#mingyu i am not strong enough to have you on my mind this much can you please put your pretty smile AWAY]

[vcrnons]

i’m not taking questions at this time i would just like to be left to suffer

bonus:

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

i saw your skz hand rating(which i completely agree with btw but the pics of their hands made me–*gunshot*)

anyways!! decided to ruin myself further and ask you if you could do one for svt? i know it'll be a lot harder since they’re 13 so feel free to ignore this if you don't want to!!

I needed to supply the visual aids lol. Funnily enough, after answering the Stray Kids one, I started thinking about how I'd rank Seventeen. Thanks for reading my mind lmao.

Going to put the actual ranking under the readmore but a few things:

1. I am deeply indecisive. This was very hard lol and will likely change but, this is my very tentative ranking for now.

2. I realised with the Stray Kids one that I have two criteria I unconsciously use. The Stray Kids ones was just vibes lol and not as bad because there are only 8 members. However, I realised I based these rankings off of 1. Attractiveness and 2. Aesthetics. That's why Jeongin was so high despite me not viewing him sexually. The man has pretty ass hands.

3. I can only post 10 pictures a post so, I'll reblog this and add the last 3 members as well as visual aids for them too.

Let's get into it.

1. Joshua

I hate myself. I have nothing to say.

I'm joking. However, this is pure horniness I'm not even going to pretend. I think I'm just so viscerally attracted to his hands that it negates every other criteria and everyone elses' hands. That's really it lol.

2. Jeonghan

I think putting him this high is going to surprise a lot of people and mayhaps even be controversial. However, I think Jeonghan's hands are massively slept on. I think they're so beautiful and, I think the way his fingertips bend is fascinating. Elegant hands for a beautiful man. Very fitting.

3. Minghao

Another potentially controversial placement. Minghao is the marriage of my opinion on Josh's hands and my opinion on Jeonghan's hands. I think his hands are really pleasing to look at but, they're also very, very hot to me. Based on my Stray Kids ranking, I seem to have an affinity for long fingers/big hands generally lol and, it likely shows.

4. DK

Very strong contender for most beautiful hands in the whole group. I already knew when I thought about this that he'd be at least top 5, and I was correct lol. I honestly don't have much to say, I think his hands are gorgeous.

5. Woozi

I remember Hon (a mutual of mine) saying she was attacked by his hands and, I understand why. Another strong contender for most beautiful hands in the whole group. I honestly haven't paid much attention to his hands but, after today I definitely will.

6. S.Coups

Shoutout to my man for making it to the top 6 lol. Okay so, I actually have very similar feelings about Josh and Cheol's hands BUT I do think Josh's are a tad more aesthetically pleasing. Cheol still has that massive hands appeal that makes me want him carnally though. Oh, I've also noticed thick fingers tend to be a plus in my book so, that partly explains why he's so high too.

7. Seungkwan

I can already feel tomatoes coming because I ranked him so low. HEAR ME OUT. Another member of the most beautiful hands in the group committed but, I think where I appreciate them a tonne aesthetically, the carnal appeal isn't there as much I think? That's the best wai I can think to explain it. Still has stunning ass hands though.

8. Mingyu

Honestly don't have much to say. Very similar thoughts as Cheol actually. I like big hands lol and he had the thick fingers going for him too.

9. Wonwoo

Ngl, I think this is where my opinions on the members hands get a bit same-y so, apologies in advance for that. Wonwoo's hands are fine. They're not bad by any means but, I guess I just don't have a real reason to put him above everyone else listed so far?

10. Jun

Similar sentiments to Wonwoo. I think why I might have put Wonwoo's a little higher is because his hands look slightly bigger lol but, honestly the gap between Jun and Wonwoo is pretty minimal.

[sighingsiren-tales]

3 is never a crowd

So, I am going through my list and revamping some stories 

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I trudge from over from my home office to the door, mumbling an “I'm coming” to whoever is on the other side. 

The knocking on my door did not subside but, in fact, continued loudly. I smoothed away the stray curls sticking to my forehead; They somehow made their way out of the confines of the tight bun long enough for me to remark that the dye was fading. I nearly trip over a stack of books and papers on my way to the front door which earns the sheets of paper a huff of irritation. I give the living room a quick scan, the disorganization and chaos of the last few months clearly evident; there was no way to hide it 

When the pounds on wood became accompanied with rings of my doorbell, I let out a low growl of frustration, much louder than the huff. The sheer lack of patience of whoever was on the other side of the door is infuriating to say the least. Opening the door with the full intent of giving whoever was on the other side the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, I was surprised to see my wingmen there, both sprouting new looks and wardrobes. The surprise easily gives way to happiness, a slow smile coming across my lips as realization dawns on me: How long has it been since I've seen these two? Five months, maybe 6? Taming my excitement best I could, I step aside to let them in. The strong and sexy scent of Mingyu breezes right past me; I have no time to sit on its complexity as Wonwoo’s scent is next to come by. The subtle and yet sensual combination paralyzes me momentarily, leaving me at the door for a bit longer than necessary. 

I close it as quickly as my senses let me. I let my mind wander over to my Armin and my Eren. I haven’t seen them in quite some time and the time passed is etched into their features.

Wonwoo ditched his chocolate brown locks for a gorgeous pitch-black mane and, looking over at Mingyu, I saw he ditched his dark tresses for a radiant golden color. Both styled in a windblown mess away from their face

“Hey guys I didn't know you we-” 

“Stop”.

I pause and raise a brow. Wonwoo and I lock eyes. 

“Why are you still in your work clothes? Don’t you get off at 4:45?” Wonwoo’s voice always came across as something directly out of a sex dream, deep and smooth without an ounce of effort. 

But his concerned and skeptical tone overshadows his involuntary sexy undertones. 

He looks down to his watch; How he tells the time amidst all the stones is beyond me. 

“It’s 8:43 angel”. 

Shit, has it been that long? I look down to myself, pausing so I can regard my appearance for a moment. Still in my white long button up, first few buttons undone, my dark green pants molding to my lower curves with my once neat bun now an unruly mess of curls barely contained with a hair tie. 

It was only then that I began to notice just how much my spacious apartment looked exactly like that of a workaholic; The coffee cups, the disheveled stacks of paper, open notepads, scattered pens with laptop and monitor on with multiple tabs open.

 I closed my eyes momentarily in an attempt to gather my bearings. Waving, a hand flippantly - a physical gesture attempting to explain myself. 

“Yeah, I uh, I had some shit to sort out at work.” I began in an even tone, picking up the discarded coffee cups and throwing them away. 

“Understatement” Mingyu spoke in an accusatory tone while he gathered a few coffee cups as well. 

I rolled my eyes pointedly, aligning the stray papers so they were in a neat stack, as well as closing the notepads. Once satisfied with the living room, I made it over to my bedroom, trying to grab my laptop. Just as I grab the MacBook, it’s snatched from reach. 

I turn quickly, ready to grab my device but my next sentence and quite possibly my heart’s life span was cut short when I realized how close Mingyu was to my face. It was much closer than he was a few moments ago; I did not even hear him follow me to my room. He was barely 2 inches from my face, he was quiet, but his face was set in obvious disapproval. With a quick survey, I realized Wonwoo was leaning casually against the doorframe while Mingyu was in my face. I turn my attention back to Mingyu who is carefully inspecting my face. I raise an eyebrow at his quiet actions.

“Can I help you?”.

He pauses a moment, as if contemplating what he is going to say. 

“When was the last time you went anywhere other than work since the breakup?” His question, blunt as ever, makes me flinch as if he had hit me. 

I see his eyes soften sadly at my reaction. I let the slight pang in my heart pass, regaining composure as quickly as I can. I make sure that my face is devoid of any detectable emotion before I speak.

“Excuse you?” My offended tone betrays my emotionless expression.

Truth is, I was horribly offended; They all knew what he meant to me, Mingyu and Wonwoo in particular. They watched me fall in love with a man that I gave my heart to, unreservedly and without judgement. Only for it to all mean nothing in the end. All that, just for my love and affection to amount to sand slipping through my fingers. 

How could-no. How dare he just walk in here and criticize my handling one of the most traumatic experiences of my life? Best friend or not, boundaries exist. And at present, the immediate interrogation conjures up untamable ghosts of the past with emotions I can barely control. It made me feel uncomfortably vulnerable though I suppose that is how Mingyu questions those he cares for. Come to think of it, Mingyu was always like that; a bit loud, a bit brash, something akin to the energy of a giant puppy who meant well but did not always know how to execute the intent. However insightful the knowledge may be, his statement still causes me to narrow my eyes and take a step back from him, crossing my arms over my chest. 

Old defensive habits die hard.

“I don't know who the hell you think you are nearly breaking down my door and then having the audacity to demand details of my personal life” I spoke slowly, irritably. 

He snorts. 

“I would hardly call that breaking down your door. Though, I do have probable cause”. 

Heat rushed from the pit of my stomach to my ears, and I chuckle out of sheer nervous, angry habit. I take a step forward.

“If you have nothing Mingyu, you have the fucking audacity” My voice is low, dangerous, perhaps, a subtle warning to it.

He throws the laptop onto the bed, now out of view. I move to see if it had bounced off the bed onto destruction, but Mingyu blocks my view. I met his eyes, incredulously. His stare held a dare that said challenge me. His eyebrow raised, daring me to defy him. 

“Move” I huff, attempting to storm off, away from him. 

He takes my wrist in his fingers, spinning me around to face him once more. 

“I am trying to help you. You’re making it hard”. 

I glare at him from my place inches below him. Mingyu was always a hot head, and a sensitive hot head at that; An insane contradiction in itself. He can be quick to anger but over sensitive issues more than anything else. My temper, in contrast, is a slow burn with a slow tongue until my ore is fired. 

“If I may” I feel hands on my shoulders. 

The movement of his fingers are subtle, but I feel my shoulders release their tension. 

I am more than thankful for the distraction he provides. 

“He thinks he's your best friend, as do I. Correct us if we're wrong” Wonwoo’s smooth, low and deep voice forces me to relax almost instantaneously, the low timbre causing pleasant vibrations against my back. 

He begins massaging with more pressure, melting away the pent-up stress and knots accumulated in my shoulders. The sigh of pleasure I let out is palpable before leaning back onto his chest completely as he worked out the knots of tension. 

“Mm, you're not wrong” I hummed, letting my eyes flutter closed as the dynamic of our friendship weaves itself.

This was always how it had been:  Mingyu and I would get a bit too intense, a bit too heated and Wonwoo, ever so calm and collected, would defuse whatever the situation was. Mingyu and I were both stubborn, hardheaded who went at it relentlessly, one of the qualities that actually made him my best friend. However, I befriended Wonwoo for the opposite reason; he was calm, levelheaded and almost always collected. Wonwoo always helped to ground us; He kept us calm and stable. Wonwoo appealed to my outer shell and Mingyu appealed to my inner passionate side. The comparison of our personalities continues as Wonwoo subtly directs me over to the edge of my bed and sits me down as he continues to massage my shoulders. 

“That feels good” I hum, tilting my head back as the message continues. 

I hear Wonwoo chuckle adorably. 

“Yeah?” He gives my shoulders a lovely squeeze. 

“Glad you like it darling” his voice was closer now, so I could marvel at the bass in it. 

I couldn't shake the thought of a double meaning behind his words; No matter how outrageous it sounded; I took his statement as vaguely sexual. 

Then again, maybe I was just stressed and the notion of dick solving my emotional turmoil rears its ugly head once more. 

This is fine, I can keep myself in check; It is just a friendly massage. 

Or at least, that’s what I thought before I felt the smooth palms of someone's hands traveling up my calf.  Almost all remaining tension leaves my body. 

“How long has it been since you've been out?” Mingyu’s smooth melodic voice came through, reiterating the former question, much softer and sweeter than before.

My face burns with embarrassment.

“A while” I mumble candidly. 

It is quiet for a moment, Wonwoo’s fingers drop down to my back. 

“Come out with us” Wonwoo rumbled in my ear just as Mingyu’s hands traveled higher, toward my knee. 

The pressure that he uses when his hands scaled down my leg was perfect. It combined the right amount of intensity and pressure without being overbearing, kind of like him. 

“Where to?” I ask in a slight daze, my eyes closed.

I wasn't fully aware of much at the moment and the lack of stimulation was damn near orgasmic.

“Some club that Hansol found. It’s not too far of a drive. Come out with us, please” Mingyu’s sweet, pleading tone combined with the two amazing masseuses that I had for best friends was almost enough to convince me. 

Almost being the operative word. It was not until Wonwoo lets out a low ‘please’ against my ear that I give them my answer: A very pleasure filled ‘yes’ is exactly what they wanted to hear. Or so, I assume. 

“I'll go run her bath” Mingyu offers, his slight grunts the only sounds as he gets up off of the floor. 

He gives my calf a sweet squeeze before my lips touch my cheek and I give a lazy smile at what I knew was Mingyu’s verbless apology. 

“It's ok Gyu, I know you just wanted to help”. 

I made sure to listen for his retreating footsteps toward my bathroom. Just as the bath water began to run, I hear Wonwoo let out a sharp exhale. 

“What do you suggest I do with you two?” he sighs good naturedly, leaning down closer to my neck as his arms wrap around my shoulders. 

“My advice? Keep doing what you're doing” I mumble happily, leaning back against the firm plane of his chest. 

“Your shoes better not be on my fucking bed. I sleep there” I huff as an afterthought.

He let out another low chuckle, this one slightly less innocent. 

“Judging by the knots in your shoulders, you should be doing something else on this bed, yeah?”. 

At that deep raspy statement my eyes snap open, my head turning to look at the smug Jeon above me. My chuckle is anxious.

“I beg your fuckin pardon?”.

Despite my tone, in the back of my mind, was a burning question I could not ignore: “Did he want to fill that role for me?”. 

“I’m sure you know how to please yourself” He spoke offhandedly, letting his hands drop from my shoulders to my arms. The excitement and slight disappointment that settled in my stomach reminded me of another sharp contradiction between the two. My big puppy Gyu loved to please those he loved; he loved to please, and my mind wandered to other ways in which that was true. My guard dog, Wonwoo, on the other hand, liked to wound someone up, My opinion? He relished in making them work for the answer but would never tell you information directly. My mind was going to unnecessary places; unnecessary, dark, sexual places. (Un)Fortunately, Wonwoo’s voice pulled me out of the dark recesses of my mind while intriguing the thoughts that haunt them all at once.

“Or”.

A pregnant pause. 

“Simply ask someone to help you”.

I turn around fully, to face him. His eyes were dark but the slight smile that played on his lips was something sinful. A breathless chuckle. 

“And how do you suggest I do that?”. 

 He shrugs before bringing a hand up to my curls. 

“It’s simple, really,” he began.

I did my best to hide the hitch in my breath when he pulled my hair from its confines. His dark eyes watch the curls fall around my shoulders, but his face gives no indication of any of his inner desires or thoughts, if any; He just scans me. 

I feel as if I am under scrutiny. His fingertips go from the ends of my curls to the back of my neck, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers gently tangle themselves in the hair at the nape of my neck. 

“You lean in close” He pulls me slowly, leaning in but coming to a stop a few centimeters away from my lips. 

He let his other hand skim my collarbones before two fingers barely brushed the curves of my breasts. 

I say his name; Why? I couldn’t tell you. He looks at me and an emotion I’ve never seen dances in his eyes.

“And you say” his gaze flickers to my lips.

“I would really love to have you in my bed” My gaze is only on his lips for a second before I lift it and find his eyes looking directly into mine

“And on my kitchen table” He came closer, his voice lowering a bit as his gaze flickered momentarily between my lips and chest. 

“And my counter” He undid a button on my shirt, a better peak of cleavage coming into view. 

His lips were now a hair away from mine, his breath fanning my lips as his voice lowered to a deeper octave, barely above a whisper. 

“And the walls of my shower”. 

In a suave motion, he came closer, his lips brushing mine but in a way in which we weren’t 

technically kissing yet. He did not move, nor did I, but the heat of his breath on my lips was almost too much to bear.

“Do something” I whisper.

 His eyes were still open, his gaze flickering between my eyes and my lips more rapidly now.  He let his tongue dart out, tracing a straight, slow line down my bottom lip. 

The tension as well as the heat in the room rose exponentially. On instinct, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, my tongue swiping over the part he licked. He chuckled in turn.

“How do I taste?” He teased in a low tone, his head dipping so low I could feel his breath on my chest. 

“Sweet. Intoxicating” I did not need to think of descriptors, they were right there on the tip of my tongue. I thread a hand through his soft locks slowly before letting my hand fall to his bicep. 

“Do something” I repeated, a bit more desperation in my voice than before.

When did I become an on-call slut?

The man in question raises his head, bringing his lips back to their original distance, much to my dismay.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was only demonstrating”. 

Within a few seconds, he was back to calm and collected. Perfect timing seeing as Mingyu breezes back into the room. With some difficulty, I school my face into neutrality, readying myself to take the hand he was offering out to me with a heart melting smile. 

“C’mon. You’re overdue for a bath”. 

I chuckle, taking his hand. 

“Are you saying I stink?”.

I force myself to rise from my place on my bed, walking over to Mingyu as I fought with myself not to look back at Wonwoo.

Mingyu shrugs and gives a quick tilt of his head.

“Just a little”.

I snort in response as I make it to the door. 

“Make sure you relax” Wonwoo’s voice calls out as we round the corner.

Ater what you just did?

We made our way to the bathroom in comfortable silence before Mingyu tugs on my hand, stopping me. I’m pulled into a tight hug before I can refuse; Arms wound around my shoulders so I’m resting comfortably against his chest. I wrap my arms around his midsection just as he mumbles an apology into my hair.

“I know things are hard Angel, but I haven’t seen you in weeks. I was worried, shit, both of us were”. 

It’s quiet for a moment. 

“It’s fine, I just need to go out tonight” I mutter against his shirt. 

He pulls away from the hug, tugging on a dark colored curl gently and letting it bounce. 

“You look nice with your hair down” He compliments, his voice sounding almost timid. 

I simply smile at him, hoping it would simultaneously show my thanks and hide my sexual frustration. 

“Make sure you relax. I’m serious”. 

I nod and give a mock salute to which he giggles. Upon entering the bathroom, I nearly melt at the effort Mingyu put into the preparation. I could smell the vanilla and lavender bath salts soaking in the water; The white foam of the bubbles rising from the tub. When the door closed, I realized I was alone with my thoughts as I was before they barged in. I sigh in relief, replaying the last few moments over and over again as I undress. I leave my clothes on the floor in a crumpled heap before walking over to the water and sinking into it. I let out a slight moan of pleasure at the calming heat of the water, letting my head loll back. This is peaceful, the stress of the day melts away. My eyes close.

“And the walls of my shower”. 

In a moment, all I can see is flashes of his body, bare and wet. It is the only thing keeping me pressed against the slippery dark tile of my shower. His wet hair in his eyes, muscles flexed.

My eyes open. I regard my surroundings.

My hands make their way up my sides, my arms wrapping around my body. I felt oddly aware of the fact that the arms were my own, and not another's.

My fingers resting on my arms felt nothing like his; They were too light; they did not have purpose or enough weight. 

I found my fingers trailing down the space in between my breasts, resting lightly on my stomach as I had no idea of what to do next. The desire he built in me was a slow but pointed burn that needed to be addressed, quickly. I let my fingers trail below my belly button, running them up my slit and gasping quietly at the sensation. The gasp quickly runs into a sigh of pleasure as I realize just how long it had been. 

I let myself feel. 

The sloshing of water and my own quiet moans, the only sounds in the room. My fingers did nothing like what I believe his could have; The pressure and the way they worked the tension out of my shoulders had me wondering if his fingers could make my toes curl in a different way. His tongue was already honeyed, sinful and soothing as it was. I wondered if it would be just as effective in other places. My fingers hesitate before they reach their destination; A loud gasp fills the room. I force myself to be still immediately, a bit too embarrassed of what to do next. 

Wonwoo’s words, or rather the insinuations of, guide me as I curl my finger. I let out a loud moan, I don’t recognize the sound. I still once more, pausing to see if anyone heard me. When the satisfying silence came as a response, I continued in slow languid motions that drew long moans from my throat as well as a name. 

His name was followed by two knocks at the door, causing me to still. 

“Impeccable timing, I was just about to call for you. We leave for the club in an hour, give or take”. 

“Y-yeah” My voice cracks. 

I can’t imagine feeling more embarrassed than this; Heat burns my cheeks. 

“Sounds good”. 

I hear him chuckle, mumbling a ‘good’ through the barrier of the door. I let out a sigh of relief, letting my head fall back onto the smooth curve of the porcelain tub. His voice shatters my illusion. 

“Don’t take too long. If you’re unsure of where to go, you can always ask for my help” He pauses for a moment.

“Directly, this time. Just remember what I told you.” And, with that, his footsteps retreated and faded down the hallway. 

Fuck.

[nihyunluvskookie]

my lil universe

“mingyu one shot”

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x female reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Warnings: mention of pregnancy 

Word count: 1.6 K

A/N: this idea suddenly popped in my mind, i wonder how happy would be mingyu and he will be a great dad, I just known it. Hope you all enjoy reading this~

Happy reading <3

I kissed her forehead, “you know I am so happy” and tugged her hair strands falling on her face, she was facing me. “I love you so much” she smiled and held my hand which was resting on her cheeks, “I love you too, that’s why don’t worry too much, your mum will be here from today and you can go and live in dorms for few days. I know it will be a bit hard but, you know I am strong and I will never come in between your work life mingyu, never” I kissed her again.

“You need to call me, if anything happens, I will come running to you,” she nodded in my embrace. she took my hand, which was on her cheeks to her stomach, the bump, I could feel it “baby’s happy mingyu, so don’t worry too much”

“your due date is this week, and I’ve concert for two days this week, I won’t be able to take care of you” I was feeling sorry towards her, because of the concert, I have to go back to dorm, because of the tight schedule and since last two weeks I could barely be with her, thanks to my sister, who was here and my mum will be coming here tomorrow. During these weeks I couldn’t be with her, I can’t do anything because of the tight schedule and she understands it. I want to give her all the love, and happiness and of course to our precious baby.

“thank you so much for everything Emmi” I kissed her,

“Mingyu, you are with me, I can never ask for anything more, I know you’re busy but you are taking care of me, all these days, you took care of my weird cravings, my rants, my neverending mood swings and everything, how can I thank you enough.” She looked at me with her lovely eyes, “love, that’s my job, to take care of you. There’s a part of me inside you, and you’re my responsibility” I pecked her. She smiled at me again, “now get some sleep, I will have to go early morning tomorrow” she nodded and we cuddled all night.

[Present]

“What are you thinking Mingyu?” I looked at Dokyeom, “about Emmi” I sighed, I haven’t seen her since Sunday, it was Sunday morning when I left home and the last text I sent was the day before yesterday, I am so worried about her. “Emmi? Don’t worry, idiot she will be okay and both your sister and mother are with her. Call her today after concert ends, it’s our last day.”

“Yes!”

“Don’t be worried and enjoy our last day” he smiled at me, he’s right, I missed CARATs so much, so we will do our best today.

[After Ending-ment]

I went to backstage, everyone was so exhausted, so was I.

“MINGYU!! MINGYU!!” I heard Myungho’s voice as soon I sat down on the couch, I didn’t even had the energy to reply him back.

“MINGYUUU!” I heard him again, I know he will come to me anyway. There was a water bottle in front of me, I took it. “YAH KIM MINGYU REPLY HIM” I looked at Seungcheol, he gave him a look, “KIM MINGYU” I heard Dokyeom this time, what’s wrong with these two. They never shout like this. I drank water and got up, “what happened myungho” I was about to walk out of the room, and felt a tight hug. I was surprised for a second, what happened to him.

“Where is your phone?” he released me and asked me, “I don’t know, what’s wrong??” I panicked, I had no idea what’s going on, everyone in the room got tensed and Myungho was not saying a single thing to me. I started searching for my phone, “call me anyone,” “I am trying, and I think it’s on silent or DND mingyu” Woozi hyung said, I was about to throw my hands, everyone started searching for my phone. “Mingyu calm down” I heard Shua hyung, “I AM TRYING”

“Mingyu hyung your phone was in the bag” Dino, handed me the phone, I unlocked it quickly. I saw 10 missed calls from my sister, 5 from my mum and 15 missed calls from Emmi. I was getting tense, I have no idea, I walked towards Myungho, “why were you searching for me?” and showed him my phone

“CONGRATULATIONS MINGYU, YOU’RE A DAD” I froze, the moment I heard his voice, I couldn’t heard anything else, I felt like I was dreaming. “your sister called me from Emmi’s phone, since you weren’t picking up the call, she called me just before we did our ending-ment and I was trying to tell you since then but being the big boy you’re, god”

“OF COURSE, WHY WOULD I LIE IDIOT” he laughed and I hugged him tight, everyone in my room, congratulated me. “Mingyu go, and check on them, we will go and meet you two, wait not two anymore, your family consists of three members right now, so we will go and meet you three soon, send the name of the hospital in the group” Seungcheol said, I nodded and called my sister’s number. She picked up after two rings

I held Myungho’s shoulders, and started shaking him, “are you telling me the truth??”

“Go on” they waved at me

“YAH!!”

“Send me the name of the hospital I’m coming” I cut her off, and looked at the members “I am going guys” I took my bag

“Mingyu” Dokyeom called me, I looked back at him, he threw a t-shirt at me, “change into this in the car and meet them, they definitely don’t want to smell your sweat” everyone started laughing, I took the shirt and I started running out of the room

“sent, you check and come fast, your wife is missing you way too much ” I nodded and hung up. I told my manager, and he told me, he will drop me.

I got into the car, and showed the address to my manager, I quickly changed my tee to the one Dokyeom gave. I can’t stay still; I feel so happy. I looked at my lockscreen, it was our picture, Emi and me, I can’t believe a new member will be joining us, from today. I want to see the little baby, I wonder how would I feel to hold the baby in my arms.

After a good twenty minutes, our manager stopped the car, “Mingyu we are here”

“Thankyou so much, and please don’t wait for me. I need to go now thankyou hyung” I got out of the car, and went inside the hospital running. I wore the mask and ran towards the reception. “Mrs Kim Emmi”

“just a second sir” she paused for a second, “ward no 505, fourth floor” and then she looked at me, probably she recognized me, “congratulations sir” and smiled at me. “thankyou”

I went to the elevator and I couldn’t wait to reach fourth floor. The elevator door opened and ran out of it, I was checking the numbers one after one. Then I saw 503, I slowed down my pace and walked ahead, 504, and then I saw the name below the 505 ‘kim emmi’

I opened the door and removed the mask from my face. I saw Emmi, holding a baby, mum, sister and doctor. I walked towards the doctor, “Congratulations Mingyu, you’ve a baby daughter now and both of them are safe.” He patted my shoulder, I didn’t realize my tears were falling. “Now please excuse me” and the doctor walked away, “we will be outside, so take your time” I heard my sister and then they left.

“Mingyu….” I heard the soft lovely voice calling out my name, I walked to her, there see was on the bed, sitting and holding the our baby daughter. I wiped my tears, “Mingyu… you are a dad now” I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes. I sat on the stool, near her. “She’s so pretty” I looked at her, “I am so proud of you Emmi, thankyou Emmi, for everything, I love you” I saw her getting teary, and my tears were threating to fall. I told myself I won’t cry but, how could not I? my whole universe is infront of my eyes, right now.

“What should we name her, she have your eyes, and smile, mingyu”

“Scarlet, we can call her Scarlet, looking at her, she gives me joy and reminds of passion and courage. I want to call her Scarlet” I told her, Emmi kissed her, “okay Scarlet, daddy named you” Scarlet giggled at her, I couldn’t be happier.

“Mingyu, try and hold her. She missed you” Emmi started crying, “Shhh, love don’t cry” I wiped her tears. I tired taking Scarlet from her embrace, carefully. “aww come to daddy, love” and held her in my embrace. she looked so pretty and soft, “she’s so pretty Emmi, just like you” I looked at her.

I looked at Scarlet, my tears fell, I was holding back, but they finally fell. I couldn’t be happier than this, this is my happiness.

I turned to look at Emmi, “I love you so much Emmi”, she smiled “I love you more Mingyu”.

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Home | k.mg

pairing ➳ businessman!mingyu x female!reader

genre ➳ strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end

word count ➳ 5.6k (apx)

warnings ➳ cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.

synopsis ➳ an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.

A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)

A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.

It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.

You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.

"Who is he?"

"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."

"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"

"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."

"I see."

"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"

Chan hummed in agreement.

-

There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"

"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"

"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."

Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.

"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.

You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."

"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.

"___," you smiled.

"___, okay."

-

"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.

"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."

"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.

"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."

Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.

Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."

"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.

Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."

"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."

"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.

"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."

"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.

Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."

"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.

-

Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.

"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.

"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."

"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."

"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."

"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."

"Alright."

You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello."

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."

"Ah, I see."

"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.

"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."

"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"

"Uh-no."

"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.

"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."

"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."

-

It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.

Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.

"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.

"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.

Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.

"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"

"Guests like me? What does that mean?"

"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."

Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."

"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"

"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.

"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.

"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.

So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."

-

Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.

"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.

"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.

"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.

"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.

"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.

"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.

Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.

The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.

"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"

"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.

"Oh, I see."

"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.

"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.

He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't join them?"

"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.

Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."

You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.

"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.

"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."

A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.

"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.

"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.

"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.

"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."

Oh.

You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.

"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."

"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.

There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"

"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.

"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.

"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"

He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."

"And have you got your thoughts together?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.

"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"

You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."

"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."

You both grinned at each other.

That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.

-

The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.

Damn it, what was wrong with you?

"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.

"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.

"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."

"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."

-

After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.

"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.

"I know right. The weather is great too."

You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.

"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."

"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"

"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh- I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."

"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.

You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."

"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.

You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."

Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"

You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."

"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.

"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."

You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.

A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.

"What?"

His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.

"___?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you...Do you have a home?"

"Home?" You were confused.

"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."

Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?

No. No, you don't.

You shook your head, murmuring, "No."

Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Me neither."

You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."

Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.

"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.

-

That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.

Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.

"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.

You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.

Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?

You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.

"You okay, ___?"

"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.

Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."

At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.

You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."

You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.

"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.

He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.

"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.

You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."

Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.

-

Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.

Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.

His words came back to you.

"Do you have a home?"

You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.

-

You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.

Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.

"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.

"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.

"So, you're leaving now?"

What a nice question.

Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."

Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."

Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.

You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."

"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."

You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.

You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.

"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.

"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."

His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.

When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."

You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."

Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?

His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?

You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.

"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.

"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.

He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.

Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.

"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.

He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."

Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.

"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."

Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.

"Me too."

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[miomines]

Hello again! It's the yandere anon. In relation to the request, may I ask for some protective Meili and Mingyu? They're my favorites by far.

hi i know this is really late and i am sorry but i hope that this is good!! sorry that it's mostly mingyu i think meili would do her best to keep u from seeing her violent in any way

anyways cw: violence, and uh character death (but not anyone important lol)

it wasn't a smart idea to wander off and you're aware of that. you haven't been at full strength for awhile and it's still a slow but steady process before you're back at a normal weight. it was just... curiosity. it wasn't that far. it wasn't that dangerous.

it's sad that you were wrong.

the millelith have been after you ever since you arrived. it's no wonder they would patrol near your last seen location. it makes sense but it doesn't mean you're happy about it.

you shift, gaze darting around to possible scout out any escape paths. with so many guards, you're not sure if you would be able to go far. you're vaguely aware of one of the millelith speaking (probably commanding you to surrender) but you're not paying much attention.

your lack of response is what aggravated them and you stumble back as a spear swiped against your shins. you hiss as you back up but you know it's useless. there's too many people here. you won't be able to escape.

a sword is pressed to your throat and you're prepared to accept your fate. there's nothing you can do. you're not strong enough to run again.

the earth trembles under your feet and an explosion makes both you and the millelith around you fall. smoke lingers in the air and it only increases before you hear lightning strike.

it smells of ozone.

you've only just raised your head before you witness mingyu (the explosion was him wasn't it? him and tao?) take the millelith guard closest to you by the throat. you watch as his grip tightens, the metal of his claws digging into the skin.

"darling?" he hums. his voice is dark, low, tinged with a venom you've never heard from him. it would scare you if it wasn't obviously directed to your hunters. "would you close your eyes, my dearest?"

you take a shaky inhale and nod. you're not surprised that after you bring your hands up to cover your face, the thrum of electricity intensifies. the heat around you is nearly suffocating. you suppress a cringe at a wet squelch (the sound of violence, of what was definitely mingyu digging his fingers into their throat with no remorse).

you keep your hands over your eyes even when something (someone) drops next to you witb a loud thud. you can practically hear the sparks of electricity that emit from mingyu.

"mama!"

the ground shakes and you suppress a shiver. distantly, you hear a roar and the snapping of a large jaw. mingyu drops down next to you in a kneel and sighs.

"i think she's preoccupied, darlin'. you mind if i carry you back home?" he asks as he moves one of your hands away with a careful hand. the metal is warm, almost uncomfortably so, and there's a wet residue that you try to ignore.

"is she?" you don't know what you're asking. it doesn't matter because mingyu's gentle smile makes you relax.

"she's okay, dearest. our mama is just very protective of us. she'll deal with everything." he traces a finger tip against the back of your hand. you refuse to look at it (he's comforting you but you know that those claws are drenched in blood. you don't want to see the lines of red he's drawing so gently).

you let out a shaky sigh and lean forward to press your forehead against his shoulder. you're safe now. you're not going to think of what they're doing to make sure of your safety.

"let's go home now," you mumble. he hums and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"home we go then, doll."

the rivers of red that you know are there is something you refuse to see. if you close your eyes, you can pretend that mingyu and meili don't have their hands stained with red. it's easy to pretend. it's good to pretend.

you are safe now. that's all that truly matters, isn't it?

[blu-joons]

They Find You Cuddling Another Member ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

“Excuse me,” Seungcheol bellowed as soon as he saw you resting against Vernon’s shoulder, staring at the sight of you both.

“Don’t get mad,” Vernon huffed, glancing down at your sleeping figure. “I didn’t have the heart to move her, she was yawning so much.”

Seungcheol frowned, taking a seat beside you as Vernon tilted your body so you rested against him. “I didn’t even realise how tired she was, I should have been here.”

“She hates disturbing you, we all know that,” Vernon reminded him, smiling across at his leader. “She just slept on whoever was nearby, that’s all.”

Seungcheol sighed down at your sleeping figure, “do you think it makes me a bad boyfriend? Not being here when she needs me for things like this.”

“No, and I’m sure she doesn’t either,” Vernon assured him.

“Sometimes I just think I need to take a step back.

Vernon’s head shook across at him, “you worry too much. Just because she fell asleep on me doesn’t make you a bad boyfriend or anything like that.”

“I just don’t want her to ever feel like she can’t come to me when she’s tired or anything because I’m busy,” Seungcheol admitted.

“She gets it, just trust me on this one, it’ll be fine.”

“I know it will really.”

Jeonghan:

“Everything alright?” Jeonghan questioned as he walked into the studio to find you tucked closely into Mingyu’s chest.

“Just warming her up,” Mingyu assured his elder, running his hand along your arm. Jeonghan frowned, sitting on the other side of you, resting his hands above where Mingyu’s were.

You curled yourself up tighter in both of their grips, enjoying the warmth that the two of them were giving you. “Isn’t this the point where you tell me off for cuddling your girlfriend?”

“You don’t look jealous at all,” you added onto Mingyu’s response. “You’re supposed to make me feel like I’m only yours and no one else’s.

Jeonghan’s shoulders shrugged, glancing across at you. “I was going to, but then I felt how cold you are, and four arms are better than two right now.”

“It’s because you’re cold too, isn’t it?” You quizzed.

“That might have a little something to do with it.”

Mingyu’s head shook from the other side of you, “I can’t believe you’re both using me for warmth when you’re the two that are dating.”

“Take it as a compliment,” Jeonghan told him, glancing around your frame. “You’re strong enough to cuddle two people, not one.”

“I find myself in some strange situations sometimes.”

“It’s just a hug, nothing strange at all.”

Joshua:

“Don’t cuddle him,” Joshua sighed as soon as he walked into the room, pulling you away from Minghao’s shoulder.

“Hey,” you groaned, feeling his hand pull you across and settle you against his chest. “I was comfortable just then, why do you have to ruin that for me?”

Joshua shrugged, wrapping his arm around you. “I’m not going to leave you cuddled up to him when you would be much happier cuddled up to me instead.”

“So, you just pulled me up because you’re jealous I was cuddled up to Minghao?” You frowned, resting yourself against his chest. “I can’t believe you sometimes.”

He nodded proudly, glancing across at Minghao. “I’m the one that you should be cuddled up to, you shouldn’t be cuddling up to all these other losers.”

“Who are you calling a loser?” Minghao snapped back.

“You for trying to steal my girlfriend, you’re the loser.”

Your head shook, glaring up at him. “You’re overreacting about all of this, all Minghao did was cuddle me because you weren’t around.”

“Stop trying to make me feel bad,” he pouted, “I’m here now, so you don’t need to be cuddled up to him any longer now I’m back.”

“He actually was quite good at cuddling me.”

“I’m better, so it doesn’t matter.”

Jun:

“Hey!” Junhui yelled, chasing after Seokmin who quickly grabbed onto your arms. “That’s unfair, you started before me.”

“And now Y/N is mine,” he roared from behind you, pushing you away from Junhui. “You didn’t get to your girlfriend quick enough, so now she’s mind instead.”

Junhui frowned, trying to run across the room, but Seokmin was a lot quicker than you. “Y/N would never want to be with you, I’m the one for her you fool.”

“What are you doing?” You cried out, being pulled from side to side. “I’m not a weapon if that’s what you’re trying to use me as here.”

The boys both chuckled as Seokmin continued to hold onto. “Seokmin decided to challenge me to a race, and the winner gets to be your boyfriend.”

“Do I not get a say in who my boyfriend is then?”

“Not according to the man that’s hugging you.”

Your eyes rolled, trying to untangle Seokmin’s arms from around you. “As good a hugger as you are, there’s only one guy I want to hug me forever.”

“She’s mine!” Junhui cheered as you managed to get away from Seokmin, racing back over into his open arms that invited you in.

“I’ll get you back, I won the race remember Y/N.”

“I won’t ever be yours Seokmin.”

Hoshi:

“How long has she been laying there?” Soonyoung questioned as he walked in to see you curled beside Jihoon.

“A while,” Jihoon informed you, glancing down at your sleeping figure. “She was waiting for you to finish choreographing the routine, you took forever.”

Soonyoung sighed, taking a seat beside you, resting his hand against your thigh. “I didn’t realise how late it was, time just ran away from me.”

“Just let her rest for a while,” Jihoon warned him as he tried to move you away, “there’s no point waking her up when she’s so comfortable sleeping.”

Soonyoung nodded, letting go of a loud sigh. “It’s a good job you’re still here too otherwise I dread to think how she would have slept.”

“She needed a shoulder; I could see how exhausted she was getting.”

“That’s always a sign that she’s getting sleepy.”

Jihoon smiled, shuffling slightly to keep himself comfortable. “Maybe you should call it a night so as soon as she wakes you can take her home.”

“What about if I lift her up and carry her to the car?” Soonyoung suggested, but Jihoon’s head shook at the idea straight away.

“Just leave her be for a while, she’s doing no harm.”

“As long as you’re happy with her.”

Wonwoo:

“Y/N,” Seungkwan’s voice spoke making you jump. “Are you crying?” He frowned, glancing across at your expression.

“No,” you lied, feeling his arms wrap around you tightly. “It’s alright, don’t worry,” you tried to reason, but he refused to let you go.

A few moments later you spotted Wonwoo walking down the corridor, noticing your tears. “How come you’re crying? Has he done something to upset you Y/N?”

“No,” you smiled, unwrapping yourself from around Seungkwan. “He just gave me a hug, he found me upset, that’s all. He’d never upset me.”

Wonwoo frowned, glancing across at Seungkwan. “Sorry, I guess I just saw red when she was crying, I shouldn’t have put the blame on you.”

“You’re lucky I know how protective you are,” Seungkwan smiled.

“Do you want to tell me what’s actually happened?”

Your head shook, looking between their concerned expressions. “It’s no big deal, I just felt like I needed a bit of a cry, but I feel a lot better now.”

“Are you sure?” Wonwoo quizzed, draping his arm around your shoulders. “We’re here for you if you need us both though Y/N.”

“I know but trust me. I’m doing a lot better now.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

Woozi:

“Why are you cuddling him?” Jihoon cried out as he walked in to see you with your head resting against Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“I’m happy here,” you frowned, holding on tightly to Seungcheol’s arm. “I’m not moving and making myself uncomfortable again, just let me be here.”

Jihoon took a seat opposite you both with a frown. “I know he’s big and strong, but he’s also not your boyfriend, I’m your boyfriend in case you’ve forgotten.”

“I’ve not forgotten you idiot,” you sighed, staring across at him. “But Seungcheol is my friend too, and he happens to be a pretty good pillow.”

Jihoon rolled up his sleeve, tapping at his shoulder. “I can make a pretty good pillow too, I bet I’m a lot better than Seungcheol is at resting on.”

“Maybe I’ll find out one day,” you teased.

“You’re really not making this easy for me.”

Seungcheol chuckled between you both, “just leave her be for now. I won’t do anything or try anything; you don’t need to get jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Jihoon tried to protest, but you both knew better than that. “Alright, maybe I am a little bit, but it’s really no big deal.”

“I’ll let her rest and then you can have her back, don’t worry.”

“I’m trusting you with her!”

DK:

“Is she alright?” Seokmin questioned as he walked in to see you laid against Chan’s side, sleeping peacefully.

“She got fed up waiting for you to finish recording,” Chan frowned, glancing down at you asleep beside him. “You were taking forever, I’m not surprised.”

Seokmin glanced down at you, noticing just how tired you were. “Why didn’t she come and tell me that she wanted to head home if she was tired?”

“Because she hates disturbing you,” Chan reminded him, encouraging him to take a seat. “She would rather sleep on the floor the disturb you when you work.”

Seokmin nodded, smiling across at Chan. “Thank you for not making her sleep on the floor and giving her someone to lay on.”

“I forgot she was even there, she’s a deep sleeper.”

“Sometimes I forget she’s even beside me.”

Chan chuckled lightly, careful not to make you stir. “I could get used to her laying beside me if this is how easily she sleeps, I’ve never seen someone sleep so well.”

“She’s mine,” Seokmin reminded him, “one day when you get your own girlfriend you can let them lay beside you.”

“Are you sure I just can’t steal your own?”

“No way, she’s with me.”

Mingyu:

“Did I give you permission to cuddle my girlfriend?” Mingyu questioned as he walked in to see you fast asleep against Joshua.

“I don’t need permission,” Joshua argued, nodding down at you to make sure Mingyu was quiet. “She fell asleep, I didn’t force her.”

Mingyu frowned at how comfortable you were resting against Joshua’s shoulder. “I told her I’d only be ten minutes, why didn’t she just wait for me?”

“If she’s tired, she can’t help falling asleep,” Joshua replied, “I didn’t have it in me to stop her when she laid on me, it was obvious how tired she was.”

Mingyu continued to sigh across at you, noticing how you didn’t stir once. “I tried to be as quick as I could so I could come back and be there for her.”

“Sometimes it just isn’t enough,” Joshua smiled across at him.

“I should do better by her.”

Joshua’s head shook instantly, “you’re overthinking this. This is a one-time thing, it’s not like you let her down at all, Y/N won’t care about it either.”

“She might prefer sleeping on you now,” Mingyu smiled, “she looks pretty comfortable resting against you, maybe I’m the forgotten one now.”

“Would you rather that I make sleeping uncomfortable for her?”

“No, she looks cute as she is.”

The8:

“Good job!” You cheered as the boys all ran off stage, dodging all of their sweaty bodies as they passed their mics back.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Wonwoo asked you, pulling you into a hug. Your arms stayed by your side as you felt Minghao’s eyes stare across at you both.

He walked straight over to your side, pulling you into his chest. “I’m the one that gets to hug her first, not you. Hug your girlfriend, oh wait, you don’t have one.”

“Don’t get jealous over a hug,” Wonwoo teased him, tapping the top of his head. “I just wanted to make sure that Y/N enjoyed the concert.”

Your head nodded immediately, “it was really good, every time I see you all perform, I swear you all just get better and better.”

“Was I the best one on stage tonight though?”

“Of course, Minghao. My eyes were firmly on you.

He chuckled loudly, tightening his grip around your body. “I put in all my effort to make sure I made you proud, I wanted to show off.”

“You definitely managed that,” you smiled back at him, “you didn’t need to show off for me though, my eyes are always on you.”

“I just wanted to make sure I had your attention.”

“You always have my attention.”

Seungkwan:

“I didn’t realise I was interrupting something,” Seungkwan remarked as he pushed the dressing room door open.

“It’s nothing,” Soonyoung informed him, moving slightly away from your side. “Seungcheol stole the blanket and left Y/N so she was cold, so I stepped in. “

You frowned at the sudden breeze from Soonyoung moving away from you. “I’m here now, so you don’t need to be cuddling her anymore, I can cuddle her better.”

“I don’t know,” you sniggered, “it turns out Soonyoung is actually a pretty good cuddler, maybe even on a par with you.”

His eyes widened and his head shook, “take that back right now, there’s no way he’s as good a cuddler I am. Everyone knows I am the best cuddler.”

“Your crown might be stolen,” you continued to tease.

“Stop saying that, he’s not as good as I am.”

Soonyoung shook his head in disbelief at the two of you. “I should probably just go so that the two of you can sort out whatever is happening right now.”

“I’m sure Y/N would rather you cuddle her,” Seungkwan yelled out, but Soonyoung had already left the room. “Is he really as good as me?”

“Of course, not, I just didn’t want to make him feel so bad.”

“You had me worried for a second there.”

Vernon:

“I won’t let you take her!” Vernon yelled out, barging into the dressing room beside Jeonghan who grabbed hold of you.

“Too late!” Jeonghan yelled back at him, hiding behind your figure. “I won the bet so now she’s my girlfriend, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Vernon’s head shook, reaching out for you. “Why don’t you ask Y/N if she wants to be your girlfriend? I bet that she will choose me over you any day of the week.”

“Since when have I been Jeonghan’s girlfriend anyway?” You questioned, looking between them both. “Have you used me in one of your stupid bets?”

Both of them proudly nodded, “Jeonghan said that if he won the bet then he’d be your boyfriend from now on, if you were happy for that.”

“But I’m not happy with that, Vernon’s my boyfriend.”

“But I could be a lot better Y/N.”

Your shoulders shrugged back at Jeonghan, “out of all the members, you’re probably the least likely to ever be my boyfriend Jeonghan.”

“Well, that’s not nice,” he sniggered, letting go of you so you could return to Vernon. “I didn’t want you as my girlfriend either.”

“You did, that’s why you grabbed hold of me so tight.”

“You’re talking nonsense Y/N.”

Dino:

“Are you alright?” Junhui asked as he noticed you walking down the corridor, quickly wiping underneath your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“I’m good, don’t worry,” you whispered, but his arms still wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug. “I just had a bit off a rough morning.”

You watched on as Chan’s bedroom door opened, glancing across at the two of you. “What’s happened?” He questioned, walking to meet you both.

“Nothing,” you smiled, unwrapping yourself from Junhui’s arms, stepping across to Chan. “Junhui managed to catch me before you.”

Chan nodded, smiling appreciatively across at Junhui. “Thank you for giving her a hug and looking after her, I’ll take over from here though.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m alright Chan, I promise.”

“Why have you been crying if you’re fine?”

Your head shook against his chest, “it’s just one of those things, nothing for you to worry about though, I promise. I feel absolutely fine.”

“Are you sure?” He questioned once again, glancing down at you. “If it’s something I can help with, you know you can always tell me.”

“It’s nothing, I just want to forget about it.”

“Let’s find a distraction then.”

---

Masterlist

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, fingering, littlest bit of dirty talk, praise!kink, soft soft soft FLUFF hours, a bit of a filler chapter before the last chapter!! 😭 I can’t believe it’s almost ‘over’... This chapter has the least amount of smut yall will ever see with fratboy!wonwoo so don’t get used to it ☠️ LMAO 🤣🤣 also... it’s been a garbage week(boring work drama) for me so I’ll answer inbox msgs and stuff on sunday, I need to get away from the internet(and people) for a day dkfjhskh 😭💕 Ya’ll thank you for so much love and support with Caffeine and Until I Met You! It means so much to me and I appreciate every like, reblog and comment I get on it 🥺💕 No I will never be ending my fratboy!wonwoo au so don’t worry about that hehe 💕 For now, enjoy this soft ch 4 and I will see yall on Sunday! I love you, have a great weekend! 💕

[mood for this chapter: more than enough - alina baraz]

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x

“So…”

Wonwoo sighs - re-shelving another Edgar Allen Poe book. “So, what?”

Mingyu tilts his sunglasses down, eyebrows raised at the older male that continues to do his job instead of give him the time of day. “What’s going on with you, hyung? You’ve been… weird.”

“Okay, define weird.”

The younger male pouts as he takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them as he leans up against the bookshelf that Wonwoo is currently still shelving.

It only takes one utterance of your name for Wonwoo to stop in his tracks - fingertips on the spine of another book as he turns to Mingyu. “What about her? Did she say something to you?”

“No, but do you like her? I mean, ‘like’ like her.”

“Is it not… obvious? That I do? Did we not all collectively have that conversation about me giving her a set of keys to our house?”

Mingyu grimaces slightly as he mentally goes through all the times he’d even seen the two of you together and he’s only able to conjure up a few select memories - none of which were anything necessarily romantic. “Well… I wouldn’t say ‘obvious’, I guess. The two of you aren’t exactly the ‘kiss and hold hands in public’ kind of... people. More like the, ‘sneak off to fuck in a public restroom’ kind... Which, uh, isn’t really... romantic.”

This time, Wonwoo crosses his arms and leans up against the opposite bookshelf as he sighs.

It’d been a few days since he’d seen you and you’d been swamped in so much class work that you didn’t even have the time to come by the library or the frat house. And even while Wonwoo stood in between the bookshelves having a conversation with Mingyu, you were finishing an art project with Minghao that was due by the end of the day.

“I know. I told her it’d be kind of a slow crawl for me.” He plucks another book from the cart, staring at the glossy text as he simmers in his thoughts. “Mingyu, am I awkward?”

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t say that necessarily.”

Mingyu steps forward, patting Wonwoo on the shoulder as he smiles.

“You like her and you’re trying even if you’re not used to it. You gotta start somewhere, hyung. Even if you’re a fish out of water. But that’s okay, you can ask me for help if you want!”

“When are you gonna put a ring on Wonwoo-hyung?”

You snort at Minghao’s question - reaching for a clean paintbrush as he stands across from you in the large, empty studio. “First of all, can you not say it like that? I’m not gonna marry him, okay.”

The male rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you; his own hands and clothes covered in a colorful array of paints. “So you’re saying you never imagined hyung in a suit, hair slicked back and his buff arms carrying you off into your honeymoon?”

“W--wh--n--no! No, I haven’t!” You avoid his piercing stare as you focus on your end of the large canvas instead.

No, but I dreamt about it once.

“‘Hao, would you hurry! We’re supposed to be collaborating on this and it looks… like it’s 5 different art styles.”

“Don’t change the subject on me. And anyway, I like what you’re doing to hyung. Breaking him out of his shell, y’know? He’s just shy, that’s all. Needs a little work in the bold department.”

You bite down the urge to laugh because to you, Wonwoo was everything but shy when it came to the bedroom. Although, Minghao was right with everything else. “Yeah, I know. We went for breakfast together after I, um, stayed over a few nights ago and he kinda just sat there zoned out, picking at his waffles. He’s really cute when he wakes up in the morning though. Pouty and whiny.”

Grinning at Minghao, he pretends to gag in response before taking a seat next to you.

“Disgusting. Tell me more.”

Wonwoo makes an effort to check in with you throughout the day before he heads back to his room - asking you if you’d had your meals and if you’d finished your project on time.

You’d answered sporadically as you and Minghao raced to finish.

‘I’ll eat late probably… rly gotta finish or else my ass is failing lol’

‘Just don’t forget, okay? It’s not good for you to skip.’

Wonwoo lays down in his bed; yawning as he sets his phone onto the nightstand next to himself.

His eyelids feel heavy and he’s quick to give in to the tiredness that takes over him once he gets comfortable.

When Wonwoo finally decides to shift during his nap, he finds it difficult and extra warm.

“Mmh…”

His bleary eyes adjust to the, now,  slightly darkened room as he makes out your figure tucked underneath his arm. He calls your name softly - waking you up from the nap that you’d apparently joined him in.

“Mmh… Wonwoo…” You snuggle in deeper, voice still laced with sleep. “You didn’t even budge when I came in…”

He chuckles softly as he readjusts to spoon you from behind instead; his strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep your body flush against his own.

“I’m surprised you came by, sweetheart. I would’ve just stayed awake had I known you were coming over.” His voice is groggy and laced with sleep as you sigh softly in return as you blink away the sleepiness.

“How was your day at the library? Miss me yet?” Wonwoo smiles into your shoulder before he tilts his head up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Always, sweetheart. Although, Mingyu decided to keep me busy today.”

“Oh? Anything fun?”

He plays with the hem of your shirt, “Well… Fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe what that was. Nosy was more like it.”

This time you can’t help but snort in response. “You too? I think some people were being ‘lil moles today.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. Did you end up just coming back here with Minghao from the studio?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, to be honest but… S’been a rough day.” Placing your hand over his arm, you squeeze slightly as you pull his arm around you tighter. “Our professor came by while we were working in the studio and said our project wasn’t up to par with what Minghao and I usually submit for projects. She didn’t fail us on the spot but she said we need to redo it for less credit or take the failing grade.”

Wonwoo nuzzles your neck; peppering small kisses on your clothed shoulder. “I take it the two of you are going to redo it?”

“Mm… We spent so long coming up with a concept and now we’re both stressed about coming up with something new. I walked over here with ‘Hao and he locked himself up in his room as soon as we got here. Figured I’d come hang out with you and found you napping… With your glasses on, no less.”

The two of you share a laugh; Wonwoo’s embrace making you feel more at ease.

“Can I help you de-stress a little, sweetheart?”

You stare at the opposite wall, nodding gently as Wonwoo’s hand leaves the hem of your shirt in favour of the waistband of your shorts.

“Just want you to feel good,” he whispers. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard, baby.”

He teases you softly; fingertips ghosting across your skin as you shiver. “Ah, Wonwoo…”

“You worked extra hard today too, didn’t you? I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished today.”

Your body heats up at his praise and you can’t deny that his deep, soft voice sends thrums of arousal pouring over your body just as he dips his hand into your lounge shorts. He touches you over your panties - fingertips ghosting against your mound as you moan his name shakily in return.

“I know your new idea is going to be great, baby. I believe in you.”

Soft whines threaten to spill as Wonwoo strokes you over your panties - slowly working you up as you find yourself trying to grind against his hand. “Y-yeah… ‘m p-pretty sure ‘Hao’s already working on it…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as Wonwoo continues to stroke you gently; making no efforts to rush or add pressure to his feather-light touches.

A disappointed noise falls from your lips when he starts to pull his hand out of your shorts but it quickly turns into a content sigh when he starts teasing your chest instead.

“Mm, so soft…” Muttering against your shoulder, his eyes stare off into the dark room as he massages your body. “And all mine~”

You hum in response, “We should go on a date sometime…”

“You want to? We can go this weekend. After you’ve redone some of your project. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a job well done.”

You giggle softly; images of a wedding day’s Wonwoo dancing in your mind after the conversation you’d had with Minghao earlier. “I’d like that. We should do something for the whole day.”

“Whatever you’d like, baby.”

Wonwoo’s hand flits down your body again - snaking into your shorts and, this time, into your panties as you whine. “Do you wanna cum or go back to sleep, hmm?” 

You ponder it for a second as the drowsiness equates the urge to cum on his fingers. 

“Both? I wanna cum and then sleep a little more... If that’s okay?” 

Wonwoo hums in agreement as his fingertips drag through your folds - collecting the wetness on them before he teases your soaked hole. “Only a little teasing gets you this wet, hmm? So cute.” 

“Ah, f-feels good when you go slow t-too...” 

He stores that away in his head for later; chuckling against your shoulder as he slowly starts to dip his middle finger into your cunt. 

You feel warm and content when he starts a slow pace - thumb on your clit rubbing soft, slow circles while he pumps his finger into you. 

“O-oh, Wonwoo...” 

“You’re always good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.” 

“Ah, Wonwoo...”

“You can cum whenever you want. You deserve it.” 

He adds his index finger - thrusting both fingers into you as you mewl and arch away from his warm chest. Your toes curl and your thighs clamp and trap his hand between your legs as you start to grind down onto his nimble fingers.

“...W--Wonwoo...” 

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let me hear your pretty voice when your cumming for me.” 

You turn your head - cries muffled into his pillow because despite his slower than usual pace, you find yourself already on the brink of cumming with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit. 

“Mmh... Ah... Feels s-so warm... and g-good...” You mutter, eyes blinking drowsily. “Gonna c-cum...” 

He doesn’t say anything in return as he focuses on you and your pleasure; fingers scissoring and curling right into your g-spot as you clamp down onto them in a vice grip. 

Wonwoo knows when you’re about to cum when he feels your hand coming down on his forearm, holding onto him for dear life when your orgasm still hits you just as hard. 

“Ngh, Wo---Wonwoo!” 

Your walls flutter around his fingers and make it harder for him to thrust them in and out with how tight you get. 

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby~” 

His deep voice makes you whine - nails digging into his arm and body trembling as the pleasure steadily washes over you. 

“Ah, bet your face is so pretty right now too~” 

“Mmh, s-stop...” Your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment from his constant praise but you can’t deny the way it goes straight to your core and only prolongs your orgasm. 

“Don’t be so shy, baby. It’s only you and me here.” 

Wonwoo leans away slightly to kiss the crown of your head - still working you through your orgasm as you sigh contentedly in his arms. 

Various thoughts run through his head in the moment, but the one that sits at the forefront of his mind is definitely how to make sure he kept treating you right. 

Starting with your date that he would spend time meticulously planning.

‘Ah, I should ask Mingyu for some advice.’ 

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 4

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!! 

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3

Chapter 4

“Dearest, I am  appalled. “ My father said apologetically. “ Jungkook told me what happened at the dinner and I’m beginning to rethink this whole idea. These pups need to be on a leash , if they cannot control themselves to this extent.” 

I was curled up on the couch next to my dad, his fingers gently stroking my hair while he stared at the screen in front of us. It carried all the accounts of the mansion for the week and the numbers made my head swim . So I ignored it, eating the freshly baked macarons that  cook had sent up from the kitchen. 

My father occasionally consulted from a bunch of files spread out on the table in front of him and I shuddered again when I thought about Mingyu. 

“He was an awful choice father. I should have just told you to set things up with Yugyeom.” I grimaced. 

My father nodded at once.

“Of course dearest, I’ll talk to him myself and see if he’s free this weekend. Will that work for you?”

“thank you father.” I said brightly, curling up next to him.

For a few minutes, we both stayed quiet, him humming as he leafed through the files, me munching on a few ripe tangerine pieces. 

“What do you think of Jungkook?” My father said suddenly, making me cough. 

I swallowed, throat dry.

My father felt me stiffen against him and he chuckled. 

“Don’t panic, love. I am way too old not to recognize heartache when I see it. Especially in my own daughter. Your display at the breakfast table yesterday was quite unlike you and I realized, it’s not just a silly infatuation anymore, is it  ? ” He rubbed the back of his fingers on my cheek, soothing and gentle. 

I didn’t reply. 

“I think he’s a good...man.” I finished.

“Ahhh...” My father chuckled. “  Man.  Here I am , trying to foist you off on boys who’ve barely popped their fangs for the first time .... when it is obvious that what you need is someone reliable and in control. Therein lies the appeal, does it not, dearest? ” 

I flushed red, scrambling to sit up , and clutching the fabric of my skirt in a death grip. 

“It’s... it’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” I choked out. 

My father hummed. 

“Have you told him how you feel?” He asked gently and I stared at him.

“You’re not mad.?” I whispered.

My father chuckled.

“Why would I be mad?  I’ve known him for five whole centuries. He’s a fine, upstanding man. Jungkook is fair and strong. He is more than capable of taking care of you and the best part, you would be able to live here forever. I would be lucky to have him as my son in law.” He said firmly. 

I felt my body go lax in disbelief. 

“Somi .. Somi said...That you wouldn’t approve. Because he isn’t from a strong clan. ”

“Somi worries too much about what the others in our clan may say.  Especially your uncle. He’s coming back soon remember? “ My father grimaced. 

I felt a shiver run through me. 

“Uncle Jaebum? He’s coming back?” I whispered, terrified. 

My father hummed, kissing the side of my head.

“Yes he is, love. But don’t worry. I’ll handle him. Your uncle still believes that lineage plays some role in how a vampire turns out but couldn’t be more wrong. i mean , young Mr. Mingyu has single handedly proven  that theory wrong , hasn’t he?” My father shook his head, laughing, “  So tell me, has Jungkook agreed to court you?” 

I groaned. 

“He has categorically stated that he doesn’t want to court me.” I said softly.

My father laughed at that.

“That must’ve been a novel experience for you.” 

I pouted. 

“Father!” I whined. 

“Alright, alright ...dearest. I won’t tease. Did he say why? ” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. 

“Because I’m too young? Possibly.... He said something about carrying too much baggage and not wanting to ruin my life.” 

My father made a noise of impatience.

“The boy is an overthinker. He’s always been that way. He doesn’t look that way but he cares deeply about hurting others. It’s possible he’s only trying to protect you. Albeit in a very misguided way. “

“ Perhaps. But, whatever the reason, he’s not willing to court me. So, no. i don’t think he wants to be your son in law. I wish I could change his mind. ” I muttered, snuggling closer into him. 

“Ah, you know I can’t change his mind for you, don’t you flower? That’s your job...”

I sighed. 

“I know...” 

“If Jungkook does choose to court you. You will have my blessing. I will give you a wedding that will make the world watch in awe. “ He said firmly. 

i laughed. 

“Really? You made Somi marry Jimin in the barn on the estate.” I grinned. 

“Well, Don’t tell your brothers and sisters but you are my favorite after all. “ He whispered conspiratorially and I grinned. 

It was funny because I knew he wasn’t even lying. 

After my mother had left the clan, my father had taken on the role with enthusiasm. Unlike the head of clans all over the world, my father was approachable , friendly and deeply involved in his children’s lives. And he had always adored me. 

“And even if Jungkook doesn’t realize how amazing you are, remember that there are plenty of good men out there. I want you to be happy, dearest. I will not settle for anything less than your complete happiness. “ My father said fiercely and I hugged him closer. 

I loved this man too damn much. 

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“ You’re so good at what you do, Sera .” Lee Minhyuk gave me a seductive smile as he watched me wrestle his one year old daughter into her booties with one hand while i kept the other wrapped around her to stop her from toppling backwards on the small seat. 

 How about you stop flirting and help me dress your daughter , you asshole, I thought angrily, grunting from the effort of crouching for long periods of time. 

When the fluffy blue fur boots were finally on, I gave little Cherin’s squishy thighs a soft squeeze, pressing a kiss to her perfect cheeks. 

“Good bye cherry berry...” I sang softly, waving gently as she hugged her father’s legs before being scooped up into his arms. 

“So, are you free this friday? We could get something to eat?” Minhyuk gave me a wink. 

His wife was out of town. 

I offered a polite smile in return. 

“I’m going to have to pass on that. I don’t date parents, Minhyuk ssi.” I bowed my head lightly. 

Minhyuk looked annoyed but his gaze flitted to the 6′3″ man behind me, and he didn’t push the subject, merely bowing before leaving. 

Behind me Jungkook cleared his throat. 

I turned and he gave me a slow, lazy smirk. 

“You don’t date parents? Does that mean we’re not on for tonight anymore?” His eyes danced with mirth, mischief glinting in the black orbs. 

I flushed red. 

“Stop it, “ i hissed peering over his shoulder to make sure none of the other workers in the daycare had heard him. 

Jungkook smiled a little at the panic in my face. 

“But then , it isn’t really a date is it? You only want my body.” He sighed deeply in faux disappointment. 

I gave him an impish smile.

“It is the best thing you have on offer....” I shrugged. 

He laughed.

“Fair enough. Did you tell your dad about Mingyu? ” He asked as the workers began to leave one by one. Joowon had left with some of the other kids earlier, Jimin and Somi having promised to take the kids in the clan out for icecream. 

I picked up the stray blocks, dropping them into the huge laundry basket repurposed as a toy bag. i got on my hands and knees to peer under the huge wooden dresser in the corner, looking for stray blocks or toys and picking a few. 

 My back screamed in protest and i wondered if I was going to spend the rest of eternity with an achy back. I was just too young to be feeling this old. 

Was Park Jimin onto something with the whole yoga and stretching and exercise and healthy eating ? Should I stop binge eating french fries and possibly start eating salads? 

I sighed, straightening up and twisting my torso a bit only to find Jungkook with his gaze leveled very obviously  on my ass. 

So much so he didn’t even notice I was looking at him. 

I cleared my throat and his gaze left my butt, meeting mine with an absolutely unrepentant look on his face. 

“What?” He shrugged. “ I’m just seeing what I’m going to be working with tonight .” 

I felt my face flame, hating the way an absolutely ridiculous smile was threatening to make its way onto my face. I turned away quickly, crawling on all fours to the next dresser and peering under it too. 

once all the toys were put away and I’d double checked the to do list on the board , We finally closed the day care down for the night. It was just  little past six and I stood by the door, watching while he carefully checked all the side gates and the backyard. 

Slipping the key into my backpack , I began the walk back to the mansion and he fell into step next to me. 

“You didn’t answer my question....” He said softly and I blinked.

“Oh?” I couldn’t remember. 

“ Did you tell your father what happened with Mingyu?”

“Did you?” I retorted. and he shrugged. 

“I had to give a complete play by play report. Your father was incredibly upset.” 

I chuckled. 

“He’s very protective of me..” I shrugged.

Jungkook went tellingly quiet.

I felt foreboding rise inside me. Jungkook inhaled sharply, obviously staring to say something but i cut him off quickly. 

“He likes you!!” I blurted out quickly. “ I mean..he approves of you... Told me he wouldn’t mind you being his son in law.” 

My lack of filter was going to get me  killed  one of these days. 

Jungkook however seemed more amused than annoyed. 

“Well, considering the kind of candidates in the race, I can see why he would prefer me. “ He laughed. 

I frowned. There was something smug in his tone that irked me. He shouldn’t get to be smug about something like that when he didn’t even want to be with me in the first place. 

“They’re not all clowns. Yugyeom is a great guy.” I said sharply.

Jungkook’s eyebrow shot up.

“Is it so?”

I nodded, honest. 

“He’s older... almost two centuries old now and he’s a good friend.” 

“Two centuries? How on earth did he become your friend?” 

“He was one of my tutors during college. So I kind of had a crush on him.... It was all exciting .... You know, teacher and student .....forbidden love and all that “ I smiled. 

Jungkook gave me a cheeky smile. 

“Ahh...ever sucked his dick off under the desk? Or dreamed of it at least? ” He asked casually and I choked.

“ What? “ 

“Why do you look so shocked? isn’t that the most common of fantasies?“

I glared at him .

“No... I did not. That’s indecent.” 

He stopped walking. 

I walked a few steps ahead and paused, turning to stare at him. 

“What?” I demanded. 

“Sera , what the actual fuck do you think we’re going to be doing tonight?” He asked thoughtfully. 

I spluttered . 

“I... Its different. I was too young back then. Of course I know what you’re going to do tonight.” I said impatiently, turning around to keep going. 

But his hand shot out, gripping my arm and pulling me to him. I crashed into his chest, gripping the fabric to steady myself. 

“For someone who was so eager to have me show her the ‘ ropes’ , you’re quite intent on running from me, anytime i bring it up.” He whispered. 

i stared resolutely at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. It wasn’t that I was shy per se. But just looking at his face made me lose my braincells. 

“I’m not running away. I just....” Don’t want to read too much into your flirting. Your teasing. Your interest in me. I have to keep my heart safe and I can’t do that with you offering me all of your attention....

“Don’t be nervous, alright? I’ll take good care of you.” He smiled softly. 

 God, I hated this man. 

I could feel heat pool in my belly, spreading all over my body and the urge to throw myself into his arms was so overwhelming.

“I know you will. “ I said softly, finally looking up at him, pressing my palm to his face. “ You’re a good man. A kind man. I knew the minute I saw you that you’d take good care of me. ” 

The words seemed to affect him and he bit his lips, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.  

“We should go.” He said shortly, pushing away from me and walking away briskly. 

“Who’s the one running now, Jeon Jungkook?!!!” I yelled after him and he flipped me off without turning around. 

Laughing, I ran to catch up with him again. 

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At 10.55 , I stood outside Jungkook’s room, nervous but eager.

 It wasn’t even the prospect of sex, I thought giddily. Just the idea of spending time with him, of listening to him talk, of having him at touching distance .....it was so intoxicating. 

I knocked lightly. 

Jungkook opened the door , a smile on his face and it was jarring, how young he looked like this. 

He was clearly fresh out of the shower. Hair wet and and still dripping a little, he was dressed in a grey hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to show his veiny forearms and grey sweatpants, hands tucked into his pockets as he shook his hair out of his eyes. 

It was a futile action and all it really did was send water droplets flying all around. 

I blinked against the unexpected spray, water clinging to my lashes and my cheeks. 

“Hey!! “ I protested. “ Are you a puppy? Use a towel like the rest of the world.” I mumbled. 

He laughed. 

“Come in, princess.” He grabbed my wrist, tugging gently and I stepped into his room, looking around eagerly. 

He closed the door behind us and I heard him pull the dead bolt into place before turning the key as well.

No interruptions then.....

Good. 

“Your room is actually bigger than mine.” I frowned, noting the big four poster bed, complete with a white curtained canopy. I let my gaze fall to the clean white sheets and my mind flashed back to the beautiful Helena, sprawled on the bed in nothing but her underwear. 

I swallowed the bitter jealousy that threatened. 

Hands wrapped around my waist from behind and he hugged me close, the warmth of his chest heavy and amazing on my body. I jumped a little when i felt the gentle press of his lips on the curve of my neck. 

“You sure about this? We don’t have to do anything at all tonight. We can kiss a little, watch a movie and sleep. But you’re a big girl so I’m gonna let you call the shots.” He lightly grabbed a huge chunk of my hair, lifting it out of the way before kissing the back of my neck. 

“Uh...” I stared straight ahead, already half aroused. “I want....to feel good.” 

He laughed against my skin, his hold around me tightening. 

“That can be arranged.” He said hotly, teeth nipping  at my skin before he gently turned me around in his arms. 

I looked up at him, drinking in his gorgeous face and he hummed, eyes narrowed as though in deep thought. 

“Bed?” He prompted and it was ridiculous, how one word could turn me on that bad. I nodded, making to move but he surprised me, crouching and grabbing the back of my thighs, pulling me up so easily, that I shrieked. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, more by instinct than intent and he laughed at the look on my face. 

“This always gets the ladies going.” He winked and I flushed. 

“Show off...” I muttered, lightly punching his shoulders and he shrugged.

“I don’t hit the gym five times a week to  not  show off darling.” he drawled, walking over to the bed and tossing me on the mattress. I bounced off the surface, squawking in surprise and I scrambled to sit up but he was already grabbing the hem of his hoodie and tossing it off. 

I’d never seen him shirtless but before I could fully appreciate the view, he was climbing on the bed. He grabbed my ankles, tugging me away from the head board and I landed on my back with an oof. 

“Ow. You’re being entirely too careless with me. “ I protested. 

He crawled forward on his knees, closer and closer till he was throwing one leg over my body, straddling my waist. 

“Thought you wanted to be put in your place.” He reminded me and I grinned up at him. 

“I think I’m right where I want to be. Under you.” I said honestly and he nodded.

“It’s where you belong.” He whispered, taking me entirely by surprise .

 My heart began pounding a familiar ache, a familiar pang. I knew it was an illusion. He didn’t for a second believe I belonged here but it was hard not to believe him, when he was hovering over me , looking like a fallen angel. 

God, don’t get emotionally invested. He doesn’t actually mean it, you fool. 

“Kiss me.” I held my arms up and he lowered himself carefully, keeping his weight off me as he kissed me, soft and gentle. I let my fingers tangle in the damp ebony locks, tugging gently as he angled himself better, tongue begging entrance. 

The heady mint taste of him, sent me into over drive and I wrapped both my legs around his waist, pulling him down. 

I took a second to just take him in.

The scent of his skin against mine, clean and woody, slightly sweaty, but mostly just musky. The smell of a man . The weight of him on my body, the hardness of his arousal evident even through the sweatpants. He pulled back to stare at me, his fingers brushing my cheeks. 

“You have perfect lips for kissing. Lush and plump. Like tiny pillows I can sink my teeth into.” He whispered, catching my lower lip between his teeth and tugging. 

“You have beautiful nipples. I want to lick them some day. .” I breathed, running my thumb on the curve of his cheek bones. 

Jungkook stared at me in complete shock for a second and then  laughed . 

“Thats.... a new one. Jesus. “ he shook his head, almost in disbelief. 

“Sorry.” I flushed and he waved off my apology. 

“You wanted to feel good right? Shall I start?” His eyes twinkled. 

I nodded, way too eagerly and he laughed harder. 

“Okay, let’s get you out of these clothes, princess. “  He grabbed my arm, pulling me up to a sitting position before gently tugging the t shirt off my chest. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his breath caught s he stared at my breasts.

He stared at them for a second, swallowing before, glancing at me .

“Beautiful.” He said, voice deep and husky. 

“Thank you .” I said primly. 

He laughed again and shook his head.

“I can’t remember ever laughing so much before sex. This is so weird.” 

“Weird bad?” i asked, nervous.

He shook his head.

“Weird good.” He leaned in, kissing my cheek just as he hooked his thumbs into my shorts, pulling them down easily and leaving me completely naked. “ Weird adorable.” 

I crossed my legs, drawing my knees up at once, feeling devastatingly shy. 

His eyes softened. 

“You want me to turn off the lights? “ He asked gently. 

“Yes please.” I said desperately and he nodded, quickly climbing off the bed and fumbling with the light switches. He left a single light on , near the closet. It left the rest of the room dimly lit. 

“Am I the first one to see you like this?” He asked, rubbing his hands together before climbing onto the bed again. 

“Um... after the age of ten, yes.” I laughed nervously. 

He hummed. 

“You’re gorgeous. Toss me that pillow.” He pointed to the one next to my head and i handed it to him.

“Lie down for me darling.” He smiled. 

I hesitated, closing my eyes tight just because it was overwhelming, seeing him in front of me , shirtless and being naked in front of him. 

I laid back slowly, knees still pulled up and feet on the bed, thighs pressed together. 

My heart was pounding , less from nerves and more from sheer anticipation. I’d waited long enough for this to truly feel nervous or want to back out. 

And the fact that it was with Jungkook... I’d pretty much hit the jackpot in first time experiences. 

Hands on my knees made my eyes fly open and I found myself staring up into his face.

“You okay?” He asked gently. 

i nodded.

“Let me between your legs?” He asked sweetly. 

I felt the blood rush to my face, my legs shaking as I spread my knees and thighs, enough to give him space between them. His fingers closed around my ankle lightly, gentle as he ran his hands up and down my legs. 

“Relax alright. You wanted to feel good and I’m going to make you feel good. The only thing you need to do is... well.. feel.” He smiled, impish bunny teeth bright even in the darkened room. 

I nodded, closing my eyes. 

“Don’t wanna watch?” He teased and I shook my head. My pulse kicked up at the very thought of it. 

Jungkook wasn’t anything like I’d imagined, I thought miserably. He had been attractive as the stoic, serious man who wanted to do the right thing but like this : naught and flirty and charming , he was absolutely devastating and i wasn’t sure i could come out of this unscathed. 

I couldn’t fight the feeling that I was making a huge mistake . that this whole thing was going to end with my heart ripped to shreds....

His lips against my forehead pulled me out of my thoughts and I swallowed. 

“I’m going to touch you.” He said softly and I shuddered when his hands closed over my breasts, gentle but firm, kneading the flesh very slowly, thumbs rubbing back and forth on the nipples till they tightened. 

I bit my lips to stop myself from crying out, the sensation overwhelming and foreign because it was someone else’s fingers and not my own. 

“Hey... “ one soft finger pressed against my lips, parting them gently and i sobbed out loud. “ None of that.... You should be as loud as you want to...how else will I know if I’m getting the job done?” 

“You’re getting it done..” I choked out, shaking all over and his kissed my lips again, quick and hard. 

“So beautiful.” He murmured, lips pressing kisses down my chest and across my breasts.

“Since you wanted to lick my nipple, let me uh...return the favor? In advance ?” He laughed against my skin and I inhaled sharply when he nipped at the fleshy mound. 

His lips closed around my nipples, the suction gentle but his tongue wet and insistent .

I went completely still, my hands flying to his hair and gripping so hard he grunted . My hips lifted off the bed at the sensation, every nerve ending on fire as he kept suckling and licking and god, his teeth...he was using his teeth to bite down on the nub... making me thrash my hips , my body completely overwhelmed . 

He kept his lips over the peak, licking the tip over and over till it was tender and wet and hard . He used his hands to knead the other side, thumb rubbing insistently on the neglected nub and I felt my toes curling into th mattress, my arms drooping to loop around his neck as he began to move his hips as well, grinding down on to my thigh. 

I was going to black out from having my nipple played with, I thought vacantly.

“Probably won’t feel this good for me but I’m glad you like it.” He laughed again and I loved the sound of it. Loved that he seemed to be enjoying this too. And I wanted him to enjoy it. Wanted to make him feel good too.

So I let my hand drop, down to his waist and then to the front of his pants.

He froze over me. 

“Sera-”

“I want to.” I said desperately, knowing what he was going to say.  . “ Please , let me touch you too-”

“Hey hey...shush..”He kissed me again quick and heady. “ Remember what I said? You call the shots.... “ He pressed another kiss to the corner of my lips. “ Want me to take off my sweats?” 

I nodded, “ Yeah.” 

He wiggled out of his pants quickly and i cursed myself for wanting the lights turned off. 

I hesitated, rubbing my palm on his pecs and tracing the muscles down to his tightly packed abs and then hesitating. 

“You can touch.” He said hotly and I swallowed, letting my fingers flutter down between his gloriously thick thighs. His skin was smooth and hard , like silk over steel and I let my fingers go lower, past the light dusting of hair to the thick, rigid length of him , my fingers closing over the hardness of his cock. 

Jungkook jerked forward, head burying into the pillow near my head and he swore.

“Fuck...” He sounded strangled and I laughed , gripping him harder but not a lot because I wasn’t sure how much was too much. .

“I have no idea what I’m doing...” I admitted weakly , loosening my grip a little to stroke up and down over the length of his cock. 

“Fuck.. just the fact that you’re doing it is going to make me cum.” He choked out and I laughed, ridiculously flattered.  

He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away.

“Lick it.” He said softly. 

I went still, my brain grinding to a halt.. Lick....??

 My eyes went wide.  

And so did his.

“Your palm.” He choked out. “ Lick your palm not my..... Your palm. It’s too dry.” 

Oh..  oh.

Lick my palm. Not his cock. Right. Got it. 

“Okay...”I drew my hand up and hesitated , unsure . Jungkook watched me like a hawk, eyes trained on my mouth and I bit my lips, cupping my palm and spitting into it, twice for good measure. feeling absolutely filthy.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed as I took my hand down to his cock again, wrapping my hand around it and it did feel better, easier to jerk him off with the lubrication. I moved my hands up and down , with  no rhythm and Jungkook gritted his teeth. 

“Okay... I’m gonna.. “He shivered a little when I tentatively pressed my thumb to the head, surprised to find him wet , on the top. I gathered the moisture around his slit, spreading it all over the head of his cock, using my fingers to rub circles over the crown , fingers tracing the thick vein on the underside. 

 inside me. This is going to be inside me. 

 I felt my thighs shake, my insides clenching, wetness dribbling out of me as I squirmed. 

“Please... Jungkook , I...”

“I got you...” He whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his cock. 

“hey-” I pouted but he shook his head. 

“If you don’t keep your hands off,  this'll all be over before it even begins,.” He said dryly. 

I closed my eyes again, my nerves picking up. 

“Listen...” He said suddenly and I blinked, staring at him. “ I’m going to get you wet...” Oh, god, “ With my tongue.” 

My entire body went taut. 

“I..”

“It’ll make it easier... trust me. And It’ll feel good. Wasn’t that the goal today? “ He tossed me a wink, squeezing my thighs a bit. He moved back and grabbed the pillow.

“Lift your hips up for me.” He said gently and I raised my butt, jerking when he folded the pillow in half and pushed it under my hips. And the he was crawling backwards, till his face hovered over my belly button.

“Throw your legs over my shoulders....” He said briskly, gripping my thighs , one in each and spreading my legs apart. I did as he asked, the back of my knee resting on the hard muscles of his broad shoulders and i raised my head a bit to peer down at him. 

The sight of jungkook’s gorgeous fucking face between my thighs got seared into my head and I fell back, already overwhelmed. 

He pressed a soft kiss to my thigh, a little nip my skin and then sucked the skin at the juncture of my hip and thigh. He was breathing in suddenly, a loud, shuddering inhale.  His breathing wavered and i felt the sharp pin prick of teeth. 

“Shit..”He pulled back and I jumped a little, watching him struggle. He glanced at me and I saw the flash of white between his lips. He’d dropped fang...and was clearly struggling to get them to retract. 

“You can do it..” I said feverishly. “ Jungkook , you can.... Drink.” 

He shook his head and glanced up at me and the look in his eyes made me startle .... because it looked like he was going to get up, move away , possibly call off this whole thing and no...no that was absolutely not going to happen. 

I was not letting him back out of this. 

He tried to move, but I grabbed his hair, yanking his mouth back to my thigh. 

“Fucking do it...” I snapped angrily and his eyes widened at my tone, “  do it and then fuck me , Jungkook or I swear to God I’ll  -” 

Sharp, sharp pain lanced through my spine as he bit down, fangs piercing my skin with ease and I felt the rush of liquid as it left my body, filling his mouth as he gulped. 

His venom worked its magic, the pain dulling to a throb, a pleasant heady intoxication....meant to make the bleeding out painless, meant to make death pleasant for the prey but for me it was just pleasure.

 Pleasure because he could have his fill and I would still be able to give him more. 

Pleasure because with me, he could indulge himself, as much as he wanted without worrying about the consequences. 

Jungkook groaned against my thighs, his shoulders shaking as he drank and I stroked his hair, petting the dark strands as I fought the slight lightheadedness, knowing that it would pass soon. 

Jungkook sucked deeper and I parted my legs moaning when my head began to spin, and then I felt his fingers touch my center, parting my folds , spreading the wetness all over his fingers before his thumb pressed down on my clit, rubbing insistently. I felt myself dripping all over the sheets, so wet and swollen and throbbing... 

“Oh, god yes... That feels so good, Jungkook .. I...” I gasped  as he slipped one long finger in, deep and without any resistance. The warm wetness in my thigh began spreading and I heard him groan as he sucked harder, drinking me down like i was the finest wine. 

“Another... give me more...please...” 

He moaned, still drinking, still shaking as he pressed another finger in next to the previous one, deeper still, searching and stroking, tracing every ridge inside me, curling just right, and rubbing down on that spot inside me...the one I could never quite reach by myself. 

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his fang sinking in just a little deeper as he latched on tighter and my legs shook as I cried out. 

He hummed, using one hand to rub soothing circles on my thigh, while he rubbed his thumb across my clit , hard and the gentle and then hard again until it throbbed and ached , over and over again and I was sure the little nub was bruised, that I wouldn’t be able to touch it for a while without wincing. 

I was gushing , my arousal so strong that the sheets were soaked, wet and so damp and the sensation of his fingers, thick and deep inside me while his fangs bit down harder, while he fed from me, was just too much...too much. 

I exploded around his fingers , my orgasm so strong that my hips lifted right off the bed, and he fucked me through it, fingers pounding in and out of my wet swollen walls as he pulled away, fangs retracting and I struggled to get on my elbows , to get a look at him.

He looked completely wrecked, fangs still half out, lips red and dripping blood , eyes flashing scarlet and blazing with lust so potent , I felt my insides churn.,,. i stared at him as I clenched over his fingers and he closed his eyes, shoulders shaking as he tried to get his bearings but I grabbed his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him up and closer. 

“Inside!” I choked out as he tried to get up, looking punch drunk and out of it.” Get inside me.”

“Sera... you’re...” He was slurring his words and I cried out in sheer frustration, scrabbling to my knees and pushing him down till he was flat on the bed. 

 “ Please i need it... need your cock inside me Jungkook, fuck...”  I begged, my thighs aching and walls clenching from how desperately I wanted to be filled. I stuck my hand between my legs , gathering as much of my wetness as I could before gripping his cock, coating him in my arousal.

 There was something so filthy about his hard, thick cock covered in my juices that made my mouth water. I wanted to swallow him down, to feel his cock hit the back of my throat but I wanted him inside me too. 

Maybe next time. 

“Please....Please can I sit on your cock?!! “ i choked out, fully gone. Jungkook groaned at my words. 

“Yes.. fuck... Do it.. Come on baby, take what you want from me.” he whispered.  and I scrambled up to straddle his thighs. Gripping the base of his cock, I pressed the tip against my entrance, closing my eyes to brace myself, digging my knees into the mattress for leverage before sinking straight down . 

“Oh, fuck....” I shuddered, my entire body thrumming as he pressed in, the hard length of him cleaving me so easily there was absolutely no pain to even register. It was just new. Different. 

And so so exhilarating. 

I sank all the way down till my ass hit the hardness of his thighs. 

And then I couldn’t move anymore. My body shook with tremors and My hands began trembling. 

“Jungkook...please... I..”

He responded by reaching out and gripping me thighs.

“Look at me baby...!” He said sharply and I stared down at his sweat slicked face. His eyes flashed red for a second and then he tugged me down, till i was lying flat on his chest. His arms came around my waist, anchoring me in place. 

“Gonna give it to you good. Just stay still yeah?” He breathed against my ear as i buried my face in the crook of his neck. And then he was rolling us both over, till I was flat on my back, his hand closing over my thigh, spreading my legs apart as he pistoned straight in. 

We were both too far gone for any semblance of a rhythm and I stopped trying to move, merely wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging on as he fucked into me, so hard that I could feel him in my gut. I felt my hips ache from the sheer force of his thrusts, my thighs cramping from how wide he had me spread and my clit throbbing from the way his cock dragged across it with every thrust. 

Pleasure swelled, again, this time stringer and I stopped fighting to make it happen, sinking back and letting it crash over me , like a wave breaking over the cliffs. 

Jungkook groaned as I exploded around him, my walls clenching around his cock and milking him and he shuddered in my arms, his cock twitching inside me as he came, filling me up . 

I gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as he trembled through the aftershocks. I felt my walls clenching, over and over again and Jungkook gave me a strangled moan.

“Too much...baby.. please stop... “ He begged and I froze, realizing that he was too sensitive and wanted to pull out. 

“sorry...sorry... “ I willed my walls to stop clenching and he made a noise of sheer exhaustion as he pulled out of me. 

I watched as he rolled off me, collapsing on his back, breathing hard. 

I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the wet mess of his cum, drip out of me and onto the sheets. I had the sudden made urge to stick my finger down there , scoop it up and taste it but I tamped it down. 

“Well.” I began.... 

He turned to look at me. 

I turned to him, still trying to catch my breath. 

“I’m not a virgin anymore.” I grinned wide. 

He groaned and ran a finger over his face. 

“Congratulations, Princess.” 

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Author’s Note :  Please i need holy water. 

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[moonlightdreamzz]

empathetic — woozi

all you want, is for jihoon to care.

you always knew your boyfriend was more of an onion, and not a sunflower. what you mean by that, is that he had many layers to him, and he could not be pulled easily. if you wanted to peel the different pieces off of him, you had to work for it, but quite frankly you think you deserved a lot more than he had given you in the past couple of days.

you considered your body to be strong, but weak at the same time. you caught disease quite quickly such as colds, flu’s, and infections, but you also whooped its ass everytime. oddly enough, one of the things you looked forward to when you finally met your match was having someone to coo over your warm temperatures. a man who would surprise you with warm soups and extra blankets, who would also lay in bed with you no matter what was going on and give you kisses.

lee jihoon was not that man, which you knew, but you had no idea it would be this bad.

you were a mess - definitely not the prettiest sight you could conjure of yourself. you don’t remember the last time you saw your thick hair, which was never tamable on a good day, but especially for this past week had you just not been feeling any of your usual trials and tribulations of trying to figure out what to do with yourself. your bonnet had found itself halfway off your head from your tossing and turning through the night.

if you had the energy, you would crochet your hair. quick and easy timing, but also a cute look. jihoon also appreciated it on you, and you unfortunately lived to please him.

you weren’t dying at the moment, but you did have some concerning symptoms - a cough. so, symptom. of course your boyfriend did not bat an eye whatsoever for the past week as he scrambled through your home silently like the cute little mouse he was.

today is no different, but still your patience has completely ran thin. the penthouse you two shared was large enough so that whenever he wanted to hide from you, he could, and you knew that’s exactly what he was doing at this current moment.

when he finally walks into your shared bedroom ever so quietly, you can tell he was praying you were asleep.

“why are you hiding from me?” you question immediately. you don’t have much on, as you always got hot so easily. no shirt covered your body, just panties, but you and jihoon had been together so long that he was immune to your bare flesh. now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time the two of you made any kind of love. luckily you didn’t need sex all the time in order to be satisfied, but jihoon wasn’t giving you anything at all.

“huh?” he responds quickly - proof you were right. you hated how cute he was, especially when he had what you referred to as his “morning puff”. he always had a chunky, sweet little face, but when he woke up from long nights in the studio, it was extra squishy and normally you would enjoy kissing all over his adorable face, but not today. you were upset.

“have you not heard me coughing for the past week?”

he turns to face you now. you’re sure he had a flashback to the many arguments where you begged him to look at you in your eyes. at least he cared about something you’ve said to him in the past.

“i have.” is all he says. that’s really all he has to say?

“and you haven’t done shit about it?”

“why are you cursing at me?”

“because I’m tired of the non-chalant attitude.”

he sighs out loud. that was his way of telling you he had better things to do. even so, he crawls on top of the bed and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“relax, baby.” he encourages. “what do you want? i’ll order your favorite.”

this is what you referred to as the attempt. a very poor one, but an attempt never the less.

would it be wrong of you to ask for something home made? would that make you selfish? all of the other girlfriends gagged about whenever any minor issues went on with them, how the boys would cater to their every need like they were the queen of the entire world or something. why didn’t jihoon treat you that way? was he too comfortable?

“y/n?” he speaks, knowing you completely ignored his question in exchange for what if’s.

“nevermind.” you mutter, laying back on your California king.

“don’t do that.” he sighs. he’s irritated with you for sure, but what do you care?

“do you even care?” you question. “like seriously?”

“if I didn’t care I wouldn’t be sitting in this house with you. and I just told you I would buy you whatever you want. i don’t know what more you want me to do.”

“i want you to act like my boyfriend of a million years. i want you to coddle me and give me kisses and offer to wash my hair.”

“in what world is anybody allowed to touch your hair?” he questions seriously as his eyebrows scrunch together in completely confusion and irritation.

“does it matter if I would say no?”

he chuckles, but not in a way where he thinks you’re cute. you’re only making the situation worse in his eyes. “do you want the food or not?”

“do you remember when we first started dating?” you stand up promptly, your thighs rubbing together as you get closer to him.

“y/n, why do you expect me to be the exact same way I was when I first met you?”

“why do people have this weird belief that once you start dating for a certain amount of years that love has to slow down?”

“so you’re saying I don’t love you?”

“i’m saying i have been clearly sick for the past week and all you’ve been is cooped up in your studio like a damn crack addict. what I’m saying is, we are in a relationship but you don’t even care to ask me am I okay. i’m not dating you to still feel like I’m alone!”

“you do realize the only person who pays bills in this nice little house is me right? how else can I do that if not ‘cooped up in my studio like a crack addict’” he quotes directly from you.

“do you realize that you’re the one who told me I didn’t have to pay a bill in this house?”

“whatever.”

he tries to walk away, but you know it’s only because he hates to argue, especially recently. it was something about it that really pained him.

“baby.” you lower your tone from all the unnecessary yelling. you touch his hand, but he snatches it away so hard that you flinch and fall to the ground. “baby...” you whisper faintly, hoping that he’ll care. for once in a long time will he just care. but he doesn’t. with his pajamas still on does he snatch his keys and walk straight out of your - well, his apartment. he slams the door too.

you honestly couldn’t recall how much time had passed since he departed from your home. usually when the two of you fought, you could easily find ways to distract yourself while also ignoring your mild heartbreak from his actions. but for some reason, this time, you couldn’t stop thinking this may have been the end.

that was usually the case when you felt like someone was falling out of love with you when you did absolutely nothing to deserve it.

you tried to listen to music. you tried to cook, but you sucked terribly at cooking Korean food and that’s all you had in your possession. you tried to sleep, but with everything running through your mind, that was impossible. so here you were, stuck with your thoughts.

you also still had the terribly annoying cough.

you didn’t have many friends here. the only people who checked on you were vernon, coups, and mingyu. you were expecting to get a call from one of them any second now.

like clock work, your phone is ringing. quite frankly you weren’t prepared to see Vernon’s name pop up on your phone simply because he was the one who called the least, but you didn’t mind. he always got you turnt whenever you were down, and even when you were fighting with woozi he didn’t suddenly treat you like you didn’t exist. he was always a neutral party.

“hello?” you say softly - your voice hoarse from the constant coughing you were doing.

“hey.” his voice speaks softly, “you alright?”

“yeah I’m fine, just not feeling my best. i have this annoying ass cough and it’s not going away and I’m also alone so, just fine.” you chuckle while burying yourself deeper into the bed if that was even possible.

“damn, you been smoking that good?”

“unlike you, I only smoke on special occasions vernon.”

“yeah whatever. how’s woozi? haven’t been able to get ahold of him.”

“he’s fine...I think. he’s been trying to hide from me but that’s been the norm lately if I’m being honest.”

“wait, you said you were alone.” vernon remembers, “we’ve been off all week where is your boyfriend?”

“you know...being himself.” you and vernon may have not spoke as much, but when you did talk to him, everything flowed out. every secret. it should be like this with woozi, but. “maybe it’s my fault.” you sigh, scratching your scalp from outside your bonnet, “i kind of...asked for a lot I guess.”

“like?”

“well, I’m not feeling well. i just felt upset because it seemed like he was purposely trying to avoid me so I wouldn’t have the chance to ask him to do anything for me. and the thing is, I wasn’t going to ask for anything but a lousy fucking hug - a cuddle. the bare minimum. i would have even taken a no but to be avoided? it hurt my feelings and we fought and—ugh. he stormed out the house and I have no idea where he is and I want to call him but truthfully what did I do wrong vernon? lately I’ve been feeling like I’m in a relationship with myself and I know we can be better than this. woozi used to be the sweetest little baby. he may have been hard to others, but he opened up for me. i feel shut out.”

you feel so much better getting all of that out, even though you know your boyfriend may have not appreciated the sentiment.

you know vernon listened to every single word and and would come back with some heartfelt advice.

“just give it time y/n. i can’t speak on jihoon like I am him, but if there’s one thing I know? it’s that you are the only person he truly loves that doesn’t share his bloodline. of course he loves us, but you - he opens up to you. he’s allowed you to see him. maybe there’s something going on. or maybe he just didn’t know what to do. just let him come back to you and see what happens.”

“thank you vernon. forreal.” you don’t know why his words affected you so much and made you feel such a heavy weight of guilt in the part where you held your boyfriend so deeply - your heart, but you did.

more hours had passed, and still no sign of woozi. you even tossed your pride away and called him, only to be sent straight to voicemail. you must have really irritated him, but you still didn’t feel sorry. you didn’t move your pride aside that much.

you did feel somber though, considering how much you loved him even through how he had been acting lately. and without him in your life, there was no reason for you to be here - in Korea. you didn’t want to end things. you just wanted to feel loved.

you still haven’t gotten out the bed except when you needed to pee. YouTube and funny clips had been keeping your company. maybe it was because of boredom, but things began to get darker and darker in your home. you were fading into a bitter sweet slumber. regardless, it’s what you needed. maybe your cough would subdue.

jihoon is quiet as a mouse as always when he walks inside, hands full of multiple things. all day had your words rang through his mind that was already full of so many things. had he really been making you feel so worthless? like you weren’t the most important person for his soul other than his family? actually, you were his family. there was never a day where he felt like he deserved you, but the minute the two of you kissed for the first time did he know that he would do whatever he had to, to keep you forever.

so when did he stop? he kind of knew he hadn’t been his best, but he didn’t know why. it was as if he was doing it on purpose, but not because of something you did. lately, it had just been so hard to keep up with everything in his life. all of the schedules seventeen had. and in between, as he was one of the frequent producers for the group, there were so many deadlines he had to meet he just felt so overwhelmed.

but he heard you coughing, and he was so worried. even so, he didn’t ask you what was wrong. why didn’t he ask you - his baby - what’s wrong? especially after it was day three and the cough was not improving? any other man who would practically rip his limbs off to be with you, would have been catering to your every need. they would have gave you all the kisses you needed, would have given you a full body massage, and offered to wash your hair even knowing that the answer was going to be no.

but he didn’t.

when he left, he was so angry. but not at you, at himself. vernon was the first person he called as he knew that while the two of you didn’t talk often, that he was the one who knew how to get your exact feelings. he hated how much of a wimp he sounded like when he had to bargain a song in exchange for vernon to call you. vernon declined and called you anyway.

to hear you on the phone, telling vernon that you felt as if you weren’t loved. feeling like you were in a relationship with yourself? that broke him. so, he called another one of his members who he knew would guide him into the right direction - mingyu.

“ill order everything, hyung. all you have to do is pick everything up. what you need to do right now, is practice your apology. oh, and pick up some cough medicine for her.”

so he did. his little body struggled to get everything inside, but he figured you would be asleep at this time. when you were bored, you had a tendency to doze off.

his instructions were to set everything up real nice on a table and serve it to you as if you were on a date, but woozi knew you better than that. he knew all you wanted to do was eat in bed and go right back to sleep. and talk.

he walks through the slim hallway that leads into your shared bedroom, and he was right. you were sleeping. the tv shined on your beautiful skin that he loved to place his cheek on whenever he felt any negative or positive emotion. he wasn’t sure what was on the tv. you probably weren’t either. you both loved to put on random movies and shows and talk about how much they sucked.

he approaches you gently - afraid that any little noise would startle you. he places everything on the fluffy sheets; the roses, your meal, your medicine, and the usb with the song he had been saving for you all lined up in orderly fashion. your bonnet is falling off your head as always, so he adjusts it. you had a pet peeve about that.

you were so beautiful. the most beautiful person he had ever met in his entire life. and you loved him. you - the brightest star in the galaxy and the sweetest soul chose him out of all of the people you had attempting to steal your heart. he couldn’t let another second go by without fixing this.

“baby.” he whispers. his thumb caresses your ear gently. he always wanted to be this guy. the hopeless romantic, always knew what to do guy, but girls never wanted him. he was always too short, too boring, all of the bad things. you never felt that way though. you always told him he was the perfect size for you. that he wasn’t boring, it was just that people never wanted to take the time to get to know him.

you moved slightly, but he knew he had just only scraped whatever dream you were currently in. he had to try a little harder to return you back to the world. his lips find themselves on your sweet face, just as you do to him every morning. little by little is he painting his love on you until you finally begin to stir.

“are you a murderer?” are the first words you speak.

you were always so hilarious, even without trying. he knew that was a genuine question no matter how funny the delivery was.

“no. i hope not.” he responds.

he can see you recognize his voice from the way you release the breathe he didn’t even know you were holding. woozi expected you to push him off you the minute you realized it was him, but you didn’t.

“hi baby.” you whisper, pulling him into you.

“hi baby.” he repeats, inhaling your sweet scent. it always made him feel like he was in heaven.

you pull back, cuffing his chubby face into his hands. if there was one thing about your fights with jihoon, it was that it wasn’t hard to make up. a simple look in each others eyes was enough to make up for everything. it was such a toxic trait, but it worked out.

“wait.” you breathe out as you notice everything behind your boyfriend. “ji...”

“it’s nothing, y/n.” he sighs, moving back so he can have a full view of you. “it’s what I should be giving you every fucking day. you are my queen. you are the only thing that is keeping me sane with this lifestyle.”

“everyday would drive even me crazy, ji.” you giggle, “you know that’s not what this is about. it’s just, I know how we used to be and I know how we are now. i don’t want us to get so comfortable with each other that we forget why we are together. you know that happened to my parents and I want to be with you forever.”

“i know.” all of sudden he feels it - the feeling he’s been feeling for the past couple of weeks whenever something bad happens. his whole body feels sick. he hasn’t told you about it because he thought it would go away, but it hasn’t. it seems as if this is going to be the worse one as it does involve the love of his life.

“hey.” you sit up, throwing one of his shirts that laid free on the bed. “what’s wrong babe? i’m here. i’m right here.”

you had never seen him like this before. you knew there was no such thing as a person who didn’t have internal issues, but this seemed like something that had been wanting to boil over for a while. you knew what severe anxiety looked like as you suffered from it. this was it.

“i don’t know, y/n.” he breathes out shakily. “this has been...happing lately.”

“why didn’t you tell me? hm?”

“i don’t know. i don’t know anything other than that I love you. and that I’m sorry.” he seems to be calming down from your touch. had he known this was all he needed, all the pain he suffered would have never taken place. he should have known though. you were his angel after all.

“we tell each other everything, baby.” you remind him as you begin to place gentle kisses onto his neck. “never forget that. there is nothing we can’t get through together.”

“i know.” is all he can say - your lips were too much of a distraction for him especially when he hasnt felt them in so long. he always craved you, but the two of you always took a lot of breaks. your relationship was much deeper than your love making no matter how addicted the two of you were to eachother.

you want to get right into it. you want to throw him on the bed, and ride every ounce of anxiety your boyfriend has right off, and then you want to eat your food, take your medicine, and drift into what you know will be the best sleep you’ve gotten in a while. but you two had to talk. everything needed to be squashed.

“ji, what can I do to fix this? i don’t like the way I’ve been feeling. and I know you don’t either.”

“you are perfect. you always have been. it’s me, but I promise I’ll do better. i’ll get everything under control.”

“you mean we will get everything under control. honestly baby, let’s not even use that terminology. we will learn to overcome this. anxiety is completely normal. you just can’t let it control you okay? and we have to communicate. don’t be afraid to show me any parts of you especially when you’ve seen my literal insides.” you joke, just to see his smile. he does, and it’s so bright. your foreheads lean into eachother immediately - natural just like your love.

“i love you.” he whispers.

“i love you.” you repeat. the two of you tried your best to not add too, to that sentence, as it meant in exchange for the other ones love and that’s not what was going on here. no matter what, the two of you loved each other. even if one stopped.

woozi goes back to buisness immediately, knowing you two were better now. his hands remove the covers that covered your body, and his tounge finds itself on your neck - his favorite place that’s not inside you.

“you feeling better?” he questions, still attacking you.

“i think this will distract me for a bit.” you giggle

“i’ll make it it all go away. you know I will.” are his final words before he lays on top of you, sliding his shirt off of your body with ease.

you were in for a long night. and the two of you still were in need of a conversation about what he was going through, but you knew what the both of you needed in this moment. you needed to feel each other again.

[wooahaes]

guess who kept their word and drafted which idols would fit in what fire emblem class.. its me i did. anyways i kinda took classes from the games you said u have played before. and sorry it was a lot i got rlly excited abt it and did a google doc (;° ロ°) ! if these is overwhelming no need to answer the ask 😵‍💫

NICO UR BRAIN AAAA <333 i am so sorry for the long reply thats abt to follow

also omg you didnt have to limit urself like that in any way!! im always open to reading abt other games sdkfhdsf ur so sweet for that tho!! one day i'll get around to playing three houses and other games tbh

i love the vibe that reader is just some rando they picked up. seungcheol picks them up like ok ur the protag now and readers like im the What.

PALADIN COUPS.... ur mind omg. paladin suits him sooo well holy shit + his reclasses!!! <3 i can imagine him being some stern leader of his army but having his soft side for ppl. literally imagine his support convos... just flustered paladin man who goes from this imposing figure to a whiny husband whos so in love w u... <3

omg. wonwoo's base classes all fit him so well tbh. i can def see archer the most if im honest since he fits the quiet stereotypical archer vibe but thief and priest wonwoo UGH <33333 im in love.

YOOO WYVERN RIDER JUN??? mage is also cool but god theres something So cool abt wyvern rider jun... he would take naps w his wyvern and be so doting toward them :( just a sweet man. he probably also has snacks for both him And his wyvern... i feel it in my soul....

omg. jeonghans classes... pegasus knight jeonghan is invading my thoughts rn. thief would also fit SO well but i am staring at pretty man on his pegasus looking radiant <3 same w joshua tbh. two pretty besties on their pegasi... ugh my heart <3 i cannot handle this

ooo troubadour or priest dk is not something i would have expected!!! i do love it tho <3 sunshiney dk who honestly heals u a lil just by smiling...

no one look at me over mercenary vernon... no one look at me rn. i cant. i cant. im not strong enough to process the idea of rugged mercenary vernon. vernon with a sword... clutches chest n collapses... god............ men w swords........ anyone w swords actually tbh if i see a woman with a sword im gonna lose my mind bc oh fuck thats hot

ENEMY MINGYU... finally i can beat his ass for being tall. i love his recruitment conditions being so varied just bc it feels like hes just looking for a reason to leave the opposing side. he just looks at mc like man i wanna be over there but i gotta be impressed first :/ or i gotta be flirted with. or i gotta see my best bro. (wonwoo voice you can be flirted with by mc if y ou join our side)

SAMURAI DINO.................. i am listening. dino w sword........ <3 i have no more thoughts im just kinda thinking abt hinata fates rn. honestly they're the same person bc they're both cute losers. nico ur MIND <3

KITSUNE HOSHI KITSUNE HOSHI KITSUNE HOSHI.................... I AM LOOKING !!!!! did i ever mention i did romance both kaden and keaton lmao theyre cute

spear fighter woozi omg... i imagine his supports would have something to do with singing no matter what his class is. just at least a lil. just a lil.

ENEMY MINGHAO AND SEUNGKWAN??? ok minghao i can understand because i think he'd be a cool enemy, esp if he's someone you have to earn the respect of. BUT SEUNGKWAN??? omg. sniper seungkwan too... he could murder. and he WILL....also god. i imagine it being a serious convo, but my brain just went "vernon just walks up to him and goes "hey dude, what the hell?" and then shoves him over." vernon voice wadda hell bulnosaur...

ok i admittedly dont know anything abt pretty much anyone here except vaguely soobin and beomgyu but :0 based off my limited knowledge abt beomgyu, his classes seem fitting sdkfhsdf i feel like i've seen stuff abt him like. being kinda trickster-y before but i might be wrong!!

i love how much thought u put into all of these!! its so cool to read though omg <3 thank u for sharing!!

[therealmintedmango]

Cerberus - Part One

Summary: ...”An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?...”

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Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Beta Read By: @justanothergirlfromeurope​ Thank you so much my darling for helping me with this! You are wonderful! Thank you! 💖

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit 

Words: 5,379 

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader 

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

It’s late July in the afternoon, the hot sun baking boils on exposed skin if you are a brave enough soul to show any flesh. The cicadas cry, the large winged beasts screaming into the scorching air, sounding like terrible, angry monsters. My giggles cut through the loud droning of the winged beetles, pleased to my core I even let out an unladylike snort, shoulders shaking as Seungkwan tells the group of us a joke. I sit with a few of my brothers - the princes of the land in which father rules - in the shade of the maple when the laughing ceases as a shadow blocks the sun from roasting us further. The younger crowd of my brothers and I look up to see it is men from the king’s court, walking over to our shady spot in the garden, solemn features, shiny hats, and a loyalty to my father is the only thing they share. 

They say that mother has passed.

My brother Minghao gets up and asks where the older kin of boys are. The advisors tell him as he barks at us to stay here. The castle, they say. Infection, they say. Seokmin gasps, the bright smile like mother’s downturned at the news. Seungkwan’s joyful attitude dies. Vernon covers his face with his hands, a sob ripping from his throat. Youngest of my thirteen brothers, Chan, clings to me suddenly, tears welling in his large brown orbs as I hold him steadfast. 

The food sitting in my stomach feels rotten and cursed all of a sudden. All the sound dies from my ears, my mouth hangs open as the breath escapes me. 

Infection they say? How could they say such a thing? She was never ill, I think as people are running in and out of the castle, screaming and crying—something I wish I could do at this moment. I flinch, hearing my most vicious brother - Soonyoung - bellow a sound I wasn’t aware he was able to produce. 

I feel the same, but only in my heart for my lips cannot utter even a simple, single whisper. 

I was never close with mother even being the only daughter she had out of the fourteen children she created over the years with father when she was fertile - the only job a woman of nobility has in these times. And when she is finished having many children she is to still retain her youthful appearance which she did easily. 

They said that she gave her children a little piece of herself when she birthed us all. Chan has her sparkling eyes, Seokmin her smile, Junhui has her high cheekbones, Soonyoung has her unbreakable spirit, Minghao has her sharp tongue, Jeonghan has her cunning brain, Jihoon has her feisty attitude, Mingyu has her ability to be understanding and kind in the midst of her fire and passion, Seungkwan retains her strange sense of humor, Wonwoo got her cool intelligence, Vernon got her uncanny skill to be so young but so strong at the same time, Seungcheol has her unyielding stride, and Joshua her wit. And they say that I am a twin of my mother physically: her hair, her body type, her smile, eyes, her wide hips, sharp shoulders, feet, hands, legs, and even my fingernails. 

I only wish I had her spirit and fire my brothers bear, but perhaps they took it all before I was created in her belly? They say that children suck precious things out of you. Did I take everything else from her? Was my guilt eating me alive? 

My father, the king of this land, kept her locked away most of the time in the high tower of the west portion of the castle. I don’t know much about father but I know he is easily jealous. He wants the best whatever that may be: the most children, the best cloaks, the best military, the cleanest streets, the shiniest coins, the happiest peasants, the most beautiful queen in all of the land. Father hated when mother would talk to anyone that wasn’t close kin at dinner time or when we went to the market when she would merely look at the fruit seller man. She would be gone for days, no trace of her for a week or so, emerging with tired eyes, brushing the stray hairs from my face as she smiled sadly at me. Little did I know there was no fruit seller in the cobblestone market either. 

Still, my heart aches for a mother I had and hardly ever knew. 

The sound of the boisterous cicadas fills my ears, hearing returning to normal as brothers Jeonghan and Joshua come to collect us shortly after that, faces made of what looks like stone. 

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It has been many moons since mother has passed. The air that was once ripe with colors and sounds is quieter now. It’s cool, my peacoat and shawl wrapped around me when I roam the garden in the afternoon with a different brother each day. It’s almost time for a harvest moon which comes in a week, Wonwoo told me on our walk yesterday. The demons and goblins of the underworld are said to have sprung up from the dirt and mud during these times. We sent mother away on a burning ship out to sea so I can’t help but wonder if mother is in the sky, the ground, or the sea still. 

My brother Soonyoung and I walk quietly together, the brown leaves crunching under our boots. It is a rare time when his voice is still. I know he is pondering what to say to me. 

What can one say to me? 

I love them deeply though, their touch and affection they still bring to me after each day. Sun up to sun down they coddle me. They have always coddled me, even the elder ones who are fit and strong and ready to be wed treat me as if I am a babe. I used to hate feeling like this, like I am small and unimportant, a babe who needs protecting. The only daughter the king has ever had. One of fourteen. I am no one to my father, to his people. But to my brothers now I see, I am their youngest sister. Something they only have one of. They cling tighter to me emotionally and physically now that mother is no longer here. 

I will take this feeling and hold onto it. I am important to them for that is why they treat me this way. 

The sound of horse hooves clattering up the path behind startles me. Soonyoung shields me, pulling me into his warm chest. I am comforted and protected. 

“Prince Soonyoung, Princess.” The captain speaks monotone. They do not call my name for I am a woman. Even of nobility and the pride of my brothers, I have no name besides my title.  

The captain’s lips move. I have no idea if what I heard was true. Soonyoung snarls and tells them that it's preposterous and evil and to shoo before he cuts them with his blade attached to his hip. They turn on their stallions and leave, a fog rolling into the garden as I feel hot and confused. 

Did I hear them correctly? 

They say that father wants to marry me.

They say that he will never be able to find a bride as beautiful and as perfect as my mother. They said that I will wed at sunset tomorrow. 

It is my turn to be made of stone as I fall into darkness. My breath is gone, a warm exhale hits the cool air, leaving my lips in a wisp before I pass out in my middle brother’s strong arms. 

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When I awaken, my eldest brother, Prince Seungcheol, is heard pleading with my father in the political hall. His usually calm voice echoes against the rock of the building, the fire crackling in his basins as my thirteen brothers all object to me being my father's next bride. His brows are kit, furrowed as his lips speak my thoughts for me while father watches with mild amusement, seated at his holy throne. 

“She is not ready to be wed! She has not even bled yet!” He remarks, flinging his hands out to his sides. Little do they know, I have, I have just kept it a secret, becoming a woman is nobody's business but my own. “She is your daughter! Think, father! Think! How the kingdom will hate you for that! It is vile!” His voice cracks, tears swim in his brown eyes as my brothers shake their heads in agreement. 

Yes. How vile indeed, I think watching them all silently behind a pillar from above the hall. 

Father gets up with a wretched smile stretched upon his lips. I take a few steps forward, uncloaking myself from the secrets of the darkness in my nightgown a maid must have dressed me in, looking over the stone railing. “She is our littlest sister! Our only sister! She deserves to be married for love and only love-“

SLAP. 

I gasp as my stomach pits into itself. My brothers flinch. 

“How dare you talk like this to me, Seungcheol!” Father spits, anger flashing in his eyes like the fire in the torch basins. “She is a woman. She has no rights no matter who and what she is. She belongs to me.” 

“How dare you treat Y/N like an object and not like your daughter!” Soonyoung snarls, mothers fire lit inside of him like the hot sun. He is brilliant and strong like a tiger who burns through the forest in his powerful wake. 

Father raises his hand striking Soonyoung across his cheek with a sound that echoes in the corners of the hall. Something falls from his hands, though its clanking sound is covered up from the shouts that follow. 

“How dare you thirteen boys!” Father is shouting, my feet are moving on their own, rushing down the stairs to my brothers. “All of you are utterly worthless!” He shouts as Mingyu, the tallest brother, rage ablaze on his face as he moves toward the king, arms raised as he acts like he is about to slap father. 

Please, don’t! Is what I want to say, but I cannot. 

“Guards!” My father shouts into the hall as they come running in at his command. “Flog them all hundred lashes each!” He smiles a wicked smile as I run up to the scene with the ones carrying swords and pointed sticks. “And if they make a sound give them ten more!”

My brothers are being beaten and detained and my heart is breaking into fragile glass as the noise and blood coming from their mouths is too much to bear.

I do the only thing I can do. 

It is my turn to protect my brothers. 

Please mother, give me all your strength to stand up to this vile, evil man who surely killed you for the sport of it. My gut twists thinking of the peril I may face rising to the challenge that is our father. 

“Stop!” I say, my voice shaking as the next few seconds feel like hours and the eyes of all the men in the hall are on me. I walk toward my weathered and old looking father as he smirks a devilish grin down at me ascending the steps to his throne. 

“Father please, I beg you: I will marry you and do whatever you say, as long as you let them go now.” My voice does not shake now. My voice is calm and steady. Mother’s spirit fills me at this moment as I speak up to my father. Before this, I have not spoken to him before this for what feels like eons until now. 

“No!” Several of my brothers yell as I stand in false confidence, inhaling the iron from the red liquid that fills the hall. “No! No! No!” They shout as I stand in front of the man that doesn’t see me as a daughter. I am an object to him, whether I like it or not. 

He smiles, stroking his wiry, grey beard as he sits back on his golden chair, cloaks draped over his shoulders pool and spill over the seat behind him. 

“Whatever you say?” Father quips and I nod, hands balling into fists onto my sides, nails that are not mine dig into skin that is also not mine. “Then strip.”

My eyes grow wide, my lips part in shock, my blood which is mine boils, white-hot and merciless trapped in this skin that should belong to my mother. 

“Father, please!” Jeonghan, my father’s son and second eldest, pleads now. “Be reasonable!”

“She said anything, boys.” My father, the ugly worm that he is, states calmly. 

“Should a virgin be seen like this before she is wed?” Joshua makes a good point while father rips his pupils away from me as Jihoon, smart bugger that he is, recites the article of the kingdom where it is unlawful for a virgin to be seen in such a state before she is made another man’s woman. 

Father scoffs as he says, “Flog them two hundred times if they don’t like-“

“No.” I say, holding my ground, brushing hair out of my face. All eyes on me again as Chan starts crying. “I will do what you wish.” 

“Then do it!” Father shouts, banging his fist on the arm of the golden seat as he gets up. “Do it now and if anyone makes a noise: I will behead you.” 

I do it. I find the buttons on my yellow nightgown, my hands do not shake or waver as I shake the comfortable garment from my shoulders. My slip is the only thing that covers me now. My brothers close their eyes, look away, Chan choking on his sobs but the only thing I can hear is the roar of the crackling of fire. I step out of my nightgown, walking up to my father's throne. I see it. Glinting in the torch light. A stray blade lies upon the steps close to the devil king that is my flesh and blood. 

Praise the gods for the viscous middle brother I have. 

I step out of my white slip now, distracting the men who have their wicked eyes set upon me, hungry wolves ready to take any meat they can. I hold my father’s gaze as it travels down my body, making sure he does not look upon what my right hand is doing. 

I have it. I move quickly, the spirit of my mother now fully alive inside of the body that is said not to be mine. 

But now it’s mine. 

I am not a disrespectful child nor have I lashed out against my parents ever. I followed the rules without exception, never spoke out of turn and always let my older brothers go first for treats and presents. Always. I am a slave to my family and the system that I was born into. The ugly demons and snaggle-toothed goblins are really alive and well during this time as my brothers have said. The scent of strong ale hits my nose the closer I get. Maybe the beings of the underworld have possessed him? I am looking for a way out, a way to logically justify the way father is. But no. I know the real answer. 

This man is evil. Has always been evil. And he needs to be stopped. 

I am not a killer. But I am sick of the mistreatment of my family. I know my father killed my mother. There was no infection. None. 

Like a crazy witch with eyes burning like white-hot coals, whose blood is singeing to be set free, I plunge the pointed blade into my father’s throat. 

Blood spurts from his neck, squirting against my bare flesh, his eyes roll back as he gurgles profanity, my body blazing as my whole existence is overcome with the desire to end this cycle of corrupt injustice. 

“Run!” Vernon shouts as the guards descend in my direction. I drop the blade in haste, my brothers scream for me to run away as the guards scream mutiny. 

And I do. 

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-Somewhere deep within the neighboring wood...-

“I’m hungry.” A clear tenor tone sounds off in the dark wood, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he resumes a human form in all his naked glory. Hoseok’s lithe body full of sweat glistens under the moonlight as he reaches for his purple cloaks under the large tree in the middle of the bog they just finished running around in. 

“Me as well, brother.” A deep bass vibrates off the trunks of the thick trees, his wolf form morphing into his handsome, tan body. 

“Taehyung, Hoseok.” A soft voice wafts through the air. “We aren’t to feast before the full moon.” The eldest quips, melting from his shiny fur, shaking his dark locks free from his collar as he dresses under the almost pregnant moon. 

“I can’t wait.” The second eldest grunts as he comes into the torch light that was burning on the stump next to their favorite tree. “The air is ripe with so much wildlife tonight.” He wets the edges of his lips, the thought of fresh, pink, juicy flesh at the forefront of his mind as well as his brothers.

“Where are Jungkook and Jimin?” Namjoon growls as he quickly morphs into his tall self, sweaty skin glistening under the light from the mother moon. Their run through the dense wood was very fruitful in the sense that they let loose and got a lot of pent up energy out of their bodies.

“Weren’t they behind you, Yoongi?” Seokjin questions as he scoops up the younger one’s clothes in his arms, signaling Taehyung and Namjoon to take the torch light. Yoongi shakes his white hair back and forth with a solemn grunt. “Very well,” Seokjin nods, twitching his nostrils in the air. “Hoseok, you have the loudest howl. Will you please call for the troublemakers?” 

The man with the hair as bright as cherry pie chuckles right before he sucks in a large breath. The third eldest bellows a howl that will be heard throughout the wood surely. 

They wait with bated breath for two of the younger brothers to respond. The wind whips around them carrying the smell of fallen, rotting leaves, thick moisture in the atmosphere, and the odor of something unfamiliar in the air. They all exchange looks in the torches' soft, orange glow. Something doesn’t feel right. 

The five brothers start to become uneasy. Taehyung shifts on his feet. Yoongi wets the edges of his lips more. Namjoon shifts his eyes between his brothers, swallowing uncomfortably. Hoseok frowns, kicking a few leaves in the dirt as he waits for the brothers to return his call. 

After another moment or two, the second eldest bristles, anger flashing in his amber orbs. “I swear if those wild banshees from the Twicelands have set another trap for us in our forest-“

The white-haired brother is cut off by the sudden cry of both of his brothers they were in search of, coming east off the dense bog.

“Come quickly!” Jimin yelps, his higher pitch ringing around the wood. “Come see brothers!” 

Meanwhile, Jungkook only utters one word that has the brothers taking off like bats out of the deep trenches of hell. “Mate!”

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My skin is on fire, my fingertips numb, and my feet hurt as I run naked from the castle into the blackness of the night. 

I escaped through the kitchens, not a sane soul awake at this hour so I quietly slipped through the cracks. I hear more yelling and shouting but I cannot slow down. The blood of my father drips down my naked body, making me feel like a painted warrior. 

A shout is heard from the stable. The men on my father’s court call my name but it is not a happy sound. It is a sound of lies, of deceit, of pain they want to inflict upon me. I shudder when I hear Soonyoung scream a throaty battle cry into the evening air, on his way to find these men and rip them limb from limb surely. 

Under the almost full, pregnant moon, a blood bath is occurring in the usually peaceful castle.

I trip on an exposed root from a tree beyond the stables. When I gather myself, pushing up off the ground, I see a bed sheet hanging from a line out to dry and I snatch it from the air. I tie it, tugging it around myself loosely, giving my legs room to carry me off into the thick wood that lines the backside of the castle. 

Dread and fear taint my senses as I pad along the brush barefoot, trying to maintain a quietness even though I am running. The fallen leaves crunch underfoot, the earth cold. My naked body starts to shiver, the adrenaline of my actions wilting away as I fly through branches and bushes. I have no clue where I am headed, the pale moonlight guiding me. Wherever I see on my path I go next. 

My feet slip on the slick ground under my feet. I trip over my heel several times, mud and dirt covering my palms as I right myself. I must not look like a princess, so disgusting, covered in blood and unkept in this feeble, white bed sheet. 

I have to press on, I remind myself.

My breathing is ragged as I climb through long, pointed branches and under low shrubs. I stop for a second to catch my breath as I glance at the almost completely blackened forest. The nightlife of the dark wood whispering around me: bats screeching overhead, crickets that haven’t died out sing into the cold night air, even a pack of wolves howl out into the throes of the velvet evening. 

I suck in a cool gust of air, ready to trek along the unknown path once more. 

Wisps of my breath leave my lips as the cold night air stings my lungs. It feels as though I have been running for ages, the torch light not visible through the thickness of the tall trees. Have I run far enough? I think as I come to a little clearing in the wood, a meadow of soft, lush clover encompasses the land. 

An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?

 A wind whips through the meadow quickly, breezing from behind me, whipping my hair and the bedsheet about like a flag on a pike. 

I hear the sound of horses and I gasp, covering my mouth with the noise I just made. I shake my head, snapping out of my trance of looking to the almost human like figures. 

Have they found me? Have the guards and the men of my father’s court located me? My brothers were surely fighting, right? I pray none of my kin have lost their lives because of me. Or are they not men from my father’s castle? Would they hurt me? Torture me? Deflower me?

I shudder. 

I turn to run east, looking over my shoulder to the figures that have disappeared in the trees. A fog sweeping through the thicket, blocking my vision. It was probably a trick of my scared mind, I remind myself. 

Another thought chills me to the bone as I feel the exposed skin of my legs and arms slice under the thorn bush I accidentally stumble into, making more noise than necessary. I squeak in pain. The more I try and pry myself of the spikes, the more I become entangled inside of the nasty, winding plant. I want to call for help but I don’t want to alert whatever is coming near me. 

It is almost the harvest moon. The line between realms is blurred meaning creatures that normally I think exist in fairy tales are real at this time of year. Could it be a wandering herd of ghouls? A pack of wild demons coming to devour my flesh clean off my bone? My body shakes with uncertainty as I paw about the dirt. 

Ever since I was a little girl, my brothers have warned me about the wood. I should never go in alone. I should always bring someone. I should always have a weapon or a horse or something to protect me. Monsters are said to lurk in the bog that the wood surrounds in a thick sea of lush brush and vegetation. 

An owl hoots overhead as the sound grows thicker, heavier. The footfalls inching closer and closer by the second. The wolf’s howl sounds off again, this time the cries from the beast desperate - the noise much too close for comfort. 

No, I think as I freeze with a bone-chilling noise that vibrates off the trees around me. Not just one lone wolf howl. There are two very distinct animal noises that echo off the earth I lie bound to. One softer and longer. The other a little nasally and short - more like a bark than a howl. 

I should have run to the market, I think, body shaking from the cold and acute fear that plagues my mind. I should have tried to hide with a peasant or two until this treacherous act blew over or married a nobleman’s family in a neighboring town. Mentally I chastise myself as the thunderous noise draws closer and closer. Why am I so rash?

My heart hurts, it clenches in around itself as I look up into the shimmering moon hanging low in the sky. In a bed of thorns I lie, blood from wounds of my own and from my father still flows down my body, exhaustion overtakes me finally. I’m entangled, suffocating in the sharp spikes that pierce my body, choking me from the freedom I so desire. I can’t move my muscles, my body tense and sore, my feet blistered and cold. I’m weary. A tear rolls out of my eye and falls onto my dirty cheek as I snap my orbs tightly closed, the horses almost upon me, I think as I hiccup a sob. 

All of a sudden, the boisterous noise of what sounded like a hundred horses pounding toward me, stops. I suck in a breath and prepare for the worst. An eye for an eye, right? So they should slit my throat like I did to father.

It is my turn to die. 

“Little bird,” a soft, steady tenor of a voice purrs out above me that I don’t recognize. My eyes fly open, revealing a glowing torch light and a few handsome faces I cannot place hanging around me. “It seems you’ve flown far from your nest.” He simpers, flames dancing off his puffy lips as he gently brushes a stray hair away from my unkempt face. He shows no disgust, only empathy as he gazes upon me trapped in this tangle of wild thicket. 

I flinch as the long thorn branches I have ensnared myself in are being removed from my shivering body. The other boys, I’m unsure of how many surround me, take extreme caution, trying not to harm me as they pull the plants off of me. 

“Are you from Royaume des Diamants (Kingdom of Diamonds)?” His puffy, pink lips utter quietly in the night. I stare at his sculpted face, admiring his accent as I feel like the terrors of the darkness are melting away with his soft speech. I say nothing but look up into the rich eyes that seem to glow a golden-amber shade in the torch light. They bewitch me and I am in awe. “Little bird?” His perfect brows twist into an expression of concern and I take a moment to glance away from his otherworldly face and to his other features for a second. 

Dressed in rich purple with gold medals hanging from his broad shoulders, I can tell he was from a family of prestige. His lips are giant and lush but they are not out of place on his pale face. He appears to be a prince from those fairy tales I’ve heard so much about from the stories my brothers have told me since I was a babe. His dark hair envelopes his face, curling just at the ends, making him look far younger than I am sure he is. They finish uncovering me from the thorns and all gaze upon me covered in blood, dirt, sweat - looking positively disheveled - the farthest thing from a princess. 

“Hyung,” a deep bass speaks from behind the broad shouldered noble-man, “she’s shivering.” A tan boy with thick eyebrows observes above me. His velvety voice makes my cold body feel warm with the way his timbre seems to echo off the wood of the trees around me. 

“I know you are probably frightened and it looks like you have been through a lot…” The prince-like man holds an arm out for me to take. “...and even though your lips don’t speak, I do not wish for you to freeze out here in the wood.” The boys surrounding me shake their heads in agreement with the handsome one speaking. “Will you come with us, little bird?” 

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to die out here in the cold night. Even if they want to hurt me or worse, I don’t want to die frozen to death in the thicket. Somehow, I don’t think they are bad men, but my threshold of trust was high due to the internal struggle I faced with my family. Still, I feel oddly comforted by the seven who are mostly quiet above me. 

As I go to speak - to tell them ‘yes’, opening my lips slowly, nothing comes out. Not a peep or a squeak I can utter. The boys share looks of confusion at my lack of acknowledgment. My orbs flit from one handsome face to the next. Are they all princes wearing the same cloaks of purple and gold? I register you all, I swear I think in my mess of a mind. My body is too exhausted, not being able to do anything but nod once. 

That’s all they needed to collect me it seems.

“Come, little bird.” The soft voice purrs again as I am being propped up gingerly, carefully by one of the boys around me. I lull my head against his warm body, a blanket or a cloak (I haven’t a clue which) was placed upon my dirty body. This boy is strong, not struggling to hold me up in the slightest I think as my eyelids flutter. I look up to him. He has long, black-as-night curly hair that falls around his neck, smiling tenderly down at me, his nose is long and rounded at the tip, a little mole under his lip catching my eyes that flutter more and more with every breath I take. Sleep was overtaking my body now that I know I am safe. “We will take you to a place where you will not suffer any longer.” 

And with that affirmation, I nestle closer in the arms of the strong, young boy, believing the prince-like voice that hums a sweet lullaby. I yawn while he continues stroking my matted, tangled hair as I fall fast asleep against this stranger's chest.

I miss the seven smiles and nods, drinking me in with their sparkling amber gazes.

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PART TWO 

[bbugyu]

Okay so I know requests are closed so feel free to delete but I have to get this off my chest

I just read your svt sandwich headcanon again and gyuhao just 🧍🏻 the whole ✨soft artistic boys✨ thing and also the fucking size kink and “ganging up” (wtf) took me out and now I have a gyuhao brainrot 😵‍💫 and I was just wondering if you’d mind ever elaborating on your thoughts about them? Absolutely no pressure though!! 💕 As I said, I know requests are technically closed so 👉🏻👈🏻

oh my GODDDDD okay yes my requests are closed but i am ALWAYS DOWN FOR ASKS ABOUT MY THOUGHTS bc i don't know if you've noticed by. everything i've ever written LMFAO but i get carried away really easily and i am famously long winded so answering asks provides a good excuse to CUT THAT SHIT OUT and still be posting!!!! my asks are always open!

now that that's out of the way, GRRRAHHHHHHHH GYUHAOOOODFJKSDKFJJSDKLF they are sooOOOOOOO oh my god okay like actually i imagine they would want someone kinda similar in vibe to their existing relationship with each other so someone a little gentler, a little more artistic and whimsical and thoughtful. like hao would be so happy to have someone who actually gets up early enough to join him for his tea ceremonies in the morning (we both know mingyu is sleeping in). OMG guided meditations 😭 u n mingyu trying really hard to not make each other laugh with almost silent sniffles and vague coughing while minghao is literally in another universe KJHFKDJSHFJKS

and okay. listen. i know not everyone is of average height like i (174cm) but let's all be honest. you don't even have to be smaller than them for them to gang up on you LMAO you could literally be taller than them both and if you showed even a whisper of weakness your back is against the wall and they are all up in your shit AND YOU KNOW IM NOT LYING!!!!! YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!

oops we got raunchy here's a break

god sorry but like can you even imagine. minghao is this slender lean strong boy (dancing the way he does requires so much leg and core strength i am actually so scared of him) and mingyu is built like a fucking brickhouse and the way the two of them would LITERALLY sandwich you is 🥵🥵🥵 mingyu behind u. holding ur thighs apart. his big ol wolfy teeth digging into your neck and shoulder. like surely he would eventually drop a thigh to tug at your nipples and feel all up your body, admiring every detail in your skin and squeezing all your curves. and HAO fuck hao would just. his super sexy hands GODDD he would have his fingers like BURIED in you or wrapped around your member like DEALERS CHOICE LADS!!! THEY BOTH BI IT COULD BE EITHER!!!!! but he's working you into a fucking tizzy and he's all up in your face asking if you like being handled like this, mingyu's grip on your thigh tightening and your other leg like DESPERATELY trying to gain leverage by hiking up on hao's hip but he just. grabs it with his free hand and pushes it aside and your mouth drops open and and he laps into you in a way that leaves you breathless.

mingyu gets all whiney. he's like "why do they get all the attention :(" and hao's fingers are still steadily getting you closer when he tugs gyu over your shoulder and catches him in a liplock too. you can feel mingyu's grip on you falter. you feel the way his hard on flinches against your back, and he starts grinding into you in hopes for something to fix the PROBLEM in his pants. god and the way that's just the beginning. like you haven't even made it to bed yet and you're already not sure your legs can support yourself if they tried. GAHHHH

[iiasha-archived]

Here’s another ask game for ya! Assign your moots as seventeen comeback aesthetics (can include solos, OSTs, collabs, Japanese comebacks, etc) and say why you associate them with that aesthetic! Some can overlap too!

ooo okay.. i’m really bad at these kinds of things but i’ll try my best ❤️ i would have loved to do all my mutuals but my brain isn’t strong enough for everyone so i’m so sorry ahead of time if i didn’t get you!! 😭

edit: also i just realized this said COMEBACK aesthetics but i just did svt. well. anything lmao

@s0ftbb as clap: c just gives me such wonderfully colorful and bright vibes (esp with the use of the colored text lmao it always adds such a nice extra flair to all ur posts <3) and also all her creations and videos give me such HAPPY and LET’S HAVE A GOOD TIME vibes u know what i mean 🥺 and also just that splash of insanity that we all love <3 in particular i’m thinking of that montage scene near the end where there’s like confetti flying everywhere and it’s in slow-mo and stuff lmao

@rosevlolets as fallin flower: alexis gives me super soft and refined and of course flowery vibes! i think it also helps that all her tags for the svt members are literally flowers so it always feels like a cherry blossom breeze every time i see her on the dash or in my notifs <3 (oh gosh i hope that wasn’t TOO cheesy lmao) hehe but yeah i always think flowers when it comes to alexis which is perfect for fallin’ flower

@scoupsy as fear + fearless being the sister song: not because dreamy is intimidating or anything LMAO but i think this association immediately came to mind because of her astounding and beautiful graphics, i feel like they match the fear aesthetic super well. there’s like kind of a dark and elegant atmosphere i always associate with her gfx and in turn her but in like that really beautiful way <3 but ALSO fearless comes in bc i find dreamy’s personality super, well, fearless LMAO and just badass. i really love how she doesn’t hesitate to speak up for herself ❤️

@jonghan as (never-ending) aju nice: GO CRAZY GO STUPID GO WILD LOSE YOU’RE FUCKING SHIT AS WE GO WILD EVEN MORE!! i think yza perfectly encapsulates the never-ending aju nice stage as well as all the crazy antics that come along with it especially as of late LMAO. and again i tend to associate people’s content with their i guess. being? lmao but aju nice is equally as colorful and vibrant as her gifs PLUS she’s so prolific (e.g. never-ending but in the best way) like god damn idk how you keep up with it all afjksldjf

@soonhoonsol​ as healing: idk man chey just gives me very... lmao HEALING vibes :D seeing you on the dash and in my notifs fills me with this very feel-good “ahhh it’s chey!!!” and upbeat feeling hehe <3 and you almost always have such nice tags as well that i read them sometimes and i’m like 🥺🥺🥺 my soul = cleansed. but there’s also this sense of like... i hope this is for the long run you know? LMAO by that what i mean is the whole thing of healing is like DON’T stop this healing right basically i hope you continue to bless the dash for a long time whether it be with your creations or simply good vibes <3

@gotseventeens​ as change up: i don’t really have a reason for this other than vibes? LMAO i’m using vibes all over the place but yeah like for some reason the vibe i get from belle reminds me of the bold colors and suave/cool nature of the change up mv hehe ❤️ i think it’s because belle’s vibes also strike me with this air of confidence that is still kind of chill/lowkey about it lmaooo like YEAH you totally got this ;D

@tzhao12 as 2019 TTT (camping ver.) but specifically when they’re talking about their feelings at the end: because what speaks better about everlasting friendships than the friend i’ve been blessed with for what. is it 12 years now. she’s probably not even gonna see this for like 3 months bc unlike me she escaped tumblr. anyways tiff i’d die for you can’t wait for y’all to jumpscare me this thursday <3 i’m gonna cry i’m serious <3

@vernons as any vocal unit song: oona gives me very soft and gentle vibes which is a lot of what i get from most of vocal unit’s songs! if i had to pick exactly one maybe we gonna make it shine but that’s probably just influenced by me having listened to it recently hehe <3 also a lot of the nature aesthetics and makeup looks i see you post on your main blog feel like they fit in as the visual side of the aesthetic the vocal unit songs give me if that makes any sense??? LMAO

@heartgyus as snap shoot, + the creative process behind it: so in my heart rhys is like a leading mingyu stan here so naturally i had to pick something with mingyu’s entire heart and spirit behind it LMAO but in general rhys vibe and aesthetic gives me SUPER happy/fluffy upbeat like “whoo hoo!” vibes??? afdjklajf a little silly a lot of cute and a lot of fun :D  

@haniehae as pinwheel: for some reason when i think of anna i get this sense of a breath of fresh air??? idek why this is another one i can’t really explain hahaha but yeah pinwheel is what immediately came to mind! i think also because when i see a lot of your moodboards pinwheel kind of naturally comes as like the backtrack for a lot of them??? i think it’s something about the instrumentals of the song. anna just overall also gives me very relaxing vibes whenever i see her on the dash hehe <3

@xuseokgyu​ as when they were filming the 2019 gose intro: okay this is really specific but for some reason that’s what came to mind afjkadslj MY REASONING is that belle just gives me the vibes of being like. super enthusiastic and supportive about EVERYTHING whether it be her own work or the work others are doing!!! also lowkey i get parental vibes from her LMAO so it somehow reminds me of when they were in the house and seungkwan was like “OKAY KIDS... GATHER AROUND...” lmao but in general the whole energy of that entire thing where they were like “okay here’s this thing we’re gonna DO IT” but in a enthusiastic/happy way is why i picked this jfaksldf

@17hateblog as seventeen’s humor: kay and i don’t really talk but she consistently has the funniest fucking tags ever known to mankind. it might not specifically be the same as the humor seventeen show us in, say, gose, but the way they both make me die laughing is the same <3 it doesn’t even matter what the post is everything she puts on her blog is an adventure and i am fucking here for it. AND she’s a jun stan so what’s not to love <3

@vixenjun as light a flame: because kaya and her blog literally embody sexiness + junhui in that choreo....... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> everything. i also really feel like her aes kind of fits that dark mysterious too-good-for-you beauty vibe that i also get from light a flame lmao (but underneath that kaya is obviously a sweetheart <3)

@happysmilebtr as hitorijanai: anna is just like. genuinely one of the most supportive and happy vibing people i’ve met on here? lmao and i feel bad bc i basically have now left you on read KJFDLAJDS but all our dms have been so much fun like i love just talking about anything <333 but yeah the way you’re so open and loving and supportive 100% gives me hitorijanai vibes and the message behind it :D

[blanchimont]

sober up

characters: jeon wonwoo x female reader

genre: college au, slight angst

warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing

word count: 5.5k

summary: as much as you want to deny that what you feel for wonwoo is just a stupid little crush, your heart breaks and you have the strong urge to cry nonetheless whenever you think of him. 

note: i wrote this the entire day while paying barely any attention to my online classes lmao pls enjoy <3 

“So what are your thoughts about Wonwoo?” Mingyu offhandedly asks you as the both of you ate breakfast before heading for your 9AM class. He doesn’t miss the way you whirl the spoon inside your coffee mug a bit stronger than you’d like, causing some of the liquid to drip out onto the tabletop. He doesn’t say anything about it and just waits for you to answer.

“Thoughts as in...what do you mean?” You ask in response, briefly glancing at the man in front of you before looking away to drink your coffee that was still a little bit too hot. You frown behind the mug and you aren’t so sure if it’s because you almost burned your mouth or it’s because of the intention behind your best friend’s question.

“You know what I mean,” Mingyu sighs. 

No, I don’t know what you mean. You think to yourself, but you don’t want to say that out loud especially with how intimidating Mingyu looks like right now. You feel like you’re being interrogated for a crime you don’t know you committed—okay, but maybe you did do something for him to stare at you like that.

The thing is, you pride in yourself for always being a responsible drinker. Whenever your friends would invite you to join them have dinner and drink to end the stressful week in college, you often end up being one of the most sober-looking people among your peers by the end of the night. One bottle of alcohol is enough for you to feel buzzed, and sometimes you don’t even get to finish the entire bottle. Because of that, you sort of feel proud that you’ve never done anything foolish yet while intoxicated, unlike your friends who had you doubling over in laughter, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes because of how stupid and scandalous they can get when they’ve had too much alcohol in their system.

It just so happens—and you swear you have no idea why—that you decided to drink more than you could last weekend while out with Mingyu and the rest of his friend group who adopted you, and suddenly you had more friends than you ever anticipated.  

It’s not that you did something so scandalous, but you do feel embarrassed because it was so...out of character for you to do it. You really wanted to blame Soonyoung for asking you that question, but you also blame yourself for losing the filter in your mouth that you ended up answering him way too honestly for your liking. 

“—Okay, okay that’s enough Seokmin. How about you,” Soonyoung calls your attention and you wince at how you immediately felt your world spinning when you turned to your left to look at him. The boy laughs at your dazed state before continuing, “What do you think of our Wonwoo over here?” 

You stare at the said boy who half-absentmindedly drank the entire can of beer in one go. You think he’s acting like he didn’t hear Soonyoung ask the question but you’re aware that he’s also waiting for you to say something. 

And even before you could stop yourself to organize the thoughts inside your head because holy shit—he looks a hundred times more attractive tonight and you aren’t sure anymore if your head is spinning because of the alcohol or because of the way Wonwoo just looks so insanely beautiful—the answer you give Soonyoung leaves everyone on the table looking at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“He’s insanely attractive. I think I have a crush on him, actually.” You’re drunk as fuck but you’re also hyperaware that Wonwoo’s staring at you. So you chug down the remaining alcohol left in your bottle. You wanted to dig your own grave right then and there. 

You grimace when you see Mingyu leaning closer to get your attention back. He raises his eyebrows at you and you wish you just really ended up blacking out that night so you could use the I-don’t-remember-what-happened card on him. 

“I think Wonwoo’s a really nice and thoughtful friend, even if there’s this weird...mysterious aura to him. He listens well to the people around him,” you finally answer your friend. Suddenly you want the time to go faster so Mingyu could no longer interrogate you and you can finally head to your creative nonfiction class. 

Mingyu stops acting like you committed a crime and continues eating the pasta in front of him. “I’m sure you know you said a different answer last Saturday.”

“Look,” you drop the fork on your plate and sigh. “I was drunk, okay? Had way too much alcohol than I anticipated. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t mean it?” Mingyu squints his eyes at you.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Is it wrong to say I have a crush on one of your close friends? Am I breaking a best friend code between us that I didn’t know about?” 

You sound defensive and you hate how high your voice got the more you bombarded Mingyu with questions. He was really good at riling you up so early in the morning. 

“It’s not that,” your friend shakes his head and finishes up his food. You still haven’t consumed even half of yours. “I actually approve of the two of you, just so you know.”

“What the fuck, Mingyu. It’s just a stupid crush.” 

“Yeah it sure is.” You really hate how he’s narrowing his eyes at you right now. “Then why are you avoiding each other? It’s been four days and it’s fucking annoying already.” 

“I’m not avoiding him. Midterms just ended and finals are around the corner sooner than you’d like. We’re all busy. And I don’t want to bring up to him what I said. That was so out of character for me to do.” 

“Okay, but it’s driving me insane that the both of you have been acting strangely since then.” Mingyu rubs his hands over his face. 

You pause. “What do you mean Wonwoo’s been acting strange?”

“Since that Saturday night I’ve been trying to bring you up in our conversations just to get a reaction out of him.” You roll your eyes, what an idiot. “I know you guys didn’t talk about what happened afterwards. Either he flinches or makes this weird face or flees the moment I mention you.”

“Mingyu you’re a fucking idiot.”

“You are too. I am aware that you hate talking about your feelings and I would be proud of you for saying that last Saturday because that was such a huge step in getting out of your comfort zone but you were stupidly  drunk and the both of you acted like nothing happened.”

Mingyu’s right and this very fact pisses you off. You were never good at verbally expressing your true, honest, and raw feelings towards anyone. It physically and mentally pains you to do so. Sometimes you want to blame your upbringing, how showing any signs of emotions ranging from affection to sadness to anger seemed very taboo within your family. It left you unable to sort your own feelings out as you grew up, so now you ended up being too quiet, dishonest, and afraid of being vulnerable in front of anyone. But you don’t really want to blame anything or anyone else because for fuck’s sake, you’re already in your twenties and it’s about time that you should be more responsible. Yet you’re aware that you’re acting childish around Mingyu because he’s confronting you about something you didn’t want to deal with ever. 

“But Gyu,” you take a deep breath, suddenly feeling anger bubbling inside of you. You don’t even know why. “It’s just a stupid crush. It’s not a big deal.” 

There you are again, downplaying and being in denial of your own feelings. You know it’s not just a stupid crush. You’ve been head over heels for Wonwoo since Mingyu introduced you to his friend group. You’ve been head over heels for him ever since he sat beside you in silence to keep you company while the rest of the boys went crazy in front of the karaoke, unintentionally leaving you out because they were having so much fun and it’s not their fault and it’s okay because Wonwoo’s beside you. He’s been occupying your thoughts ever since he showed you the brightest smile you’ve seen from him when he spotted you sitting alone at the second row of the lecture hall, taking the seat next to you so you wouldn’t feel too lonely when no one else wanted to sit near the front. You felt so embarrassed after noticing that Wonwoo had to make himself feel smaller in his chair so he wouldn’t block anyone behind him while the professor droned on and on about art history. He really didn’t have to keep you company at the expense of sitting comfortably in class. You couldn’t stop thinking of him ever since he let you borrow some of his books, and you didn’t even ask him to do it but you figured he did it anyway because you said you needed inspiration for your creative writing class. And you wanted to cry because you think you’re in love with the way his mind works after realizing that the books he lent you were really good. You like him so much and you feel insane for feeling this way because it’s only been a few months since you’ve known him and the two of you don’t really talk as often as you wished you would so you can get to know him better, but that doesn’t stop you from catching these unnecessary feelings for him—

“But would you date him if you had the opportunity?” Mingyu interrupts your train of thought. 

Alright, that’s enough. You stand up and fix the things inside your bag, preparing to leave and head for your class. “I would but I don’t really want to date right now, not ever. You know I told you that already.”  

“You wouldn’t even give him a chance?” Mingyu pouts and mirrors your actions as he realizes that the conversation really isn’t heading where he wanted it to.

“I just casually confessed that I have a crush on him. Stop making a big deal out of it. That’s all I did that night, alright?”

You don’t miss the way Mingyu stares at you for a moment before he nods and leads the two of you out of the cafe. You swallow the lump in your throat because you have this ugly, terrifying feeling that Mingyu knows something you don’t, that there’s more to just you drunkenly saying you liked Wonwoo. 

And now you’re starting to doubt if you really remembered how things played out that night. 

You bump into Wonwoo sooner than you wanted to. And you feel stupid because your first instinct upon seeing him walking down the hallway towards your direction was to turn the other way around and take the other flight of stairs, even if it meant consuming more travel time to head to your next class that was starting in ten minutes.

You almost let out a sigh of relief because you successfully avoided confronting Wonwoo—or so you think. You jump when you feel warm fingers wrap around your wrist and you nearly bump into the chest of the man you wanted to run away from when you turn around. 

“Hi, sorry about that,” you mumble as you take a step backwards to give him more space. He was wearing a plain oversized gray shirt, black jeans, and a worn out beanie. If this was any other guy on campus, you would’ve rolled your eyes at how he lacks good fashion sense and how he dresses so similarly like all the other college boys (except Minghao, god bless that man). But this is Wonwoo and you have this urge to cry because he looks ridiculously good in whatever type of clothing he wears, and it’s not fair—

“It’s fine. Are you heading towards your next class?” 

You are about to answer him but the classroom next to where the two of you are standing just got dismissed, so there is a surge of students leaving and occupying the already cramped hallway. You almost lose your mind when you feel Wonwoo’s hand on your arm, pulling you close to him after a huge guy bumped into you and left without an apology. 

Wonwoo stares at you like he wants to say something else, but before he could, you stop him because you aren’t sure if you’re ready for that. “Yeah, it starts real soon, actually. I should leave.”

You don’t even realize that his hand is still resting on your arm until he dropped it and put some distance between the two of you. “Right. I shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

But Wonwoo does nothing but just stands in front of you. You have half the mind to apologize for what you said last Saturday night, then you realize that what will probably come out next from your mouth is to tell him to forget about it. But you honestly, honestly do not want him to forget about what you said. Yet you aren’t also prepared to face the repercussion of your actions. So you nod your head and think that it’s best to act like nothing happened. 

“I’ll...see you around then.”

You think you see Wonwoo’s smile falter slightly, but when you blink he’s already grinning at you. “Okay, bye.”

You turn around and your legs feel like jelly as you walk down the stairs. You have the urge to stop halfway just to cry and you don’t even know why you want to. But you’re running late for your class, so you pick up your pace so no one would steal your seat in the front row. 

Maybe you aren’t sure whether it was worse pretending like nothing happened than just explicitly telling Wonwoo to forget that you ever confessed that you have a huge crush on him. 

You refused to see Wonwoo around after that encounter.

Mingyu invited you to hang out with the boys at Vernon’s place, yet even before he could spill all the details about who’s coming and who’s not, you reject his offer, making an excuse that you still have a case report to finish even though you’ve already submitted that two days ago. 

“You’re not avoiding Wonwoo hyung, are you?” He stares at you as he leans against the door frame of your bedroom. He is dressed so nicely and you want to compliment him but he’s beginning to piss you off again. 

“Mingyu.” You whirl around in your desk chair and stare at him.

Despite your threatening tone, he pushes himself off the doorframe and sits on your bed. “You’re really annoying whenever you start crushing on someone, you know?” 

You don’t say anything and turn around to put your attention back on your laptop. But the next words that escape Mingyu’s lips leave you frozen in your seat.

“I’m actually starting to think what you feel for hyung is more than just a crush. Like, you seriously like him.”

Since when the fuck was Mingyu this perceptive of your feelings? You feel nervous at your discovery, because perceptive Mingyu means he is going to probe into things you usually keep stashed away from your consciousness. He’s known you for so long that he knows that you have troubles when it comes to dating. It’s not because you’ve had extremely bad experiences before—it’s actually the opposite of it. You’ve never been into any romantic relationship because you believe no one’s ever shown interest in you. You let people’s comments about how cold, intimidating, and unapproachable you are get into your head that you are convinced that no one will like you for who you are. You used to be afraid and insecure that you’ll end up alone, but you’re older and busier now and you’ve come to accept that maybe dating and finding someone who loves you in that way won’t ever be meant for you. 

You ignore Mingyu and try your best to focus on reading your lecture notes. You can hear rustling on your bed and you figure that your friend lied down. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I think the two of you look good together.”

Your hands itch and you want to throw your pen at Mingyu, but it’s childish to lash out at him. You roll your eyes instead. “I am starting to think you’re the one who likes Wonwoo, especially with the way you keep bringing him up in our conversation.”

“Why can’t you just be brave for once and acknowledge your feelings? Stop pushing them away. You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” You’re shocked at how fast Mingyu moved from your bed to your desk. He’s so much taller than you and he looks intimidating again with how he towers over you while you timidly sit on your chair. 

“Can we please not talk about this? I don’t want you or me to be in a bad mood. You’re hanging out with the boys soon.” 

“Alright, just answer this one last question before I go.”

You gulp and nod your head because you don’t have any choice left but to concede. 

“Why did you and Wonwoo hyung kiss that night and then act like nothing happened when it’s obviously bothering the both of you? I know you’re not the type to act so recklessly and kiss any random people because romantic relationships are uncharted territory for you but Wonwoo hyung is no stranger so why—”

“Wait, what?” You feel your head spinning and there’s this heavy weight pressing on your chest that goes all the way down to your stomach. You want to throw up.

“What?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You think you give Mingyu the shock of his life with how high the pitch of your voice got. But you belatedly realize that it is probably because of how angry and confused you look like right now.

It is Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes at you. “Don’t use the ‘I-don’t-remember-what-happened’ card on me—”

“No what the fuck seriously, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” There are tears in your eyes and Mingyu gets startled but stays frozen in his spot. You feel so ashamed that whenever you think of Wonwoo you have this urgent need to just break down and cry. Maybe it’s your hormones—you tend to get extremely emotional when you’re nearing your period—or maybe everything about Wonwoo simply makes you sob. 

And then it dawns on you how stupid you were when you got drunk that night. Not only did you casually drop the “I have a crush on you bomb” on Wonwoo but you also kissed him? Kissing someone while drunk is totally out of character for you and you want to slam your head against the wall because you seem to never make any good decision when it involves Wonwoo. 

Your mind is reeling. You begin thinking that Wonwoo hated the confession and the kiss that’s why he never touched on the topic afterwards. Or maybe he wanted to ask you about it when you bumped into each other a few days ago but he sensed that you wanted to run away. Either way, none of you are handling the situation properly (how the fuck are you supposed to handle it anyway?) and you’re afraid that if you don’t do anything about it soon, things are going to get awkward between you two and if not, you’re going to have to live the rest of your life regretting not saying anything and watch Wonwoo move on with his life as if that incident never happened at all. After all, it’s easy to brush it off and say it was a drunken mistake.

The heavy weight on your chest is pressing on you again. Mingyu’s right, you’re always afraid of confronting your own feelings. The moment you realize that you’re catching feelings for someone, you run away even before you can figure out if the person feels the same way or not. So you end up alone, always standing at the side as you watch your friends get into relationships and look so happy. You always walk silently behind one of your friends and their significant other, not wanting to disturb them. You learn to look away without feeling bitter when couples around you share a quick hug or kiss. You get used to sharing a car ride with your friends and their partners, sitting alone in the backseat in the dark as you laugh along with their ridiculous jokes. 

You’re used to being alone while your friends find people who love them unconditionally. You’re happy for them each time it happens—you really are—but sometimes there’s this ugly lump in your throat that forms once your mind starts imagining what it feels like to be in their shoes. And then the dread settles when reality catches on to you and tells you that you won’t ever experience that. 

The first time you bare your heart out even just slightly happens with Wonwoo. You’re upset that you’re drunk when it happened, but you’re also relieved because you aren’t sure if you want to know what else went down that night, if you said more to him, and if he said anything at all. 

It takes you a while before you realize that Mingyu’s wiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes. He’s wrapping his arms at you so tightly and it’s so warm and you want to cry even more when he starts apologizing profusely for being so pushy about the topic. 

The next time you’re invited to hang out with the boys, you don’t have the heart in you to reject the offer again because it’s Soonyoung’s birthday. And although you want to blame the boy for asking that question which started all of this emotional mess inside of you, you have a soft spot for him and you’d hate to see him get sulky around you when you turn him down.

Since the night Mingyu revealed that you and Wonwoo apparently kissed, you’ve only seen the latter twice. The first time was in a coffee shop. You had a thirty-minute break before your next class starts and you were really hungry and sleep-deprived, so you stand in line as you stare at the menu with hazy eyes. As you tap your foot while you glare at the back of the head of the person in front of you, your eyes accidentally look at the source of noise on your right. There,  you see Wonwoo sitting on a table with five other people you don’t know, except for Junhui. You feel your eyes twitch when you realize that a girl was sitting so comfortably close next to Wonwoo and you want to look away but the boy is already looking up at locking eyes with you. You almost pretend you don’t see him—that’s what you always do when you walk past people you know because you don’t have an idea whether you should greet them or not—yet Wonwoo flashes you a small smile before paying attention again to what their group was discussing. 

This heavy feeling in your chest comes back and you’re afraid that the distance between the two of you grows wider sooner than you want to. 

And your fear is further reinforced the second time you see him that same week.  

It’s not like Wonwoo always sits beside you in your art history class to keep you company inside the large lecture hall. It probably happened only five times because on most meetings, either Wonwoo comes later than you and there is already someone else sitting next to you, or you spot him sitting at the back of the room and you refuse to go all the way to his row because you prefer being closer to the front. Yet what hurts this time around is you arrive earlier than Wonwoo and you’re sitting alone in your row again but when he arrives, his eyes don't even search the lecture hall for you like he used to, and instead he walks up straight to the back of the room. No one sits next to you for the whole period and even though it usually didn’t bother you, you left the class feeling like shit because someone always used to make you feel less lonely. 

So far, Soonyoung’s birthday celebration is going well. You and Wonwoo shared polite smiles but for most of the night, you mingled with completely separate people. Mingyu no longer gives you knowing glances because he still feels guilty about making you cry, but you brush off his very cautious attitude around you and just choose to stick by his side the whole night. 

You don’t know where things went wrong but as the night deepened, you suddenly found yourself sitting on one of the benches in the backyard alone with Wonwoo. And you’re drunk, again. 

You’re stupidly laughing at Soonyoung who looks like he is on the verge of crying as he defended himself in a game of mafia. You are the first one to get killed because the first round is boring and they randomly decided to gang up on you, so you leave the circle and head back to the kitchen to get more soju to drink. When you come back, Wonwoo is already eliminated and he’s sitting on the bench you mentally reserved for you to occupy alone. 

You’re too exhausted to avoid him so you sit on the bench either way. “I called dibs on this bench first.”

Wonwoo pushes up his eyeglasses. “Your name isn’t written here.”

You snort and drink from the bottle. You don’t say anything else and just watch the rest of your friends accuse and betray one another. You think that Wonwoo does the same and you turn to him to check his reaction when Mingyu sets himself up to get killed by the rest but your heart drops when you realize that the boy is already staring at you. “What?”

“Did you mean it last time?” 

And there it was again—the urge to run away. The beating of your heart against your chest drowns the loud yelling of the boys and you can only focus on Wonwoo’s unreadable face. He’s really beautiful and it’s upsetting. 

You tear your eyes from him to look up at the clear night sky. You wonder if you should just bite the bullet and be honest with your feelings this time. You’re shitscared you’re going to fuck this up so you down some more soju before replying. Your voice suddenly sounds so small. “It’s just a crush. Sorry if I’m making you feel uncomfortable about it.”

It was silent for a while and you brace yourself for the worst, for the part where Wonwoo admits he did feel uncomfortable and says that it’s better that they just forget about it. You prepare to take a deep breath to prevent tears from forming as you absentmindedly listen to Wonwoo turn you down. But it doesn’t happen.

“Do you tend to kiss people you crush on?” Wonwoo’s eyes are still on you and you really want to hide now. 

“I’m sorry about that,” you mutter quickly. Your grip on the bottle tightens because you can feel that you’re trembling. “I don’t have a clear memory of that happening but nonetheless I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

Wonwoo scoots closer to you and you want to put some distance but the armrest stops you from doing so. He is sitting too close to you and you hate how it feels like your senses have been dialed up to eleven. Even without looking, you can feel his intense gaze on you, his warmth lightly touching you, his breath fanning your face, everything. “But did you mean it?” 

You let out a shaky breath. Mingyu’s voice saying you’ll get hurt if you keep pushing your feelings away rings loudly in your ears. You’re already in your twenties and you should be more mature in talking your feelings out but you’re just so so afraid of everything. Wonwoo’s just asking you a question but it feels like you’re going to be executed if you say the wrong answer. Never in your life have you ever been honest with your feelings towards anyone. You have yet to face rejection because you would never say anything, but you know you won’t like the taste of it. 

You stare at Wonwoo and you realize once again that you never make good decisions whenever it involves him. To hell with it. 

“Yes.”

For a fleeting moment you’re afraid Wonwoo didn’t hear you because your voice was barely above a whisper, but what happens next makes you drop your soju bottle on the grass. 

Wonwoo’s lips are on yours and the way you’re holding on to his jacket for dear life brings you back to a distant yet familiar memory, one where you’re clinging on to Wonwoo’s shoulders as he cups your face in his hands and kisses you breathless. You can faintly remember that Saturday night, how you and Wonwoo separated from the group after your drunken confession. If you try harder maybe you’d remember what words were exchanged between the two of you before you tiptoed and placed your lips on his, but the way Wonwoo’s gently biting on your lower lip right now while caressing your sides makes your brain swim inside your skull. You decide not to think anymore and relax yourself against him, kissing him back with the same fervor. You decide to ignore the howling noises your friends are making while Wonwoo kisses you harder as if he hasn’t already been doing that. You decide to focus on his lips on yours and his arms wrapped tightly around you, because that’s all that matters. 

You still think you’re dreaming because after that kiss, you and Wonwoo don’t exchange that much words except you finally having the courage to tell him how much he makes you feel happy and less lonely, how much you want to know him better, and how much you don’t want him to be so far from you. You remember Wonwoo reciprocating, saying that he’s been interested in you ever since Mingyu introduced you to the boys. You look shocked when he says that, and he pouts when he realizes that aside from the kiss that Saturday night, you also don’t remember him confessing to you. And then you feel like shit for handling this mess improperly, so you kiss him again as a form of apology. Wonwoo kisses you back to tell you that it’s fine. 

A large pillow hitting the side of your head snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to glare at Mingyu who is leaning against your doorframe. “Was that necessary?”

Your friend rolls his eyes at you and enters your room to pick the pillow up from the floor. “Yes, because you look stupid smiling alone.”

You snatch the pillow from his hands and smack him upside the head. “You’re annoying.”

“Thanks, you’re such a lovely friend. After everything I’ve done for you,” Mingyu pouts. You pay no attention to his annoying face so he turns to leave but stops when the doorbell rings. You freeze and look up at your friend. 

“Oh yeah, I invited your boyfriend over.” 

“Without telling me?!” You hastily stand up from your chair to put on a hoodie and fix your hair, cursing Mingyu in the process for acting like he also lives in your apartment, inviting people over whenever he wants to. 

“I said I was going back home over the weekend and I thought you would be lonely in your apartment without me bothering you, so I invited Wonwoo to keep you entertained.” There’s a smirk on his face and you push him out of your room until you reach the main door of your place. 

“You’re fucking annoying,” you pinch Mingyu’s side and he yelps as you open the door to kick him out. You don’t feel sorry when he bumps into Wonwoo in the process. 

“You’re so ungrateful!” Mingyu fixes his shirt and pats Wonwoo on the back. “Take care of her hyung. I’ll see you both around!” 

When your best friend finally disappears down the hall, you let Wonwoo into your place. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he echoes.

You smile up at him as you grab his hand. You’re convinced you’re still dreaming, but when Wonwoo brings your hand to his lips to place featherlight kisses on your knuckles, you wake up and then the heavy weight on your chest disappears. Reality catches on to you and tells you that everything will be alright, because Wonwoo’s here. 

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[scans] monotube magazine vol. 2 | group interview interview under cut

“For us, SEVENTEEN is everything in life, and the members are like family.” - SEVENTEEN

It’s already been five years since our debut. Our passion hasn’t cooled down, but it feels relaxing on one hand. SEVENTEEN, who are running towards their peak as an idol group, are devoted to their performance and work, and share a deep friendship thicker than blood with the members who are on the same track of the youth race. 13 members’ story about new mini-album, “Heng:garae” and talk about “us” who don’t have to be afraid, as they are not alone. 

#1 million albums sold #First Million Sellers

Joshua: I was really surprised to hear the news. I am very grateful and it’s such an honor. I thought the sales volume of the last album was high enough, but it’s amazing that it’s getting bigger. I’d like to say thank you to CARATs. I realize that we’ve grown a lot and made differences. S.Coups: I think it’s important to go farther from now on as we’ve come up so high. Until I reached this height, I was so hasty that I missed many important things. From now on, I’ll have to learn from the journey of going farther. I’m sure all the members thought the same.

#World Tour #Different scale #Different mindset

Dino: Usually for a concert, it takes around more than three hours. Now I have more strength to control myself physically. During our first Asia tour ( in 2016), I only pushed from the first to the last song. So sometimes it looked too much, sometimes it didn’t fit the mood. I think everyone is good at controlling the atmosphere and taking care of their stamina, and I think our skills have improved a lot in this regard. The8: In the past, I used to feel more nervous before going on stage, but it’s no longer awkward to communicate and make eye contact with CARATs. I’ve become more comfortable. Since more CARATs come to see us every time we perform, the more energy I get, the more I want to give.

#Debut 5th anniversary #5 years ago vs. now

Wonwoo: I think my mindset is stronger than before. There are inevitable conditions such as feeling stressed out, getting no sleep, or getting sore from dancing. But now as I think, I’ve become so mentally strong that I wonder why it was so hard in the past. Jeonghan: That’s right. There was a time when I was under as much stress as my overflowing passion. So I’ve lived with the mindset of “living like flowing water,” but after five years of [idol] activities, I’ve been through many feelings and improvement, so I changed my mind to “Live harder.” Woozi: I was so busy, I can’t remember what I was thinking at the beginning of our debut. If I did what I was told to do in my best, now I’m working more responsibly, thinking more in terms of ascending expectations on us.

#7th Mini Album #Heng:garae #Left&Right

Woozi: When we first discussed the direction of this album with our staff and members, we agreed to “write the story of youth.” I’ve been thinking a lot about how to narrate this wide topic. So I had a lot of conversations with the members and checked every detail in finishing the album. Wonwoo: I think it could be us or our CARATs that are giving a ride or riding on Heng:garae. We worked really hard to make an album that gives CARATs support and comfort. This album contains many songs and lyrics that could comfort you in various styles. Mingyu: Rather than loosening strength, I gave it significantly the opposite way. And I tried my best to make my stage presence and the emotions you can catch enjoyable. I personally really like this album. Jun: The title track “Left&Right” was a fun song that matched the summer mood. Since our group performed a lot of exciting songs such as “Very Nice”, “Mansae”, and “Adore U”, we all did a lot of image training as we wanted to make it feel different from other songs. If the previous songs were boyish and cute, “Left&Right” is more like a step forward as a grown young man. 

#Main Concept #Youth is

Mingyu: Do not hesitate what you should do when you want to do it, and rather execute it away when you have the time to think about it. Joshua: Same. To keep on actively challenging myself regardless of age. I want to do everything I want to do before my youth passes, and I think endlessly trying it out is the best way to live your youth. Vernon: To be joyful and happy. And I strongly agree with the motto that members answered - “Live Hard”. Seungkwan: Mental care. Personally, when my mental state collapsed, members helped me out to get up lightly enough and the experience made me grow my inner self and get stronger. Hoshi: I have so many things I want to do and achieve. But you can’t have everything. I have to give up partially in the things I want to do and prioritize what I have to do. If the goal is big, I must try harder, and put everything into it.

#SEVENTEEN bracelet #Theif & Heist #First collaboration

Seungkwan: It’s a bracelet that designer Francesca who oversees the Louis Vuitton jewelry line, presents through his brand “Thief & Heist.” It’s meaningful how the brand used recycled plastic to make the bracelet straps and donate their profits partially to environmental organizations. And, I was surprised to hear that the SEVENTEEN logo imprinted in the charm is silver. Mingyu: It’s a simple design, so I like it more and it’s interesting as it’s the first time for us to officially collaborate with a world-class designer. Personally, I have a lot of questions for the designer, and if I have a chance to meet her in person, I would like to use all the English I know and try my best to communicate with her. Jeonghan: It was the most cautious moment lately. It’s a structure that’s hard to take out once you wear it, so I hope you consider the size well. Vernon: I think it’s be okay if you size it up so that it’s not too tight. It’s comfortable to wear, so it won’t bother you much with the feeling that you’re wearing something on your arm.

#Who I am in SEVENTEEN #Usual Me #Gap differences

DK, Mingyu, Wonwoo, Jeonghan, Jun: There is not much gap between me and myself as SEVENTEEN. Inside and outside of the camera I am almost the same. I think it’s most comfortable to show a natural side of myself without any ornaments. Woozi: I’m actually much different than what you think. Woozi in SEVENTEEN is a solid and confident image, but the personal self is both introverted and shy. Hoshi: Me too. Other members laugh when I talk about this, but when I’m alone, I tend to be introverted and shy. There is a significant difference between Hoshi and Kwon Soonyoung. Seungkwan: As a member of SEVENTEEN, I’m full of energy and I play much role to cheer up the members. When I’m alone, I recharge myself and rest quietly.

#SEVENTEEN means to us,

The8, Vernon, Joshua: Youth itself. SEVENTEEN contains the entire process of growing up and maturing in life. Dino, Mingyu, Woozi, Jun, Wonwoo: They are like family I lived with since I was young, who can’t be parted. We ran together, and pat each other’s back when having a hard time. DK, Seungkwan, Hoshi: Spent half of our lives together, all we’ve put in. SEVENTEEN is like the armor for us. So I want to be part of SEVENTEEN for a long time. Jeonghan: Simply put, I’m here because of SEVENTEEN. If it weren’t for SEVENTEEN, I would have raised a cow with my best friend. My personality has changed a lot within SEVENTEEN, and I’m just happy to be with the members. S.Coups: Meaningful modifier, that I speak before my name. The one word that can explain me. So, SEVENTEEN is who I am.