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maariarogers · 4 years ago

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what if i’m someone i don’t want around? (excerpt)

Pairing: Seojun x Sujin Summary: Seojun, now an idol, met with an unexpected but familiar face in his new dietitian nutritionist, Kang Sujin. Though they started off rocky during this reunion, they eventually decided best to work together as best as they could. Sujin struggles with her inner demons, and Seojun encounter new ones. During one of the worser nights, both of them seemed to collide. Timeline: Future-fic. Based on this AU. Midway through the plot — an excerpt.

TRIGGER WARNING: Unhealthy coping mechanism, PTSD, abuse mention tw.

“What’s your problem?” Seojun doesn’t mean to sound like he does. Which is cruel, demanding, cold. He can’t help it though. She’s been - off, the whole night. Meaner. Which, well, he doesn’t really care for most of the time. It’s become a staple of who she is since he’d known her, all those years ago, and she’d only grown to become more direct ever since they met again.

But to yell at some poor intern girl just because she bumped into her?

Seojun has never tolerated bullies. Couldn’t. Not after what happened to Seyeon.

“Did you throw your manners into the trash?” He demands again, straight through his teeth. Sujin is looking at him with those piercing blank eyes, looking almost like she could muster the courage to become just as angry - but she doesn’t. She looks a little empty, instead. Hollow. “The intern apologised. You didn’t have to yell at her.”

“Right,” She somehow says - her tone clipped. Short. “It’s my fault.”

Seojun says nothing to that. Yeah, it is, he wants to scoff. Wants to roll his eyes and probably scold at her some more. If that had been Gowoon, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Hell, if it’d been Lim Juyeong, the mess that the guy is, (like really, what is Heegyeong-noona and Lim Jugyeong doing with their little brother anyways? Why does Seojun always end up feeling like a babysitter?), he would’ve gotten an earful.

But with Kang Sujin — whatever piece of mind he’d like to give vanish away when he remembers that night. Cheap store-bought beers and her hands trembling when she’s holding the can. I didn’t want to be like my parents. I don’t want to be angry or look away and pretend that something bad isn’t happening. I want - to be good.

He opens his mouth, about to ask if she’s okay, until—

“You should hit me.”

Seojun snaps his eyes straight to her face.

The emptiness from before is replaced now, quite horribly, with this layers of - determination. But not the good kind. No. Maybe it isn’t determination at all. Desperation, he could almost hear something in him echoing the word back. She’s desperate - to be hit? Seojun feels something inside him drops.

“What the—”

“Come on,” Sujin comes closer, her eyes growing wide. Insistent. She’s crazy, he thinks in that split second, backing away. “Hit me.”

“Oi, Kang Sujin—”

“What!” She yells then, her voice echoing in that small pantry he manages to drag her in. She’s pushing against him now. Tiny hands in her stupid gloves knocking against his chest. “You’re not man enough? Think I can’t hit you right back? Hit me!”

She’s fucking crazy, Seojun thinks again, this time with more force behind it rather than a simple shock. He grasps at her shoulders - it’s easy, since she’s still small even after all these years, and he towers over her like it’s nothing. But her arms are still flailing, still punching him and shoving.

He shouts back, “Kang Sujin!”

“What,” this time when she snaps right back at him, glaring, it’s as if Seojun’s momentarily back at their school, confronting her in that small space between the class building — all red brick, and hot anger. Although he’s not sure now from where the anger really comes from: his, or hers. “Aren’t you Han Seojun the mad dog? How many gangs have you beaten up in high school, huh? You’ve become weak now? You’re a coward?”

“Kang Sujin, stop,” his voice wavers. Is he terrified? Maybe. Of what - he’s not sure. Not her, not specifically. But the implication behind it. The invitation to be hurt. He’s - seen this somewhere, he thinks.

Maybe it’s in Suho, when he steps into that traffic ages ago.

“Why? Why should I?!” She yells back, her voice bouncing off the walls. Seojun can see a few people and peers peering in. He glares, and they scurry off. “I yelled at the poor girl. She just bumped into me, and I tore her down. I didn’t care about her. I deserve to be punished. I’m horrible.”

“That’s not—”

“I deserve to be hit,” the traces of red in her eyes are brightened now. Enhanced. Seojun can see tears prickling by her eyelashes. Her teeth are clattering together - she’s trembling again. She’s so small and angry and trembling, like a dog shivering from the rain. Seojun feels an ache in him. He doesn’t what it is.

“C-come on ... Come on, Han Seojun—” She grasps his hand.

Brings it to her face.

Seojun could only watch, wide-eyed somehow. Stupid.

Like he’s still stumbling over his Korean alphabets, like he’s that fifth-grader who still wets his bed. Stupid.

“You know you want to. Remember what I did to Jugyeong?” She says again, stubborn. Yes, he does remember. How could he have forgotten? But it’s also so long ago. So many things have happened since. And, moreover, he also remembers her, whispering when she thought he couldn’t hear, Jugyeong was my friend too. “I exposed her. When she trusted me. Did you know that? She trusted me with her bare-face and I told the whole school. That was me.”

“Stop, Kang Sujin.”

“Hit me. Punch me.” He realises, suddenly, that he’s had the hand that she’s holding curled into a fist. Fuck, Seojun curses under his breath, wanting to pull it away, but Sujin’s grip is tighter. Her voice breaks. “C-come on. I deserve it. I’m horrible. I was a bad friend. A bad person. I was— please just hit me.”

“No.” His answer comes resolute, strong.

That seems to switch something inside of her. In an instant, she yells again, coming at him. “Coward!” She shouts, high-pitched, kicking and clawing, but Seojun’s quicker. Years on the street still has him fast on his feet, and he snatches her from the back, pinning her arms to the side.

She’s yelling still, fighting. Her legs are thrashing about. Seojun avoids the bang of her skull, and he shouts too — just so she would hear. Just so she would know.

“I won’t hit you.”

“FUCKING COWARD!”

“Fuck, Sujin—”

“You’re a fucking coward. You think I can’t take you?!”

She probably could. Leave a scratch or two. It’d be bloodied. But that won’t do - and, anyways. What’s the point? Rather than a fight, he just - ... well, he doesn’t know what he wants, but not this. Those nights when he could finally convince her to stay for dinner, maybe. Or those few times when he made her smile, and he feels a little less lonely. And he knows he made her feel the same.

I want to be good, she told him.

He slides down against the door where her struggling has taken him, with Kang Sujin still in his arms. He doesn’t let up. He knows he couldn’t. She’s still fighting against the hold, but it seems as if she knows she’s lost it when they both are on the ground.

Seojun can’t see her face, but she shakes.

He breathes, heavy, and forces out again. “I won’t hit you. Ever.”

Slowly, yet all at once, Seojun hears a wretched sob. Sujin hangs her head, the tips of her black hair touching the knuckles where his hands clutched together across her chest. Seojun lays his head against the door. He sighs.

“Not even back then.” The back of the school. The Lim Jugyeong Bare-face Article. He was angry, yes. But he thinks he doesn’t think he would ever — “So, stop asking me to do it already, will you?”

Sujin is silent, crying.

The sound of it — Seojun doesn’t think he could ever forget. The inhale gasps, the way she holds in her voice, but it leaks in these broken notes anyway, resonating in the air. And all he could hear besides is the slow buzzing of the refrigerator. He’s still holding on to her, staring at the back of her head.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he somehow finds himself saying. He leans forward - kisses the top of that circle where the roots of her hair meet, before he just rests his forehead against it. Waits. Breathes. “I forgive you.”

Sujin shakes some more, weeping.

A/N: I still have a vague timeline for this AU, but this scene has been playing in my mind. I’m planning to put the title as “Mail Delivery Failed: Returning Message To Sender” because I really wanted to explore about both of their heartbreaks from pining and/or loving Suho and Jugyeong respectively, even if it’d been about eight years ago in this AU, but yeah. We’ll see.

Thanks for reading!

#True Beauty #Kang Sujin #Han Seojun #seojun x sujin #writing: true beauty.#writing

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whatwouldyourbiasdo · 4 years ago

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Finding Cinderella | Series | Chapter One

Title: Finding Cinderella

Pairings: Donghae x reader,(Primary) Heechul x reader (Secondary), Kyuhyun x reader (Secondary)

Author’s Note: I have been planning this story for a while but have been battling many writers’ blocks in doing so. This story will mainly focus on Donghae and the reader but will have branching stories between Heechul, Kyuhyun and two secondary OC characters.

Sidenote: Yes, this series will include Kangin and Sungmin. This was originally started back when the two of them were still active members and in my heart they will always be members so I will include them wherever I see fit.

Taglist: Make sure to send us a message if you want to be tagged in future updates on this story

It was a week before the big SM Entertainment company party. Although it was a special occasion to celebrate the company’s success to which not only the artists but also the staff was invited, the staff working for the company had to bust their chops off to get everything ready for the big night.

Music had to be arranged; a DJ to run tracks during the night and he had to be the best of the best, equipment had to be ready and in place to ensure no shortcomings throughout the party, building in a karaoke bar for staff and artist alike to sing their hearts out in the name of good fun. A dance floor especially designed for the occasion, each tile placed with precision in a pattern that, when lit up would create special effects like a lake, fireworks or fire. Decorations had to be in order, balloons, strings, posters of every artist signed and invited. Food prepared by the best chefs in Korea to suit everyone’s taste and preference and to show that SM Entertainment was a well off company who left no dime unturned in treating their staff.

“Yes… Yes, of course, I understand that it takes time to prepare all the preferred dishes… Yes, I understand that changing it last minute will cost extra, that will be no problem.”

Park Eunmi was pacing back and forth through the party venue, the light of her Bluetooth headset blinking rapidly as she once again had to deal with last minute changes by the company, having to convey these orders back to the suppliers and dealing with the complaints that it caused. It was one of the downsides of her job as secretary to the board of executives that she has grown to accept over time.

At age eighteen she started interning at the company for half of minimum wage as she was in dire need of money, having to help support her family after her father’s untimely death that left her with her stepmother and twin step-siblings, as well as pay for her enrollment into the Korean National University of Arts. Her father, Park Jinwoo, had supposedly left some money as inheritance, but had apparently signed it off on her stepmother’s name instead, as he believed that it would be safer in an adult’s hands than with the children. Eunmi had no idea if that was truly the case as she had never been allowed to look at the will, but she assumed that it had been decided as such.

Eunmi had always struggled with accepting the new additions to the family. Her mother had died when she was still young and soon after her father met Kwon Seomi, a rather extravagant young woman with twins of her own; a boy named Kwon Seojun and a girl named Kwon Seola. They were just a year older than Eunmi and to describe them as mischievous was an understatement. It didn’t take long for her father to decide he needed a new mother figure in their lives and married Seomi the following year. Though Seomi never treated Eunmi warmly and motherly, she did her best to tolerate the new additions to the family for the sake of her father who seemed to truly love the new woman in her life.

Seomi never worked a day in her life and spent her days spending Jinwoo’s money for which he worked hard day in and day out. Jinwoo was a talented producer and manager at an entertainment label known as SM Entertainment. Back when he started working for the company, they were just starting their rise in the industry and have long since grown into the company people know, love and sometimes hate today. He had garnered quite a reputation for himself as a respected and praised producer. Unfortunately, when Eunmi had just turned eighteen her father fell ill with an incurable disease and passed away, leaving her in the care of Seomi who reluctantly took care of her as she knew Jinwoo had left most of his inheritance to his favorite and only blood-related daughter but decided not to inform her of the inheritance. Instead, she decided to keep the money for herself to make sure she and her two children could continue to live comfortably while leading Eunmi to believe that they had to turn every dime to make ends meet.

Because Eunmi promised her father to treat Seomi, Seojun and Seola as if they were her real family, she tolerated the unfair treatment they put her through. She endured having to move to the space in the attic as her own room, she endured watching her siblings dress in the newest clothes while she received the hand me downs, believing that because they were older they deserved it first. She endured being looked down upon and left out and finally, she endured having to find a job to pay for her own college degree. She had witnessed Seomi waste money on the twins for an education they threw away like it was worthless and accepted it reluctantly when Seomi told her they couldn’t possibly pay for her enrollment into the National University of Arts.

Deciding that she didn’t want to give up on her dream of becoming a performing artist as her mother, who was a promising young dancer before she settled down for the married life, she decided to take a job to earn some extra money to pay for her enrollment. She applied for a job as an intern at SM Entertainment, stating that she would do anything for less than minimum wage. Feeling sorry for her desperation, as well as acknowledging the fact that she was the daughter of one of their most praised producers, they decided to give her a chance.

Eunmi started doing the jobs no one else wanted to do; get coffee, deliver mail, clean offices, rehearsal spaces and bathrooms, organizing supplies amongst other things. Her dedication didn’t go unnoticed and soon she was promoted to a full-time employee working minimum wage and being rewarded with more honorable tasks such as answering phone calls, arranging the agendas of managers within the company and welcoming guests. And soon she had earned herself enough money to pay for her first term at the university.

But as second term was creeping closer, Seomi’s inheritance well dried up and soon declared that they no longer had enough money to get by. Seeing as she was the only person with a paying job, Seomi guilted Eunmi into giving up her studies and work to support the family. A choice she regretted from the moment she made it, but felt obligated to make as she had promised her father to take care and accept the Kwon family as if they had been blood-related.

Eunmi focused more and more on her job at SM Entertainment and over the years managed to work herself up as secretary to the board of directors, one of the most highly sought after secretary positions within the company. She was directly assisting the current CEO as well as the higher ranked managers who called the shots on any endeavor the company made regarding investments and artistic releases. At the age of twenty-six she had made quite a name for herself for being dedicated and focused, never settling for less than perfect and never handing in a task half-assed.

Her position came with a lot of responsibilities, a lot of stress and required a lot of her free time as she had to be on call at all times. If a scandal broke out, she had to be present to help fix the situation and pull the right strings to cover up that which needed to be covered. If a group released a new song or album, she had to make sure that all the schedules to promote the artist were planned out and greenlit. If a concert had to be planned she had to make sure that the venue and all that involved the concert was arranged to perfection. The only thing she didn’t do was meet and greet with the artist themselves, much to her dismay. It was a job that left her with no social life whatsoever, but she was thankful for the chance she had received and grown to love her job and accomplishments.

“No, we need it on the 25th!” She sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair as her other hand browsed through the list of things she had yet to arrange before the party. “Listen, we are willing to pay extra for the inconvenience if that can speed up the process but if you’re incapable of meeting our demands then I am afraid I will have to take this order elsewhere.” Her tone was demanding and serious, warning the person on the other side that she was not messing around. Her lips curled into a pleased smile as she heard the person stutter at her threat, quickly confirming that they would definitely be able to meet with their demands. After all, there was a lot at stake for a supplier if they refused a client as big as SM Entertainment. “I will forward the payment today, thank you for your cooperation.”

Eunmi pressed the button on her headset to cut the call as she leaned over her clipboard and crossed off the catering on the list of things to arrange. She barely had a moment to breathe when footsteps hurriedly approached her.

“Eunmi-ah! Big problems!”

“Taewoo-ssi.. Calm down,” She frowned as she turned to the taller, somewhat older colleague. His face was screaming panic as sweat was dripping down his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“T-the flowers… The celebrational flower gifts… They got delivered and… and… It’s terrible!”

“They got delivered today?” She frowned, according to their agreement with the supplier and the planning they weren’t supposed to be delivered until the day of the party on the 25th to ensure they were still freshly blooming.

“Yes but that’s not the worst part!” Taewoo continued as he desperately ran his fingers through his messy curls. “They sent us lillies. White lillies.”

“Lilies?! Are they trying to curse us?!” She immediately exclaimed. White lilies were often used for funerals and condolences but never used as a flower gift to congratulate someone. “I thought we specifically ordered an assortment of orchids and roses!”

“We did, it even said so on the sign off sheet!” He nodded as she handed her the piece of paper.

“Then who signed for this?” Clearly the person who signed for the delivery didn’t check if the goods coincided with what they ordered, much less had the amount of common sense to realize that white lilies were definitely not used for their flower gifts.

“Someone at the front desk did… They were here and signed off when I got there.” He huffed again, unlike Eunmi he was less than compatible with any type of stress thrown his way. He had been in the company longer than Eunmi did and when she first started out he was somewhat of a mentor to her. But as she grew within the company, it was clear that the student surpassed the teacher and Taewoo often relied on her expertise to get through his own assignments. Eunmi didn’t mind as much, she owed a great deal to his supervision and encouragement when she first started out and at least he thanked her greatly after the fact. “Yah… What are we going to do? We’re in trouble… The party is in two days...”

As her brows knitted into a thoughtful frown, she tried to come up with a solution to the issue on hand. Of course they had to contact the supplier and make sure the right flowers would be delivered on the morning of the party, and she was not going to accept anything less than a major compensation for their mistake. As for the flowers they had foolishly accepted; they couldn’t return them to the supplier as they were of no use now that they were decreasing in value and condition.

“Are there any message ribbons attached to the lilies?” Eunmi quickly wondered to which she received a negative answer. “Alright, take the lily gifts and donate them to the nearest funeral hall, I’m sure they’ll be of good use there. Tell them that SM Entertainment sends their regards to all the people who have lost a loved one and that, although there isn’t much we can do for the community, we would like to offer this as a token of understanding and condolence as we want to give those who have lost someone to feel loved as part of the community.”

Taewoo stared at her for a moment, he never understood how she came up with ideas and solutions to their issues right on the spot. For some reason she always knew exactly what to do and how to support her argument. “You’re a genius, you know that? But what about the flower arrangements..?”

“Leave that to me, I’ll make a call to the supplier and demand full reimbursement for their mistake, as well as the flowers we had ordered, or threaten their good name with bad reviews.” Eunmi explained as she scrolled down her list of numbers to find the flower supplier.

“Remind me never to get on your bad side!” Taewoo chuckled before giving her a quick and cheeky salute as he headed off to dispose of the white lilies.

#donghae #lee donghae #super junior #super junior donghae #super junior scenario #super junior scenarios #super junior story #super junior imagine #donghae scenario #donghae scenarios #donghae imagine #donghae imagines #donghae story #donghae x reader

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puppetwritings · 8 years ago

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The Shattered Camera || Wonwoo || Pt. 9

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6// Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 // Pt. 11 (FINAL)

Word Count: 3605

Genre: comedy, fluff, paparazzi!au, celebrity!au, angst

Summary: Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?

Wonwoo slept soundly for the next few weeks. Despite what had happened, he was oddly content with his life. He didn’t hate getting out of bed for work and he didn’t mind when Junhui and Soonyoung were too loud. He hadn’t run into you and he assumed that might be why a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He didn’t have to tip-toe around you or lie to you anymore and he certainly didn’t have to talk to you. His life seemed like it was returning back to normal until he woke up to fifty voice mails.

Wonwoo sat, staring at the call log in disbelief. Most of them were from the company, a few were personally from his father, and the other half was spread between his brother and sister, his stepmother, and Mingyu. Wonwoo scratched his neck, picking up his glasses and pushing them up his nose before he stood and stepped out of his room.

“Jeon Wonwoo!”

Wonwoo looked up to find Soonyoung marching over to him. “What is this?”

Wonwo raised an eyebrow and focused his attention on the phone. His eyes widened and he shoved his phone into Soonyoung’s hand before taking Soonyoung’s phone. “Oh my god…”

The article, in big bold letters, read: NO NAME JOURNALIST, JEON WONWOO, AND HALLYU ACTOR, KIM MINGYU, BROTHERS OF LARGEST COMPANY IN SOUTH KOREA.

“No name is a bit harsh though, isn’t it?” Junhui asked, peering over Wonwoo’s shoulder. He looked at his friend with a sympathetic pat on the back, “I like reading your articles.”

“Oh my god, no,” Wonwoo groaned. He scrolled down, looking at the picture and raised his arm to throw the phone before Soonyoung stopped him, stuffing Wonwoo’s own phone back into his hand before stepping back and cradling his baby. Wonwoo pushed his hands down his face, “They took that during Seollal.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, is it?” Soonyoung said, trying to offer some comfort. “I mean, I didn’t know about it, but it’s not that big of a deal. So, you two are related!”

“I should have known Mingyu was going to have someone tailing him. They know nothing about his family—they didn’t even know if Kim Mingyu was his real name,” Wonwoo exclaimed.

“Is it?”

Wonwoo glared at Junhui who backed off immediately. Wonwoo let out a long sigh and his phone rang again. He answered it, pressing his phone to his ear.

“You finally answered?” his dad’s harsh voice pulled through.

Wonwoo bit his lower lip and sighed, “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” his dad repeated, snapping every syllable of his words. “How could you be so stupid?!”

The question echoed past the receiver, making Wonwoo’s face flush in anger. Junhui and Soonyoung glanced at each other and silently excused themselves as Wonwoo fumed, searching for a proper response.

“You’re a complete idiot! If you wanted to keep things quiet, you should have done a better job at it. Now you’ve dragged your younger brother into this and—“

“So it’s about him again.”

“…What?”

“It’s just about Mingyu again, isn’t it?” Wonwoo asked with forced composure in his voice. “Everything is for Mingyu’s sake.”

“Wonwoo, what are you talking about? Why would you shove all your responsibility on your younger brother when you—“

“’Mingyu wants to be an actor, we better give him a chance’,” Wonwoo started, his voice developing a tremble. “’Mingyu can do whatever he wants if he puts his mind to it’. ‘Mingyu’s so precious and amazing. He’s so talented’. ‘No, we can’t push Mingyu to take over the company, that wouldn’t be right’. ‘Wonwoo why don’t you be nicer to Mingyu—he is your younger brother after all’. ‘Wonwoo, we’re busy would you mind looking after Mingyu?’ ‘Wonwoo, what’d you do? Why is Mingyu crying?’”

There was a long silence that filled the receiver before Wonwoo inhaled and spoke again.

“It’s always about Mingyu. If it’s not about Mingyu it’s about it’s about Seojun or Yeonhye,” Wonwoo said, scoffing at the ridiculous idea. “Has it ever been about me? I lived with mom until she died. Did you even care about us at all? Oh, no, of course not. It was always about you and your mistress and your little bastard child. And I’m tired of it! I’m tired of acting like I’m okay with everything and I’m tired of acting like his babysitter all the time.”

“Jeon Wonwoo—“

“And I didn’t even want to take over the company. The only reason you constantly praised me about having a ‘business mind’—which I do not—was because you wanted to stir up competition. I was always just a tool for you,” Wonwoo’s voice was rising now. His normally calm demeanor had disappeared, evolving into pent up rage. “And when I finally snapped and left you told me to never come back, didn’t you? So why would you beg me now? Why do you keep bothering me and sending your damned golden child over here?! Is it because of Yeonhye and Seojun? Is it because they weren’t as great as you thought they were? Why not use Mingyu? Because he’s too precious? Just—do you know how tired I am of constantly playing scapegoat for your family?!”

Wonwoo stopped then. He wanted to know the old man’s reaction. His breathing was heavy now and his throat felt clogged. His voice had gotten watery and trembled and only when he stopped shouting had he realized that he was crying. His chest hurt.

“It’s your family too, Wonwoo.”

And that’s when he hung up. Wonwoo stared at his phone and threw it into the kitchen where it hit the oven with a loud bang and fell to the ground. He glared at it angrily for a moment and sighed, turning away from the damaged cell phone.

“Is…that really what you think?”

Wonwoo looked up.

Mingyu stood at the end of the hallway, staring at Wonwoo. His eyes were unreadable though Wonwoo could sense pity and maybe even guilt.

Wonwoo looked away, unsure of what to say.

“Do you…really hate me?”

“No,” Wonwoo mumbled softly. “Not you,” he looked up at Mingyu, “Just what you remind me of.”

Mingyu pursed his lips and nodded. His eyes awkwardly roamed the ground before he opened his mouth again to speak and promptly closed it.

“Sorry.”

“No!” Mingyu spoke louder than he meant. He cleared his throat and his voice quieted, “No, it’s not your fault. I…it’s my fault. I’m just a little slow with these things. I’m spoiled—but you probably know that already.”

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo sighed, “That’s not what I—“

“You don’t have to comfort me,” Mingyu said, his eyes telling Wonwoo he really meant it. “Um…I’m sorry.”

The two brothers stood in a tense, uncomfortable silence for a moment before Wonwoo walked towards Mingyu. Mingyu glanced up at him, unsure what to expect, when Wonwoo simply walked past him, slipped his shoes on, and left his own apartment. Mingyu’s shoulders drooped. His eyes traveled to the phone that Wonwoo smashed and he walked over to it, carefully picking it up and wondering what kind of phone replacement Wonwoo wanted.

Your shoulders ached from filming. You had been on set and traveling with the crew from seven in the morning until ten at night. As you walked home, your feet dragging in your shoes and your legs feeling like led, you couldn’t help but think about Wonwoo and Mingyu. Mingyu, whose family had been a mystery even while you were dating, and Wonwoo, whom you had just met—just how complicated was their family situation?

You had read the article on the two earlier in the day. It was poorly written with only the picture, a flashy headline, and a few blurbs from “insiders” (just people who worked at the company and had never seen the two young masters before). It was one of the worst articles ever with little proof of the two actually being brothers but the comments had exploded; a lot praising Mingyu for being good-looking, tall, rich, and charming while others questioned who Jeon Wonwoo was. There were comments like “I’ve read a few of his articles, he’s very eloquent” while others were harsher, lashing, and made ridiculous assumptions as to why Mingyu and Wonwoo lived such different lives completely unrelated to their father’s booming empire.

Guilt struck you as you pitifully walked home and as you thought of these two brothers. You were just another bump in the road of whatever relationship had been between these two. Were they on good terms? They must have been if they were defending each other against your accusations, right? But then again, maybe it was just because they wanted to keep it a family problem.

Your brain buzzed with the endless possibilities until you stopped at the corner store and went inside to buy a few bandages for your heel. It had been cut up during the filming while you were running around in heels.

You walked to the park, the cool air fanning your cheeks. You were reluctant to go back up to the apartment in case you ran into any of them—Wonwoo, Mingyu, even Junhui and Soonyoung. You headed towards the children’s playground, thinking that you could sit on the swings while you placed the bandages on your heel and then sit around for a breather a little afterwards.

Your bag swinging and soft humming stopped when you saw someone sitting on the swings, head tilted up as he stared at the stars with a terribly sad expression on his face. You pursed your lips, unsure of whether you should sit beside him or not. You let out a sigh and inhaled to steel your confidence before you walked over, falling into the swing and placing the plastic bag beside you. The chains of the swing jangled and Mingyu looked over, sitting up in surprise.

You took his face in and sighed, reaching into your purse and pulling out some tissues. You waved it in his face, “Take it.”

Mingyu stared at the tissues in surprise before you sighed, pushing yourself towards him and shoving the tissues in his hand. You swung back and looked at him with a frown, “You’re crying.”

“I—what?” Mingyu reached up, patting his cheek and then below his eyes. His eyes widened in surprise and he hurriedly brushed away his tears, blowing his nose a little before awkwardly looking at you. He give you a sweet smile and a quiet thanks.

You rolled your eyes, “Clumsy, as usual.”

“Well, I just didn’t realize,” Mingyu mumbled in protest. He glanced over at you again and looked ahead.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“The article,” you said.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I’m used to things like that,” Mingyu shrugged. He grinned, “You’re the one that cares about articles and what people say about you.”

You glared at him, “Then why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” Mingyu chuckled. “I didn’t even realize I was crying.”

“Which means you must be really sad,” you nudged him with your foot. “Tell me. I promise I won’t tell reporters.”

Mingyu rolled his eyes, a smile still on his face, “It’s nothing, really.”

You stared at him and he leaned against the chain of the swing, tilting his head as he waited for you to speak. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?”

“That thing,” you said, waving your hand vaguely.

Mingyu frowned, his brows furrowing, “What thing?”

“That thing where you just act like you’re fine and you hold things in,” you said.

Mingyu scoffed, “Am not.”

“You totally are.”

“Y/N, you’re thinking too—“

“You always do this to yourself and it’s so infuriating,” you said, kicking your shoe against the ground. “You think you not saying anything about how you’re feeling is just going to make everything better? It’s not. It’s just going to make the people around you worried and confused and they’re going to think you don’t like them. This is just like when we started dating and you didn’t think to tell me that you didn’t actually like me and you were just—“

“Wait, you knew?”

You glared at him, “Of course I knew! Do you think I’m dumb or something? But I didn’t care because I liked you!”

Mingyu stared at you in stunned silence and you scoffed.

“You’re not that slick, Mingyu.”

Mingyu laughed in disbelief and then chuckled again, grinning at you, “You’re a lot smarter than I gave you credit for.”

“And you’re a lot ruder than I remembered,” you mumbled, glaring at him.

Mingyu looked ahead, smiling as he twiddled his thumbs. “But…”

“What?”

“I really did like you,” Mingyu said, glancing in your direction. “That’s a part you got wrong…I was trying to use you to get over my break-up but I still liked you.”

Your cheeks flushed at the sudden confession and then you sighed, turning back to him. “So what’s wrong? Why were you crying?”

“I just got into a fight.”

“A fist fight?”

“No, an argument,” Mingyu replied, smiling as he brushed his feet against the rough ground, “With Wonwoo.”

“Oh…”

“It wasn’t really an argument. More of awkward apologies,” Mingyu chuckled, “I overheard his conversation with our dad and he said some hurtful things. It’s not like I didn’t know that’s what he thought before.”

“That’s still…”

“It’s what it is,” Mingyu shrugged. He looked at you, “Has Wonwoo ever told you about his family?”

You shook your head.

Mingyu thought for a second and you wondered what he would tell you. His eyes were trained on the stars as he tried to find out where to start. He let out a long sigh and turned to you, “Don’t misunderstand him.”

“What do you mean?”

“It might seem cliché but he’s been hurt often,” Mingyu sighed, throwing his head back again. “I’m not telling you to forgive all of his actions but he has trouble expressing himself. He feels like if he does then people will find a weakness and they’ll use it against him—it’s all our older siblings’ fault really. He’s actually really nice and sweet and even though he doesn’t have to he puts me first…”

There was something lonely about Mingyu in that moment: the tone of his voice, the reflection in his eyes as he stared at the stars and the dry smile against his lips. He glanced at you with another brief shot of a smile before he continued.

“Wonwoo’s dad was having an affair with my mom when Wonwoo was a year old. I think Wonwoo’s mom knew that something had been going on for a while but she just didn’t say anything—she was a sweet woman from what I’ve been told and she had a great temper. But in doing this, she also hurt herself. Eventually, Wonwoo’s dad told my mom and me to move in. At first we all lived together but for some reason his dad wouldn’t call for a divorce,” Mingyu began to swing back and forth, his head still tilted back at the stars. “People have their limits and Wonwoo’s mom took her youngest and moved out.”

“That’s terrible,” you mumbled.

Mingyu nodded, halting the swing. He sighed, tilting his head to lean against the chain, “Eventually Wonwoo’s mom got sick. I don’t actually remember what it was but during that time, his dad rarely went to visit her if he ever did. My mom started getting friendlier with Wonwoo’s older siblings and I became more like their little brother than Wonwoo was. It felt wrong though—to replace him—and I always threw tantrums as a way to ward them off,” Mingyu chuckled, “It didn’t work.”

There was a pause as Mingyu gathered his thoughts and you watched him attentively.

“Wonwoo moved back in with us after his mom died,” Mingyu said, pursing his lips. “After that…well, after that he was treated poorly. He wasn’t treated well before since his siblings saw him as a rival. With me, I was just that ditzy bastard child—I wasn’t anything special but Wonwoo excelled at everything. He was smart, good at sports, he had a fantastic way with words—he wants to be a writer you know—and most importantly, he’s got that business mind. His two siblings felt that he was the obvious heir and instead of trying harder to prove their father wrong, they decided to bully Wonwoo.

“I really liked Wonwoo. He took care of me even though I was sure he didn’t like me. He became friends with me and treated me like he would a younger brother. There wasn’t a second that I doubted he cared for me,” Mingyu grinned, “but I knew he held some type of animosity in his heart. Why wouldn’t he? My mom ruined his family, after all.”

“Mingyu…don’t say that, it was—“

“I know whose fault it is but I was the outcome of that fault,” Mingyu shrugged. “Even if I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m still living proof that something wrong happened, you know? But Wonwoo told me the same thing you were going to tell me—it’s not my fault.”

Mingyu sighed, staring at his shoes, “He’s a really good guy. When he heard that I started dating you right after my break up, he told me not to. He said I’d only hurt you and I guess he was right,” he glanced at you sheepishly before looking away, “I should have listened.”

“Wonwoo seems to be like a good older brother,” you said with a smile.

Mingyu grinned widely and nodded, “He is! And that’s why I know he didn’t actually mean what he said back at his apartment. He was just angry at Dad.”

“Was it bad?” you asked, frowning.

Mingyu shrugged, “Nothing I haven’t thought of before.”

“So…what’re you going to do now?” you asked, “About the article?”

“The article said nothing but the vague truth. The only thing that’s bad is the comments,” Mingyu said. “It’s not going to affect me but Wonwoo…”

“What’s going to happen with Wonwoo?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird a millionaire’s son is working as a reporter?” Mingyu questioned. You nodded. “That’s because Wonwoo struck up a deal with our dad—he said that he would be able to make a living peacefully without his help. The two conditions were making a living and live peacefully. He’s on the front page of a magazine and a newspaper now so…”

You gulped, staring at the ground.

“Long story short,” Mingyu concluded, looking at you. You turned to look at him and his dazzling smile. He leaned towards you a little, “Try to play nice with my older brother, he’s a good guy.”

“Why does it sound like you want me to date him?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Aren’t you guys dating? I saw you two coming back together.”

“That was a friend date, Kim Mingyu,” you said, standing and smoothing down your shirt.

“Ah, a friend date,” Mingyu smirked, standing after you. “So it’s okay if I do this?”

Mingyu pressed a quick peck to your lips before drawing back, taking in your shocked expression. He ruffled your hair gently with a chuckle, “Still cute as always.”

“Wh-what are you—“

“I’m sorry about how we broke up,” Mingyu said, suddenly looking like a guilty puppy. “It was selfish of me and I put you through a lot. But I hope we can be friends from now on?”

“You kiss me and then ask to be friends? You have a really special way of thinking,” you said, shaking your head. Mingyu continued to look at you hopefully before you sighed and nodded, “Yes, we can be friends.”

Mingyu smiled widely and pulled you into a hug, “Thank you!”

“Now let me go. I’m tired from filming all day,” you mumbled, sitting back down on the swings and pulling the plastic bag closer to you.

Mingyu watched curiously as you pulled off his shoes before he knelt down and offered to help you with the bandages. Once they were secure he stood and helped you up. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

You nodded and waved, “Thank you, Mingyu.”

Mingyu shrugged, “Thank you for listening.”

“Always a pleasure,” you said, smiling as you watched Mingyu leave your neighborhood park.

You picked up your trash, threw it away in a nearby trashcan, and went to your apartment.

As you left the elevator, you saw someone walking down the hall. You quickened your pace when you saw them heading in the direction of yours and Wonwoo’s apartment. The door clicked as the lock unlocked and was pulled open. As the tenant stepped in and the door nearly closed, you stepped forward and stopped it, stumbling into Wonwoo’s apartment.

Wonwoo turned around, staring at you in surprise. “What are you do—“

“Wanna have a drink?” you asked, grinning widely and pointing to the wall beside you that you and Wonwoo shared, “I got a lot of alcohol.”

Wonwoo was stunned for a minute before his composure returned and he scoffed, “Haven’t you learned your lesson about drinking?”

“I have,” you nodded, “but I figured you’d take me up on my offer.”

“You aren’t angry?”

“No reason I should be.”

“I lied to you.”

“You did, but for a good reason,” you shrugged.

Wonwoo stared at you with suspicion as you watched him hopefully. He sighed nodding and you grinned, pulling him out of his apartment and into yours.

#wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo fanfiction #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenario #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfiction #the shattered camera ff

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gcholdtrops · 12 days ago

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❗ joonwoo & seojun

UNEXPECTED KISS | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! | @fadinglights

library was like a second home of his all through high school, today being no different. except, he had found a certain joonwoo trailing behind him, murmuring questions of why seojun needed this or that book. for what subject they'd need to find out about alphanumeric characters, when that alone had involved his own personal interest in computer science and programming. as the male was reaching for the very top shelf, the presence of joonwoo behind him shifted to be in front of him, between his torso and the book shelf.

right as seojun was about to rise a question about this sudden movement, lips were pressed to his own, fingers curling into the front of his hoodie. eyes blinked a few times, shocked to say the least. however, male found his lids get heavy and pressing back into the kiss, fingers pushing book back into position, as other hand cupped joonwoo's cheek; ready to risk them being caught as he was feeling the months of frustrations piled up, pushing into this kiss. however, that cheeky smirky grin then proved that joonwoo was onlym playing with him, the poke to seojun's cheek and words of him knowing seojun had a weak spot against him, causing him to snort. " mmm, you're such a ... " tongue pokes inside of cheek as he thinks the word tease in his mind.

#seojun : answering mail #seojun & joonwoo #fadinglights #idk its been living rent-free in my head .#this library kiss KJNDFGDFG #pre dating

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‘can we get coffee if i come?’ (Billie for Vector. You know she's giving him the Big Eyes to get him to do something vaguely relaxing)

There's an off tempo rattle from the ceiling fan. One-two-clank. One-two-three-clank. It's starting to drive him up a wall, but what's he supposed to do about it? Vector's far, far too deep in rendering the middle stages of development. If his focus was to loosen even the tiniest amount, he'll have to regroup again. Spend unnecessary minutes to try and figure out where he left off.

His eyes burn something fierce, and he's tired. So incredibly tired.

If it hadn't been for a friendly reminder of life outside of his 9 to 5 ( 9 to 10, more like ), he would've sat in the same spot for another half day. Yet he's here, outside the den of his office, working some blood flow back into his limbs via subtle stretching. "Of course. I could use a cup myself." Or two, or three — four, tops. Vector tries to stifle a yawn, but fails behind a last minute cover of hand to mouth. "I swear, time passes by quicker in there compared to anywhere else. How has your evening been so far?"

#* & bbring bbring mail time — answered .#billie garcía — interaction .#* & vector 'han seojun' — dialogue .#// save him hot kind vampire lady. save him

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tewwor · 6 months ago

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1 or 14! muse roulette, whomever ur itching for <3

setting prompts ( accepting!!! )

1. a rural gas station in the middle of the night

There's a reason he's often the first to call when a job goes to shit. Bodily harm aside, he's often sat another marked down to talk. Help work through the drastic change from life as they'd once known to this new reality of things. It's a hard process for everyone. He understands this best, having lived through so many hunts and cases — having seen the rise and fall of so many new members. Just about everything out there wants to pick them off like flies. And while they're all built to withstand more than the average person, no one really talks about the mental effects collected along the way.

That's why he's here instead of his stuffy office. All it took was one message from Rem about him, and he requested time off immediately. A single bag was packed while he phoned the two other people that might have a chance at helping. Then he was off, peeling through the streets to pick one of them up before going cross country.

The calm dementor he usually carries is nowhere to be seen. He's tense. Far too quiet to be played off as exhaustion or simply having a 'bad day'. Some of the shit the marked get into is rough. Diabolical, even. But this? This is fucking bleak, and it shows by the thin set of his lips and how hard he clutched at the steering wheel.

By the time they pull into a gas station, he's so wound up that his knees creak upon stepping outside. "You need anything inside?" The driver side door slams shut before he goes to fill the tank. Personally, he doesn't need to head into the store, but there's still some part of him that wants a distraction.

#* & bbring bbring mail time — answered .#persephone — interaction .#* & vector 'han seojun' — dialogue .

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maariarogers · 4 years ago

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everyday it will rain

Summary: After confronting Seojun when he sees him hugging Jugyeong in front of the bookstore, Suho processes his feelings. Unfortunately — or fortunately — he only has his sister to turn to. Characters: Lee Suho and Lee Selena Mentions: Suho x Jugyeong Author’s Note: A re-write of episode 16, with a more considerate Suho and more background to what happened after he flew to US and took care of his father. Feel free to read Part 1 but this could be read separately.

PS: Italics are in Japanese.

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“Maybe Dad should be back in Korea.”

It’s stupid. A thoughtless suggestion. Suho knows immediately that it’s something inconsiderable the moment it leaves his mouth, but there’s a childish sort of stubbornness in him that has him stares straight at his sister again. It’s a good thing Selena’s at an event, and not in her store.

Suho isn’t sure yet how to face Jugyeong.

Not after witnessing the hug that she shared with Seojun.

Selena, however, doesn’t seem amused. She rarely ever does. Only towards the cameras, perhaps. Only when it is asked of her professionally. Suho suddenly feels small - at least there is something that Selena could still smile about, genuine or not. At least there is something that pushes her to put in an effort in any way that could be.

What does Suho has? An acceptance letter, and bunch of e-mails back-and-forth requesting for a deferment.

Fortunately, she doesn’t voice out that she may just be annoyed that he’s here, ambushing her on set. Selena usually knows that Suho could behave, but years ago, it’d been his own request that they don’t make their familial relationship known. Suho isn’t like their father and Selena; he can’t stand the spotlight. Doesn’t understand the appeal of being in the centre of attention.

The fact that she doesn’t point out his hypocrisy — well, Suho can’t thank her enough, feeling sorry that he’d put her in a slightly compromising position. Lately, that’s all he ever think of doing: thanking someone, then being sorry that he had to in the first place.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Selena looks at him from the mirror. Someone from the wardrobe department is fixing something on her clothes. Selena adds, in fluent Japanese, “You know Dad can’t travel that far yet.”

He knows, but —

Suho bites his tongue. He’s lost the argument. He doesn’t know what’s happening with him lately. The recklessness at booking the ticket to Korea, the determination to chase after Jugyeong whom he dumped, and then - then asking this. Asking something so stupid. All for what, the promise of searching for something he’s missing? Of finding peace in his past? Doctor Anne, his therapist, has just been spreading false promises.

Suho just feels like a wreck.

(He had thought of it, hadn’t he? That there’s a chance that she might’ve moved on. She might’ve met someone new, someone better. He thought he’d have the guts, the will, to fight for her still. To, dumbly he thought, seduce, maybe, if he had to. But that was all just fake confidence. The moment Jugyeong was in someone else’s arms, the moment he knew it was Seojun, Suho had walked away. What else could he have done? He did this to himself. He essentially gave the permission.)

(Even though he knew Seojun was lying after. He must be. Or - or even if he wasn’t, what if it was true, that Suho’s too late anyways? That he ripped off his chance the moment he ended that phone call, two years ago, and never call her again?)

“What are you thinking?” Selena asks — no, demands — her gaze is piercing.

“Just,” Suho feels his throat tightens around air. He swallows it down, but it still - hurts, somehow. “He’s alone.”

Selena rolls her eyes. “He’s a grown adult. He can take care of himself, baby brother.”

Can he? Suho isn’t so sure. Selena wasn’t really the one who had to spoon-fed their father, to help change him everyday so he could stay clean and not develop bedsore, the one who talked to him everyday when he finally did wake up. No, anything about his father directly had been Suho’s part to care for.

Selena had only come and go, visiting only to see if Suho was fed himself, that the tutors still come in, that the bills are paid, and Dad’s nurses aren’t stealing from them.

She was the silent partner: she relentlessly provide or care for on any whim their stay in US has caused them, but the distant she kept between father and herself is still ocean-wide, father being sick or not.

I have no family, he remembers telling once to Lim Jugyeong. He wonders if Selena often feels the same way.

More so, he reminisces in guilt, that Suho often asks her to not reveal them to the public. And believing that she’d been comfortable, anyways, being so far away from him. After all, wasn’t it after she left to study on her own that Selena truly soared? Without having to hover over her little brother, Selena touched the sky, reached the top.

But instantly, Suho feels a wave of nausea from thinking so.

No - Selena may have been harsh, and straightforward at times. The sister who doesn’t tolerate small mistakes. But he knows more than anyone that they’ve only got another, if no one else, in this world. That, at the very least, when Dad turned his back, when Mom was gone, he could still trust in her, as much as she trusts in him.

Selena didn’t soar without him — she soars because of him.

She told him this. He has to remember it.

“Right,” Suho answers - tongue-tied. “I’m just needlessly worrying.”

“No,” Selena’s reply is quick. This time, when Suho faces her, he isn’t looking at a reflection. Selena has their mother’s face, all round and long, but hers doesn’t come with mother’s gentleness. No, hers are set in a calculating frown. Suho wonders if that’s how he looks sometimes.

Cold.

“You want Dad here as an excuse,” Suho doesn’t know what he expects. That Selena might not notice, or maybe, if his luck was good, that she won’t acknowledge it. He looks to the ground. Selena speaks again, “Why?”

Suho doesn’t answer.

“Do you not want to go back to the US?” Selena asks, and it almost hits home. Almost. Suho looks up, and he knows that she’s aware how close she is to being right.

She flips her hair. “You still have to go back either way. You were accepted to MIT.”

MIT. Any other Koreans, or any other person really, would jump ecstatically, would smile, at the mention of having an acceptance letter to the university - but all Suho does is swallow around a heartache. Since when have the United States feel so much like a quicksand - one flight over, and it’s like he’s threatened to be there for years, away from—

From Jugyeong, but he’s trying not to think about that.

Selena shakes her head. Scoffs. “You want him here because you want a reason to stay.”

He looks to her.

She knows.

Selena, for a split second, abandons her tough look. She reaches over and ruffles his hair. Like he’s ten years old again, like she’s merely promising him that she’s just a couple of doors away if he ever has nightmares about their mom again. “You don’t have to use Dad to be in Korea, Suho.”

It feels like he should.

Why else would he roam here, anyways? He thought he’d come back to see what he could do with the relationship he burned, but he’s thoughtless to not think that he might return to a land of ashes.

And Seojun... — Suho thinks with a pained chest, if it could be anyone, he wouldn’t have minded it to be Seojun. If that’s who Jugyeong chooses, then - what else could he have done? Move on, maybe.

Find a purpose.

“What else am I doing here, then?” Suho asks in a broken whisper, feeling tears prickling at the edges of his eyes. His mask of indifference, of the lover, of the praiseable son, cracking.

Selena sighs, heavy. “I told you not to get yourself hurt, baby brother.”

She sits next to him, pulls him into a hug, and Suho, he can’t help himself - he weeps.

Author’s Note: Next chapter is a re-write of how Jugyeong and Suho possibly meet one another again after episode 15! Thank you for reading ＼(≧▽≦)／

#True Beauty #Lee Suho #Lee Selena #Suho x Jugyeong #writing: true beauty.#writing

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