finished.

Your eyes then reconnect with the drummer. With a hand he makes you come, patting the spot next to you. With a nervous smile, you sit down and greet him. "H-Hi..." Your voice trails off as he smiles back at you, his eyes closing genuinely.

He seemed like such a sincere person.

At least, that's the impression he gave off.

"You're cute," he says in a seductive tone with his charming accent. "I saw you looking at me with those pretty eyes." He lightly touches your chin, directing your gaze towards his own. You enjoy hearing how much he admires you without even knowing you.

"O-Oh! Thank you... no one has ever told me that before," you admit, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. It was nice to hear someone admire you without even knowing you.

"Don't be so nervous, am I scary or something?" he asks, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Lee Jihoon. Just so I'm not too intimidating." His name rolls off his tongue easily.

You raise your hands in defense. "No no! Nothing like that... well, maybe a little," you confess with a laugh. Your hands fidget with your thighs as you try to ease your nerves. But Jihoon just laughs along with you, his smile warm and inviting.

“Really? How so?” He adds keeping the conversation light-hearted. But why were you so nervous around him? It's not like you were turned off and creeped out by him.

With another shy laugh, you explain, "Well, you're in a band...and just really built. And, well...super hot. Shit, did I just say that?" You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, nervously rubbing them against each other.

Jihoon chuckles and moves to sit closer to you on the black loveseat. His fingers dance along your shoulder, causing you to jump. "Don't worry, I don't mind," he reassures you with a laugh, resting his head on your shoulder. You can't help but laugh along with him, his laughter making you feel at ease.

Dominic reaches over and taps your shoulder. “Woah, dude barely talks to me and I'm his fuckin’ bandmate.” He comments, Halle, resting on his chest. “Don't let up on him dude needs some.” Jihoon leans over pushing Dominic away.

“He's a dick, don't listen to him gorgeous,” Jihoon whispers into your ear as he plants a gentle kiss on your temple, making your face flush with heat. “I want to talk to you all night.”

“Well, you're lucky, because I can do just that.”

🕊️

And you welcomed it with open arms, grateful for the attention and affection he showed you. That led to you two making it official.

Halle and Maude couldn't be happier for you. Halle and Dominic broke up, but seeing that at least one of the band members seemed genuine made her happy.

Dating Jihoon felt like being in paradise. He was kind and gentle towards you, always treating you with tenderness and care. Currently, you were sprawled across his lap as he worked on his music and that of the band. As you talked, you discovered that Jihoon was not just a talented musician but also a skilled producer who worked on multiple projects simultaneously. "You work so hard," you mumbled, your cheek resting against his thigh.

His hand found its way to your arm, gently lovingly caressing your skin. "Someone has to do it, Dove," he replied with a small smile.

Dove.

That nickname made you feel like an angel in his eyes.

"I suppose you're right," you murmured. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you grab at it.

Maude💄: When R u coming home?? 🤨

You: Whenever Jihoon is heading to bed

You: Sry u know how he is

Jihoon's voice startles you, causing an involuntary jump from your entire body. "Who are you texting?" he demands, his face twisted into a stern expression.

“Maude, she wants to know when I'm going to be home and stuff.” You replied looking back up to your boyfriend. His face is more serious than before, as he seemingly contemplates his next sentence.

He clears his throat before speaking. “I don't like it when you text people when you're around me. It's like you're not focusing on us.”

You stare at him dumbfounded by that statement. If anything you put your all into the relationship, allowing for him to come whenever he wants to, always catching a ride to go visit him. You've always made sacrifices for him, constantly traveling to see him and putting in effort to make things work.

"I'm sorry that I have to let my roommate know when I'll be home. I can't just ignore her," you say, trying to reason with him. But his jaw clenches and he runs his tongue over the side of his cheek in frustration.

He just stared ahead, continuously fiddling and mixing the music. You scoff and lie down on the arm of the couch, facing away from him.

“It's disrespectful. It's like you don't want to be around me or something.” Jihoon says still working. You furrow your brows and continue to stare ahead.

“Yeah, whatever. What, fucking ever.”

In an instant, Jihoon lunges at you and grabs onto your shirt, pulling you towards him so that your faces are inches apart. His grip is tight and painful as he snarls through gritted teeth, "Don't ever talk to me like that again. You got that?"

“Y-Yes! Let go of me please…” You say grabbing at his arm. He lets go and moves to kiss the crown of your head. He finally releases you and moves to kiss the top of your head before pushing you back into his lap. Your body trembles as you try to hold back sobs, gasping for air between sniffles.

"See? Now you've learned your lesson," he says with a sickeningly sweet tone. "I'll let you know when you can leave, alright?" You nod weakly, too frightened to speak up or stand up for yourself.

🕊️

“Leave his ass girl,” Halle said walking into your dorm announced. You look up from your work confused. “You're little boyfriend is the reason Dom broke up with me. He's been talkin’ about how I'm this that and the third.” Your heart races with confusion and anger, not understanding why she would accuse your boyfriend of such terrible things.

Without hesitation, you rushed to defend your boyfriend. “What? No way��� He wouldn't do something like that. He's not that type of person.” Quickly closing your notebook, you added, “He doesn't even talk to people.”

Halle stared at you, her face twisted in shock. “Un-fucking-believeable. You're seriously siding with that dick!” She yelled her hands going in the air. Maude walked through the door in shock at the scene. Halle turns around and points at Maude. “You're barely home, and Maude can even agree to that.”

Maude stands there before walking in. “I mean, she's not wrong… you aren't home. You just met him not even two months ago. But you're always with Jihoon, just texting me to say you're staying the night. And don't even get me started on when he pops up just demanding shit.” Maude huffs crossing her arms. She places a hand on her temple, sighing. “You are willingly blinding yourself. Why?”

“What do you mean why?” You stood up and gestured emphatically. “You guys just want to take away the one good thing I have in my life right now. Jihoon hasn't done anything wrong. If he's such a problem, then I'll just leave.” You grabbed your suitcase and began hastily throwing clothes into it without bothering to fold them. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision.

Halle huffs out turning away. “Get the fuck then, go run to that fake ass mother fucker. Then whenever you find out what is, you're gonna be sorry.” She yells walking out of the dorm. Maude stares at the scene letting out another sigh.

“Just call me if things get too rough, okay? I love you so much… But I don't trust him.”

🕊️

Moving in with Jihoon was the best possible thing you could ever do. The night you arrived on his apartment doorstep, having cried to yourself the entire way there, he let you in with open arms. He doted on you with nothing but love.

He showered you with love and attention, buying you new clothes and making you feel special. Just like now, you stood in his living room, doing a twirl in the lingerie he brought you. Red lace adorning your thighs, panties, and bralette. “You love seeing me in red?” You ask hands on your hips.

Jihoon couldn't take his eyes off of you. "You look amazing in red," he said with a smile. You couldn't help but blush at his compliment as you sat down next to him on the couch, placing your hand on top of his.“See? Arent you happier without those friends of yours? They always made you so dreary.”

You give him a look before talking quietly. “Well, It's not like I don't miss them, you can't just say that I’m happier.” You commented sulking away from him. However, he didn't seem to like that statement. Much rather Jihoon closed his own computer.

“Don’t talk back.” He said looking at you, his eyes burning with contempt for your statement. You looked back at him with the same look. “And don’t look at me that way, or I’ll give you a reason to act like this.”

“What is your issue? I’m just saying I don't like you telling me how to think and feel, you have no right to threate-”

But before you could finish your sentence, Jihoon's hand came crashing against the side of your face, causing your head to hit the coffee table and a bright flash to cross your vision. You looked at him through tear-filled eyes and saw a twisted sense of contentment on his face.

He damped at the blood on your forehead, his lips coming to kiss at your temple. “Shh, I’m sorry baby,” He cooed doting on you for just a split second. You started off sniffling and then breaking down into full-on sobs. Jihoon held the side of your face once more. “It’s okay… see you just made me so mad, I’m sorry though, just don’t make me so mad baby okay?” Your eyes drift over to him, Jihoon smiling at you, this twisted look of contemptment.

And you agreed.

All you could do was agree.

You long for Maude and Halle's company, for the freedom to go to class and be out of this damn apartment. But for now, all you can do is play along with Jihoon's game to avoid further punishment.

But you chose this.

You chose to be with a man who buried you away from everyone and the world.

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[onlyseokmins]

this sleepover concept is so cute, I just have to get in on it! can I ask two questions? if so I hope I'm not repeating anything 😅

You seem very proper adult on here, so I wanted to ask a little advice. I am recently living on my own for the first time since college, and I have nothing to be scared about because I'm responsible and good with money but it still feels so surreal? Like this place cannot possibly just be my own, and I don't have to answer to anyone, it's wild. I guess it makes more sense if I say I just left a very sour relationship, but does it always feel like this, the overwhelming feeling of freedom? Sometimes it's a little scary 😅

Also for the spicy crowd, I did want to ask your opinion on who is mtl likely to actively engage in cockwarming? I don't think i saw this question yet, correct me if I'm wrong!

Suuuuuper happy for you on this milestone babe, please keep up the good work but only when you have time and energy 💙

Ty for dropping by nonny and tysm for thinking I'm a proper adult lmao what an honor! *kicks all my bad choices and decisions under my bed* 💀 I also so appreciate your kind words ��

No but in all seriousness - congratulations! That is truly not a small feat and it definitely can be overwhelming. I still live at home bc of it so I really admire you, I think that kind of feeling is v understandable but just know that you definitely deserve your freedom. You've also earned it! I'm sorry to hear about your past relationship, but I also want to applaud you for recognizing your limitations and responsibilities. I think that's already going to propel you so far on this new venture so I encourage you to embrace and enjoy your newfound freedom!

It'll be scary but before you know it - it'll feel as natural as breathing ❤️ in the mean time, don't forget to lean on any trusted and loved ones on your life when needed!

Ooh! As for the spicy part hehe 🤭

Most

Wonwoo - 100% into it and always doing it. it's convenient and sexci and they can do two things at once. work/game/rest/sleep while being wrapped in your warmth. this can go on for hours and will satisfy you immensely with its intimacy or drive you crazy while teasing the brink of pleasure for so long

Vernon

Jihoon

Mingyu

Seungcheol

Jeonghan

Seungkwan - neutral about it: may use it as a punishment or for comfort but it's a rare occurrence if it does happen and you can figure it'll be a different kind of experience whenever you do it with them

Joshua

Junhui

Seokmin

Minghao

Soonyoung

Chan - impatient. will do it however it does not last long at all. they get too worked up slipping inside you, they just *have* to start thrusting like crazy. or they're just not into it. if their dick is inside of you, it has to be moving and stroking your inner walls at all the right angles.

Least

💤 Sleepover Weekend

[suuho]

mutuals as svt songs & members + why please!

hi! under read more cause this is long!!

@young-jae as scoups / snap shoot: sofie is like the big sister i never had and i love her to death. her vibes are the entire snap shoot video in one and her friendship makes me feel light and loved and understood, and never like any work at all. i also love dino's verse and dk's harmony here a lot and i think that is really just the two of us in, like, 5 seconds.

@bisexualhobibi as jeonghan / all my love: ana is my best friend in the world. they are funny, mischievous, opinionated, caring, brilliant, and just the absolute bestest person you could ever have the luck to meet. i have no idea how they deemed me cool enough to become friends with them to be honest??? sometimes i feel like i don't deserve a friendship like this. all my love only amounts to so much, you know? but even so, i would do everything for them.

@herewegobebe as joshua / aju nice: ah, ru!!! i love ru so much. she is such a veteran in the shawol fandom and i feel like joshua is a good fit for her. aju nice is the kind of song that makes you nostalgic but is also just a huge fucking party, and i think there's nothing us shawols know better / love more than that.

@huiwife as jun / rock with you: a fellow gemini, this was such a no brainer. jasmine has the energry of jun cooking his hot pot for everyone, that quiet kind of devotion. to me, anyways. i chose rock with you because i feel like it has that kind of infectious vibe that jasmine has, and because it could have been a pentagon b-side.

@jjaes as hoshi+minghao / thanks: do i need to say anything here, actually? yes, al gets a double bill so sorry to whoever would have been minghao, i guess. thinking about this makes me want to bawl my eyes out so i will keep it short, mostly. al is the only person in the world who understands me unconditionally and who has never, ever left me, and never will. there is not enough thanks, or even words, in the world to convey my gratitude. not enough love, either. also, she is the perfect marriage of hoshi's gemini delusion and minghao's spirituality and no nonsense approach to life.

@wonublr as wonwoo / oh my!: lee is the wonu to my woozi and of the funnest people i ever met on caratblr. we just kinda clicked instantly and that is so rare! she has the kind of calming influence on me that wonwoo has on a grumpy gremlin like jihoon, and i just adore having her around. i chose oh my!, a song that i absolutely love, because it is so carefree and bubbly and lovely, and lee is all of that to me.

@magzineho as woozi / 24h: if i have to hand out my most beloved, dearest, most important jihoon to anyone, it gotta be rosie. i love you and i love yelling about all things pentagon and musical theater and literally anything else in this world with you. real recognizes real and that's why you are the jihoon of my heart. 24h is one of my favorite seventeen songs and i think you'd vibe with it really well.

@tipannies as dk / fallin' flower: mari, one of my favorite people in the entire world. i love you so much, and i know you probably don't see yourself that way, but to me you are sunshine, much like dk's role in the group. also, your talent is vast and endless and makes me feel like the luckiest fool in the world getting to witness it. i chose falling flower for you because the songs is tender and soft and aches, and yet, it picks you right off the ground. i think it's a song that understands melancholy and heartache and pain, and i love this song and you.

@ohoshi as mingyu / spider: hoshi central cora is the mingyu to al's minghao and also the mingyu to al's hoshi. if you get it, you get it. spider is another no-brainer here! as a group song, i would have either given her fearless or hot. i think there is so much we can achieve if we let go of our anxieties and fears and just believe in ourselves. i was born in fear but i got back on the horse fearless. wonwoo said something like that once, in don quixote.

@yejiswife as seungkwan / heaven's cloud: jenny, one of the best people on the planet ..... it is a fucking honor to know them and love them and cherish them and just, like. call them a friend. i would give jenny the world if i could. they are as fun and brazen and genius as seungkwan and yet, their heart is as soft and honest and sweet as a cloud. also, i personally love heaven's cloud a lot. i love you, jenny. <3

@usershua as vernon / 2 minus 1: vivi, ofc, had to be vernon. she is the vernon to my woozi and she absolutely understands what it's like to be so enamored with a man it makes you look stupid. but, on a more serious note, vivi is so cool and calm and so brilliantly artistic that i think hansol is a great fit for her. i had to give her 2 minus 1 for reasons. i'm pretty sure she gets it.

@kimtaegis as dino / anyone: last but not least. i think that there is a quiet perseverance and stubbornness in annie that has made her resilient and stronger than she would ever admit or even realize. yet, she has a soft core that is, i think, much like chan's and deserves to be filled up to the brim with love. anyone was her most played song of 2021, and i think those cool movie vibes of the song really suit her! annie always looks like she stepped straight off a movie set.

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part One)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, possible character death, a little bit of fluff but it’s like angsty fluff

Word count: 1,837

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

Next | Second Chance Masterlist

a/n: things in bold are in english. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY!!!! hi i know everyone has been awaiting this series from tftp in particular. and while i wish i could say im updating this regularly,,,,,i cannot. there’s no definite update schedule, im just doing it when i can. i wanted to wait until i had all the parts written but im impatient. but i hope you’ll enjoy this series even with the slow updates, and i hope it lives up to expectations 💜

“Where’re we going?” Joshua grumbled as he followed slightly behind Hansol and Kyung, the younger boy’s hand wrapped around hers.

Joshua was going with them to the doctor without actually knowing. Kyung knew better than to tell him before they left because she figured the grumpy werewolf would just tell her no, not really caring whether he was unable to heal or not -- even though that was very clearly a bad sign that he had overexerted himself.

Kyung thought maybe Joshua would be a little less...angry all the time once she got to know him, but Joshua was stubborn well before he’d even met her -- he was just bad at shoving his stubbornness and anger down.

“I promised I’d get my back fixed if Kyung decided to stay, and you said you’d go if I went, didn’t you?” Hansol reminded his brother with a smirk over his shoulder. “We’re gonna go see that doctor we were told about. What was her name again?”

“Minjee,” Kyung replied. “Not to sound rude but...Josh, why don’t you want to see a doctor?”

“I don’t really care if I can heal or not either way,” he replied flatly, “but I said I’d get help if Hansol did. So...here we are.”

“Here we are...” she repeated in a mumble.

Joshua simply followed the mated couple in silence as the alpha led them to Minjee’s, being the first to knock on the door. It was a girl -- as expected -- that opened the door, bowing politely to the group before smiling brightly at the darker skinned girl in front of them.

“Kyung!” she exclaimed as she gestured the three of them in. “I haven’t seen you in so long -- I suppose that’s a good thing, though. How’ve you been? Your pack hasn’t mentioned you.”

“I’m not actually in that pack anymore,” Kyung told her with a shrug, her ‘cool’ exterior coming back in the presence of an old friend. “I’m an alpha of my mate’s pack now.”

Minjee seemed impressed, eyebrows raising with a smile, “Wow, look at you. How’d the sudden change happen? Jiung must be proud.”

“He’s actually...passed away.”

The doctor’s face fell, placing a comforting hand on your upper arm, “I’m sorry for the loss of your brother.”

Kyung nodded, “I’ve been grieving, but it’s been easier with my mate. Minjee, this is Hansol, and his brother -- er, our brother, I guess -- Joshua.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hansol said as he nodded to her. “Our brother, Soonyoung came in before with a human girl to talk about fixing us -- I’ve got silver burned into my back, and Joshua’s the healer that can’t heal anymore.”

“Ah, yes, the healer!” Minjee’s eyes lit up as she nodded excitedly. She looked to Joshua now. “Your power still hasn’t come back?”

“No,” he replied. “I thought just resting would help but...nothing.”

“I see,” she hummed, eyeing him over before looking back at Kyung like she was their mother that took them to the doctor’s office. “I’ll do a quick look over and then see what I can do. It’s almost time for me to close up, and I have to go out of town for a few days. I won’t be able to do anything until about a week from now, but they’ll be fine until then if they’ve been fine this long.”

“That’s okay,” Hansol shrugged as Joshua replied, “No worries.”

“Alright,” Minjee breathed with a warm smile, grabbing some gloves from nearby, “then let’s get started and see what’s going on.”

-

Even though you were never careful, you wanted to blame this on shitty luck. You were too carefree and excitable, so you ran and ran and didn’t see the trap. So with you trapped under a net with little prickles that you were sure were laced with wolfsbane from how fucking awful you felt -- that was an understatement -- all you could do was wait for hunters to come find you before death took you itself. Honestly, you hoped the latter would come first.

You faintly heard footsteps coming toward you as your vision went out of focus, your eyelids becoming too heavy to keep up. You sensed a presence beside you, the body crouching down to get a better look at you.

“What do we have here?” a female-sounding voice asked, but it sounded far away and muffled to you. “Is this another werewolf?”

“I can’t tell,” another female voice replied in a sigh. “Sura, do you have any ideas?”

“Doesn’t smell like werewolf to me,” a male voice said. “It definitely is some kind of were-creature, though. This thing wreaks of wolfsbane and it’s clearly affecting her. I’d say...coyote, maybe?”

One of the women sucked in a breath between their teeth before saying, “Prajya, help me get this net off of her -- it’ll be heavy but I’m afraid to let Sura touch it.”

Slowly, you felt the weight of the net being lifted off of you. You could also feel every little barb stuck in you being pulled out, and you whimpered softly from the stinging pain that covered your body.

“Minjee, will she make it?” the second girl asked as you were lifted into warm arms.

“No,” the male replied, “probably not.”

“The house isn’t far from here,” the first girl insisted. “We just have to hurry.”

But you were out cold before they even took the first step.

-

Josh and Hansol weren’t really sure why so many people wanted to go with them into town that night for them to finally get fixed. Suvi was understandable since she just enjoyed going into town, and Soomin made sense since she was basically their resident know-it-all when it came to werewolves. However, Wonwoo wanting to tag along was weird because Wonwoo didn’t like leaving the house, much less going into town. They figured maybe it was because he wanted to make sure Soomin would be alright, but she was already going to be with two werewolves and a girl who had gone into town plenty of times. She was in good hands, but whatever made Wonwoo happy.

“Are you nervous?” Suvi wondered, looking up between Hansol and Joshua as she walked.

“I don’t know how they’re going to fix my back, so that’s a little concerning,” Hansol decided, “but I’m more excited.”

Joshua just shrugged, “Eh, not really.”

“Try not to be so excited, huh,” Wonwoo commented.

Joshua did like his power. He liked that he was able to help people with it. However, it didn’t benefit him -- as in, it didn’t make his own personal healing any better than anybody else’s in the pack -- and it wouldn’t be needed if his pack wasn’t so stupid and got themselves hurt. It wasn’t fun like Seokmin’s or Chan’s or Kyung’s, and it wasn’t interesting like Jihoon’s or Soonyoung’s or Hansol’s or Minghao’s. It was boring -- kind of like Wonwoo’s or Seungcheol’s.

Suvi was the first up to the door, knocking before she took a step back to wait. The door was answered by Minjee -- as always -- who greeted them with an almost pained smile.

“Hello,” she greeted them. “Before you come in, I’d like to apologize. My partners and I have just gotten home, and one of our patients... Well, she won’t make it.”

Now that she’d mentioned it, the wolves could just barely hear the faint, slowing heartbeat from inside the house. But they could also smell that it wasn’t the typical werewolf. It was something they’d never smelled before, but it still wasn’t completely human.

Joshua also picked up on a scent that was very familiar but also so very different from anything he’d smelled before.

“We’re just trying to ease her pain until she passes,” Minjee continued, letting the small group into the house. She turned to look at somebody else who was helping with the aforementioned girl. “Sura, could you put a curtain up around her? Prajya, I’ll need you to help me with--”

Minjee stopped when she noticed Joshua stop in the doorway, his body going rigid. His golden eyes were spotting red and locked on you, hands balled into fists.

You were dying; his mate was dying. Again.

“Josh...?” Wonwoo spoke up, placing a hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

Joshua’s thoughts and opinions on re-imprinting were out the window when it registered that the girl quickly losing her life was his mate. The only thing he could focus on was you and saving you -- but he only knew one way how.

“She’s not dying,” he stated, walking straight through the small crowd and over to you where your pulse was just a moment away from completely dying out.

“What?” Minjee asked, watching him as he approached you with a set jaw and narrowed eyes.

“I’m not going to let her die,” he said louder, letting his hands hover above your body.

Joshua was too focused on trying to somehow get his powers to come back to him that he wasn’t paying any attention to Hansol and Wonwoo’s conversation over their surprise of their brother imprinting for a second time. Truthfully, nobody thought anybody would come after Lilly since Josh was so against it. But then again, imprinting wasn’t something any werewolf could control. 

Joshua mumbled to himself as he tried to will his power back. He was concentrating so hard but nothing was happening. No faint glow from his palms, no color coming back to your face, and your heartbeat was still rapidly decreasing by the second. It wouldn’t be long until it was gone all together, and then there would be nothing he could do.

“C’mon...c’mon...” he grumbled, closing his eyes as his eyebrows creased together in concentration.

“Your powers won’t suddenly work,” Minjee spoke up, watching from where she stood by his pack, wanting to give the werewolf space -- especially since she was preparing for him to be grieving for the mate he’d lose before actually having her.

“They have to!” he snapped.

He refused to lose you. If he lost two mates -- even if he didn’t properly meet or know you -- he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take it.

With his last bit of energy he had in his body, his palms faintly glowed to life, spreading a tingling warmth across your body. His healing power was starting to cleanse the wolfsbane from your system, and your heartbeat was starting to become stronger and more stable. Hearing your heartbeat louder in his ears made Josh want to cry. But he didn’t have the energy for it.

As you let out a cough and a girl with brown skin rushed over to sit you up so you could empty your system, Joshua collapsed onto the floor, knowing you were alive and would hopefully stay alive. He put his everything into saving you, and he didn’t know if that would kill him, but he knew it was worth it.

[wonwoonlight]

📣: friend!Seokmin // fluff // mutual pining in which theyre both dumb // 1600~ words

A/N: well thank you for the requests, anons! decided to mesh these 2 together with obvious changes here and there so hopefully thats okay haha. this was so cute to imagine and perhaps it is me who has always wanted to play in the rain🌧 lol enjoy!

find the rest of requested drabble here

The first time Seokmin goes to a musical with you, it’s because Jihoon, a mutual friend of you and his, has landed a musical gig which prompts you, Seokmin, Soonyoung, Jennie, and Seungcheol to attend his first ever show for support.

After that, Seokmin has gradually gotten closer and closer to you because he’s only found out then that you’ve always been a fan of musical but has no one to go with you. Sometimes you’d force Jennie or Jihoon to go with you, but Jihoon actually enjoys being on stage more than he does watching them, and Jennie is often busy with her portfolio.

It hasn’t been long since you and Jennie have entered their little circle, which is why Seokmin has only found out not long ago when you’re excitedly babbling about one of the senior actors in Jihoon’s musical that you’ve always liked.

He’s happy that he’s finally found a friend that shares the same enthusiasm towards this, but he’s pretty sure it’s not only about that when his heartbeat always dances rowdily when you’re around. If anything, he’s watched enough musicals to know the reason why his smile gets wider everytime you’re near him.

Furthermore, Seokmin isn’t dense enough to say he doesn’t like you that way when he finds himself frowning more often than not when he sees your update with @min9yu_k on Instagram (he swears he only knows his account because you often repost his story or mention this tall guy on your updates). Jihoon, ever so observative, has subtly told him that Mingyu’s just a childhood friend of yours, which do not comfort Seokmin at all.

Is he supposed to compete with someone that looks like a model who has known you since you were kids?

“Seokmin?” you call to him from the side, even waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Something on your mind?”

Right. He’s with you now, having a simple dinner in McDonald’s after another musical show because you’ve told him you’re craving for junk food and it was the closest one to the theatre. He looks at your concerned eyes, probably wondering why he’s been spacing out. He bites the inside of his cheek a little, should he go for it?

“There’s umm… this girl,” he says, his eyes solely on the cola in front of him that he misses the way you deflate at his words. “I’ve been… close to her for a while, I guess? We’d go out together from time to time. But it’s not a date.”

“Why is it not a date?” you ask curiously, your mind goes through the few female friends Seokmin has that might be the subject of his affection. Of course, someone like Seokmin would have someone in his mind—maybe even heart, because why would he think about her in front of you otherwise? “Is it because you’re not by yourselves?

“Because she probably only sees me as a friend?” he timidly says, hoping you don’t catch on. “We… uh, we have the same…hobby? I guess? And I think she goes with me often only because her other friends don’t get her hobby. We do go out just by ourselves, the two of us, but I… I don’t think she shares my feelings?”

You frown at his words, not liking what he’s implying. “How’d you know that? What if she goes with you because she enjoys your time with you? I don’t think I can hang out with someone often just because of shared interest. In my opinion, she must’ve liked your company if she doesn’t mind going out with you often.”

He looks up at you, his eyes hopeful at your words though he’s not entirely convinced. “Just because she enjoys my company doesn’t mean she likes me back, though.”

“But that’s a first step, isn’t it?” you encourage him, a little too cheerful for his liking. Seokmin wonders if you’d still be this encouraging if you know it’s you who he’s talking about. Wait, doesn’t it mean you don’t mind if it’s someone else?

He sighs to himself before shaking his head. “Nevermind. Let’s just finish this and I’ll walk you home.”

You’re actually reluctant to drop the topic, but Seokmin sounds firm in contrast of his usual happy tone so you don’t have the choice to push it. You want to tell him that whoever is it, she’ll be lucky to have him and he’s probably mistaken. There’s just no way someone like Seokmin would go through an unrequited love.

No way at all.

“Oh?” Seokmin blinks up at the sky as drops of rain suddenly fall to his cheek. He shares a look with you, then you both run to the nearest shelter before you get drenched from the rain.

“That was unexpected,” you exclaim, catching your breath. Your hair is a little wet, but it’s not drenched and that’s all that matters now. Seokmin’s coat is wet too, you can clearly see the few spots from the rain decorating his beige coat. “We’re so close to my place, too.”

Seokmin laughs at your pout, trying his best to hold himself back from pinching your cheeks. “It’s not that hard if you want to run through it though?”

You seem to actually consider this option, but Seokmin quickly waves his hand to tell you no—there’s not use in risking you catching a cold and he doesn’t mind waiting it out with you. He know he’s just stalling time to be with you, though.

“I’m sorry,” you frown as you watch the rain steadily falling. “You could’ve been home now if you’re not taking me home.”

He gives you his million-dollar smile, one that has you gulping to yourself before you turn away to prevent yourself from doing something stupid like kissing him or something. “I told you I don’t mind. Plus, how can I let you go home by yourself at this hour?”

“It’s literally 8 in the evening,” you deadpan. The shops around you are still open, and you can see a lot of people walk around with their umbrellas, some run through the rain with their jacket covering their heads, some decide to wait around like you do.

“So?” he shrugs playfully. “Just because it’s not that late doesn’t mean it’s always safe.”

“Always so charming,” you bravely compliment him, hoping he won’t notice you’re more than nervous to say so. Seokmin doesn’t say anything, but you’re not brave enough to turn and see his reaction so you decide to reopen the topic earlier. “I… umm, I know you have your reasons for not wanting to talk about it again. But I just wanna say that, whoever that girl is, I’m sure she will be delighted to know you have feelings for her, Seok.”

You can hear him smile, though you still don’t look up to him and instead you reach out your hand to feel the rain in your palm. You’ve always liked the rain when it’s like this—not too hard but not too small, the little child inside you have always wanted to play in the rain just for the sake of it. The thought of the aftercare you have to do after that, though, is what usually reminds you not to do it. But today is one of those days when you feel like being impulsive and maybe playing in the rain wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Will she, really?” he asks, his gaze focuses on you and the way you’re happily catching drops of rain in your palms.

Seokmin didn’t expect you’d answer, but you nod before proceeding to say whatever you feel like saying. “Very. She’d be a fool not to.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I know I will,” you nonchalantly say, trying to keep your cool as your gaze stays on your palm though he can definitely see a tint of red on your cheeks.

For a moment, Seokmin doesn’t say anything and you wonder if your impulsive, not-so-subtle confession isn’t such a great idea after all. But when you finally turn to him, there’s a happy smile in his face that you can’t quite decipher the meaning behind it. Is he simply taking your words as an encouragement to himself? Your heart falls a little at the thought, but at least Seokmin doesn’t react badly (or did he not realize that was your confession?) and that’s enough for now.

Seconds later, he simply follows you and reach out his palms to the rain, feeling his hands getting wetter and wetter as time goes by.

“How do you feel about getting home?”

“It’s raining, though.”

“Don’t you love rain?”

“I do.”

“Then why avoid it?” he grins, and you’re so speechless that you can only let out a soft laugh. “Jihoon leaves his shirts in your place, right?”

You nod, heart beating in excitement at what he’s implying. “Let’s run for it?”

“Only if you count it as a date,” he cheekily says, his palm nearing yours so you’ll take his hand.

So you do the most sensible thing to do: grab his hand and pull him with you through the rain. “It’s a date!” you scream with a laugh, as if the sound of the rain will mute your voice.

Seokmin doesn’t say anything back, only grips your hand a little tighter as he takes the lead and pulls you with him instead of the other way around. You’re drenched from head to toe when you arrive at your apartment and it’s going to be hell cleaning up, but Seokmin’s there with you and you’re convinced you couldn’t be happier than that very moment.

[leejeongz]

jealous treasure (asahi-junghwan)

🔅i’m gonna use another member in each one because it’s easier than making up a whole new person and explaining a bit about them for each one if that makes sense. but this is just for fun, it’s fictitious, remember that pls🔅

find the other members here

🌷 asahi:

“it’s wednesday” junkyu announced. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to say whatever was in his brain, but today the other boys decided to humour him a little and asked him to elaborate.

“we should wear pink” he clarified as if everyone should know. asahi rolled his eyes, you’d been pestering asahi to tell junkyu to watch mean girls since well, forever, and that now he’d finally watched it, he wouldn’t shut up about it.

“but you’re not wearing any pink” asahi pointed out after scanning his whole body.

junkyu corrected him by fetching the hoodie he was expecting to wear. it was a soft, baby pink colour, with a little heart on the pocket right in the middle. asahi recognised it straight away.

“where did you get that?” he asked. junkyu couldn’t lie, he’d been caught red handed.

“from your closet” he confessed “but you always wear it and i thought i might look cute in it, can i wear it just for one day?” he begged with pleading eyes.

“hm let me think” asahi put his hand to his chin with sarcasm written all over his face “no” he snatched it from junkyu’s hands. “why would you wear y/n’s hoodie anyway?” he asked

“i-” junkyu stuttered “i didn’t know it was theirs” he said while assessing the situation “but are you really jealous right now? i didn’t know you were the type” he laughed, drawing the attention of the other members.

“no” he scoffed, “i’m not jealous, i just don’t think that they would want you wearing their hoodie. you smell” he spat out, turning his back and heading for his room.

“someone call y/n” junkyu said, wanting you to hear what a jealous man your boyfriend really is.

“don’t you have something better to do, like finding your own pink hoodie, you know, like the one you never take off your own back?” asahi snaps back, referring to the infamous pink hoodie from junkyu’s trademark outfit. as he leaves the living room, asahi takes a hesitant sniff at the jumper, hoping junkyu hasn’t infected it with his scent so much so that it no longer smells of you.

🍄 yedam:

having been stuck inside your house for what felt like a year, you were grateful and willing to accept any invitation to leave. today’s invite came from your boyfriend, yedam, who’d recently been too busy working to come and see you, which was completely understandable. he’d asked if you’d like to join him and a few of his friends on a walk around a nearby park, you of course said yes.

with beautiful scenery came the chance to take beautiful pictures. noticing that your boyfriend was too preoccupied by the ice cream van, you asked one of his friends, jeongwoo, to take a picture of you by the fountain. he agreed and instructed you on how to pose so that it wouldn’t look awkward. you followed his advice and managed to get a few shots. you walked back over to jeongwoo, who innocently stood with your phone in his hand, when you saw your boyfriend come rushing over.

“what are you doing with their phone?” he questioned “they let you take photos of them?” he spat out in a hurt manner.

“yes…” jeongwoo replied before you stepped in.

“how much are they?” you asked, pointing in the ice cream van’s direction, not understanding what all the commotion was about.

“apparently they’re all out of ice cream” he mocked “but why did you let him take photos of you? that’s my job” he pouted with a soft tone to his voice.

“ooo our yedam is all soft for y/n” jeongwoo jeered which, judging by the look yedam gave back to him, was not appropriate. “it was just 3 pictures” jeongwoo clarified “the model isn’t that easy to work with anyway, they have no fresh ideas of their own to spice up my business” he scoffed jokingly while handing your phone back to you, causing yedam to finally crack a smile.

“⅕ stars, pictures came out wonky and the photographer is bossy, unlike my lovely yedam” you smiled, playing into the joke. it wasn’t long before yedam was back to his usual cheerful self and had also finally decided that an iced tea was a good substitute for ice cream too.

🧶doyoung:

there was a lot of things in your house that didn’t make sense, but the worst was definitely the paintings hung up in your room that you’d never gotten around to taking down, mainly because you couldn’t reach them but shhh. you’d always been too shy to ask doyoung, knowing he’d laugh at you and tease you for being too short to reach them, and given you hadn’t been together for that long, you weren’t sure how much you’d appreciate that being your first inside joke.

a friend of yours, jihoon, had come over to your house while doyoung was there, which wasn’t exactly an issue, he knew you and jihoon were friends and he respected that. the three of you often gossiped and gamed together, it was a common thing these days.

“i tell you this every time im here but those are so ugly y/n, please take them down” jihoon glanced up, locking eyes with the spooky man in the painting and shuddering.

“i can’t reach” you joked, forgetting your boyfriend was also there.

“i’ll do it then” jihoon announced, standing up and reaching each painting easily.

“i could have done that” doyoung whispered under his breath while staring at you. you turned to your left to see your boyfriend's unimpressed face. “why did you let him do it?” he questioned, seeming really quite angry.

“he offered, i wasn’t gonna say no” you defended yourself. jihoon took this as his queue to leave and take the artwork elsewhere, he didn’t know where, but anywhere was better than being in that room with you two.

“is it because of his big muscles? is it because you value his opinion more than mine?” doyoung asked, laughing at his own thoughts and how ridiculous they were but possibly true.

“no” you rolled your eyes before making eye contact again “its because he offered” you repeated.

“and if i offered?” he asked, expecting you to say that you would have declined.

“obviously i would have said yes” you replied, “they were horrible i don’t care who got them down i just wanted them gone”

“oh” he sat back and relaxed into the pillow “well i’m glad they’re gone. i didn’t like to say it, but they were creepy” he laughed with you. “the next thing to go is him though” he joked, seeing jihoon walk back into your room, which of course was replied to with a scoff from your sassy friend.

💥haruto:

your sleeping pattern was well and truly out of the window, so you decided to stay up and call one of your friends that you knew would be awake, hyunsuk. he was just like you, you both slept at 4am and woke up at 2pm, so he wasn’t that shocked when you called, wide awake like him.

“where’s haruto? wasn’t he supposed to be staying at your place tonight?” he asked, genuinely concerned about his friend. you flipped the camera to show your bed, where a certain sleepy haruto lay, peacefully entering dreamland. “he’s so cute” hyunsuk giggled, you cooed in agreeance, he really was the cutest.

you stayed on call for about an hour. you were currently laughing about the tiktok he’d just sent to you, your humour was exactly the same too so it’s wasn’t hard for you to crack the other up. all the commotion woke your boyfriend, whose bed head was clearly visible in the reflection of your opened laptop when he sat up.

“did we wake you?” hyunsuk laughed upon hearing a groan from his friend.

“we?” haruto responded in a sleepy voice. “who’s we?”

“uhh us” you pointed between you and the phone.

“y/n? hyunsuk?” he snapped out of his sleepy state quickly. “why are you two up at this time and on the phone together?” you looked at hyunsuk on the screen and smiled, trying to hold in your laughter. “turn that off and come to bed, i want cuddles, and i want you to get some sleep, unlike him” he flung himself back at the bed, only inches away from hitting his head on the headboard.

“wait for me” hyunsuk joked in a teasing tone.

“no, not you” haruto whined. “just y/n please” he smiled closing his eyes and opening his arms, ready for you to join him.

“i guess this is goodnight then” you said to hyunsuk, which haruto followed up with a goodnight for his friend too before you put the phone down.

“now, cuddles please!”

♟jeongwoo:

for jaehyuk’s birthday this year, he asked for a small gathering, just close friends, which you of course are included in since you and jeongwoo had been together for over 2 years now. when you arrived, you quickly gauged the atmosphere of the party was pretty light and fun, it wasn’t oppressive in the slightest. usually parties you attended were fully kitted out with loud music, dimly lit rooms and a bunch of strangers in every room, instead your friends were in the living room, just chatting and laughing.

“you came!” jaehyuk screeched, running over to hug you. “oh and you bought a plus one, jeongwoo” he joked around with your boyfriend, who just rolled his eyes in response.

it wasn’t long before the boys delved into the games cupboard and pulled out the “who’s most likely to” box. the oldest of the boys shuffled the cards and took the top one which read “who’s the funniest”. whenever you played, this one always seemed to come out first, so you changed your answer every time to please everyone.

you turned around your board with the name “jaehyuk” written on it. your eyes scanned the room to see almost everyone had his name written on their boards, probably because it was his party after all. you quickly diverted your eyes away, however, when you saw that jeongwoo had written your name, which should have made you feel happy but instead, you felt quite guilty for not writing his.

the game went on, and your name wasn’t written on jeongwoo’s board ever again, despite you putting his for almost everything positive. the rest of the evening, jeongwoo didn’t come near you at all, everyone noticed, everyone questioned it, it was so obvious that he was jealous, but there was no way he was admitting to it.

as you got ready to leave, you glanced over at the boy who was supposed to be staying with you tonight, sat firmly in his place on the sofa.

“jeongwoo, aren’t you coming?” you shouted from the door. “jaehyuk is staying here so you don’t have to worry about him” you teased, everyone else smiling at you and giggling silently.

“fine” he grunted. you made up on the way home, he couldn’t even remember how it all started, he just “wanted to make a point” which, sure, he did.

🌍junghwan:

you and junghwan never got to spend much time together before you became friends with the members since he was always with them or at school, which is why he’s never complained or showed any jealousy when you are with them.

today you headed over to their dorms to relax and play when you remembered, today was the day of junghwan’s english exam. you pulled out your phone and dropped him a quick good luck text before continuing your journey.

yoshi brought you up to his room where he said you could chill for a bit since everyone else was still sleeping, other than those who had school of course. yoshi began to ask you lots of questions, you learnt a lot about each other in that hour or so, and the conversation was flowing so well that you didn’t hear the door.

“y/n, you did remember?!” junghwan asked excitedly, clapping his hands while smiling from ear to ear. “you came all the way here to see me after i finished?”

“remember what?” you asked, bewildered. “your exam? yeah i sent you a text, i’m sorry i didn’t realise until i was over half way here else i would have gone to see you first” you confessed, feeling guilty. his face dropped at your honest words.

“you mean you came all the way here just to see yoshi?” he asked. “everyone else was in the kitchen, but you two were in here… alone…?” disappointed in your reasoning and forgetfulness, he slowly backed out of the room. he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. he wanted to feel sad and upset, but did you really do anything wrong, he thought. “you couldn’t have just turned around and gone home”

“well i didn’t want to, i wanted to see my friends. i didn’t realise that most of them didn’t get up until the afternoon” you walked closer to him, praying that he didn’t try and get away. “i’m sorry i forgot about your exam”

he shuffled closer to you. you’d never argued before, and he wasn’t sure how to respond, so he hoped a hug would go down well. as he hugged you, he whispered his own apology into you hair “i’m sorry for jumping to conclusions”

[writer-k-pop]

Study Dates - Vocal

Description: It’s finals week and you drag them to the library for a study date. Warnings: Swearing Genre: Fluff

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Jeonghan

You’re just finishing up the first assignment of the day, all-be-it a small one, when Jeonghan shows up (late). Sweatpants and an oversized shirt hangs from his body and drips with his desire to be back in his bed.

“You are going to pay for this.” Jeonghan mumbles and drops his backpack onto the table, causing a few people nearby to look over at the loud noise. 

You give him the sweetest smile and slowly shut your textbook, “But you’re grades are going to call me a god when the week’s over.” You prepare to dive into it because not even his good looks can distract you from your grades goal.

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Jeonghan unceremoniously drops himself in the chair opposite you. “I highly doubt that.” He says and grudgingly drags his backpack into the empty chair next to him.

You pull out a notebook and opened your laptop to find the practice test your professor graciously gave out. “Take this practice test with me. Come on, you’ll be grateful for it later.”

Jeonghan crosses his arms over his chest and pouts while just starting at me. After a few seconds, he tosses his arms into the air, sits up properly, and then opens his backpack to pull out his school supplies. “Don’t expect me to be super focused like you are.”

You smile in satisfaction that A) you got him out of his bed and B) you got him studying. But he isn’t going to make it easy. He never does. And today is no different.

Halfway through the practice test, he’s drawing doodles in the margins of his notebook and then asks for your opinion on the doodles. 20 minutes later, when you’ve moved onto a different subject, he’s scrolling through his phone. And 15 minutes after that, he’s using his eraser as a hockey puck and his pens as hockey sticks to play a game of hockey that occasionally has the eraser interrupting your studying. Jeonghan giggles when you flick the eraser back at him.

“Come on, let’s just go back to my room.” Jeonghan bargains, resting his chin on the table and looking at you with pouty eyes, “I can lay in bed and you can study at my desk. It’s a win-win!” 

Joshua

“Do we need anything else?” Joshua looks around the table. You’ve set up your laptops, notebooks, pencil cases, and drinks according to your personal studying style, reading for the study session that’s about to commence. 

You shake your head, “Might need sustenance later, but we can deal with that when we get there.”

Joshua nods in agreement before he dives deep into his textbook and you do the same. 

A handful of minutes later, you find yourself mindlessly twirling your pen in your hands and staring at Joshua as he scratches his head and tries to read his professors awful handwriting. He feels your eyes on him and glances at you, catching you red handed.

“Already giving up?” Joshua questions and peers down at your notes.

“Distracted.” You correct with a smirk before lowering your gaze again.

When you both reach the subject you’re in class together for, you decide to quiz each other to find out what you each need to work on. 

“Okay, this one’s tricky.” You peer at the flashcard in your hands before flicking your eyes up at him.

Joshua breathes out in preparation for the “difficult” question and you wait a couple more seconds to show him the flashcard to add to the suspense. 

“Oh, would you just show me the card already.” Joshua whines with a laugh mixed in.

You laugh along and give up on keeping him in suspense. Showing him the card he reads the card, squints and reads the card, then tilts his head to the side and just stares at the flashcard. 

“Do you know it?” You question him.

Joshua puckers his lips and shakes his head, “I have no idea what it is.” 

Woozi/Jihoon

“I’m stealing your highlighter again.” Woozi says, more mumbles, as he reaches across the table for your green highlighter. 

“Uh huh.” You answer without words as you scroll down to another TikTok video. You are taking a break from studying with a well earned 5-minute-turned-into-20-minutes break. 

Woozi rolls the highlighter back over to your side and you decide you should at least try to get some work done on a group project before you completely give up the efforts to study. 

“What’s another word for ‘change’?” You ask Woozi as you proofread another group member’s section of the project.

“Why?” Woozi looks up at you in confusion.

“Because this person used ‘change’ like 600 times and it feels very very redundant.” You explain, “Like I feel like we could make this a drinking game. Something like take a chug every time the word ‘change’ appears.”

“We’d get drunk.” Woozi states the obvious and raises an eyebrow at you.

You point a finger at him with a knowing smile, “Exactly.”

“Oh gosh.” Woozi squeezes his eyes shut and giggles. “You’re already thinking about drinking? Finals week hasn’t even started yet.”

“It feels like it started months ago.” You joke with an eye roll, “I’ve been prepared for the post semester drunkness for AGES.”

Woozi shakes his head and turns the page in his notebook, “Adjust, modify, switch, revise. Uh...” He trails off in thought.

“What?” You ask, wondering why he’s saying random words.

“Synonyms for change.” Woozi reiterates your earlier request. “Oh, differ. And that’s all I got.” 

“Oh, right. Thank you.” You quickly jot down the words in the margin of your notebook. “You still sure we can’t make this a drinking game?”

Dokyeom/Seokmin

The math problem staring up at you without giving you any hints at what the answer could be or how to solve for the answer. It’s like it’s mocking you with its numbers and letters gathered in that one particular spot on the screen. 

“Curse you math.” You grumble and open to a fresh page to restart your attempt at solving the problem. 

“What problem are you on?” Dokyeom asks and leans over the table to peer at your laptop.

“This one.” You turn the screen so he can get a better look. 

“Ooooh, yeahhhhh.” Dokyeom drags out the words as if he’s thinking about how he solved them. Then he pops his lips, “Yeah, I haven’t gotten to that one yet.”

You muffle a chuckle and turn the screen back to face you, “Thanks, Kyeomie.” 

“Did you try starting with the theorem we learned last week?” He offers a suggestion while you busy yourself with the nth attempt of solving it.

“Yeah, I did, but it just led me in a circle over and over again.” You tell him, “Didn’t work.”

“Hmm.” Dokyeom leans his chin in his hand in thought but you pay no attention to him. That is until he clears his throat to force your attention to him.

You flicker your eyes upwards for a second before double taking and a laugh bubbles in your throat. “What-?”

“I’ve got my thinking glasses on.” Dokyeom states seriously with three pairs of glasses sitting on his face. 

“Where’d you get all those anyway?” You ask, laughing at his simple antics.

“One of them is mine, one is Minghao’s that he left in my bag, and the last pair are yours.” He explains and your hands fly to your face. No wonder your eyes were starting to feel tired. You’d been staring at your screen without your blue light glasses on. And now they are on Dokyeom’s face, assisting him in thinking.

Seungkwan

“Pencils?” “Check. Laptop AND chargers?” “Check. Notebooks?” “Check.”

“Fuzzy noise canceling headphones?” Seungkwan lists off the next item and pulls just that out of his bag.

“Fuzzy noi- what?” You look up from your backpack and see the headphones in Seungkwan’s hands. “Why do you need those?”

“It’s finals week, and I need to focus.” He waves the headphones at you, “And since SOMEONE made me come to the library, I need these so I don’t get distracted from the noise.”

You widen your eyes and go back to organizing your study supplies, “Oh-kay.” You definitely didn’t find this weird... at all....

“Judge all you want.” Seungkwan says, a-matter-a-factly, “These babies work wonders.”

You give him a half hearted nod and start your studying. He follows suit and places his earbuds on before settling the fuzzy headphones over his ears. Throughout your study session, friends of yours come up to you two and have small chats. And each time, Seungkwan is forced to take off his fuzzy headphones to be apart of the conversations with his friends.

By the 20th time, Seungkwan is annoyed and you can read the annoyance on his face like it’s a kindergartener’s book. Your friend bids you goodbye before leaving the table side and then Seungkwan lets out a sighed groan.

“How are those headphones working out for you?” You ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

“They’re working fantastic when I have them on. I just wished people would stop coming up to me.” Seungkwan whines, “I mean what part of fuzzy pink noise cancelling headphones says ‘please come talk to me while my head in buried in my notes’?” 

You smirk and joke, “I’m guessing it’s the little eyelids and eyelashes stitched onto them.” You nod towards the sides and his lips twitch in distaste at your joke.

[svtskneecaps]

crew and cast

(gender neutral) reader x jihoon

genre: fluff + some?? angst? listen i tried lmao; words: 2.8k

well howdy @toxicsocial​ tis i, your tct secret santa. so uh, i can’t actually make people cry in a timely manner and i didn’t figure most people would be down to read like 9k of buildup, so!! the angst is minimal!!! but i tried really hard and i hope you like it i love you so much also i forgot to title it again until right now so don’t look at it too hard

You loved your high school’s theatre crew. From freshman year they’d been a staple in your life. It was refreshingly stable to be able to walk into the tech room anytime and reliably know what would be going on. Except, there was one thing about theatre you couldn’t stand: Lee Jihoon. You’d avoided him since freshman year, but unfortunately for you, you’d taken over the position of Run Crew Head and Prop Master, and he was the Student Director. You were forced to sit through every production meeting with him.

Which, fine. You’d do anything for the show to run well. But that didn’t change the fact that he made you want to commit a crime.

Or three.

“Great news guys!” you yelled, sweeping into the tech room. “The crutches still aren’t right and Jihoon wants us to repaint the brickwork on the platforms to be less ‘garish’ and the typewriter is from the 1940s when it should be from the 1890s and I’m going to set something on fire!”

Chan slammed his head against the nearest cabinet. “This is the third time he’s rejected the brickwork, oh my god.”

“Fourth time he’s hated the crutches too, and I’ve told him that the only period accurate typewriter in the basement is literally one wrong keystroke from breaking onstage but I guess he’s willing to take that risk for a typewriter that’s going to be in one scene.” You massaged your forehead. “I’m gonna stay late Wednesday so we can have our shit together by Hell Week.”

“I’ll have to join.” Chan peeled his head off the cabinet, cracking his knuckles. “You think Mingyu’s got time to spare? I might get him to help; there’s way too much platform for me to do in time.”

“Dunno, he’s pretty busy.” Vernon scooped a loose screw out of a sawdust pile and swept the whole thing into the dustpan. “Makeup’s been working hard to get the ‘ragged urchin’ look right.”

“I’ll con Soonyoung into it then, I don’t think they’re rehearsing the dance numbers tomorrow so he might be free.”

“I wish you luck with that, dude.” You scooped the crutch off the floor. “I gotta go beg costumes to let me into the basement storage and see if there’s another goddamn piece of fabric I can use for the crutches.”

“You have fun.”

You ended up getting lucky; Minghao already needed to go down there so you wouldn’t have to fight for cell signal to make sure you were allowed to deface the cloth scraps you’d found.

“You seem stressed,” he noted as he unlocked the basement door.

You snorted. “Stressed is an understatement.”

“Jihoon again?”

“If he tells me to redo the damn crutches again I’m going to nail him to the wall.”

Minghao lead the way down the stairs. “I really thought you had it that time.”

“Nothing is good enough for that guy.”

He shrugged. “He just wants the show to go well.”

“Yeah, well, so do I. He doesn’t have to get up everybody’s ass sticking his opinions where they don’t belong. He’s never been crew, why does he get to make us repaint the entire damn set anyway?”

“He’s the director.”

“Everyone else thought the bricks looked fine!”

Minghao looked at you sideways. “What’s your deal with Jihoon?”

“Like I said, poking his nose where it doesn’t--”

“No, you had beef before he got appointed Student Director.”

You sighed. “I don’t know. He’s always kind of been a pain even when he was ensemble.” You drove your finger into your temple. “And he broke a crucial prop that wasn’t his the night before the show opened and didn’t tell me.”

“You did props?”

“Buddy I was Prop Master. I literally didn’t find out until the Stage Manager tried to run that scene before school.” You glared absently at the shelves of typewriters to one side of the walkway. “I literally had to skip my last three classes and dinner to get a replacement and he never even apologized for it.”

Minghao whistled. “That’s unforgivable.”

“Tell me about it.” You waded through the costume racks to get to the bins of scraps in the back.

“And you’ve never considered forgiving and forgetting? I mean, it’s been two years.”

You sighed, leaning the crutch against a shelf. “I mean. . .”

He snickered. “Come on, it’s just you and me and the ghosts down here, you can say it.”

“I mean. . . he just makes me so mad!” You yanked the lid off a tote with a snap that echoed across the basement. “Like, every time I start thinking maybe he’s not so bad he pulls some other shit on me and I slam right back into hating his goddamn guts.”

“You’re on the same team,” Minghao called down the row. “You’re just trying to make the show better.”

“Making the show better shouldn’t involve painting the entire set three times.”

“I’m just saying, it’d put at least three years back on your lifespan.”

“Yeah yeah.”

You managed to update the crutches by the end of the day, and repainted the entire set on Wednesday--although you had to sacrifice your lunch and free periods and several hours after school to get it all done. Thursday left you with a finished set and another production meeting.

He didn’t like the bricks.

You saw red.

In the hallway, you pulled him aside.

“What don’t you like about the bricks?”

He frowned. “They detract attention from the actors.”

You wanted to seize him by the shoulders and shake him like a maraca. “It’s gray! It is the darkest most nondescript color we have in the buckets and you’re telling me it detracts attention from the actors? You haven’t even seen them rehearse with it!”

“It’s gonna be too much,” he argued. “It’s the same color as half the costumes--”

“I have seen every single costume in the show, it’s not even close to the same pigment!”

“Even still--”

“Listen,” you snapped, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, “if you want the set redone in time for Hell Week then I expect to see you in the goddamn tech room tomorrow after school wearing something you don’t mind getting paint on because I’m not going to make Chan and Vernon repaint the entire damn set by themselves for the fifth time and I have to figure out how to keep that 1890s typewriter from falling apart, do I make myself clear?”

He looked almost disgusted at the prospect, but he nodded stiffly. “Crystal.”

You turned on your heel just as stiffly, striding away before you lost all composure.

To your complete surprise, Jihoon actually showed up the next day, wearing a pair of faded jeans and a shirt so faded that whatever decal had been on the front had long washed away.

“So he arrives!” Chan yelled from his perch on the desk, where he’d been watching you wrestle with the typewriter.

Jihoon looked distinctly uncomfortable, but he squared his shoulders. “Where do you need me?”

“We gotta move all the set pieces in before we start,” Chan said. “Then I’ll probably have you start on the legs. We gotta wait for Vernon before we can move the tall stuff. One sec, I’ll--” he bolted into the hallway.

Jihoon stared after him, then looked to you. “Where is he going?”

“To tell Vernon we’re actually doing the repaint.” You shrugged. “Honestly I’m surprised you showed up.”

“I said I would.”

“Actually you just said you understood the ultimatum; we had no idea if you’d show or not.”

“Oh.”

You shrugged. “Good to have you anyway.”

Chan returned with Vernon before the silence could get too awkward, and you helped them move all the platforms back into the tech room. From there, Vernon set up his speaker and the real work began.

Jihoon helped choose the color of the bricks (and Chan threatened to really break his leg if he changed his mind about it later), and they got to laying down the base coat. You went back to glaring at the typewriter and reading through every antiques article you could find online.

After trying seven different methods to no avail, you shoved your chair away from the desk. “Typewriters are hellspawn created by the Devil himself to punish unfortunate Prop Masters.”

Vernon snickered. “That good, huh?”

“I’m going to put a screwdriver through the keyboard,” you said mildly.

“Okay maybe don’t do that.” Chan paused to pull a clean paintbrush out of his pocket and throw it at you. “You know where the overalls are; come take a break.”

“Why do you just have that?” Jihoon asked.

“A painter is always prepared.”

Jihoon glanced at you. You shrugged. “I don’t question it.”

Between the four of you, you managed to finish all but one platform by the time Chan and Vernon had to go. Being older, you had infinite time, so you cracked your knuckles and sat back at the typewriter. Jihoon lingered in the doorway.

“You need any help?”

You looked up. “Nah, I think I got it. Thank you, though.”

He shifted. “Listen, I know we didn’t really get off on the right foot but, I’m sorry. I know I never really apologized for the prop, and I’m sorry for how long it took, too.”

You sighed. “It’s fine. It’s kind of unfair of me to hold it against you this long anyway, so, I’m sorry too.” It wasn’t the only reason he made you so angry, but that chip on your shoulder made a lot of other offenses you would have normally overlooked seem larger.

“Can we maybe start over?” he asked. “Freshman year all over again?”

You actually found yourself nodding. “As long as you don’t make us repaint the set ever again.”

He laughed, running a paint-stained hand through his hair. “No, I won’t. I can’t do that to your crew again.”

“Good. Cause we weren’t kidding about breaking your legs.”

“I will keep that in mind.” He hiked up his backpack. “I’ll see you on Monday, then?”

“Happy Hell Week.”

Hell Week was hell (and the sky is blue).

Three of the actors lost their voices four days before Opening Night. One of the glasses for the restaurant scene shattered during the dance number--even though it was supposed to be offstage already--and the third lead got very close to twisting her ankle after landing a jump wrong. The actors could never manage to find their light, there were technical glitches with the backstage mics, and you were so on edge that if you heard the word standby you’d jump so bad you’d bruise your knee on the table.

The typewriter gave you more anxiety than it was worth. The actress using it had strict instructions not to actually touch the keys, because the only thing holding it together was gaff tape. You’d put Jun and Wonwoo in charge of bringing the desk it sat on onstage, because you trusted them to have it under control and keep it from tipping, because if it tipped at an angle any more than about 30 degrees, the keys would get out of alignment and that required time and experience to fix, of which you had neither.

Needless to say, you were two steps away from tearing your hair out.

At least you weren’t fighting with Jihoon, though. You’d even gone out to grab takeout with him for dinner, once, and yelling about all the problems in the car was really cathartic and you came back refreshed and relaxed, for once (only for every muscle in your back to clench at once because an actor bumped the prop table in their hurry to get in costume and one of the glasses fell over).

But it was Opening Night, and you were wound tighter than a spring waiting for everything to go wrong.

And it did.

Jihoon was in the hallway behind the stage, giving Joshua a few final notes about his big solo, and he didn’t check his surroundings closely enough. In his wild gesturing to demonstrate the level of enthusiasm, his arm clipped the typewriter.

And it fell.

He stared at it. Joshua stared at it. You could not tear your eyes from it.

The keys had tilted out of alignment. The bar holding the paper was skewed. The decorative paneling to one side had cracked down the middle. You didn’t have time to fix it before it went on. Maybe you couldn’t fix it at all.

“I am so sorry--” Jihoon started, but you stopped him with a hand, balling the other into a fist.

“Don’t,” you forced through your teeth, because you didn’t want to start yelling at him; it was an honest mistake and it was your fault for not resettling it on the desk after the last run. You were just seething with rage, at yourself, at the typewriter--you didn’t want to project it.

“Ten minutes to go!” someone yelled down the hall. You forced yourself to exhale, gingerly picking it up, flinching with every shift of the keys.

“Is there anything I can--”

“Get to the booth. Tell Seungcheol what happened, just-- be in your place. Jun!” you yelled into the tech room. His head jerked up. “I need you to take over headset for me, can you do that?”

His mouth fell open seeing the typewriter and he nodded, wordlessly, leaping to his feet and hurrying backstage.

Jihoon still stood there, looking between the typewriter and you with an anguished expression. “You’re sure you don’t--”

“I got it,” you said again, clipped. “I can handle it. I can-- just get to the booth, Jihoon!”

You hadn’t yelled. You knew enough not to yell when the audience was already in their seats. But your words had the same effect, because he flinched, and he nodded, and he turned the other way and ran.

Your rage was turning inward as fast as it was dulling, but you had a show to put on, so you placed the broken typewriter carefully on a counter in the tech room and sprinted for the basement.

You managed to get the 1970s typewriter back upstairs and on the desk before it went on, and the show went on without a hitch. The actors hit their marks, all the props found their way back to the prop table, and the pit orchestra didn’t have to loop a section for a missed cue even once.

You waited until everyone was gone before you let yourself cry.

“I really am sorry.”

You looked up.

Jihoon stood in the doorway, twisting his hands.

“It’s fine,” you said. “It’s partially my fault for not making sure it was centered right.” You rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands, hoping to disguise the redness. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Do you want help?”

“I don’t know if it can even be fixed,” you said, staring blankly at the remains of the typewriter in front of you. “It might-- it might be beyond my help.”

For a long moment, you stared at it, mind spiralling.

You pushed yourself up. “They’ll want to lock up.” You slung your backpack over your shoulders. “I’ll just come in before the show and work on it. Maybe get Jun to grab me some McDonald’s or something and eat during the intermission.”

Jihoon’s brow furrowed. “That’s not healthy.”

“I’ve done it before.” You waved him off. “The show must go on, you know?” You slung your backpack over your shoulders. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The day came by in flashes as you researched the typewriter with a renewed vigor. You could probably use hot glue and some kind of putty to hide the crack in the paneling, you could probably put the keys back or at the very least tape them to look like they were back, from a distance. The bar at the top would be much harder but you hadn’t really inspected it the night before so maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it was?

You didn’t feel particularly hopeful when you stopped by the tech room to pick up the typewriter.

Until you saw the typewriter.

“What the fuck.” It was fixed. The keys aligned, the crack sealed, the bar sitting on top just as it was supposed to be. It looked exactly like it had when you’d first set it on that desk.

Jihoon came around the corner, dried putty staining his hands. “Hey,” he said, seeming tired but absolutely beaming at you.

“Did you do this?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I didn’t want you putting your health on the line.”

“Oh my god, thank you. I can’t-- this is incredible!” You kept tracing your fingers over the ridge formed by the sealed crack, but you couldn’t see it.

“I did a good job, then?” He put his hands in his pockets, grinning.

“Better than good, oh my god I could kiss you!”

Your cheeks burned when you realized what you’d said, but he laughed. “Whoa, buy me dinner first.”

“Bet,” you said, accepting it like a challenge. “You pick the place, I’ll pay.”

“Okay,” he said, and then lifted his hands. “I gotta wash up.”

“Meet you by the front door in five?”

“It’s a date.”

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; daddy kink, minor dumbification, name calling(like once) but also soft wonwoo!! 🥺💕 we love soft woo in this house!! thank you for your continued patience y’all! I love u 💕 take care of yourselves, drink water 💕💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x - x - x - x - x - x

For the next couple of days, you continue to text Wonwoo; somewhat shocked that he was quite responsive to your messages. Something about him struck you as the ‘left on read’ type initially, then you realized you didn’t really know much about Wonwoo in actuality.

On the flipside, you avoid the library all-together, getting your work done at home where you can actually focus and get the shit done. Also because you start to worry that people like Mingyu, who reads you like an open book, will start to take notice of your sudden frequent visits to the library that you normally only went to once in a while.

Wonwoo texts you a few times asking if you’re okay and you wonder for a second if maybe the fox-eyed fratboy actually cared about your wellbeing and you reply back each time, letting him know that you’re fine and just preferred to get work done at home for the time being.

He doesn’t ask any further.

Except this time when he texts you on a Saturday afternoon after his shift at the library, you can’t help but be curious what his intentions are. He asks you to meet him at a cafe, citing a time and location without any further instructions or details. You know for sure he doesn’t have any classes since it’s a saturday so he must be free all day. And you contemplate telling him you’re busy, but you figure it can’t hurt to see what he wants.

When you show up to the cafe on Saturday, you’re running late by a few minutes, power walking into the shop as quickly as you can while your eyes search for Wonwoo. He probably came here right after his shift, you think, fuck, I hope he wasn’t waiting long.

“Hey! Over here!”

Turning, you see him at a corner table, two drinks already present while he puts the book he was reading away. “I was kind of wondering if you weren’t going to show up.” He smiles at you kindly as you sit down and for a moment you wonder if you’re really meeting the same Wonwoo.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, I woke up late so…”

“S’okay. Happens all the time and anyway it’s Saturday so most people sleep in. Anyway, I ordered you a caramel macchiato, I didn’t really know what you wanted to be honest.” His voice turns shy, mumbling towards the end as you choke on your own spit. This could not be Wonwoo.

The Wonwoo you knew was cocky and domineering; full of mesmerizing charm and unending smirks when he fucked you. This Wonwoo in front of you matched his usual outward image; shy and reserved, avoidant eyes when you try to make eye contact.

“Oh, uh, this is fine! Thank you. I kinda realized we don’t really know much about each other, huh?” You end with an awkward laugh, picking up your cup to take a sip.

“Yeah, to be honest, that’s why I invited you out today. I thought maybe we can… get to know each other.”

“Hu--Huh? Oh, um, yeah that… would be good.”

You can’t help but blush when Wonwoo opens the door for you when you exit the cafe.

Over the approximate hour and a half there, Wonwoo tells you about himself while you tell him about yourself, learning little bits and pieces of each others’ lives. And what you learn about Wonwoo couldn’t be farther from the one you’d gotten to know between the bookshelves.

He tells you about his archeology major; eyes lighting up when he tells you about the research one of his professors had been doing. And then when he tells you about his volunteer work at the rescue center that he usually does on Saturdays, you feel your heart doing backflips in your chest. There was no way you were going to fall for a guy from SVT House. You hated that you automatically categorized him with the rest of his fraternity but there was a reason why they were notorious in the first place.

“Hey, you okay?” Wonwoo’s worried eyes meet your confused ones. “H-huh?” He leads you onto the sidewalk, hand on the small of your back as he walks with you down the street. “I was asking you if you wanted me to walk you home or if you wanted to come to the rescue center with me. We won’t be there for long but it’s… something to do, I guess. I usually go after my shift at the library and I’m usually alone but we were at the cafe for a while so...”

You try to swallow down any weird romantic feelings that threaten to bubble up, nodding your head as you send him a small smile. “Yeah, I’d love that actually. I mean, to come to the rescue center with you.”

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon together playing with the kittens that Wonwoo had seemingly fallen in love with; watching as they followed him around while he cleaned up. You help him tidy up, only sitting down once all the chores were taken care of.

A small calico comes to sit in Wonwoo’s lap when the two of you finally get ready to leave for the day.

“She seems to like you a lot, Wonwoo. She’s been following you all day!” He laughs at your compliment, petting the cat in his lap. “Guess I just have that kinda charm, huh?” You roll your eyes, reaching into his lap to pet the, now, purring cat. “She just wants a daddy to take her home and care for her.” In a flash, you realize the fault in your wording, cheeks heating up immediately when you realize your mistake and Wonwoo’s sudden silence.

“She wants a daddy, is that what you said?” “Um, y-yeah, you know, wants… to be taken to a loving home.” “Mm. I see.”

Neither of you say any more, letting the cat get the last bit of your attention until it’s time to leave.

Wonwoo walks you back to your place after; the silence almost deafening until he stops in front of your building.

“I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll, um, see you around Wonwoo. I had a nice, um, time.”

“Yeah, me too. Goodnight.”

 Mingyu invites you to a study party of sorts one weekday after his morning class wraps up, promising you there’d be food if you showed up. You agree on the count of free food, but you remember halfway to the SVT House that, yes, Wonwoo lives there too.

Checking the time, you realize it’s just a bit after his shift at the library but he has afternoon classes so you breathe a sigh of relief, continuing your walk towards the frat house. Vernon meets you at the door, ushering you inside to the living room where the others were already getting started.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nerd.”

Mingyu slams his book shut, getting up from his place on the floor to pull you into a hug. Your eyes immediately scan around the room, eyes fixated on a certain silver haired male oddly present.

“Uhh…” You freeze up in Mingyu’s hold, tentatively wrapping your arms around his midsection for a half hearted hug. “Yeah, hi…”

“Did you just ignore the fact I just called you a nerd? Are you finally accepting your true calling?” Mingyu jokingly checks your temperature, laughing as he drags you to a spot in between himself and Minghao on the floor.

“Okay, anyways weirdo, I know you haven’t formally met everyone so say hi.” You crack a tight lipped smile, introducing yourself to the others present in the room. You realize that it’s true you’d never been formally introduced to anyone in SVT House, but it made sense considering you’d either decline their party invites and the only other few times you’d seen them were in passing. You do recognize Vernon from your Film Analysis class and Jun from the Modern Architecture class you’d taken last semester. The new faces around the room were Jihoon who is a Music Technology major and Seungcheol who is a Music Business major. Wonwoo introduces himself quietly; a twinkle in his eye when he smiles at you from across the room.

After formalities are done, everyone quickly delves into actually studying and talking about their coursework; Minghao invading your personal space to ask you for your opinion on some of the pieces he’d been working on for his Abstract Art class. You give him your undivided attention, Mingyu leaning in to also give his opinion. 

Seungcheol orders food at some point, notes forgotten for a little bit while everyone eats before diligently getting back to their studies. 

You take in account how Wonwoo opens up to his frat brothers, laughing and playing along with their jokes the entire time.

After a while, everyone slowly disperses; some returning to their rooms and some leaving for their night classes. Wonwoo stays behind. Still reading through one of his textbooks when Minghao, the only person other than you and Wonwoo, decides to finally head back to his room.

“You… wanna stay here with Wonwoo or...?” Minghao turns to you one last time, waiting for your reply.

“Oh um, I’m just gonna finish reading this chapter and then get going?” You turn to Wonwoo who meets your eyes. “Yeah, I’ll see her to the door when she’s done. You can head back to your room, ‘Hao. I got it.”

Minghao nods, already heading towards the stairs to leave you and Wonwoo alone in the living room.

You give it a second, making sure everyone is truly out of the living room before you clear your throat.

“I thought you had afternoon classes, I was surprised you were here.” His eyes never leave his book, fingertips at the corner to flip the page.

“It was cancelled today. Thought I’d supervise their study session or else they’d just goof off. It was nice to see you today though, princess.”

Blushing, you slam your book shut on accident, placing it on the floor next to you. “Y-yeah, it was nice being here today. I’m shocked they really hit the books too. I’m so used to Mingyu missing class from his hangovers, to be honest. Who knew he could really focus when he needed to, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, already starting to tidy up.

“Um, I guess I should head out then? I don’t want to be out too late so…”

“Yeah, um, did you want me to walk you back?”

“No! Uh, I mean no it’s okay! The sun’s still out anyway and I need to run by the store so I’ll just walk back myself. Thank you though.”

Wonwoo walks you to the door, a firm hand on your waist as he escorts you. In actuality, you hadn’t seen him since the prior Saturday when he’d taken you on the little outing, which you didn’t consider a date, and even this time he hadn’t even tried to lay a finger on you. And in theory, you should have been glad at the distance but part of you genuinely missed his physical touch.

“Well, I guess… I’ll see you?” Ah, familiar words.

“Yeah, who knows, maybe I’ll actually swing by for a party if Mingyu invites me next time?” He smiles lopsidedly at you, squeezing your waist before letting go.

“Get back safely.”

“W-Wonwoo, hah, pl--please more…”

“Mm? Who’s Wonwoo? Shouldn’t you be addressing me properly? And what do you want more of, sweetheart? Use your words.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit, grinding into your own palm. Wonwoo watches you through the phone that’s set up haphazardly on the bed in front of you, his own hand in his sweats as he strokes his cock. “Ah, c-can I add another f--finger? P-please… daddy…”

He chuckles darkly, a soft groan on his lips after as he watches your fingers disappear into your pussy.

“Think you deserve it, baby?”

“I---I, ah, I dunno, daddy…” You let go of the vibrator, letting it fall to the bed next to you. “H-Haven’t I b-been good for you, d-daddy?”

“You have, sweetheart. My cute babygirl was so good for me. You can add another finger.”

He watches you ease in a third finger, moans spilling from your lips at the stretch. You give yourself a second to adjust to it, hips wiggling once the initial sting subsides.

“Look at you. So desperate to get your cute ‘lil pussy filled. Y’kno, you were so cute earlier. Sitting in between Minghao and Mingyu and studying like a good girl. Maybe we should try cockwarming next time, hmm? I could read you some poems while you sit on my cock.”

You moan at his words, clenching around your fingers as you thrust them in and out. “A-ah, that--that sounds n-nice...”

“Yeah? You wanna sit on daddy’s cock while I read you poems?”

“Mmhmm… Yes, daddy… w-want your cock..”

“Aww, my babygirl only knows how to take daddy’s cock, huh? Why don’t you get your vibrator for me again.” You reach for the discarded item, fingers still knuckle deep inside of your pussy as you moan out.

“W-what next, daddy?”

“What do you think, sweetheart? You get your pussy full and now you can’t even use your head? Hmm? Can’t even think straight?”

“M’sorry…”

“I want you to turn it up to the max setting and put it against your clit. Make yourself cum for me. Let me see you.”

You whimper when the harsh vibrations meet your clit, toes curling against the bedsheets. “I see your legs trying to shut, princess. Don’t make daddy angry.” Nodding, you try to keep your legs open towards your phone for Wonwoo to see, trying to watch him on the screen through bleary eyes.

“Is d-daddy gonna cum s-soon too?”

“Mmhmm, let me see you cum first, baby.”

You pump your fingers faster, using your other hand to keep the vibrator tightly pressed against your clit.

“M-my hands are gettin’ tired, daddy…”

“I don’t care. Weren’t you the one who called me? Telling me your panties were wet and you needed to get off? Begging me on the phone to help you cum?” You whine, the urge to cum rising. “Daddy, p-please keep talking to me… I’m close...”

“You like it when daddy talks to you? You’ve barely even watched me this entire time while I’ve had my hand around my cock. You’re so lost in your own pleasure, aren’t you? Fuck, I wish I was there fucking you.” Wonwoo moans, hips canting up into his own fist as he watches you. He’s close to cumming too, wanting to cum with you.

“Fuck, baby, cum for me. Cum with me.”

You cry out, body arching against the sheets when you cum. You can vaguely hear Wonwoo’s moans in the background as well, too focused on your own pleasure to fully pay attention.

The vibrator falls out of your tired hand just as you feel the air back in your lungs, slowly slipping your wet fingers from inside of you.

“Mmm, is my baby tired now?” You look at your phone through foggy eyes, shaky legs still spread wide for Wonwoo to see your glistening folds.

“Mmhmm..” You decide to give him one last show, bringing your wet fingertips to your mouth as you lick them clean.

“Fuck, you’re a filthy ‘lil slut.”

You giggle, popping the digits from your mouth. 

“Yeah, but I’m your filthy ‘lil slut.” 

[sandwichrin]

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 11)

Chapter 11 - One step

Word count: 4.4k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Chapter 11! Wow! Look at how far we’ve come! There’s still more to come in this story though :3 Thank you for waiting you all, enjoy this one <3

“For real? YG Entertainment??” you questioned your team leader again.

“Yes…y/n, you’re acting strange…”

“I-I just…I’m just surprised our company has a client this big,” you said, your voice slightly breathy.

Soomin wrapped her arm around your shoulder, and chuckled, “Yeah! We secured them last year! This is our second time holding and providing lessons for their staff too,”

You smiled at her, an unsure smile. But of course, she has no idea what was running through your mind.

“Oh, but last year we conducted the lessons at their old building. This one here is our first,” she continued.

“Ahh, I see,”

“Is that why you’re acting strange, y/n?” she looked at you, a teasing smile formed on her lips.

“W-what? What are you talking about?”

“You must be nervous seeing such a big building, huh?”

“Oh, that. Yes! You’re right, this building is kind of intimidating,” you nodded at her assumption of why you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry! We’ll be okay!” She said cheerfully. “Besides, one of my close friends work here, so we have nothing to worry about!”

“Aha yeah sure,” you smiled and nodded.

                                                                   *

 (YG Ent. – 5th floor)

 “Lim Soomin! As usual, a little earlier than our appointment!” a man said when he saw Soomin enter the department’s floor with you closely behind her.

Soomin smiled her pretty smile at him and extended her hand for them to exchange handshakes.

The man, also, as handsome and attractive as Soomin, in your opinion, smiled back at her. He peeked at you who was behind Soomin, and nodded as well at you.

You nodded and smiled timidly back at him.

“Ah, you’ve brought a little friend too,” he said to Soomin.

Soomin turned around and gestured at you, “Yeah! This is my friend, and also my new team member. Y/n, this is Bomin, the friend I told you about,”

“Ahh, nice to meet you,” you said.

“You wanna grab a drink at the cafeteria downstairs? Since you’re early and all,”

Soomin gave him a look, “Bomin…” she said with a cautious tone.

Bomin raised his hands, “Hey, just a drink. I swear, and then I’ll pass you your team’s ID card,”

Soomin turned to you again, “You okay with this, y/n?”

“I’m fine with anything, really,”

“Hmm…Okay Bomin. One drink, and then y/n and I will leave with our ID access cards, okay?”

Bomin grinned at her and nodded happily. “Sure, Soomin,”

                                                                *

 The cafeteria was filled with both Bomin’s and Soomin’s loud laugh.

It had been over 40 minutes, and their one drink had turned into 3 rounds of hot coffee by now.

You moved uncomfortably in your seat, holding onto your bladder that was struggling to stay in at this point.

You watched as Soomin and Bomin teased one another, talking about their school days. You smiled and laughed along with the stories they shared, not that you understand most of them since you don’t know them that well, but hey, at least you tried, right?

You stared at your third cup of coffee on the table in front of you. If only Bomin would stop ordering another round of coffee every time he finishes one, you wouldn’t have the struggle of finishing all the three cups that was served.

You let out a soft sigh as you lift the cup to your lips, praying that your bladder would be able to handle at least one more cup of this drink.

“Gosh, Bomin! You’re still as funny as ever!” Soomin said in between her laughs.

Bomin chuckled at this and raised his cup to his lips, “But of course. And you’re still as charming and beautiful as ever, Soomin-ya,”

You almost choked at your drink. Okay! Now is your cue to leave!

Listening to them goof around together was okay, but seeing them flirting with one another was already another thing. You felt like you were third-wheeling a couple’s date.

You placed your cup onto the table and stood up quickly, making both of them turn their attention to you.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Everything okay?” Soomin asked, concerned about you.

“I’m fine,” you said as you waved your hand at her. “I just…really…have to use the restroom,”

Soomin giggled at this, “Omg! Why didn’t you say so?? Sure, sure, you can go,”

You smiled at both of them and hurriedly waddled away.

Soomin watched as you leave the room. She smiled to herself, “She’s actually very cute, don’t you think so?”

“I guess. I mean, you’re obviously cuter,”

Soomin laughed at this and playfully hit Bomin on his shoulder. “Stop that! I told you, we can’t do this here,”

Bomin smiled and nodded at her.

Soomin was about to take a sip off her drink when she realised something.

“Wait! Does y/n even know where the restroom is??”

                                                                 *

 You walked down the wide, open hallway of the floor, glimpsing at every room’s sign and the signages available, hoping to find one signage that says ‘restroom’.

“They usually put the restrooms at the end of the floor right…” you muttered to yourself.

You hurriedly waddled past all the doors of the floor, just wanting to get to the restroom as fast as you could.

And lucky enough for you, you saw the restroom signage right at the end of the hallway.

And boy did you run.

You literally dashed towards the restroom, with the loud click clack of your high heels echoing in the hallway.

Once you’ve finally entered the restroom, you slipped into a cubicle, locked it and sat down to get your business done and over with.

                                                                   *

 Jihoon and Junkyu entered the main door of the building, scanning their access ID before being able to really enter the inside part of the building.

“Yooo they’re playing this music video after so long!” Junkyu exclaimed when he saw the large LCD screen opposite their escalators showing their ‘I Love You’ music video.

Jihoon too, noticed this and snickered. “Hah! Look at Doyoung! I almost forgot his hair was red for some time!” he said as he pointed at the screen.

A staff walked past them and they bowed and greeted the staff before deciding to go up the escalator.

“Come on, let’s head up,” Jihoon said to his friend.

As they were standing on the escalator, they suddenly heard a sort of loud noise approaching them as they got closer to the floor above them.

Junkyu furrowed his eyebrows and turned to his bestfriend. “Did you hear that? What the heck is that??”

Jihoon shrugged at this, his face confused as well.

CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK-------

As soon as they reached the floor above, they looked around.

“Huh, it stopped,” Jihoon said.

“Yeah. I almost thought there was a dinosaur roaming our hallways,” Junkyu shuddered to himself.

Jihoon shook his head and laughed, “Okay but your imagination is just too wild, Junkyu-aa”

“Hey, you never know.”

                                                                   *

 You stretched your arms happily after finally being able to release your bladder a moment earlier.

You washed your hands at the sink of the restroom and made sure to check your appearance, just in case you smudged your makeup or if you forgot to tuck in your blouse into your skirt.

You leisurely walked out of the restroom, since you were sure that Soomin and Bomin were probably still busy catching up with each other right now.

You decided to just take your time and let them spend more time together.

As you were walking towards the cafeteria, you decided to take a long round walk inside it, and maybe only go back to Soomin’s table a bit later.

You observed the walls of the room, taking in the beautiful design of the place itself.

It’s only a cafeteria, and yet it looks so grand. It looks so classy and comfortable.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about your friends that are artists of the company. You felt glad that behind all of their hard work and practice, they were given a comfortable place to eat and rest.

As you were strolling in the cafeteria, you noticed that there was a path leading to an outdoor section as well.

You peeked at the section, noticing that there was no one there.

You took a step towards the outdoor section. Opening the door, you were greeted by a gentle breeze.

“Oh my god, it’s pretty here,” you said to yourself as you take in the scenery of the outdoor eating section. It looked like a private balcony, or a patio in your opinion. It looked cosy and homey.

You stood near the rails of the balcony (let’s just call it a wide-open cosy balcony).

You closed your eyes and let yourself feel the breeze that was floating in the air. It felt so nice. You inhaled and exhaled a few times.

To be honest, this might be the first time ever that you’ve ever felt this relaxed. You felt like you were in a safe space where no one or anything could ever bother or hurt you.

You opened your eyes again to be greeted by the warm sun rays. You smiled to yourself again.

If you were to be working here for the whole month with your team, this balcony itself would be the perfect getaway spot for you to relax.

                                                               *

 “Anyone else need anything else?” Jihoon checked with his group members before wanting to leave the practice room.

“Hyung! Can I come with?” Jeongwoo asked from one end of the room.

“No, Jeongwoo, I need you to stay and work on that leg movement of yours before we start dancing to the full formation,” Hyunsuk replied to him.

Jeongwoo pouted at this but he nodded and followed what Hyunsuk said.

Since no one added anything for him to get, he decided to just head out of the practice room.

                                                                *

 Jihoon entered the cafeteria, hurrying as well, since he didn’t want to take too much time from their practice, especially since they’ve only just wanted to start. He decided to just take orders for the drinks and bring them back to the practice room since most of them just got here as well.

“Hi, can I get two iced coffees, one chocolate milk and three iced tropical juice?” Jihoon ordered as soon as he arrived at the open counter that the cafeteria staff was standing at.

The staff nodded and made his way to make the drinks for Jihoon.

“I’ll come back to get it, yeah?” Jihoon added, since he decided to roam around while waiting.

“Sure,” the staff answered.

Jihoon pushed his hair to the back with his hand and made his way to his favourite spot of the cafeteria.

Jihoon heard loud laughter coming from the right part of the cafeteria and he tilted his head slightly to check out who it was.

There were two people of whom he wasn’t familiar with. Maybe it was one of the upper staffs, he thought to himself.

He shrugged and headed towards the outdoor balcony.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw a figure of another person there.

Jihoon stared at the figure curiously, especially since he knew that the trainees weren’t supposed to be having their break now. And his sunbaes’ were surely a whole lot taller than this figure right here.

Now, Jihoon couldn’t tell it was you because you had your back facing him, and given that your work attire was something he was still unfamiliar with, he couldn’t even tell it was you from the back of your head.

Jihoon was backing away from the balcony, wanting to quietly leave the place and not bother this stranger who seemed so immersed with the surroundings outside.

Jihoon stepped backwards, and accidentally backed himself against the door as he forgotten that he had closed it after he stepped outside earlier.

“Ow,” Jihoon said as quietly as he could.

The sound of him backing into the door made you turn around.

And you saw him, bowing slightly, his hand rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh?” You said.

Jihoon heard your voice, which made his head lift up to see you staring at him.

“Jihoon?” You asked, since he wasn’t saying anything.

You were sure it was Jihoon, since he was literally staring back at you, his face in shock.

And as if on cue, the wind started blowing a little stronger, making your hair slightly float along with it.

Jihoon couldn’t believe his eyes. He felt like he was in a Kdrama, with you staring at him questioningly and standing right in front of him; not to mention the sudden gush of soft wind.

You took a step forward towards him, now concerned since he still hasn’t said anything ever since you both made eye contact.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked again.

Jihoon shook his head slightly, blinking his eyes a few times.

He noticed that you were slowly taking steps towards him so he hurriedly turned around, opened the door and rushed inside the building again.

He ran towards the cafeteria staff, picked up his tray of drinks and ran off towards his practice room.

You, on the other hand, felt puzzled. Why did he look so terrified?? It was Jihoon, right? You were pretty sure it was the right Jihoon that you saw.

                                                                *

 Jihoon ran into the practice room, panting loudly and with the drinks tray in his hands shaking.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hyung? What’s wrong??” Haruto asked when he noticed Jihoon’s panicked appearance.

Jihoon panted, “N-nothing. I just, I ran here so that I could get the drinks here as fast as I could,” he smiled a little, trying to lie his way out.

Haruto blinked a few times and shrugged. “Okay.”

“Okay, everyone! For those who ordered a drink, your drinks are here!” Jihoon called out, gaining the attention of the rest of them.

“Yayyyy hyung got me my chocolate milk!” Junghwan cheered as he ran towards Jihoon to grab his drink.

Mashiho and Hyunsuk both grabbed their coffees from Jihoon whereas Jeongwoo, Junkyu and Yoshi grabbed their juices from him.

The rest moved to their own spots in the practice room, relaxing and drinking their drinks before they began their full dance practice.

Hyunsuk stayed beside Jihoon though.

“Jeongwoo’s so good at the leg step by the way. I corrected him once just now and instantly he managed to do it 10 times better than what I showed him,” Hyunsuk said as he took a sip from his drink

“Waahh, that kid’s a genius I tell you! He’s growing up so fast too,” Jihoon said, sounding a little sullen now that he realised his kids were all grown up compared to when he first met them.

Hyunsuk chuckled at this, “Look at us, talking like real old parents,”

Jihoon smiled and nodded at him. His eyes roamed the room, looking at his members sitting on the floor and talking to one another.

Now, even though his eyes were looking around the room, he couldn’t get the image of your face from his head. He kept remembering the look you gave him when the soft breeze came blowing at the balcony earlier.

“….and better!” Hyunsuk exclaimed.

Jihoon turned his attention to his hyung beside him.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, since he didn’t exacly catch what Hyunsuk said before.

“I said, the coffee here just keeps getting better and better! It’s so good! You wanna try some?” Hyunsuk asked as he offered the drink in his hand.

Jihoon shook his head politely at his hyung. “No thanks, hyung. I’d want some of the juice the kids are having though,”

Jihoon saw Junkyu sitting on the floor not too far from him and Hyunsuk, sipping on his drink with one hand and his other hand holding onto his phone as he stares at it. He’s probably watching a video.

“Hey, Kim Junkyu,” Jihoon called out to him.

Junkyu looked up from his phone. “What?”

“Come here,”

“Why?”

“Just come here,” Jihoon gestured with his hand.

Junkyu stood up from where he was sitting, keeping his phone into his pants pocket as he walked towards both his leaders.

The moment he arrived near them, Jihoon pointed at the cup of juice in his hands. Junkyu’s eyebrows raised and handed it to Jihoon, immediately understanding that his bestfriend would like a sip.

Jihoon smiled and thanked him before taking the cup from his hands.

“Look at you both, you don’t even need to say anything and yet you get each other so well,” Hyunsuk said, his face beaming with proudness for his two kids beside him.

“Hyung, I think it’s quite obvious that Jihoon only calls me here to taste my drink. We don’t need to predict him wanting me here for anything else,” Junkyu snickered.

Jihoon rolled his eyes slightly at this. He handed Junkyu’s drink back at him.

“Whatever, Kyu. You’re just too shy to admit that we’re soulmates,” he said teasingly.

Hyunsuk giggled at this when he saw it was Junkyu’s turn to roll his eyes at Jihoon.

“See? Soulmates! It must be nice to have one,” Hyunsuk said.

“Yeah, sure, hyung. Like you and our Doyoungie aren’t soulmates,” Jihoon said sarcastically.

Hyunsuk stopped to think for a while. “Huh…you could say so. We understand each other quite well,”

“See? There you go. I think we’re all quite compatible for each other at this point,” Jihoon pointed out.

Hyunsuk nodded at this.

Junkyu was about to leave with his drink when suddenly Jihoon’s loud sigh stopped him.

“What’s wrong? You seem like you’re distracted about something,” Hyunsuk asked Jihoon who looked restless beside him.

Jihoon shrugged. “I don’t know…I mean, if I told you guys, you wouldn’t believe me anyways,”

Hyunsuk shook his head and ruffled Jihoon’s hair, “Heyyy, don’t say that! You know we’re always here to listen to you,”

“Hmm,” he lets out another sigh.

Junkyu started stepping away from his hyungs when suddenly,

“I was at that outdoor balcony in the cafeteria, hyung. I saw this girl there. She looked exactly like y/n!”

Junkyu, who was a few steps away by then, stopped when he heard your name being mentioned by his hyung.

He stayed in his spot, his cold drink still in his hand. To be honest, he looked like a statue at this point with the way he’s standing still.

“Pfft! As if!” Hyunsuk started laughing when he heard Jihoon’s sentence coming out of his mouth.

“See?? I told you, you wouldn’t believe me!”

“No, I mean—it’s impossible! You need access to enter this building. And, y/n is at work right now, isn’t she?? Why would y/n need any reason to be here??”

Jihoon lets out another sigh. “Right?? See that’s why I couldn’t believe it either. And did you know?? When I saw her, she was glowing radiantly too!” Jihoon exaggerated.

Sure, he saw you being all glowy and pretty earlier but the way he explained it left a different impression on Hyunsuk.

Hyunsuk furrowed his eyebrows. “Glowing?? You mean…she’s all shining??”

Jihoon shook his head, “She looked too pretty to be y/n you know?? I’ve seen y/n few times now and I’ve never seen her look this radiant!”

Junkyu, who was still quietly still on his own, blinked a few times to himself. That’s not true, right? You had always been plainly normal to him, but he wouldn’t say that you were never pretty to his eyes.

Junkyu, realising that he was now imagining what you look like based on Jihoon’s description, started shaking his head furiously. Why would he bother imagining your face at this time of day??

Jihoon noticed Junkyu shaking his head and he assumed that Junkyu was agreeing with what he said.

“Right, Junkyu? It’s impossible that’s y/n, but she sounded and looked so much like her!” Jihoon said, referring to the ‘you’ he met just now.

Hyunsuk kept quiet for a while.

Jihoon and Junkyu’s eyes are on him now.

“Could it be…” Hyunsuk said in a quiet voice.

Jihoon leaned in close to his hyung.

Junkyu too, started walking back towards the both of them, wanting to listen closely to what his hyung is saying.

By the time Junkyu had reached them again, Hyunsuk raised his head to look at both his friends.

“Hey, Jihoon…did this y/n that you saw earlier…did she smell good? Like, smell super, super good?”

Jihoon thought for a while. “Hmm…I didn’t realise what she smelt like, hyung. But! I noticed that the moment she turned around to face me, the wind started blowing. At first I thought it looked like a Kdrama scene but when I think about it…it’s strange that the wind started blowing at that exact time…” Jihoon said. He shuddered to himself.

Hyunsuk covered his own mouth with both his hands. “Oh my god,” he whispered.

“What? What is it?” Junkyu finally opened his mouth this time.

Jihoon too, started doing the same as Hyunsuk. “Hyung! Could it be??”

“Oh no, you both don’t think—” Junkyu knew where this is going.

“Jihoon! The y/n you met was a ghost?!!” Hyunsuk said, holding on to his shriek since he doesn’t want to scare the rest of his members in the room.

Jihoon started shaking Hyunsuk’s shoulders. “Hyunggggg noooooo! No wayyyy! Why meeee,” he whined dramatically.

Junkyu grimaced at his hyungs. He left the both of them to their drama and decided to just sit down in another corner of the room.

He scoffed to himself. How could his hyungs believe that there was a ghost in this building?? And in broad daylight??

Junkyu rolled his eyes and continued drinking his juice.

                                                                   *

 “Thanks for today, Bomin,” Soomin beamed at her close friend, looking like she’s the happiest person in the room.

“No problem,” he smiled back at her.

“Well, I guess, we better get going?” Soomin turned to you.

You nodded at her, “Sure,”

“Aight. Well, I guess we’ll be going off now,” she turned to Bomin and bowed slightly to thank him again before leaving.

The both of you walked towards the access point near the entrance of the building and Soomin took out a pack of access cards from her bag.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed one of it to you.

Taking the card into your hand, you looked at her questioningly.

Soomin waved her card in front of your face and grinned, “Let’s see how this baby works!” she said excitedly.

Soomin hurried towards the access point and scanned her card, making the barrier lift and letting her through to the other side of the hall.

She turned around, her bright, pretty smile showing when she waved her hand to signal you to try your access card as well.

You walked up towards the access point and waved your card at the scanner. Beep! The barrier lifts and you walked right through.

You reached Soomin, shock written on your face.

“Oh my god, I feel like I’m a secret agent entering a secret agent agency for work!” you said, your face still in disbelief that you just did something so cool.

Soomin giggled at you. “Right?? Our office isn’t as advanced as this so like, don’t you think it’s thrilling to have this kind of special access to one of the biggest entertainment companies in this country??”

You nodded at her happily.

“Alright, agent y/n, let’s head back to our boring and dull office,” Soomin said as she linked her arm with yours.

You groaned at her sentence. “Aww must we?”

“Yes, y/n! Now, let’s head back,” she said, giggling.

                                                                    *

 (That evening)

“Guys…don’t you think we’re invading y/n’s life by doing this?” Doyoung asked his hyungs.

“What are you talking about? Y/n should feel lucky that she has friends who are concerned about her like us,” Jihoon replied, though his eyes are still scanning the hallway, hoping to see your figure to show up anytime now.

“Doyoungie’s right, Jihoon. We could just ask her through text you know?” Hyunsuk sided with Doyoung.

Jihoon folded his arms against his chest and huffed, “And what? Scare the rest of our kids when we ask in the group whether the y/n we saw was a ghost or not in our building??”

“Well, technically…only you saw her there…”

“Hush! She could be here any time soon! We must greet her with a warm smile, just in case she gets rowdy since she might be all tired out from work,”

Hyunsuk glanced at his watch. 7.15p.m. They’ve been here for almost an hour now, and when they got off work at 6 earlier, Hyunsuk wasn’t expecting Jihoon to drag him here instantly. He was hoping to at least get some dinner first.

“Jihoon, let’s just text her. We can private message her too! I’m getting hungry, I’m sure Doyoung and Junkyu are hungry too,” Hyunsuk tried to convince Jihoon.

“Hyung, this is an important matter. We don’t talk about matters like these through text,”

Hyunsuk lets out a sigh. He knew it was no use arguing with Jihoon anyways. Maybe Jihoon needed this clarification since he must’ve been terrified when he saw the ghost that looked like you today.

“Besides, why did you bring Doyoung along? I thought I told you this was a leaders kind of investigation session,” Jihoon asked, as he restlessly glanced at his phone for the 8th time by now, checking the time.

“Hey, you brought Junkyu too,” Hyunsuk pointed out.

Junkyu stood quietly beside Jihoon, confused as to how Jihoon managed to convince him to tag along with this silly investigation of his.

Jihoon glanced over at his best friend beside him who was staring into space, a clueless look on his face.

“Meh, he seems fine with it. I only brought him ‘cause you brought someone else along first,”

“Dang, you both fight like you’re both a married couple who’s trying to make each other jealous. Chill you both,” Doyoung chuckled as he said this.

“Can we just go home already? I’m sleepy, and hungry,” Junkyu whined suddenly.

“Oh? You’re saying something now?” Jihoon said, amused with his best friend’s cute whine.

Junkyu shook his head. “I don’t care, I’m heading back. Our floor is literally 10 floors above hers so I might as well just leave,”

“Awww nooo don’t leave yet Junkyu-aa. Y/n will be here any minute! I promise!”

“Nah, who cares if y/n comes back or not, I don’t need to see her anyways—” Junkyu said as he turned around to leave.

And there, right behind him, was you, face surprised to see your friends in front of your house door.

“Y-y/n-“ Junkyu stuttered in all of a sudden, surprised to see you.

“Oh? Y/n! Hi!” Doyoung waved his hand at you, greeting you.

You nodded at him and looked at the four of them questioningly.

“Hi…Why…are you guys here?” You asked.

 To be continued….

[svtwritess]

Chapter 4

➫ word count: 7.6k

➫ pairings: wonwoo x female reader, mingyu x female reader

➫ genre: fluff, angst, smut

➫ college!au, vampire!au

➫ warnings: alcohol, mentions of food, swearing, sexual content

A week had passed since Wonwoo’s outburst, and things had returned back to normal. Minus the fact that you had to consciously stop yourself from telling your best friend about Mingyu. It was hard since he was your only form of social life outside of Wonwoo, but you sucked it up for the purpose of the deal you made with him. You had spent so much time with Mingyu and you were extremely happy about it. He took you out to lunch after the class you had together and mentioned that he wanted to make it a weekly thing, to which you happily agreed. He had also picked you up from each of your classes, waiting outside the door with your favorite coffee in his hand, prepared to walk you to your apartment. He would usually stay over until right before Wonwoo was supposed to come home and much to your delight, things usually got relatively heated for at least a little while. You didn’t know what you did to be treated so well, but you were in far too deep to question it.

You were currently on the phone with Mingyu who was trying his hardest to convince you to go to another party, one that was happening that night, and you were refusing profusely. 

“I’m sorry but no! Why can’t we just watch a movie or something?” you whined, picking at the fur on one of your stuffed animals as you sat on your bed.

“Because my friends are gonna be there and I really want you to meet them! You don’t even have to dress up, just wear jeans or something.” he whined back, his pleading tugging at your heartstrings very effectively.

“Well if I’m meeting all of your friends, I’m gonna wear more than just jeans.” you smiled to yourself, feeling happily defeated.

“Soooo is that a yes?” you could hear the cheeky grin on his face from through the phone.

“Yes, now tell me when and where it is before I change my mind.” you giggled, standing up and walking over to your closet. You opened it excitedly, knowing exactly what you were going to wear. 

“I’ll pick you up at 9 okay? Meet me at the entrance to your place, and try to stay awake until then.” he teased and you nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see you.

“Will do, see you later.” 

“Byeee.” he said, ending the phone call in just as much of an endearing way as he started it. 

You checked the time on your phone before locking it and tossing it on your bed. It was 8:10, giving you a little less than an hour to get ready. If there was something you’d learned about Mingyu in the past week, it was that he was very punctual, and very proud of the fact. 

You took the dress you were going to wear out of your closet, admiring it for a moment. It was a dark pink color, flowers scattered here and there, with a high v-neck and short sleeves. It hugged your body in the most flattering way and fell to your mid-thigh, but those were the only ways in which it was revealing. 

You took your shoes out of your closet as well before going to get your makeup bag. You only planned to wear a small amount, just enough to make an… impressive first impression. 

You played some music as you got ready, taking your time getting dressed and applying your makeup. You even put on some of your favorite perfume before slipping on your socks and shoes. You grabbed a small purse from one of your drawers and threw your phone in it, preparing to put your keys in it as well. You stepped out of your bedroom and went to grab your keys that you knew were on the counter by the door. 

“Where are you going?” Wonwoo asked from the couch, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose with a bowl sitting in his lap. 

“Just… out.” you shrugged, throwing your keys into your bag and heading out the door. You knew if you went to explain further you would end up saying more than he needed to know, so you decided to skip it. Wonwoo would figure out who you were with soon enough. 

As you walked toward the entrance to your apartment complex, you saw Mingyu’s tall figure approaching. He was dressed in a thin black sweater that was made of slightly see through material, light blue jeans that made his thighs look amazing, and black sneakers. You were finally close enough to hear each other and his eyes widened. 

“Wow…” Mingyu breathed out, “This is casual for you?” he laughed in awe as he pulled you in by your waist, his brown orbs full of admiration.

“Maybe, is that an issue?” you asked, running your hands up his arms, admiring the way the black of his shirt complimented his honey-colored skin. 

“Not at all.” he smirked, placing a quick kiss on your lips. “You ready?” 

You nodded happily and reached down to take his hand in yours. “Let’s go!” 

You walked in silence toward wherever the party was, it seemed like it was in a similar spot to the previous party location. Though when you arrived at the house, it was much smaller than the one last weekend and it seemed like there were way less people there. Upon entering, it felt more like a get together than a party, but you almost preferred that. 

There were still people dancing with cups full of alcohol in their hands under low, colored lighting, but the environment was much more relaxed. Mingyu led you down to the basement where there were people sitting on couches and conversing, a thin layer of smoke covering the room. He walked you over to a small leather couch in the back corner where 4 men around your age were seated, two on the loveseat and two on the floor. 

“Y/n, these are the guys.” he motioned outward with his hand and they all looked up at you, eyes wide. They stood up frantically and straightened their clothes out before smiling at you. The first 3 were giving you sweet, cheeky smiles, while the other was smirking at you with his arms crossed over his chest. “This is Chan, Vernon, Jihoon, and Jeonghan.” 

You couldn’t deny that they were all attractive, but not as attractive as Mingyu, at least in your opinion. Chan and Jihoon had an endearing, youthful vibe to them, while Vernon seemed very chill, and Jeonghan seemed… unique. 

They all said their hello’s and you said hi back, your nerves suddenly settling in.

“So this is the girlfriend huh?” Jeonghan said, a cocky tone to his voice. Your cheeks heated up as you held back a smile, and just as you were about to protest, Mingyu spoke up.

“I guess that would be the best way to describe it, yeah.” he laughed nervously. Your jaw dropped slightly and looked up at Mingyu in disbelief. Your entire face was now red, not expecting to gain that title this evening, even if he seemed a little apprehensive about it. You were itching to have that conversation, but you knew you needed to save it for after the party. 

“Well good for you guys. Are you hanging out with us tonight?” Jihoon said as they all returned to their places on the couch or carpet. 

“We were planning on it, if that’s okay.” Mingyu replied. They all nodded, Chan still with a small smile on his face. Mingyu led you to the wall opposite of where you were standing and sat down against it, patting the spot next to him. You sat as appropriately as you could, with your legs bent so that your knees pointed toward Mingyu. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was the only way you could sit without flashing the entire party. Mingyu put his hand on your thigh and smiled at you. 

“Here,” Jeonghan said as he held a jacket out to you, “for your legs.” his voice was quiet and he almost seemed shy, which was a huge contrast to his smug presence you had just witnessed. 

“Thank you,” you said appreciatively before draping the coat over your lower body. Your “boyfriend” seemed happy about the interactions that had happened thus far as his thumb rubbed your leg comfortingly. 

“So, Vernon over there is dating a guy named Seungkwan, he’ll be here later. You know him?” Mingyu asked and your face lit up at the mention of a familiar name.

“Oh yeah! I only met him once, but I think he knows my roommate. He seems really nice.” you said, a small smile on your face. You were happy someone you actually knew would be joining you. Even if you only met in passing, seeing a face you’d seen before would further comfort you.

“Oh he’s nice, and have you seen his ass?” Jeonghan said playfully before Vernon reached up and hit his arm, though Jeonghan simply laughed as he rubbed the spot. You laughed at the exchange, seeing Mingyu smiling at you from the corner of your eye.

“Well I’m gonna go get a drink, you want anything?” Mingyu asked.

“One of whatever pleeease.” 

He kissed the top of your head before standing up and exiting the basement. 

“So you know about the, you know, thing, right?” Chan asked once Mingyu was gone, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the seat of the couch.

“Th-the thing?” you questioned. You assumed he meant Mingyu being a vampire, but you weren’t sure if they knew he was as well.

“Yeah! Being dead, not being able to go out in the sunlight, can only be killed by wooden stakes, that stuff?” he said way more casually than you would’ve expected him to. 

“Yeah, yeah he told me about that,” you nodded, trying to match his level of calmness, “but is all of that really true?” you asked, genuinely curious. 

Every single one of them laughed out loud. 

“Well we’re dead, sure, but that’s about the only thing that’s accurate.” Jeonghan replied. Did he say… we?

“Wait… are you all-”

“Yeah, we are,” Vernon stopped you, “Jeonghan here is the oldest, then Mingyu, then me, then Chan.” 

You nodded in understanding, not really sure how to react. You now had an apparent vampire “boyfriend” who had 4 hot vampire friends. You wouldn’t have picked Twilight to be the book your life turned into, but admittedly you weren’t complaining. 

“So… does Seungkwan know too? Just so I know if I should bring it up or not.” 

“Yeah, he knows. He was really cool about it too.” a small smile made its way onto the 2nd youngest vampire’s face as Mingyu re-entered your corner with 2 red cups in his hand. He handed you one and you thanked him before he returned to his spot next to you. 

“Have there been people who weren’t cool about it?” you asked out of curiosity, not realizing the true weight of the question. Mingyu had a confused look on his face as the other 3 looked at each other, puzzled. 

“Well, yeah, but that never ends well, so we’re glad the two of you were accepting of it.” Jihoon told you, a dismissive look on his face. You so badly wanted to know exactly what he meant by that, but as it was only your first time meeting him, you didn’t push the topic.

You took a sip of your drink, your tastebuds instantly captivated by a yummy vodka and punch mixture. Mingyu returned his hand to your thigh, though this time on top of the jacket. 

“Is it okay if I ask how old you guys are? I thought Mingyu would be older than he actually was.” you told the group and they all chuckled. 

“I’m 212, give or take a few years. Keeping track gets hard after a while.” Jeonghan answered. You chuckled lightly before Vernon spoke up.

“I just turned 100. Not gonna lie it feels really cool to say that.” he smiled confidently at his own words. 

“I’m 22. I haven’t even been turned for a year yet, so I’m still learning,” he said shyly with a small shrug. He was so cute.

“You remember that crash you heard on the phone the other day?” Mingyu asked and you nodded. “That was him.” he pointed at Chan, causing Jeonghan to poke at him teasingly. 

“So Chan’s your roommate?” you turned to Mingyu and he nodded. You were really glad you got to meet his friends and you were really glad that they were nice. 

When your eyes left Mingyu, you saw Seungkwan walking toward your group. He had on a white sweater and black pants, his hair looking fluffy and as if it would be soft to the touch. 

Vernon stood up and greeted him with a hug before pecking his lips and plopping back down on the couch. Seungkwan took a seat on his boyfriend’s lap and Vernon wrapped his hands around Seungkwan’s waist. Their position caused your mind to flash back to when you saw Wonwoo and coffee girl, who you still refused to call by name, at the last party. You tried to suppress the memory as best as you could. 

“Seungkwan, this is Y/N.” Mingyu said as he motioned to you. Seungkwan’s jaw dropped slightly and pointed at you with his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was thinking, then he smiled.

“Oh you were with Wonwoo! At the party last weekend! How are you?” he asked cheerfully, getting up from Vernon’s lap and walking over to you. He bent down to give you a hug, and had you known that’s what he was doing you would have gotten up to greet him as well. You hugged him back as your heart fluttered at his kind gesture. You already hoped you could be friends with him. 

“I’m good, thanks. It’s really good to see you.” you said as he pulled away and his grin only widened. 

“You too!” you expected him to go back to where he was sitting, but he stayed standing in front of you. “Are you guys just gonna… sit here?” he asked, motioning to the small area you were sitting in with his hands. 

“I mean we could do something, but what?” Chan questioned.

“Oh! Let’s go play beer pong!” Mingyu came alive as he put his idea out in the open. You had never played it before, but as long as you were in good company, and you were, you didn’t care what you did. 

“I’m down. As long as you guys are prepared to lose.” Jeonghan said, his cocky side returning. 

“Me too. As long as you’re prepared for the ass beating I’m gonna give you when you cheat.” Mingyu spit back at Jeonghan, causing everyone except Jeonghan to laugh.

“Let’s go!” Vernon said before everyone stood up. Mingyu offered his hand to you and you took it, allowing him to pull you up with essentially no effort at all. You tied Jeonghan’s jacket around your waist and followed the others to the back patio.

The back of the house reeked of weed, but you hoped that your nose would simply get used to it. There was a ping pong table on the concrete, and right when you began to question where the beer pong stuff was, Vernon and Seungkwan appeared with cups, beer bottles, and ping pong balls in their hands. You asked if you could help set things up, but Mingyu insisted that you didn’t need to, so you stood back and admired Mingyu’s active form from a distance. 

With so many of them putting the game together, it was ready to play in no time. You were on a team with Mingyu and Seungkwan and were playing against Jeonghan, Jihoon and Chan. Vernon told the lot of you that he was fine being the referee. 

“Everybody play fair now,” Vernon said, not-so-subtly looking at Jeonghan longer than he looked at everyone else. The older male rolled his eyes at the glance and grabbed a ball, determination in his eyes as the game began.

The first round was atrocious for your team. You could tell Mingyu was doing his best to keep his cool as he knew you had never played before and knew that Seungkwan didn’t play often, but it was clear he was unhappy with the terrible result of the initial match. That led him to challenge the other team to a second game, in which you totally kicked ass. The opposing team tried to call it beginners luck, but as you’d already played one game, you knew it was just the fact that you’d finally gotten the hang of it, much to Mingyu’s delight. Seungkwan never really got better, which was okay. You learned that he’s an amazing cheerleader. 

The third game, however, was just one big mess. Jeonghan continuously smacked ping pong balls that were about to score a point away from the cups. He also kept moving cups around and when you accused him of cheating, him and the rest of his team would act like they had absolutely no idea what you were talking about. That being said, you lost the last game, though very unfairly, and decided to end the playing there before you, Mingyu and Seungkwan became too aggravated. 

You went back inside, all of you stopping in the kitchen to grab a drink before returning to the couch in the corner of the basement. You were only feeling slightly tipsy from the beer you had drank, and truthfully you didn’t want to get any further than that. 

This time around, Mingyu sat on the couch and pulled you down on his lap, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other around a beer bottle. Seungkwan sat next to you on Vernon’s lap, and Jihoon managed to squeeze onto the armrest by the wall.

You got caught up in conversation with the group, mostly talking to Seungkwan about how crazy finding out that vampires were real was for the both of you. Seungkwan said he freaked out a bit at first and was surprised to hear that you didn’t, but he understood. He said that though he was scared of everything he thought he knew about vampires as a species at the time, he wasn’t scared of Vernon in the slightest. You thought their relationship was really cute in an opposites attract type of way.

You also found out that Jihoon was really into writing music, Chan was really into dancing, and Jeonghan was really into simply having a good time. You were glad you got involved with a guy that seemed to have such great friends, even if they weren’t exactly alive. 

Though you were having a great time conversing with everyone, you noticed that Mingyu had barely said 3 words since you came back inside.

“Hey, you okay?” you said as you looked at him. He nodded passively as he looked past you and further into the room. The look on his face was serious, almost as if he was on the lookout for something. You turned around and tried to follow his eyeline. It seemed as if he was staring at another male attending the party, one that looked oddly familiar. 

“Do you know that guy? The guy you’re staring at?” you asked him quietly, not wanting the others to hear. 

“Uhh yeah, just someone I used to know. He doesn’t usually come to these types of things.” he replied. You turned back to the man and looked a little closer, trying to remember how you knew him.

“Oh!” you faced Mingyu again, “He’s the cashier from the supermarket I go to.” you said calmly, though Mingyu’s eyes darted to you as they widened. 

“You know him?” he asked urgently. 

“No, he just rang up my groceries one time. Why?” you were getting suspicious.

“I just… I don’t trust him, okay? Stay away from him if you can help it.” he gripped your waist tighter and you nodded reassuringly. Even though you, again, had many questions, you kept them to yourself. You mostly wondered if he meant “knew” as in he knew him from this school or if he meant “knew” as in he met him a century ago.

You turned to look at Mingyu’s nemesis one more time, but this time, his eyes were looking back at you. The small mole by his lip was only more defined as he smirked at you before running his hand through his light brown hair and turning away. Mingyu must have seen the exchange, because he very suddenly stood up, causing you to fall forward slightly. 

“I think Y/n and I are gonna head out.” he announced abruptly. Admittedly you were annoyed, you were having a good time, but you would address that when you left. It was getting late anyway and you knew you would see the group again sometime soon. 

“Oh! Okay, well it was really nice seeing you Y/n.” Seungkwan said, just as surprised as you were. 

“You too, Seungkwan. It was really great meeting all of you.” you said, and they all replied with scattered smiles and “you too’s”. 

Mingyu put his hand on the small of your back and quickly rushed you through the house and out the door. Once you reached the front porch, Mingyu stopped. 

“Listen, I’m sorry, I just really don’t like that guy and when he looked at you like that I snapped,” he said, clearly frazzled and a bit frustrated. Though just a few seconds ago you were ready to put him in his place, you were now feeling rather sympathetic.

“Mingyu it’s okay, but if you want me to understand what’s going on you need to tell me. Not knowing just makes it easier to get angry and I don’t wanna get angry at you.” you rubbed his arm comfortingly. He groaned as he hid his face in his hands then ran his hands through his hair. 

“I can’t tell you, at least right now. Believe me I want to, but please trust me okay? Avoid him at all costs, it’s just to keep you safe.” he pulled you into a hug and you wrapped your arms around him as well. You were beyond confused and you wanted to ask if he was really that dangerous, but with the way he was acting, you knew that was a stupid question. He wouldn’t be so adamant about it if it wasn’t that serious. You simply nodded against his chest before you let each other go. “Now let’s get you home.” he smiled sweetly and you returned the expression. 

You walked hand in hand to your apartment, a comfortable silence filling the air. You were admittedly a bit tired, so you didn’t feel like talking. The walk felt short, but as your eyelids felt heavier with each step, you were okay with it. You reached your residence and pulled out your key before unlocking the door and stepping inside. Though as soon as you did, you heard unmistakable noises. 

A female moan followed by a groan from your best friend. 

You immediately shut the door and stepped back outside, bumping into Mingyu in the process. 

“Ew ew ew ew ew!” you exclaimed, moving your hands around frantically, not exactly sure what to do with them. 

“What? What is it?” Mingyu asked frantically. 

“Wonwoo! Making noises! Having sex God ew!” you cringed.

“Huh? Are you sure? Why would he do that if he knew you were coming home?” 

“I don’t know but I hate it! Make it stop make it stop!” you covered your ears as if you could still hear it. The sounds kept playing over and over in your mind. Why? Why on earth could you still hear them? It wasn’t so much the fact that you heard him having sex, but the fact that you knew who it was with sent chills down your spine.

“Okay okay listen, just come home with me, it’ll be fine, I promise” he rubbed your upper back as he tried to comfort you. You simply nodded, face still contorted in disgust, and let him lead you to his apartment.

“God why would he do that?! He could’ve at least told me not to come home! Or to come home late, anything!” you yelled as you walked, still unable to believe his indecency. “I know we agreed to not talk about our love lives with each other, but if the roles were reversed? He’d be pissed! He would’ve walked in there and kicked you out or something!” 

“So what I’m hearing is that your hypothetical scenarios, I’m the one you’re fucking?” Mingyu said smugly and all you could do is glare at him.

“Mingyu I’m serious. Is that not super wrong of him?” 

“It is but come on! It’s not like you didn’t know he was getting some.” he shrugged. 

“I know, but I didn’t need to hear it, that’s all.” 

“What? Are you mad you’re not getting laid? Cause you could be.” Mingyu said matter-of-factly, a smirk on his face. 

“Oh really? By who, Jeonghan?” you teased, causing Mingyu to stop in his tracks, his jaw nearly on the ground. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Come on! You know I’m joking. Now please tell me we’re almost there?” you grabbed his hand and pulled, his feet eventually stumbling forward. 

“Actually, we’re here.” he smiled. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked ahead, your eyes only being met with a cute, white brick house.

“You live… in a house? In college?” you tilted your head in curiosity. 

“Let’s just say I have business with the owner,” he kissed your cheek and walked you toward the door. Though the outside of the house had a vintage charm to it, there was a keypad to get inside instead of the normal deadbolt. Mingyu entered the code and turned the handle, a beautiful, modern house coming into view. 

The brick walls were a beautiful cream color, metal shelves and cute hanging plants filled the entrance. Your face must have shown how impressed you were.

“You like it?” Mingyu asked as he kicked his shoes off. 

“It’s beautiful, did you decorate it yourself?” 

“Oh no, we hired someone for that.” he chuckled. 

“You care enough about your house to pay for an interior designer? Nice.” you smiled as you took your shoes off as well, sliding them so they were next to his. 

“I’m a vampire, not an animal. Let me give you the tour.”

You exited the entrance of the house and he took you over to the kitchen. It was very open and was connected to the living room. The kitchen had sleek black cabinets and white granite countertops with a large stainless steel refrigerator and stove to finish it off. The living room contained a grey sectional couch, a black coffee table, and a TV that was at least 60 inches mounted to the wall. There were small knick knacks all over the house that made it even more charming than it already was. 

He then led you down a hallway that had 2 doors on each side. The first one was Chan’s room. It was definitely the room of a young guy, but still pretty neat and tidy. The next room was the bathroom, it doubled as Chan’s and the one that guests used. It was also nicely kept. 

The next one was another bedroom that had been converted into a movie/ gaming room. There were LED lights attached to the ceiling, a leather couch in the center of the room, and a TV even larger than the one in the living room sitting on a large, sturdy- looking table.

“This is my old room, but we renovated it when I upgraded.” 

“Upgraded?” you asked, excited to finally see Mingyu’s room.

“There’s a third bedroom that we added onto to make it bigger, so I took that one.” he told you as he closed the door and led you to the last room in the hallway. 

“Prepare yourself.” he smiled as he opened the door and a room seemingly bigger than the rest of the house combined came into view. 

The floors were a dark grey tile and the walls a lighter grey. There was a bed to the left and it was easily the biggest bed you’d ever seen. The headboard was a regal looking, plush white one with a perfectly made grey bedspread, decorative pillows covering almost half of it. A TV was mounted to the wall in front of it and there were nightstands with beautiful metal lamps on them. There was a chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, and to the right there were 2 chaise lounges that matched the bed frame and another TV in an entertainment center with a gaming console below it.

“Two TV’s? Really?” you judged only slightly. 

“And that’s not even the best part.” he booped your nose and sauntered over to the bathroom; the entrance was covered by a large barn door. He slid it opened and what was quite possibly the nicest bathroom you’d ever seen came into view. 

The walls were a matte tan color, there was a large white bathtub in one corner, a shower with glass doors and the walls decorated with beautiful glass tiles. A double vanity and a wood-framed mirror sat in between the two. The shower head was about a foot long on each side and hung from the ceiling and there seemed to be jets of some sort on one of the shower walls

“So when were you going to tell me that you basically have money coming out of your ass?” you inquired as you took in the elegance of the bathroom. Mingyu didn’t dress rich and wasn’t as much of a dick as lots of rich people were, so you were taken aback to say the least.

“Technically it’s not my money. My parents were rich back in the day, owned a lot of property, and when they died they left all of it to me. So now all the money that people pay when they rent or buy their properties, it comes to me.” he shrugged as if it was no big deal, but your eyes were wide in shock. 

“Okay then Mr. ‘not-my-money’, this place is still amazing.” you told him, but he just chuckled in denial. 

“Thanks,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Do you wanna shower or something?” 

“Um, in that fancy monster of a shower? Yes, yes I do.” you smiled and Mingyu was already walking over to the closet like he knew what you were going to say. He opened the door and grabbed a towel before tossing it at you. 

“Don’t take too long,” he pointed at you as he exited the bathroom and left you alone. You felt like you’d only seen showers this nice in movies and in pictures of mansions, never in real life, so needless to say you were excited. You turned the water on and stripped down quickly before excitedly stepping into what your mind had decided to coin the Tranquility Haven. 

The warm water that fell from directly above you felt euphoric, covering your entire body at once. You honestly felt like you could fall asleep in there, but sadly you did not feel like turning into a prune. You washed yourself leisurely, enjoying the luxury and anticipating the fact that you would probably smell like Mingyu when you were done.

Your mind thought back to when Mingyu said his parents owned property “back in the day”. Did he mean… the 1800’s? His parents were rich in the 19th century? If they were loaded then, you couldn’t imagine how loaded they’d be now. You wanted to know how much Mingyu was making from his parents’ properties, but you would feel inappropriate asking. You knew it had to be a lot, though. 

After a while, you begrudgingly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower before grabbing your towel. You dried your hair off a bit before wrapping the towel around your body and stepping into Mingyu’s room.

“I’m just saying, she could be doing way be- Jesus Y/n!” Chan yelled as he stood up and turned around. He had been sitting on Mingyu’s bed talking until he saw you and jumped up in fear. 

“We’ll be out in a minute,” Mingyu laughed as he ushered the younger male out of his bedroom. He turned to you and leaned against the door, his arms crossed.

“See you didn’t give me clean clothes when I slept at your place, so I’m wondering if I should even consider giving you some.” he raised his eyebrow at you, his tongue poking at his inner cheek. 

“What? You want me to walk around in just a towel?” 

“Oh I’d prefer much less than a towel,” he retaliated, causing you to frown at him. After a few seconds of staring at each other, he finally broke. “Fine, but only since Chan is here.” your expression turned into a smile as he walked over to his closet that seemed surprisingly small compared to the rest of the house. He pulled out a t-shirt and handed it to you as he walked back to his bed and laid down. You thanked him and went back into the bathroom.

You hung the towel up on the hook that was on the back of the door before slipping the shirt over your head. You put your underwear back on and picked up your clothes and bag from off of the floor, then walked over to the mirror. As you ran your fingers through your wet hair in an attempt to make it look decent, you realized something. 

“Mingyu!” you stormed out of the bathroom, “This shirt is pretty see through and I’m guessing you knew that when you gave it to me?” you put your things down on the ground and crossed your arms. All Mingyu did was shrug and try to hold back the smirk he so badly wanted to display. “Whatever…” you muttered as you took your phone out of your bag.

“Chan’s waaaaiting.” he sang, getting up and waiting for you by the door. You kept your arms crossed, phone in one hand, as you followed him to the living room. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t see anything, Mingyu didn’t tell me you were here.” Chan said frantically as soon as you came into view, his eyes full of concern. 

“No no no, it’s fine. Really, don’t worry about it.” you reassured him, and he nodded gratefully. 

Mingyu sat down on the couch and you sat next to him. He laid down and rested his head on your lap, causing you to frantically pull at your shirt, trying to loosen the top part so that Chan wouldn’t see anything. Once you had accomplished that, you placed your hand in Mingyu’s hair and began playing with it, only slightly annoyed at his outfit choice for you. 

You made interesting conversation with Chan, talking about what he liked and didn’t like about being a vampire for the most part. He asked about how you liked school and if you had fun at the party, and before either of you realized it, Mingyu was fast asleep on your lap. A light snore fell from his lips and you admired his calmed features. 

“Y/n…” Chan said, capturing your attention, “Can I ask how serious you guys are?” your cheeks heated up at the question. No one had ever really asked you about your relationship before, besides the whole ‘is this the girlfriend’ thing that Jeonghan pulled, and he was talking to Mingyu then anyway. 

“Um, I don’t really know. It hasn’t been very long, but I… I really like him.” you tried not to gush too much, “Why do you ask?” 

Chan was smiling at your admiration for his friend. “Mingyu would kill me if he knew that I told you, but he talks about you a lot. Like, almost all the time. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, but yeah. I’ve only known him for 6 years or so, but I’ve never seen him like this.” he explained, and your cheeks turned even rosier as your stomach did somersaults. Chan didn’t seem like the type of guy to lie, and why would anyone say something like that so randomly if they weren’t really eager to tell you?

“I- thank you for telling me, Chan. It means a lot.” you nodded and he smiled at you, flashing his pearly whites.

“Of course. I’m gonna go to bed now, but I’m glad we got to talk more. You seem really good for him. Good for all of us actually.” he stood up and stretched. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” 

Chan disappeared into his room and you just sat there, reveling in Chan’s kind words and not wanting to wake Mingyu. You picked up your phone, feeling surprised when you saw you had a text from Wonwoo. It was only one, but that was enough to make you nervous and excite you all at once. You opened the message and were faced with a few simple words. 

from: wonu

12:34am: did you stop by earlier? 

You simply rolled your eyes and began typing. 

to: wonu

12:34am: yeah and i know we agreed not to talk about our love lives or whatever, but you could at least tell me to sleep somewhere else for the night if you were planning on fucking someone. loudly.

He read your text immediately and the three bubbles popped up at the bottom of your screen, indicating that he was typing. However, the longer you waited for his response, the more you realized that it likely wasn’t coming. You were much more unpleasant with him than you wanted to be, but the noises you heard when you entered your apartment weren’t by any means pleasant either. Truthfully, you wanted to say more, but you figured you’d rather have that conversation in person.

At a few minutes past 1, you decided it was time to stop anticipating a reply from Wonwoo and try to sleep. You locked your phone and set it beside you before leaning your head back on the couch and drifting off to sleep, the feeling of Mingyu’s head in your lap making the position significantly more comfortable. 

You woke up with your head on the softest of pillows and your body under the comfiest of blankets; Mingyu must have moved the both of you at some point during the night. A decent amount of light shone through the windows and the soft sound of the television rang throughout your ears. You looked to your side and saw Mingyu sitting with his legs crossed, eating a bowl of cereal. He noticed your stirring and turned his attention to you. 

“Good morning,” he said to you, mouth halfway full and in the shape of a smile. You returned the expression and sat up on your hands. 

“Good morning.” you replied happily. He leaned over and pecked your lips lightly. As you went to get out of his bed, you remembered something. 

“Did you say I was your girlfriend last night?” you asked in disbelief. He looked at you with wide eyes, his cheeks still slightly full of food.

“I- well, yeah. That seemed to be the best way to explain it, we’ve never really talked about it.” he shrugged shyly. 

“Well, do you wanna talk about it?” you questioned as you got back in his bed fully, sliding closer to him. 

He shoved the rest of his cereal in his mouth and drank the milk quickly before setting his bowl and spoon on the table beside him. He sighed as he faced you again.

“It has nothing to do with you, I just, don’t really like labels? Every time I’ve had a relationship with one it just kinda… fell apart.” he played with the blanket on his legs and avoided eye contact, his voice only getting quieter as he spoke. “I want us to last, so I don’t wanna call us anything. At least not yet.” He nodded as he finished, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes and awaiting your response. 

You smiled at his explanation and put one of your hands on top of his. “So other people can think our relationship has a label, but we know that it doesn’t?” you asked and Mingyu nodded. “Is that enough? Just us knowing the truth?” 

“I really don’t care what other people call us, so yeah. It’s enough.” he smiled sweetly and got out of bed. You followed suit and went to change your clothes as Mingyu picked up his bowl and walked it to the kitchen. 

You quickly threw on your clothes from the previous night and slipped on your shoes. You picked up your bag and noticed that Mingyu had placed your phone on the nightstand. You grabbed it and checked the notifications; still no response from Wonwoo, though you weren’t surprised. 

“Leaving so soon?” Mingyu asked with a pout when he reentered the room and saw you fully dressed. You frowned, not particularly wanting to leave yourself.

“Sadly. I’ve gotta pick up some stuff for the apartment and do some serious job hunting. I’ve been putting it off for way too long.” you sighed. Your words left Mingyu with a confused look on his face.

“Job? Why get a job when you have me?” he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Oh you mean you and all the money that you don’t claim as yours? Thanks, but I’ll pass.” you pecked his lips and as soon as you pulled away, he pulled you right back in. He kissed you deeply and meaningfully, causing you to smile. He smacked your ass lightly before pulling away with a smirk.

“I’ll walk you out.” 

You rolled your eyes, though trying to hide a smile, as you headed for Mingyu’s front door. Chan was nowhere to be seen, so you assumed he was still asleep. When you reached the entrance of the house, Mingyu kissed you one last time before opening the door for you and, begrudgingly, letting you go on your way. 

You practically pranced to the grocery store, still on a Mingyu high that you didn’t want to come down from. You couldn’t believe someone, just one person alone, made you so happy, especially since that someone was technically not even human and kept way more secrets from you than you would like them to. You didn’t know why the secrecy didn’t bother you, but you didn’t think about it for too long. 

Your brain that seemed to be wired so that you would expect the worst from every situation because you were also subconsciously awaiting the moment when things would turn to shit. It may not go to complete shit anytime soon, but you were definitely expecting an argument of some sort to happen soon, much to your dismay.

You tried to shake your negative thoughts away as you approached the door of the supermarket, picking up one of the baskets that sat by the entrance. You only needed a few cleaning supplies, some fruit, and some more ramen. You decided you would take your time, though, as you were slightly nervous to see Wonwoo. 

You strolled through the produce, deciding on buying a few apples and a bag of grapes. You then moved to the aisle that the ramen was on, buying 2 value packs of your favorite brand. You finally made your way to the cleaning aisle and grabbed a container of disinfecting wipes, but you couldn’t seem to find the dish soap that you usually bought. You looked at the shelf curiously and took a step closer, when suddenly, you heard a voice speaking to you.

“Need any help?” you heard. It was a sweet sounding voice, one that definitely belonged to a male. You turned your head toward the voice and nearly jumped when you saw who it belonged to; it was the guy from the party. The one that had rung up your groceries a few weeks ago, the one Mingyu told you to stay away from. 

“O-oh, no thanks, I’m okay.” you replied. You hoped he didn’t recognize you, but then you remembered you were wearing the exact same thing that you were wearing last night when he saw you. When he smirked at you. 

“I apologize if this is weird, but you’re much prettier up close.” he smiled and you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, but hopefully not enough to be noticeable. You decided to play it off like you didn’t know him, figuring that’s what Mingyu would want you to do.

“Sorry? I-I don’t think we’ve ever met.” you said, hoping he would give up and leave you alone.

“Ah you don’t remember? I was at the party last night, I’m pretty sure we saw each other.” he crossed his arms with a determined look on his face, but you just shrugged, wanting your conversation to end more than anything. 

“Well, anyway, my name is Jun. Let me know if you need anything, anything at all.”

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[moneymingyu]

Like in The Movies

summary: in which hoshi watches way too many romance movies and has too many friends who like to watch him suffer.

word count: 2.7k words

pairing: nonidol!hoshi x reader

genre: fluff, comedy

a/n: not very proof read bc i’m super exhausted and my eyes are barely opened atm.

master list

Hoshi has always had this romanticized version of himself playing in the back of his mind.

The cool dude next to the jukebox with a leather jacket who flips a coin then plays the soundtrack to his life. The guy who you spill coffee all over in a Seattle coffee shop then exchange numbers as a form of an apology. The best friend you ask to fake date before realizing he’s been the one for you since day one. The enemy to lover, the boy next door, the childhood best friend you reunite with after years of separation. He partly blames it on all of the movies he watched growing up. A guilty pleasure of his has always been romance movies that he’d watch deep into the night when everything was still and calm. His favorites were the kinds that had him struggling to keep his hiccup at bay, the kinds that made him cry so hard that he’d wake up the next day with swollen eyes and a headache.

“Aren’t you tired of these movies?” Jihoon, his long time best friend and roommate, would ask.

“Never,” Hoshi would reply, unashamed.

He’s seen them all. The Notebook, More Than Blue, The Names of Love, Love Actually. Hoshi can quote them line by line with the same blocking. His friends think it’s impressive but Jihoon is tired of walking into the kitchen at 2AM just to see a Broadway musical in place.

So you’d think that somebody who is basically a book smart Romeo would have a better dating history but...Not Hoshi.

Look. It’s not Hoshi’s fault he’s so awkward. He didn’t ask for the lonely life! The lonely life chose him! So what if romance movies are the only way that he can feel butterflies in his stomach. Whose business is it other than his own?

“Hey Hosh! Remember that time freshman year your crush asked you to the spring fling and you responded by doing a tiger growl at them?”

“Oh my god, I almost forgot about that!” Jun covers his face, bursting into giggles at Jihoon’s trip down memory lane. “He got called a furry for the rest of the year!”

“Oh yeah? And who sat and ate lunch with said furry for the rest of the year?” Hoshi crosses his arms. “Till the day, you’re still eating lunch with the said furry!” A few head turn their way, giving the table an incredulous look. Hoshi sinks in his chair, silently wishing that the floor open and swallow him hole.

“Well maybe that’s because said furry is paying today,” Wonwoo smirks, swiping a fry from Hoshi’s plate.

“Aw, not you too!” Hoshi pouts. “Wonwoo, I put all my faith into you and this is what I get? Slander like a salamander?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jun (who, in Hoshi’s opinion, has said way more questionable things) asks with raised eyebrows.

“Nevermind. It sounded better in my head.” Hoshi sighs, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“C’mon Hoshi,” Wonwoo leans his head on his shoulder. “You know I was kidding. I would sit with you even if you were a real furry.”

“Can we stop talking about furries?!”

“Yo. What do you got against furries? We don’t kink shame around here.”

“Jun, if you say one more thing, I’m going to do an eagle screech right here.”

“That’s not really helping with the furry situation,” Jun mumbles under his breath.

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest in new friends for the sake of his sanity.

-

“I’m sure somebody likes you, Soon!” Seungkwan offers. “What about the dance studio? Lots of potential there,” he shimmies his shoulders while Dokyeom nudged him from the other side of the couch.

These are his people, he thinks as they watch My Sassy Girl for the tenth time this week.

“He’s right! You’re always a ball of confidence there! Why not try to pick somebody up? Oh!” Dokyeom looks like a lightbulb has gone off inside his head. “What about the receptionist? They’re cute! I heard they’re single too and with Valentine’s Day coming up-“

“Dokyeom! Don’t talk about the V word!”

“Virginity?”

“The other V-word!”

“V-vagi-“

“VALENTINES DAY!” Seungkwan smacks his hand over his mouth like the saying had seared his tongue.

“Oh my god, Valentine’s Day is coming up!” Hoshi whines, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his face in them. “I’m going to be alone again!”

“Hey! You always spend Valentine’s Day with us!” Dokyeom frowns.

“We’re going to be alone again!” he moans out.

Seungkwan scoffs. “Speak for yourself. I have a date.”

This causes Soonyoung’s head to snap up. “Huh? A date?” Seungkwan nods, crossing his arms and turning his nose up. “Ah, c’mon! Who is it! You know you wanna tell us!”

“I would tell you if I knew who it was,” Seungkwan sighs, falling back into the couch. “Vernon and Dino set me up on a blind date. Wait? Should I ask them to set you up on one too? You know, Dino’s really good at using Tinder. He made me a profile and then swiped with matches for me and now I’m going on a blind date! Wait, should me and Dokyeom make you one? Quick Dokyeom, what would be the anthem to Hoshi’s life?”

Hoshi gawks at how quick his friends are to move. Seungkwan already has the dating app open while Dokyeom searches up the Les Misérable soundtrack. “Can you guys not?” Hoshi frowns.

But it’s too late. His words are unheard as Dokyeom starts to belt out the words to “Do You Hear the People Sing?” all while Seungkwan is editing pictures of Hoshi for his profile picture.

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest in new friends for the sake of his sanity.

-

“Thanks for inviting me out, Joshua! I needed some new shoes.”

Joshua is one of the sanest people Hoshi knows. Hoshi thinks it’s because he’s from LA and the people from LA in all the movies he’s watched are super carefree and accepting.

“Don’t mention it,” Joshua smiles while shoving his feet into a pair of slides. “Jeonghan broke my slides yesterday while taking out the trash and tried to pin it on Kkuma. Seungcheol then lectured us for two hours about how we shouldn’t blame things on his daughter then made Jeonghan transfer me the money.”

“Isn’t Kkuma a dog?..” Hoshi smiles from the bench across from him.

“You know Cheol,” Joshua chuckles. “Actually, I also invited you out because I have to ask you a favor! You can object, of course, and I won’t be mad.” Hoshi nods, signaling the older to go on. “Well, actually...The three of us are going away for the weekend. And we usually ask Mingyu and Myungho to watch Kkuma when we’re gone but Myungho has this giant art exhibition and Mingyu’s working double shifts at his bakery so-“ he shrugs. “I think you know where I’m going with this. Could you dog sit Kkuma for us? I’m sure Jihoon will be fine with it. But if you have plans for the Valentine’s Day weekend-“

“No!” Hoshi sighs in relief. “Please give me Kkuma. I’m begging at this point!” Joshua laughs, nodding his head. “You really saved my ass, hyung. The guys are trying to set me up on a blind date but I checked out Seungkwan’s phone while he was in the bathroom and none of them were my type.”

“Consider it a deal,” Joshua smiles, reaching across and ruffling his hair. “Knew I could count on you, Soonie.” Hoshi smiles. He’s so glad to have a friend like Joshua. He really keeps his sanity in tact.

-

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest new friends for the sake of his sanity.

Kkuma has been barking nonstop all night, whining and crying and even peed in Hoshi’s brand new pair of shoes.

Hoshi doesn’t even know why Kkuma hates him so much but the dog’s antics are enough to have Jihoon packing up and telling him he’ll be back Monday afternoon before leaving to Jun and Wonwoo’s apartment. To make matters worse, Joshua told Hoshi that their trip was technology free so that they could “become spiritually woke.” So any hopes of calling for advice is hopeless.

Hoshi doesn’t understand why Kkuma hates him. He’s a very likeable guy, in his opinion. Bobpul (Mingyu’s dog) would never treat him like this.

“Kkuma, please!” he whines. “I’m standing up a date for this! Please spare me some mercy!” he cries out. The dog jumps up and barks repeatedly. He rubs his eyes over his face. “I don’t understand how something so tiny can make so much noise!”

He rubs his temples. “Okay. If I were Seungcheol, what would I do? Think like Seungcheol. What would Seungcheol do?” Hoshi pouts his lips, puffs out his chest and lowers his voice. “Yah! Kim Mingyu! Watch where you’re walking!” he imitates him from the thousands of times the group has hung out.

He holds the position for a couple of seconds before deflating. “I can’t even hear myself think!” he groans over the barking. “You haven’t even slept yet! Aren’t you tired?” Suddenly an idea pops into his mind.

“I know! Let’s go to the park! Maybe that’ll tire you out! Would you like that? Let’s go!” And they’re off within ten minutes.

It’s a nice day out, thankfully. Warm but not too hot. And though Kkuma is jumping with joy to be at the park, Hoshi thinks he’d rather be at home listening to the dog’s endless whining when he sees the grassy area is packed with couples having a picnic.

He can’t hate, honestly. Picnics are cliché and Hoshi is all for clichés. But it does remind him that today is Valentine’s day and he’s the only one here without somebody to hold hands with.

“Kkuma, you’ll be my Valentine. Right?” he asks as he unclips her leash. But sadly, the dog has other plans as she runs off to play with another dog.

He sighs, plopping down in the grass and picking at the blades. He can’t believe that Kkuma ditched him. After Hoshi bought a new frisbee just for them to play with! He’s deeply offended and will not let Seungcheol live it down when he comes back.

He gives up trying to braid the grass and leans back on his hands, watching the other couples and making up stories about them in their head. He guesses how they met, what their plans are for the day and almost plays it out like a movie in his head.

He’s contemplating becoming a director but then decides that’s too hard and decides maybe he should try writing fanfiction on Archive of Our Own. He’s already picking out his favorite ships from Monsta X when he suddenly hears a shriek from behind him.

“Oh no!” the person whines. “I can’t believe I stepped in dog-“

“Shit!” Hoshi pops up as he sees Kkuma standing at the sidewalk. He sees the disgruntled look on your face then looks down at Kkmua, who looks the happiest she’s been since Hoshi got her. “Hi!” he says rather worriedly. “I’m so sorry! This is my fault! I wasn’t watching Kkuma and to be honest, this dog kind of hates me but here!” He shoves a packet of tissues he had in his back pocket into your hands. “You can have these! Wait I think I have wet wipes in my bag. Just give me a second and,” he drops to his knees, fumbling with his backpack, “Kkuma is just a baby but I promise she’s not usually like this! She’s so well behaved but I think she has some kind of hidden agenda against me because her dad took me out to eat pork belly the other week. Oh! Here they are! Here, do you want me to wipe it off for you? I don’t mind! It’s my fault and plus, I’ve been picking up Kkuma’s dog poop all day. For somebody so small, she sure does poop a lot! And-“ Hoshi suddenly freezes, a heat rising up from the back of his neck onto his cheeks and into his ears.

Seriously?! he thinks. You seriously went on a rant about dog poop! Just when I thought I had some hope in you, Soonyoung, you prove me wrong again! You’re gonna die alone! You hear me? ALONE!

Hoshi slowly brings himself up from his kneeling position. “I mean...” he awkwardly laughs. And to his surprise, you laugh back. But not in a mocking way like people usually do. You seem genuinely amused by his rant.

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m over it,” you giggle. “I just have to be dramatic about it first.” Hoshi nods slowly, too scared to say anything else. “My names YN.”

“Soonyoung,” he bows slightly. “But my friends call me Hoshi.”

“Oh! Like tiger gaze?” you ask, making claws at him for emphasis.

“Oh! Uh! Exactly, actually!” he grins.

You nod. “I think I’ve heard of you actually,” you explain. “My friend works at Seventeen Dance Company and he’s always talking about his funny friend Hoshi.”

“Oh? Who’s your friend? I must know them!”

“It’s Minghao,” you reply. “I was actually on my way to his art exhibition.” Hoshi nods his head, understanding. “Were you not going to go?”

“Myungho doesn’t like when our friend group goes to his art exhibitions. We got fired after Mingyu had one too many drinks and started to strip talking about some ‘life imitates art’ while standing next to a bust.” His face flushes an even deeper red. “I’m sorry! I don’t know when to shut up sometimes. I’m not good at this.”

You shrug, “I’m having fun.”

“Really?” Hoshi gasps.

You nod. “Yeah. Now c’mon, give me those wet wipes. You’re gonna come with me to Hao’s event. He told me I can bring a plus one and the venue is pet friendly!”

-

“And that’d how I met YN!” Hoshi grins at the round table of his friends.

“I can’t believe romance movie enthusiast met the person of his dreams over dog poop,” Jeonghan scoffs. “I’m taking full credit for this relationship, by the way. I call best man at the wedding.”

“What? Why do you get credit?!” Seungkwan rebuttals.

“Because the weekend get away was my idea,” he smirks.

“Yeah well Kkuma is my dog so I should be the best man!” Seungcheol argues.

“Hold up. If it weren’t for me and Seungkwan making Hoshi a tinder, who knows what would’ve happened this weekend while he was avoiding us,” Dokyeom points outs out, crossing his arms.

“But Vernon and I were the ones who taught Seungkwan how to even use tinder!” Dino retorts.

Jun scoffs, “You guys wouldn’t even know what tinder was if it weren’t for me and Wonwoo.”

“But I’m his roommate so I get automatic best man rights,” Jihoon says.

“Yeah but YN is my friend and she was heading to my exhibition so by default, I’m going to be the best man because I didn’t even kick Hoshi out when he showed up.”

“Yeah, still offended,” Mingyu rolls his eyes. “How many times do I have to say sorry until you accept my apology?!”

“Until I’m not known as the artist who had a quote unquote ‘model’ take his clothes off in the middle of my show so that I could prove that life can imitate art!”

Hoshi shakes his head and laughs as the argument wages on with you tucked under his chin.

“Are they always like that?” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah but...I don’t think I’d trade them for the world,” Hoshi replies, smiling.

It’s right then and there that Hoshi decides that he has all the friends that he needs and for the sake of his sanity, he will have to keep them. They did, after all, lead them to you.

[soundofseventeen]

Our Dawn Is Hotter Than Day (Joshua Hong)

Summer seems to have arrived early in my little corner of the world, and with everything going on and how busy I’ve been, I realize just how much I miss my bias and Seventeen, but I guess in spite of everything, I’m happy and I’m very much in love with him.

Inspo: Our Dawn Is Hotter Than Day

Word count:1413

A content sigh left your lips as you took a moment to recognize and appreciate your surroundings. It had finally been warm enough to spend a lazy afternoon outdoors and with the smell of meat and wood burning and wafting through the air, it felt as though summer had arrived early. The slight breeze didn’t bother you even with the setting sun and you sipped at the sweet drink in your hand, enjoying the taste and lips nearly puckering at the tangy aftertaste. You called for the boys’ pups, not really caring who came to you first and fed each of them a piece of meat, scratching behind their ears lightly and your heart twinging with a hint of sadness when they begged you for more but you smiled nonetheless.

In front of you, Seokmin and Jeonghan were retelling an encounter that had happened many months ago, but their small audience loved hearing it and it never failed to make them laugh. They loved becoming method actors complete with unnecessary hand gestures and accents to complete their story, often breaking character to chide the other because of a missing detail or calling the other out because something didn’t happen. 

Junhui stood  behind the grill with Seungkwan occasionally sampling whatever was ready and voicing his opinion about the flavor. He’d feed a leftover to his elder who would nod in appreciation and you could swear he was mentally patting himself on the back for not only being the most beautiful visual in the band of brothers, but also the best at grilling. He caught you looking at him and clipped the tongs at you, winking because he had gotten caught in the act. You raised your drink at him, and after searching for his beer bottle, raised it at you and you drank at the same time. 

Out by the grass, Wonwoo and Chan were throwing water balloons at Hansol and Minghao who used water guns in some undeclared war and no one had a clue who was winning. The performance unit had inherited some kind of competitive thing, especially when they were on opposing teams so Chan and Hao took the hits and sprays on a personal level. You waved to get Wonwoo’s attention to aim for Vernon since he seemed more entertained by the fight and when Wonwoo ended up hitting Hansol square in the chest, it was all you could do not to double over in laughter at seeing the look of betrayal. Wonwoo flashed you a thumbs up and you raised your drink at him too and took another sip in a toast.

Soonyoung’s rambunctious laugh could be heard from inside, probably at something that Mingyu had said or possibly elaborated from the same story and you weren’t sure if the window was open or if he was that loud, but you almost covered your ears at the loudness. Mingyu’s cackles followed not long after the warm feeling in your chest returned because you weren’t the only happy one. And when a, “NO MINGYU,” sounded you actually let out a laugh as you pictured what could only happen in that kitchen.

Seungcheol gasped for breath at the peak of the story with Jihoon trying not to choke on his food as he searched for the soda to wash it down. Every so often they’d slap each other’s arms, trying to control the tears that threatened to flow. At one point, Jihoon with his mouth full of his drink ended up spitting it out right on Jeonghan’s bare feet and he fell off the chair, hugging his knees trying to muffle his laughter. 

At the end of the tale, Seokmin called for Mingyu and he arrived carrying the plastic plates and silverware, with Soonyoung at his heels holding a pair of speakers. The storytellers finally bowed dramatically and Seokmin helped Jihoon up to his feet. Soonyoung, after a moment of fiddling with his phone, found the perfect song and let the music fill any silence that may have carried over. He then ran back inside and came out with a bin that held water balloons and dumped them into the kiddie pool for Wonwoo and Chan to use.

Jeonghan used that time to ask Wonwoo for a water balloon and hurled it at Cheol who in turn threw his cup of water at him in retaliation. In that moment, Wonwoo threw another water balloon at Jeonghan who caught it easily and aimed again at the leader who fell back on the chair and scrambled to his feet. He ran to the boys who had the water guns and snatched one from Minghao away, also declaring war on Jeonghan. 

The water still dripped from your hair, a telltale sign that you had engaged in the water activities earlier, but stopping when you had gotten hungry and insisted on eating. The gazebo came along nicely and you commended Minghao for having such a sharp eye for this even if he did have help. The misters would eventually be put to good use, but not today and soon they’d all be smelling of smoke, water and sunscreen every time they got together. You stood up, gathering the empty plates and shoving them into a plastic bag to use as trash and offered refills to those who had finished drinking whatever they held.

Seventeen may have been multi millionaires, headlining world tours and appearing on every magazine that wanted them, but you found it endearing at how their favorite investments for the summer came in the form of plastic beach balls and slip ‘n slides which they would break out once the heat became too much to handle. Your favorite times with them came from whenever they dropped their masks even for the Going Seventeen episodes and had fun without the camera crews and makeup artists. 

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt at home, happy...alive and you could feel the tears prickle in your eyes at the realization. You didn’t think you could feel like this; a couple of years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it. You would’ve been holed up in your room, curled up on your bed refusing to interact with anyone and just let the negative words poison your brain. You have come a long way since then, and in moments like this, you were grateful you pulled through with life when it was easier to not.

You dropped back on the couch a little, falling comfortably into the boy who just draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him, not minding you were still damp. Without breaking the mini conversation with Seokmin, Joshua’s free hand searched for yours and entwined them. You know he didn’t know what you were thinking, but the little gesture filled your heart with lots of love and proved your point that maybe, just maybe you were designed to find joy and meaning in moments like this. Every bad day you had was worth it when things like this happened.

Even when the sun finally set, the boys still played with the water, refusing to call a truce; Junhui still threw more meat on the grill, meaning bigger portions of leftovers for breakfast; Seungkwan opened another bottle of beer; Soonyoung and Mingyu found some chalk and drew cartoons all over the ground, tracing around everyone’s feet; Seokmin skipped a few songs until he found the one he wanted; and Joshua? He continued to keep his hold on you, occasionally planting a kiss to your hair, somehow not getting enough contact. 

You were glad you stayed alive for this moment, especially when you snuggled into his chest and rested your head over his heart. It sped up a little and only when you breathed another sigh content did it slow down again. 

Spring was almost over but it brought life back with it, including yours and you could only guess what summer would bring. Seventeen would still be idols getting ready for their next comeback, and you’d still have to find the strength to get through some days, but you’d be okay with that because just like whenever the world seemed to be falling apart or just like now when all the boys who were playing with the water guns and water balloons forged an alliance and turned against you and decided to hose you down...

Joshua would not pull away from you and still hold your hand.

[leejeongz]

PETTY

genre: fluff w a tiny bit of angst, enemies to lovers

member: treasure’s jihoon

word count: 2.3k

never in your life had you realised how much you hated biology until you had to study the carbon cycle, which is pretty ironic considering you cared so much about the environment. you could tell your classmates felt the same way too, most of them were doodling or whispering or just generally looking like they’d rather be anywhere else.

“i’m not sure you’re all getting this” your teacher realised, giving up on her powerpoint and going to sit down “how about you tell me what the carbon cycle is. this can go towards your grade, this can be your presentation!” she got more excited with every word coming out of her mouth “present to me the carbon cycle! this time next week, dress nice, it's going to be recorded. okay, you can leave early for today, gives you more time to work on the presentation” she smiled sarcastically, dismissing you all.

dumping all of your stuff into your backpack, you sighed rather loudly. you teacher looked over towards you, the teacher you could have murdered right now. “i hope i get to hear that volume from you during your presentation y/n” she joked. she was a nice lady, well she was usually nice to you, you had a similar sense of humour, but she could be lazy at times, maybe it was because she’d already got her qualifications, as she kept reminding you all.

“hurry up” you looked up to see your seatmate haruto had waited for you and was planning on walking home with you.

both of you were pretty puzzled by the task since your teacher had told you nothing and so you decided to sit in the library until the end of the school day, trying to figure out what was going on, rather than going home and winging it.

“i mean, i think i get it now” he announced, looking up from his book which he secretly had hidden his phone in “i’d help you but i don’t want our presentations to be so similar that mrs ‘i’m too lazy to teach you anything so do it yourself’ thinks we copied from each other”

you gave him a dirty look, knowing he was joking. “well then maybe i will no longer be your seatmate, no more cute stationery for you, unlucky pal”.

“now now, don’t be too hasty” he said while packing his things up once again “my friend said he can help you”.

Haruto had been obsessed with setting you up these days, ever since you told him you were ready for a relationship, he’d been trying to make one happen. now was the perfect opportunity to hook you up with yet another one of his friends, it was an unlikely relationship, he thought, but who knows.

“who? which boy is it this time? do you even have any friends left?” you asked.

“his name is jihoon, he got an A* for biology so i think he’s qualified enough to teach you.” he presented to you his phone with a picture of him on it.

you knew exactly who he was talking about. park jihoon. the name sent shivers down your spine. he was the head boy at your school when you first moved there. you had such bad memories of him. he once “accidentally” spilled water all over your work in the library, he always told you off for your uniform being “a mess” even though it was always immaculate, you saw him litter on numerous occasions and to make things worse, he tried to a rumour that your old school had lice and that you’d probably brought them with you. luckily not many people believed him, a lot of people shared the same opinion as you: there was just no way he was a nice guy.

“yeah, i don’t think it’s gonna happen” you scratched the back of your head “people whose name start with j… i’ve been warned about them”

“literally shut up that’s the most pathetic excuse i've ever heard. i’ve just sent you his address and he’s already agreed”

you couldn’t really not go now… you weren’t a bad person like jihoon was so you didn’t want to let anyone down. you put on your school hoodie and some leggings in a rush to get to jihoon’s house on time, it was the other side of the city and you didn’t want to be late, especially considering how bad the bus service was.

when you arrived, you suddenly remembered how attractive this boy was and it made you even more unwilling to knock on his door, how could someone so mean be blessed with such a nice face? before you even had the chance to consider knocking, a smiling young boy answered the door.

“hi! i’m-“ he stopped, making eye contact with you for the first time. he stood tall in what you presumed was a new sweatshirt and jeans, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. “you? you want my help? is this some kind of joke?” he scoffed “i guess you can come in” he shut the door behind you while whispering “the audacity” under his breath.

you sat on his scratch free leather sofa, it was brown and matched perfectly with the freshly decorated living room, you gathered he’d just moved there, probably his first house. you thought it was funny how his cute hello kitty socks really juxtaposed the whole vibe of the house, a small smile forming on your face. you were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t even realise he’d asked you a question.

“did i say you could sit down?” he asked sternly. you never really knew what you did wrong to him, you just kind of… accepted it.

“right yes sorry” you stood up and awkwardly adjusted the hem hoodie. “uhh so it’s on the carbon cycle and i have no clue-“

“i know what it’s on you idiot, i wasn't gonna agree if i didn’t, was i?” he interrupted “well are you gonna sit down then?” he asked only to receive an eye roll from you as you sat down again.

you placed your bag next to you and pulled out your laptop. positioning it on his coffee table, you failed to notice jihoon had already left the room.

“what’s that?” he asked, placing two glasses of juice on the table “is it from the 90s?” he asked, following it up with an extremely condescending laugh.

you looked up at him, the heat radiating off your face resulting from a mixture of anger and sadness. “what did i do? why have you hated me since day one huh?” you finally snapped, it’s a shame jihoon barely heard you though.

“i’m gonna presume you asked why i hate you and the answer is” he cleared his throat “your old school”.

your face had definitely cooled down by this point “my old school?” you laughed.

“as head boy it was pretty much my job to hate any other school and the students there, just a shame you were one i guess” he confessed, his stern face softened as he spoke. “it was petty really, but petty is my middle name so what can i say?”

“i can tell” you responded, eyes narrowing as a sarcastic smile formed on your face. “shall we get to work now?” you asked, not wanting to waste any more time with him because somehow it made it even worse that the reason he hated you was just your old school.

“oh did he not tell you?” you looked at him puzzled and shook your head. “tonight we were just supposed to get acquainted because i don’t have much time, i’m going out later and i want to look fresh for the ladies.” he pulled twice on his sweatshirt, that typical cliche “cool guy” action just suited him for some reason. “so we have like 3 hours that’s all.”

“what, 3 hours won’t be enough to complete this?” you could have cried thinking about it, throwing your head back when you saw that jihoon had shook his head. “i’m gonna have to come over again aren’t i?” you asked, dreading the answer you already knew you were going to receive.

“fraid so” he responded.

it took some time, but you finally came around to the idea, not that you had a choice, you couldn’t do this without him. you reached into your bag once again, this time pulling out your metal straw and placing it into the orange beverage on the table.

“ooo fancy” jihoon cooed, eyes following your hands. “let me get mine” he got up, dashing to the kitchen and returning with his pink, silicone straw. “save he turtles, am i right?” you naturally laughed along with him which you soon stopped when you realised you were joking? with park jihoon?

throughout the next half an hour there were countless incidents which were similar, only you’d begun to let yourself laugh. were you maybe finally starting to like this boy too? this is the closest you’d ever felt to liking one of haruto’s friends, it just felt weird that it had to be him.

as if on queue, you received a phone call from haruto. you answered sheepishly, not wanting to distract jihoon who was now intensely staring at his phone as if he was waiting for an important message. “hey ruto, can you text me instead?” you requested. before he could answer, you put the phone down. a few seconds later your phone chimed.

ruto 🍩: how is it going? made any moves yet? i mean done any work yet? ;)

you tutted as you read the message which caught jihoons attention. “what is it?” he inquired, getting out of his chair and moving your bag. he sat down right next to you and peeked over your shoulder. the intimacy was nice, you didn’t like that it was nice, but it was.

“a little privacy please?” you moved your phone from his eye line and turned to face the other way.

you: i kind of like him ya know? it’s too early to tell. i mean i don’t hate him now i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

swoosh, away your message went. had you really just told him that you liked someone you used to hate?

ruto 🍩: interesting… i’ll have a word with him.

a certain panic set in, but you couldn’t do anything about it when you heard a beeping noise coming from jihoon’s kitchen. you suspected it was a fire alarm, the way he abruptly got up and rushed in there.

“it’s ruined” he shouted, there was a hint of anger in his voice that seemed familiar. you hesitantly walked towards his kitchen and asked what he’d supposedly ruined. “nothing it’s nothing, just go back and start working, we can do it in 2 hours if you work fast. are you capable of that?”. the soft jihoon that you were just getting used to had suddenly disappeared, it felt like a kick in the stomach and you knew your presentation wasn’t gonna be great now.

for the next hour or so you worked tirelessly on the presentation, now making a poster instead of a powerpoint since what jihoon wanted to do, you HAD to do right now. there was undiable tension in the air, neither of you wanted to talk about it but it didn’t stop you from being curious. an occasional phone buzz broke the silence, but neither of you checked your notifications. not until you once again threw yourself back into his sofa, this time your head was in your hands. you understood nothing going on in your poster and the “help” you were getting was minimal.

jihoon grabbed his phone, not really sure on what to do when he saw you.

haruto: yes jihoon, they like you now make your move

haruto: bro… ur silence is concerning what’s going on there?

he gently placed his phone on the glass table, slightly moving the oversized poster, brushing your leg as it moved and catching your attention.

he stood up from the carpet and sat beside you.

“i’m sorry i flipped like that on you” he whispered while his hand made its way to your knee. “we can come back to it tomorrow” he glanced at you.

“wont you be hungover, or won’t you be trying to shoo away some one night stand? i know your type” you sniffled through tears. no one had seen you cry before but for some reason you didn’t feel embarrassed.

“well actually i’ve decided to not go out tonight. i have a netflix account that isn’t getting used and i was wondering” he started, shuffling closer to you “if you wanted to watch something with me? you know, just to take your mind off things” his eyes widened looking back at the disastrous poster in front of him.

“maybe” you thought for a while, remembering what haruto said he was gonna do and realising he’d probably done it “on one condition” you smirked.

“what is it?” he flirted, prepared to do anything for you. by now he’d somehow managed to wrap his arm around your shoulders too, just adding to the ambiance he’d created in 0.2 seconds.

“tell me what you ruined in the kitchen” you begged.

“it was-“ he paused for a second, wondering if he should tell you or just show you. he pulled his arm from around you and quickly went to get the tray from the kitchen. “i attempted to bake some cookies in the shape of clouds and the sea and cows, but as you can see they are definitely not medium rare, more well done i’d say. i was thinking we could have filmed a little video with them tomorrow or something when they were cool as your presentation. kinda glad they burnt, why would i want to waste such a good idea on you” he emphasised the “you” and faked heaved, a teasing tone evident in his voice.

“we could still ice them or paint them or something” you enthused.

“anything to spend more time with me, huh?” he teased further, foreshadowing the future of your relationship with each other.

🔅please let me know what you think about this! i’m not really confident posting it so any feedback would be much appreciated! i also just wanna say that the character i made up for jihoon does not reflect him as a person! i’m sure he’s not an evil person irl i just wrote this for entertainment🔅

[inbloomingwithlove]

treasure imagine: what jihoon would be like when he’s feeling upset 

-requested by anon.

thank you anon. hope you enjoy :)I tried to make this both my opinion and an imagine 🤍

you had been noticing for a few days now that jihoon had been  acting a bit different but 

because  jihoon is known to be  a happy virus and is constantly making the members laugh

you know that usually  when he is  upset he finds  it hard to tell people 

being one of the leaders in treasure, jihoon was used to people coming to him when they’re sad 

and because of this he’s really good at pretending that everything is fine 

however you notice when suddenly his not making any jokes and only laughing in the background 

you notice when at dinner he gives up almost all his food to the members because they ‘look like they’re not eating well’

and finally you notice when he begins to slowly pick at himself and his performance. remarking that he doesn’t look as cool as the other members 

you notice all these emotions and while you two are alone you go up to him and back hug him. 

feeling his warmth surround you 

‘ what’s this for angel’ he whispers 

‘ nothing, i just feel like you’re going through something and i want you to know its gonna be ok’ you mumble into his back ‘ whatever it is’

you could feel him taking a deep breath and you could tell that he was beginning to relax in your touch 

he bought his hands to meet yours 

‘thank you angel, i-im just tired i guess’ he says 

his voice sounding strained and weak 

you knew that eventually he would tell you what’s borthering him and didn’t want to force him so you softly say 

‘ it’s ok, you’re working hard these days. lets just  stay like this for a while okay”