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CAT CAFE!AU WONHUI'S PURR-FECT DATE! PLEASE AND THANK YOU~ 🖤

i would absolutely love to write their perfect date! i’m sorry it took me this long to get around to this, but i am literally a Hot Mess™ and i just have to apologise for that.

Wonwoo is pretty sure he’s going to vomit out of sheer nerves. He did it once in high school, right before he had a public speaking thing. Honestly, it’s a miracle Wonwoo is a physics teacher when he absolutely hates making his opinion known to large groups of people. Maybe it’s because his students hardly register as people. High schoolers are kinds their own kind of species, right?

Damn it. Wonwoo really wishes he could talk to someone right now. He desperately needs some advice.

He self-consciously smooths down the button-up he wears to work. He’d been wearing a tie – dark blue with physics equations scribble all over it in white lines  but it was a little nerdy for even him, so he removed it before he even got to the cafe. Wonwoo checks his jeans; at least they’re not horribly stained. They’re even a clean pair.

Wonwoo feels himself sweat. At least his button-up is black.

It’s just dinner. What could go wrong?

Everything, Wonwoo decides nervously. Literally everything could go wrong.

“Are you okay?”

Wonwoo yelps, jumping in his seat. His eyes are hilariously wide behind his round glasses, but he can’t help it. Seungcheol damn near gave him a heart attack.

Wonwoo likes Seungcheol enough. He’s a nice guy, who takes in all kinds of cats if he can. More than half the cats in Catstronomy are strays, after all. He also runs adoption drives sometimes.

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. Wonwoo is starting to realise that maybe he does that thing where he’s so in his head that he’s just staring, instead of answering the question.

“I’m... fine,” Wonwoo says with a weak smile.

Seungcheol is understandably unconvinced. “I don’t recall you looking three seconds away from puking when you’re ‘fine’.” He even does the stupid air quotes. When Seungcheol smiles, it’s sharp. “If you play with Junhui’s feelings, I will gut you and feed your entrails to the cats. Or worse.” He pauses dramatically, making sure to keep eye contact with Wonwoo. “I’ll sic Jihoon on you.”

Wonwoo’s face drains of colour. He’s seen Jihoon hoist Fluffy – the fattest Persian cat that’s almost as much fat as he is fluff – with one hand and not break out a sweat. Everyone else at least is red-faced after hefting that monster of a cat. Jihoon could literally pound him into a pulp, and it’s not a secret that Junhui is his favourite person in the cafe (after Seungcheol, of course).

“I really like Junhui,” Wonwoo blurts out. His palms are slick with sweat. “I wouldn’t ever hurt him, I swear!”

Seungcheol scrutinizes Wonwoo. Then, his expression relaxes into a genuine smile. Wonwoo wonders if it’s the nervous sweat on his upper lip that’s convincing.

“Good,” the owner of Catstronomy says. “Junhui probably hasn’t told you, but he likes you too. Don’t fuck this up.”

Wonwoo is frozen in his seat until Junhui picks him up.

“Hey! I’m done – why do you look like you want to piss your pants?” Junhui frowns, hands on his hips. “Did Seungcheol hyung threaten you?”

Wonwoo just nods mutely.

Junhui rolls his eyes theatrically. “Just because we call him the dad of the group doesn’t mean he has to act like it. He’s hopeless.”

Actually, Wonwoo is the hopeless one, but Junhui is convinced he isn’t, so he won’t quite disillusion him this early.

Wonwoo clears his throat and grins. From the look on Junhui’s face – equal parts amused and fond – it must look as awkward as it feels. At the very least, Junhui isn’t completely turned off and that’s a win.

“Ready to go to dinner?” Junhui asks, sliding out of his seat.

Wonwoo hesitates, then follows. He doesn’t flinch when Junhui pulls him out of the cafe with a jaunty wave towards Jihoon at the front counter. Junhui thinks out loud, listing potential date places. They all sound wonderful and Wonwoo would love to explore everywhere Junhui wants to go.

Junhui turns to Wonwoo expectantly.

“How about KBBQ?” Wonwoo asks.

Junhui face lights up. Wonwoo thinks that if Junhui wanted the moon, he’d move heaven and earth itself to give it to him.

In theory, a KBBQ place sounds great. They’re relatively private without only leaving the two of them in a room, Wonwoo can show off his great hunter-gathering skills by cooking some meat and it’s not so loud that Wonwoo has to shout.

In reality, Wonwoo manages to burn himself on the grill four times accidentally, Junhui is in tears of laughter and the first few pieces of beef that Wonwoo cooks ends up being overcooked, tough squares that would make Mingyu weep.

Wonwoo swears he’s better than this. Usually. Mingyu and Seungkwan can label him a certified hot mess all they want, but he’s not actually this bad. It’s just that... Junhui is a distraction. A wonderful distraction that he doesn’t mind being caught by over and over again.

Junhui pulls the linen towel away from his hand, checking on the reddened skin. It doesn’t sting much – the ice helps in that case – but Wonwoo thinks it feels better because Junhui is the one nursing him.

Wonwoo really likes Junhui. It’s not a problem at all.

Junhui laughs, covering his mouth with a hand. “I’m sorry,” he says softly. “Maybe we should’ve gone somewhere that cooked the food before it reached the table.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen. “Are you kidding me? This is the best date ever,” he blurts out.

Junhui blinks, then looks down at Wonwoo’s injured hand.

“Best dates usually don’t involve bodily harm,” Junhui says with a wry smile.

Wonwoo shakes his head. “Are you kidding? I’m on a date with you. That’s more than enough for me.”

Looking back on it, Wonwoo has to admit that it was pretty smooth of him to say that. Junhui must think that too, from the blush that invades his cheek and the prettiest shy smile ever playing on his lips.

“You’re such a smooth talker,” Junhui teases. “You’re lucky I like nerds.”

Wonwoo has to agree. Wonwoo is lucky. He’s the luckiest man on the whole damn planet. (Junhui would disagree. He’s argue that he’s the lucky one.)

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hey!! idr if u remember me lol but i took a quick break from tumblr only to come back to the BEST THING!! a nice little stack of ur posts to read!!! so thank u for that :)

i do remember you took a quick break!!! welcome back! i’m sorry i couldn’t come back sooner, but i’m glad you had a little stack of something to make you feel nice and welcome!

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... okay I lied. This is the last one heh. Ask games #5: 13,17 for Jicheol in Nanny AU

guys, just know that i literally beg soojin to send me asks so you guys should do her a favour and check out her blog if you’re caratarmy or just, also, have an obsession with jimin like most of the world (he’s not my bias but i too have a bit of an obsession with park jimin and that’s just a part of life)

#13: “Choose. Piggyback or princess carry.”

#17: “Dammit! I should’ve snapped a picture!”

It’s a week before the end of the summer holidays that Jihoon finally manages to get the whole Choi family together for a picnic at Han River. Between Seungcheol and Jisoo busying themselves with a new play, Wonwoo and his part-time job at the music shop (it had been a long argument between Seungcheol and Jihoon – between Seungcheol keeping his eldest son at home and pampered like the trust fund baby he is versus Jihoon’s practical views about teaching the young man the importance of earning his own money… and also getting Wonwoo out of the house sometimes so he can have his own personal time), Mingyu with his basketball team (a team he only joined to get closer to his new crush but ended up being pretty good at it) and Hansol with his piano lessons, it’s been hard to get all four Chois in the house at the same time.

Honestly, Jihoon is impressed he managed to pull it off. And he didn’t even pack any wine this time. (Jeonghan made a strong case for it, though, but Jihoon doubts there’ll be any shenanigans happening on this trip. It’s just a picnic, for god’s sake. What’s the worst that could happen?)

Well, not even Jihoon could have predicted that big dog bowling him over honestly.

When he says big dog, he means big. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought it was actually a small horse that pounced on him and slobbered all over his new shirt. (It’s not like he bought the shirt just to impress Seungcheol or whatever – don’t be ridiculous. Lee Jihoon does not have the hots for his boss.)

“Oh my god – I’m so sorry!” the dog owner cries out. Running behind the wolf-dog is a guy that looks like he’s barely out of high school.

He’s half a head shorter than Jihoon, which is why he isn’t surprised she lost control of the beast. At this rate, he’s convinced it’s mostly wolf. His dog’s leash is dangling from his hand, the end of it frayed from where it had given under the veritable strength of the wolf-dog currently sitting on Jihoon’s ribcage.

“It’s fine,” he wants to say.

Instead, all he manages to come up with is a warbled, confused, “Eh?” He sounds vaguely like a beached whale.

“Holy shit,” someone laughs, somewhere above Jihoon’s head. He thinks it might be Jeonghan. Jeonghan, who’s laughing at him a little. Honestly, fuck Jeonghan.

“Dino, down!” the kid cries, physically lifting the wolf-dog off Jihoon’s chest. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, damn.

Finally, Jihoon feels like he can breathe normally, although his head feels fuzzy. The weight lifted off his chest is a relief, but it only brings all his aches and bruises in sharp relief.

“That’s a hell of a dog,” Jihoon croaks, sitting up gingerly.

The kid literally holding the wolfhound from slobbering all over Jihoon grins sheepishly. “She’s usually better behaved, but it’s been a week since I got to walk her…” The kid blinks, holding out a hand to help Jihoon up, because he’s still lying on the pavement like a dumbass. “I’m Chan.”

“Jihoon.” He bites back an amused smile. It’s not every day you meet a guy by having his dog run you over. “After-school walk, huh?”

“School?” Chan lets out a surprised laugh. “I’m thirty-two. I’m way over school.”

Jihoon flushes, trying his best not to sputter as he does a double take. In the loose jeans and hoodie, Chan looks like a regular college student. Maybe Jihoon spends way too much time around kids if he can’t even tell the difference between a teenager and someone who’s only five years younger than him.

He accepts the proffered hand. “You look a lot young – ack!”

Jihoon stumbles forward, almost bodily slamming into Chan as his ankle buckles under him. He’s lucky Chan is a lot stronger than he looks, or he’d be flat on the ground again.

“Are you okay?” Chan asks, lips pursed in worry as he steadies Jihoon.

“I’m…” Jihoon trails off as he gingerly applies weight on his right ankle. He lets out a hiss as pain travels up his leg. “Ah, fuck.”

Dino is an exceptionally good wolf-dog, because she doesn’t go around trying to tackle other unsuspecting characters. She does, however, sniff Jihoon’s ankle and proceed to cover her snout in shame. She even lets out a little whine. Cute little bastard.

“Puppy!” Hansol exclaims.

Jihoon turns and sure enough, there Hansol is, tugging on his dad’s hand impatiently.

And, of course, there Seungcheol is, looking stupidly handsome and – and concerned, in his denim shorts that show off muscled calves and a black t-shirt that clings to Seungcheol’s broad shoulders.

Jihoon definitely does not have a thing for his boss.

“That’s not a puppy. It’s bigger than you,” Mingyu sighs, all sassy and long-suffering at the age of sixteen. He eyes Jihoon critically, melted ice cream making sticky rivulets along his fingers as he holds out his ice cream.

Wonwoo meanders behind, his eyes covered by his expensive sunglasses so Jihoon can’t figure out what he’s thinking.

“Getting friendly with the dog walkers, hyung?” Wonwoo calls out, pulling his shades down low so Jihoon can see the disapproving look he’s shooting him.

“Don’t be rude, brat,” Jihoon retorts, but he feels a telltale heat creeping up his neck. He is inappropriately close to Chan – a literal stranger – but he really doesn’t want to faceplant on the pavement. (Especially not with Seungcheol watching…)

Jihoon turns to Jeonghan, but he has the brim of his cap over his eyes, arms crossed. He looks like he’s napping, which is pretty much the only time he’s not causing trouble. Jihoon could’ve sworn the butler was awake a minute ago, though…

“Are you okay?” Seungcheol asks, eyes flickering between Chan and Jihoon.

He has a hand on Jihoon’s elbow, almost possessively. It’s a strange feeling; Jihoon standing in the middle of Hangang Park with a strange man’s arm around his waist and his boss’ possessive hand on his elbow. Maybe he knocked his head on the way down.

“I’m fine,” Jihoon says. Unfortunately, he voids his statement by wincing when he attempts to put weight on his injured ankle.

“I think Jihoon-ssi might have hurt his ankle,” Chan pipes up. “I’d love to bring him to a clinic, but I have an, uh, an appointment to get to.” He shoots Jihoon a warm smile. “I’m really sorry about Dino. She usually only bowls over cute guys.”

Jihoon sputters at that, ears absolutely burning red as Chan winks at him before grabbing Dino by the collar and muscling the giant dog away. Jihoon’s just about to take a step towards that brat and shake his fist at him, but his ankle twitches and all he can manage to say is, “Oh, shit – ”

Before he can eat concrete, there’s a strong arm around his waist and his face is mashed into a broad chest. He swallows down a squeak, hands spread out in front of him so they’re resting on Seungcheol’s stomach.

Seungcheol, damn him, is grinning down at Jihoon with eyes that are honest-to-god sparkling. “Can’t have you falling for me now,” he jokes.

“I would never,” Jihoon sputters indignantly. His fingers curl into the soft fabric of Seungcheol’s shirt. He breathes in deeply (the scent of honey and expensive cologne teases his nose) and lets out a frustrated noise. “I don’t think I can walk.”

“You should kiss him better,” Jeonghan hollers.

Jihoon turns to shoot his friend a dark glare. Jeonghan clearly wasn’t napping; he just wanted to watch Jihoon make a complete and utter fool of himself.

“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol says sharply. There’s a pink blush spreading across his cheekbones and he can’t seem to look Jihoon in the eye.

It’s okay, Jihoon tells himself. He shouldn’t want Seungcheol to find him attractive anyway. He definitely does not want Seungcheol to find him attractive. Not even a little bit. (Maybe a little bit – just a smidge!)

“It’s okay,” Jihoon protests, pushing Seungcheol back even thought it’s actually really nice being in his arms. “I can just... hobble over to the first aid centre?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Seungcheol sighs, a fond smile playing on his pink lips. “I can walk you there.”

“I’m fine,” Jihoon insists stubbornly. He tries – stupidly – to walk on his bad ankle again and nearly goes down. It’s only Seungcheol’s proximity and Jihoon’s reflexes that saves him from a broken nose.

“Choose. Piggyback or princess carry.”

“Seungcheol-ssi!” Jihoon says hotly. His ears are definitely red. “I’m – that’s not – ”

“Princess carry it is, then.”

Jihoon doesn’t even have the time to kick up a proper protest before he’s swept off his feet. He lets out a yell, throwing his arms around Seungcheol’s neck just so he doesn’t go flying.

Their faces are unbearably close. Jihoon can make out every single individual hair on Seungcheol’s lashes. He’s probably breathing a little heavily onto Seungcheol’s face, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Seungcheol actually has the gall to smirk. Jihoon’s tempted to throw himself into the river just to get away from his infuriatingly handsome boss.

“Well, if I’d known carrying you would make you a lot more agreeable, I’d have done it sooner.”

“If you try this again, I’ll chop you in the neck.”

Seungcheol chuckles, even though Jihoon is a hundred percent serious. As Seungcheol makes his way over to the first aid centre, Jihoon has to admit that the princess carry is a lot more comfortable than the piggyback.

“You’re a lot lighter than you imagined,” Seungcheol comments.

Jihoon shoots him a mulish look. “Are you telling me you think I’m fat?”

“I’m just wondering where you keep all that food you put away,” Seungcheol replies hastily, stumbling over his words a little.

“You’ll never know,” Jihoon sniffs. He definitely doesn’t try and burrow closer. (Savour it while it lasts, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Soonyoung whispers in his mind. It’s still not a crush, though. Nope, definitely not.)

“Dammit!” Jeonghan says five minutes later, covering Hansol’s ears. “I should’ve snapped a picture!”

Wonwoo sighs heavily. “Hyung,” he says gravely, “you’re a dumbass.”

Feel free to ask me more of these ship asks here!

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Hello! Can you answer SFW: 8,12 and 13 and NSFW: 1,8,9 and 10 for vernon x minghao (V8???) Please and thank you!

i know it’s taken me about a year to get to this ask, but the more i think about this pairing, the more fuzzies i get in my chest until it’s taking over me. these two are the weirdest, cutest, savagest goobers ever and i think they’re perfect together. (also i have a small love of nsfw ship asks, don’t @ me)

nsfw answers for his ask can be found here!

8. Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

They both know how to swim (we saw them both swim in Holiday) but I bet Hansol just splashes around while Minghao knows at least three strokes and would competitively race anyone who dares him (no one dares him).

Minghao tries to teach Hansol a couple strokes, but so far the only one Hansol can really get down is the doggy paddle. Minghao thinks it’s adorable and exasperating… but mostly adorable.

12. Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

They’re both relatively quiet people, so they don’t mind silence. Sometimes they’ll just sit in the same room in relative silence, focused on their own things but still enjoying each other’s company. It’s not unusual for the other members to walk-in on Minghao and Hansol just sitting in a room together, hands barely touching while Minghao reads a book and Hansol reads his webtoons. Sometimes Hansol will end up napping with his head on Minghao’s lap, and it’s about as cute as you can imagine. (Minghao will absent-mindedly run his fingers through Hansol’s hair, a smile playing on his lips because he’s so fond of his boyfriend and Hansol will sometimes curl into Minghao’s warmth like a sleepy puppy and Minghao always melts at that.)

Between the two of them, Hansol talks more. Minghao is just more used to listening to people talk and hey, listening to his adorable boyfriend talking about whatever his little heart desires? The exact opposite of a chore. Honestly, Minghao could listen to Hansol talk all day because he’s secretly that whipped for him.

(Like it’s an actual secret that Minghao is trying to keep, except literally all of SEVENTEEN knows that Minghao is whipped for Hansol… except Hansol, because he just thinks that’s how Minghao is. Literally Minghao says shut up to everyone except Hansol, how has he not noticed that yet?)

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Hansol usually stays up late. Sometimes it’s for lyrics, other times it’s just to binge-read his webtoon or watch a Netflix show with Seungkwan (who is a terrible influence on Hansol’s sleep schedule). Either way, he has to crawl into bed with Minghao, who’s already asleep but happily wraps around Hansol the moment he realises the younger is in bed with him. Minghao never remembers when Hansol comes to bed, but he doesn’t really complain when he gets to wake up with Hansol’s hair in his mouth.

Between the two of them, Minghao sleeps more. Maybe not by a lot – about an hour or two – but still more. What can he say? He likes to sleep. He takes naps whenever he can. There’s also the fact that he wakes up – no matter where he’s napping – to a magically appearing boyfriend burrowing into him so there’s that. There was even a time where Minghao was sleeping on the plane, with Seokmin drooling on his arm. By the time he woke up, a drooling Seokmin was replaced by a snoozing Hansol attempting to climb into his seat in an attempt to snuggle.

Hansol has a hard time waking up in the mornings (yes, because of his late nights) but he wakes up pretty easily as long as Minghao is the one waking him up. He’s not really a heavy sleeper and it helps that Minghao always wakes him up with kisses.

Feel free to ask me more of these ship asks here!

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Ask games #5: #17 AND #25 FOR CAT CAFE AU

since there’s no pairing specified, i guess i’ll just have to continue following the lame nerds wonhui oh no what a tragedy :3c

happy wonwoo day, to our favourite bookworm.

#17: “Dammit! I should’ve snapped a picture!”#25: “Open this damned gate now!”

Wonwoo wants to be cool just for once in his goddamned life.

He finally gets a date with the cutest employee in Catstronomy. The dinner actually goes pretty well, so they go on another date and another date and another date…

That’s – that totally means they’re dating, right?

Wonwoo groans. He’s face down on his desk. He has test questions to look through and papers to grade, not to mention a lesson plan for next year that he needs to submit by next week. He has so much work to do, but here he is, daydreaming about kissing Junhui’s stupidly soft lips.

“What did you do this time?” Seungkwan, the home economics teacher, sighs.

Despite Seungkwan being a humanities teacher and Wonwoo being a science teacher, they get along remarkably well. That and the fact that they’re cubicle mates, so it’s much easier if they get along rather than being at each other’s throats. (One such example is Mingyu, the algebra teacher, and Minghao, the Chinese language teacher, who are constantly bickering over the very low cubicle walls.)

“I didn’t do anything,” Wonwoo answers defensively. Being facedown on his desk does lessen the impact of his words somewhat, but that’s just how it is sometimes.

“Is this school-related or love-related?”

“It’s not school-related.”

“Oh.” There’s the sound of a pen scratching against paper for a brief moment. “Yeah, I can’t help you there, hyung.”

Wonwoo moans into the wooden grain of his desk pathetically.

There’s the distant sound of a chair being wheeled over towards him, the wheels squeaking while shoes scuffle against the concrete floors. A finger pokes Wonwoo’s spine, but the physics teacher is too busy throwing himself a self-pity party to see who it is.

“It’s about Junhui hyung again, isn’t it?” Mingyu says knowingly, with a tinge of pity in his voice.

Wonwoo just lets out a plaintive whine.

“Aw, hyung. You poor, unfortunate sap.” A pause, and then: “I have no idea what he sees in you.”

Wonwoo toys with the idea of punching Mingyu in the dick. That would be satisfying. Then again, he doesn’t know what Junhui sees in him either. Is it the glasses? It might be the glasses. Maybe he has a thing for guys in glasses.

Wonwoo sighs, rubbing his forehead absently. “Am I dating Junhui?” he asks aloud.

Seungkwan and Mingyu share a look that speaks volumes. They make faces at each other, having a silent conversation Wonwoo has no hope of ever deciphering.

“Have you kissed?” Seungkwan asks.

Wonwoo shakes his head. He feels a cold sweat starting up at the idea of Junhui’s soft, soft lips on his.

“Have you held hands?” Mingyu adds dubiously.

Wonwoo hesitates, then shakes his head. Sometimes Junhui drags him around by the wrist when he walks too slow, but that’s not really holding hands. His palms are starting to sweat just thinking about twining his fingers with Junhui’s.

Mingyu and Seungkwan share another look. That can’t be good.

Wonwoo makes his way over to Catstronomy after school, even though it’s not a Friday. He finds himself breaking his routines a lot, these days – and it’s all thanks to Junhui.

He doesn’t know when his life got so dull – every day just another shade of grey. Ever since Junhui came sashaying into his life with his black cat ears and easy smile, flirtatious words dripping from his lips effortlessly, there’s more colour in his life. Wonwoo doesn’t feel like he’s just drifting from day to day anymore; Junhui is a splash of colour and a breath of fresh air.

Just be confident, Wonwoo tells himself. He dries his damp palms on his jeans. Jihoon calls out a tired greeting that Wonwoo ignores, eyes set on the caramel-haired waiter that captured his heart from the very first day.

Junhui turns, eyes brightening as his grin widens. “Wonwoo!” he calls out, strides lengthening as he walks towards the physics teacher.

“We need to talk,” Wonwoo breathes out a rush. He holds his breath, biting his lip as Junhui’s steps falter.

“O-oh?” Junhui says. His eyes dart around the fairly empty cafe. “Just – let me get Jisoo hyung to cover the floor for me. I have to go feed the cats too, so head over to the cat pen?”

Wonwoo nods. He shoves his hands into his pockets and wanders over. The cat pen is where most of the cats hang out when they’re not out on the main floor, playing (or bothering) the customers. It’s where most of the cat trees and cat toys are, as well as their food bowls and water fountains. There’s a little door that leads to a small, ventilated room where the litter boxes are, as well as a small gate to keep the cats in during the night.

Wonwoo likes the pen. The cats are the most chill there, comfortable in their safe spot. When Junhui is held back at work before a date, Wonwoo will just hang out here with the cats, where they’re all content to hang out without actually interacting. Junhui jokes that Wonwoo himself has the soul of a cat sometimes.

Junhui looks uncharacteristically nervous as he brings over the large container of cat kibble. He doesn’t really look at Wonwoo, fiddling with the cover on the rectangular container.

“Junnie?” Wonwoo says gently.

Instead of making Junhui smile, the nickname has the waiter’s lips pressing into a thin line. Wonwoo is baffled; it usually never fails to elicit a smile from his kinda-maybe boyfriend.

Junhui clears his throat, frowning down at his feet. “Just – give me a sec. Could you wait outside?”

“Uh. Okay?”

Wonwoo officially has no idea what’s going on. Junhui is cagey, not really looking at him. He’s been acting weird since he walked off to go on his break. Nonetheless, Junhui looks really rattled, so he’ll give him some time to get his thoughts together.

He presses a hand against the gate, but rather than give under his hand, it holds steady. That – that’s not good. Wonwoo gulps, then presses against the gate again, but it refuses to budge. One more shove and he hears the gentle jingle of a lock against the metal.

“What the fuck?” Wonwoo whispers to himself, eyes widening. He turns back to Junhui, who has his shoulders hunched. “Junhui?”

“I told you to wait outside,” Junhui sighs, an uncharacteristic twinge of irritation in his voice.

Wonwoo licks his lips nervously, tamping down the hurt that immediately wells up. “It’s not my fault,” he says immediately, holding up his hands innocently. “The gate is locked!”

“The gate is – what?”

Junhui storms up to the gate, rattling the lock viciously. There’s a hint of desperation as his fingers curl into the metal grates.

“Lee Jihoon,” Junhui barks as the blonde walks past. “Open this damned gate now!”

Jihoon raises an eyebrow, twirling his keyring around his index finger. “No,” he says simply. Wonwoo winces as Junhui lets out an outraged sound. “Talk your shit out with him, Junhui.”

Without further explanation, Jihoon walks off. Wonwoo glances helplessly at the gate.

“Um?” Wonwoo says, for lack of anything to say.

Junhui lets out an irritated breath, throwing his hands up. “Just say it!”

“S-say what?”

There’s a suspicious shine in Junhui’s eyes as he glares at Wonwoo. “It’s not you, it’s me,” he says. “That I’m not good enough for you and you’re breaking up with me.”

“I’m – why would I ever say that?”

The incredulity in Wonwoo’s voice takes the wind out of Junhui’s sails. Junhui’s forehead creases, lips pursing as he blinks rapidly.

Wonwoo barks out a short laugh. “Why would I break up with you? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Aw,” Junhui says quietly. He lets a sappy smile loose before scowling. He points an accusatory finger in Wonwoo’s face – Wonwoo actually goes cross-eyes keeping that finger in his sights. “You said we need to talk!”

“Yeah? It’s ‘cause we do.” Suddenly, it dawns on Wonwoo. “Oh. Oh shit. Okay, I can see how that sounds.”

“Damn straight! I thought you figured out you’re way out of my league.”

“I’m out of your league? You’re out of my league! You – you’re – you’re amazing.”

Junhui’s cheeks redden as he sputters. It’s rare that Wonwoo catches Junhui off-guard. “Shut up,” Junhui mutters, but his lips curl into a satisfied smile.

It causes something in Wonwoo’s chest to tighten and he realises just how much he likes Junhui. Just because he doesn’t know what Junhui sees in him doesn’t mean he won’t hold on while he’s still got him.

They must look like idiots, standing in front of a locked gate and grinning at each other. They should probably do something about being stuck, but Wonwoo doesn’t mind standing close enough to Junhui for their shoulders to touch. If Wonwoo moves his pinkie an inch to the right, he could touch Junhui’s pinkie.

“I like you too,” Junhui murmurs eventually. His cheeks are still pink; Wonwoo decides this is one of his favourite looks on Junhui, even as his stomach lurches at the confession.

Wonwoo is not good at relationship stuff. He hasn’t really ever been in a serious relationship – the casual dating he did in college doesn’t really count – but he really wants things with Junhui to work out.

Confidence.

Wonwoo takes a deep breath, then blurts out, “Are we dating?”

Junhui doesn’t even blink. “Yeah, we are,” he says easily, like Wonwoo hasn’t been agonising about this for the past two weeks.

Wonwoo stares. He’s pretty sure his brain just broke down for a moment.

Junhui blinks this time. “Is – are we – I mean, I thought that was obvious. We go on dates and we text all the time and I send you memes.”

“J-just like that?” It wasn’t this easy in Wonwoo’s mind.

“Just like that.” Junhui chuckles warmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in mirth. “I figured someone as smart as you would’ve figured it out by now. This isn’t exactly rocket science.”

“Rocket science, I get. This – what? Are you telling me I could’ve been kissing you all this time? And – and holding your hand?”

Junhui’s cheeks redden even further. “Do you want to? Be kissing and holding hands and stuff?”

“Fuck yes.”

Wonwoo probably shouldn’t sound so eager, but he’s wanted Junhui’s lips on him since the first time he kissed him on the cheeks. He wants to kiss Junhui and hold his hands and take him out on a million more dates. He wants to be his Valentine and secret Santa and everything in between.

Apparently, that’s all the permission Junhui needs, because he’s leaning forward and pressing his perfect lips to Wonwoo’s. Wonwoo is convinced he’s died and gone to heaven, because he hasn’t screwed up whatever it is between him and Junhui and they’re kissing.

There are fireworks and choirs singing. His hands are in the back pockets of Junhui’s sinfully tight jeans, pulling him closer so they can keep kissing. Junhui’s hands are in Wonwoo’s hair, messing it up and he’s totally okay with that. He can do whatever he wants to Wonwoo’s hair as long as they keep kissing and dating and seeing each other.

“So, uh,” Junhui says, when they finally pull apart, “I guess you’re my boyfriend now.”

Wonwoo makes a happy, delighted sound that sounds like the mating call of a whale.

“Dammit!” a new voice mutters. “I should’ve snapped a picture!”

There’s the muted sound of skin on skin, followed by a pained yelp. Wonwoo and Junhui turn to find Seungcheol and Jihoon on the other side of the gate, sitting at the table closest to the pen. Wonwoo wants to crawl under a rock and die from mortification, but he has a hand in Junhui’s back pocket and Junhui’s arm slung around his shoulders, so maybe it’s not so bad.

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Welcome back!!! Ask 5, #33 or #37, have u ever thought abt a hanahaki au? ;)

one day you will regret the things that you ask from me. i’m not sure today is that day, but i’ll try to make it so. since there’s no pairing stated, i’m gonna sprinkle in some of my fave ship with my fave boi and make it an ot3 for extra pain.

i’m gonna cram in a little hipster cafe au too, because why not.

#37: “Don’t! Don’t come near me!”

The first petal that falls from Seungkwan’s lips is yellow.

It’s yellow and its scent is mild. It looks almost pristine, innocently sitting in his palm after a cough that rattled Seungkwan’s insides. He stares at it – half in dread and half in confusion – before snapping out of it when Jeonghan calls for him. They’re in the middle of rehearsals, Jihoon handing them a new song to learn. There’s a duet for Jeonghan and Jisoo, a duet for Seungkwan and Seokmin and a solo for Jihoon. There is no time to ponder the petal, so he crushes it in his hand and prays it’s a mistake.

But of course it’s not a mistake.

It’s a chrysanthemum – yellow, for slighted love.

Seungkwan has chrysanthemums growing in his lungs, all for Jihoon.

It’s Jihoon – it has to be. Seungkwan has been nursing a crush on Jihoon, since the first day the elder set eyes on him on the streets of Hongdae and said, “You have a voice I’d love to write songs for.”

(Honestly, who even says that to people? Sure, Jihoon has this unnerving ability to be stupidly blunt all the time and have absolutely no shame about the things he says.)

It starts with a crush – a little spark of a crush that started because Jihoon is a songwriter and accidentally says pretty words to unsuspecting men. It’s a spark that bursts into a flame because Jihoon writes pretty songs that match Seungkwan’s pretty voice and Jihoon says cutting words but soothes them with cake and hot chocolate after.

The flame blazes and burns, scorching Seungkwan from the inside out. With every touch and gentle word, with time in the studio where it’s just the two of them and rehearsals where Jihoon’s focus is solely on Seungkwan, he aches and he longs and he loves.

Seungkwan always knew that falling for Jihoon would end in pain. He just didn’t expect it to end in petals filling his lungs.

In a way, it’s poetic; it’s a death that fits the artistry that encompasses every bit of Jihoon’s life. Of course he’d kill Seungkwan with pretty flowers too.

It’s when the white petals join the chrysanthemums that Seungkwan knows he’s well and truly fucked.

It takes him a moment to understand why the white poppy petals (consolation) join the chrysanthemum he’s still coughing out. He’s watching Seungcheol and Jihoon flirt in their unique way – Seungcheol calls Jihoon short and Jihoon calls Seungcheol an idiot, then they exchange secret grins that belie just how much they care about each other.

Seungkwan watches Seungcheol and his heart aches just as another cough wracks his entire body. He coughs out a handful of petals – and the first couple white petals mixed amongst the yellow sends shivers down Seungkwan’s spine.

He spends too long staring at the handful of petals – still a handful, because it’s been three days since the first petal – and jumps when Seungcheol wanders over, concern in his eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seungcheol asks.

Seungkwan immediately shoves the petals into his pocket, plastering a smile onto his face. “I’m fine, just a tickle!” He coughs again, a light fake thing to throw him off the scent.

Seungkwan nearly jumps again when Seungcheol leans in close and presses a warm hand to Seungkwan’s forehead. “Hm,” the elder hums, “you don’t feel warm.”

“I’m fine,” Seungkwan croaks, the lie as bitter as the petals are sweet when they rest on his tongue, right before he spews them out.

Falling in love with Seungcheol is like sitting in a pot of cold water being heated over fire. At first, their relationship is strictly employer/employee. Then, Seungkwan stumbles his way into the cafe after a shitty blind date Seokmin forced him on and Seungcheol is there. He’s there, with his warm smile and even warmer hugs. He offers Seungkwan coffee and a listening ear and suddenly, they’re friends.

They’re friends and Seungcheol hangs out with Seungkwan. They text and they have inside jokes. The next thing Seungkwan knows, Seungcheol is always there, with a quick smile and even quicker skinship.

Seungkwan doesn’t notice the water is boiling until he’s in too deep and he’s daydreaming of caramel kisses and quiet I love yous in the back room.

The thing about Jihoon and Seungcheol is that they’re the love story. They’ve known each other since high school and stuck together through college. They even set up a cafe together – Sweet Notes – and anyone with eyes can tell they’re in love with each other (even if they’re both oblivious fools).

There’s no space for Seungkwan between them.

He doesn’t even pretend there is. Seungkwan can’t bring himself to be that delusional. It’ll hurt him more in the end.

Of course, he can get corrective surgery. All it’ll take is one little procedure and the flowers will be gone. He can breathe and he can stop the pain – but it’ll mean he’ll never feel romantic love again. He’ll never feel the flutter of his heartbeat when Jihoon and Seungcheol walk in, the warmth that spread through his body when Jihoon smiles at him and tells him a job well done, the silent joy when Seungcheol wraps an arm around his shoulders.

Seungkwan has a brochure lying on his bed. A little brain surgery and he’ll never have to worry about unrequited love again.

It takes him a week before he throws it into the trash can.

It progresses fast. Too fast.

The body isn’t meant to withstand so much heartache. Unrequited love from one person is already bad enough. Most people can last maybe three months with hanahaki disease.

Seungkwan’s doctor says it’s a miracle if he’ll see the end of the month.

The chrysanthemums and the poppies grow in his lungs, feeding off his misery. It scares him, but he supposes it’s not really all that different from knowing the two men you love will never love you back, all because they’re too wrapped up in each other. Seungkwan can’t even resent them for it, because he’s stupid and in love. At least when he’s gone, they won’t mourn him. They’ll have each other, after all.

Seungkwan leans against the toilet bowl. He reaches up with a shaky hand, flushing the yellow and white petals down. His head hurts, a headache building behind his eyelids. He hasn’t been able to sleep, the coughing keeping him up. He’s stopped cleaning up the petals, the yellow and white scattered amongst his bedsheets. The crushed flower petals lend a sickly, floral scent to his home. He leaves them as a reminder – of his sentimentality, of his stupidity.

He can’t go to rehearsal today. He just can’t.

It takes him twenty minutes to drag himself out of the bathroom. Seungkwan collapses into bed and types a bleary message to… well, he’s not sure who. Probably Seokmin, who’s been nagging him about taking care of himself. Seokmin doesn’t know – no one knows, and he’d like to keep it that way. He hasn’t even told Hansol, who’s his best friend in the whole world.

Maybe he should. The doctor said he might not see the end of the month. He’s already two weeks in. Seungkwan toys with the idea of sending in his resignation and spending the next two weeks getting his affairs in order. He doesn’t have a will written up, but… well. It’s about time he thought about it.

He lets his eyes flutter shut.

The pounding at the door doesn’t wake him. The sudden bout of coughing does. He coughs and coughs, the cloud of petals that emerges enough to almost choke him. He’s drowning in petals and the door opens.

Seungkwan looks up, trying to make out the figure through the film of tears. He tries to cover his mouth, but the petals slip through his fingers, fluttering innocently in front of him. Crimson stains the yellow and white.

“Hyung,” Seungkwan croaks, curling in on himself as Seungcheol watches in horror.

“What the hell is going on here?” Seungcheol demands. He takes a step into Seungkwan’s room – his room with the flowers and the blood and evidence of his own failure.

“Don’t! Don’t come near me!”

“Seungkwan – ”

“Please,” he croaks. Copper and chrysanthemum rests on his tongue. He lets out a rattling breath, curling into a ball. “Please. Don’t come near me. I can’t – ”

“Can – is there anything I can do?” Seungcheol asks, a hint of desperation in his voice. He’s still in the doorway, keeping a respectful distance.

All Seungkwan wants is to burrow himself into Seungcheol’s arms and cry and cry. He wants to let himself be comforted, but Seungcheol’s isn’t his to have and he can’t stop thinking about (wanting) Jihoon too.

“No,” Seungkwan answers, burying his face in his hands so Seungcheol can’t see him cry. “Just – go away.”

“Kwannie – ”

“Go away! I don’t want to see you or – or Jihoon hyung. Get out!”

Those are lies. They tear at his throat and he’s not sure if the pain is from the flowers slowly killing him or the words he’s spitting out. He wants to see them. He wants to tell them the truth – I’m so in love with both of you that it’s literally killing me – just so they can pretend to love him for a little while.

Seungcheol stands in the doorway for a good long while, watching Seungkwan curl into a ball on his petal-covered bed. Then, he walks away. The door shuts behind him quietly and Seungkwan cries and cries.

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hiii if you're still doing ask game no. 2, could you do 10 11 and 13 for jihan and seokcheol? thank you

honestly this has taken me an eternity and a half to get to and i am so sorry, this is just my failing as a human being

also seokmin ships are my jam and you put seokmin AND seungcheol????? wow honestly you’re just like fulfilling all my guilty pleasures today

JiHan

10. Who finds it absolutely hilarious how ticklish the other is?

Honestly, Jeonghan strikes me as the type of person who is ticklish in exactly five places and Jisoo knows exactly where each place is. Like, I bet you Jisoo can find each tickle spot in the dark and he can attack it precisely to make Jeonghan fold into a gasping, giggling, convulsing mess. You can bet your pretty little heads that Jisoo finds it hilarious.

Jeonghan does not find it as hilarious. If it were literally anyone else, Jeonghan would not hesitate to stomp on a face or punch a dick. However... it’s Jisoo. So, you know. He gets to get away with some stuff. And honestly, with how Jisoo laughs when he gets to tickle Jeonghan, how can he say no?

11. Who likes to stay up late talking?

Surprisingly, Jeonghan does. If he can get to sleep early, then yeah, he’ll do it.

Sometimes, Jisoo has a conflicting schedule from him so on those days, Jeonghan ends up staying up late just so they can talk about their schedules and other things. Jeonghan also privately thinks that there’s something soft about the way Jisoo gets at the end of the day, after the makeup is washed off and the outside clothes are shed. He likes to card his hands through Jisoo’s hair and fall asleep to the sound of Jisoo talking about whatever his little head desires.

Jeonghan is just really soft for Jisoo okay.

13. Who always leaves their clothes on the floor?

It is definitely Jisoo because he seems to be as organised in his life as he is on reality shows – which is to say, not at all. Jeonghan’s tripped over Jisoo’s jeans more times they can count, but Jisoo’s also toppled over Jeonghan’s various lotions and stuff that he gets from Seokmin’s online shopping escapades a hundred million times so they’re just about even.

SeokCheol

10. Who finds it absolutely hilarious how ticklish the other is?

Seungcheol thinks it’s hilarious that Seokmin is as ticklish as he is. It’s not that Seokmin is super ticklish, but usually all it takes is a look from Seungcheol and Seokmin is giggling and trying to tuck his neck into his body like a turtle.

They usually end up on a heap in the ground, Seungcheol laughing as he tortures tickles Seokmin, who’s writhing under him and screaming his head off. Jeonghan and Jihoon bet that Seungcheol is actually deaf because he usually grins harder when that happens, whereas literally everyone in a two kilometre radius cringes. Love, amirite?

11. Who likes to stay up late talking?

Seokmin, Seokmin, Seokmin.

He knows he shouldn’t keep Seungcheol up, that his fierce leader needs all the rest he can get so he can watch over SEVENTEEN and lead them to greatness. Still, there’s something to be said about crawling into Seungcheol’s bed at two in the morning, after most of the members are asleep.

It’s the way the moonlight streams onto Seungcheol’s bed, illuminating Seungcheol’s hair and face. The rough gravel of his voice as Seungcheol hovers between waking and sleeping. The softness of Seungcheol’s sleep shirt and the gentle warmth of Seungcheol’s hand as he rubs Seokmin’s back.

More than just the talking, it’s the fact that they can have the time to just be together that Seokmin likes.

(Not to mention if he can manage a chuckle out of Seungcheol and watch the corners of his eyes crease, then Seokmin can sleep much better afterwards.)

13. Who always leaves their clothes on the floor?

Honestly, I feel like they’re both equally guilty of this. Seungcheol has literally a million and eight things to handle as overall leader and hip hop team leader, while Seokmin has that obsession with online shopping which means that if it’s not clothes then it’s all the boxes he leaves lying around.

Honestly, it’s a good thing Seokmin has his own room because if it weren’t for that, they would be arguing all the time about the mess both of them make. As it is, they bicker about it a fair bit, when they go into each other’s rooms and end up tripping over something or knocking into things. I mean, it’s not sexy when they’re making out and Seungcheol nearly yeets Seokmin across the room because he tripped over one of Seokmin’s boxes.

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨🌸

soojin keeps tagging me in things but i also keep responding to them (well i respond to them now at least owo)

1. watching SEVENTEEN do anything – literally anything

2. hanging out with my fur baby cat and her five kittens

3. stormy days where I can stay home so I just sit by the window with a mug of tea and do nothing

4. getting comments on my fics or headcanons owo (yes, i too am guilty of wanting to know what people think of stuff i write. the writer’s drug, feedback gasp)

5. all my followers :3c

none of these are in order, much like my life, which is also in disorder owo

anyway please go check out @btsvt-adventures for some heckin good writings and stream fear if you have the time uwu

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soojin, honey, this is hella gay and right back atcha uwu

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Highkey haoshua is a super valid ship, why is it so rare?? 😭😭

probably cos they don’t have that many interactions on shows, although the fact that they’re wine buddies is so adorable and i totes ship them for it

so here’s a little dance teacher!minghao/dance student!jisoo to ease the pain

- Jisoo keeps complaining about needing to keep fit but hating to go to the gym (and wasting his money when he buys a gym subscription and never goes) so Seungcheol signs up his awkward ass at the dance studio his boyfriend Jihoon sometimes teaches at

- it’s a hip hop class

- Minghao is most definitely the teacher

- (Seungcheol looked at the toughest class Jihoon wasn’t teaching and chose it just to fuck with Jisoo one hundred percent and his other boyfriend, Jeonghan, was definitely egging him on the entire time while Jihoon just shook his head and sighed.)

- Jisoo doesn’t think the dance teacher is hot. Not when he’s torturing him by sliding into an almost split while Jisoo’s crotch is like ten inches off the ground and not getting any closer because he’s just not that flexible, stop pressing down on my lower back I can’t go down any lower –

- Minghao doesn’t really think Jisoo is that cute either. Well… he does think it’s kinda cute that this inflexible noodle man joined his intermediate hip hop class, which is why he focuses on Jisoo more than the others, because all Jisoo needs is some effort and he might actually not look like a lame penguin when he moves to the music.

- Honestly, Jisoo has a thing where he hates it when he can’t get something, so he ends up spending a fair amount of extra time actually practicing whatever he’s learnt in class.

Everyone is impressed with it. Not really with Jisoo’s improvement, which is incremental and barely there, but at Jisoo’s vigour. They haven’t seen him this fired up since the first time Jisoo played Overwatch and discovered he sucked. Three months later and Jisoo’s arguably the best Mercy out of all his friends.

- Minghao starts noticing that Jisoo stays back a lot, so he offers some one-on-one tutoring after their class – free of charge. After all, if this man with the awkward limbs and bad sense of rhythm really wants to master hip hop, the least Minghao could do was help.

(It reminds Minghao of himself, back when he was scrawny and sickly. He remembers late nights staying up and practicing his freezes, pushing too hard and fracturing his wrist in a failed windmill and unable to practice for three months straight.)

- Jisoo’s “signature move” is something he likes to call a corkscrew. He raises his hands, goes down into a squat and does a turn while he stands up again. He thinks it’s hip hop. Minghao disagrees. (He still lets Jisoo think it’s hip hop.)

- It’s like two weeks into the impersonal tutoring that Jisoo’s like “oh, hey, I have an extra ticket for a wine tasting tomorrow that I got from work and all my friends can’t distinguish a cabernet from a bordeaux, so do you want to go with me?”

(Jisoo does not expect Minghao to take him up on the invitation.)

(Minghao also happens to like fancy wines and has friends who drink box wine, so he most definitely accepts Jisoo’s offer.)

- Now, Jisoo has never really seen Minghao in casual attire. Jisoo is in Minghao’s third class out of MInghao’s four Thursday evening classes. He’s only ever seen Minghao in a sweaty tank top and loose joggers (sometimes with a cap, usually without).

The next night, Jisoo meets Minghao in front of the restaurant they agreed to meet at and his jaw drops.

Minghao’s standing there, lit by the red lights of the neon sign. He’s wearing a light plaid-patterned blazer that’s tight in all the right places, with a white t-shirt underneath. His dark jeans hug his thighs just right and on his feet are dark sneakers that are probably half the cost of Jisoo’s crappy Toyota. Minghao’s caramel haired isn’t styled, but it looks carefully ruffled. There’s a slight rose tint to Minghao’s glasses (they seem ornamental, like a lot of things in Korea), but it could just be the lighting.

Jisoo swallows and rubs his sweaty palms onto his jeans. He feels a little underdressed, which is saying a lot; Jeonghan likes to say that even on a casual day out, Jisoo looks like he’s ready to go to a formal event. (It’s an occupational hazard of being a lifestyle journalist, he swears.)

Jisoo doesn’t realise he’s frozen on the sidewalk until Minghao turns and lifts a hand in greeting. There’s an easy smile on Minghao’s thin lips and Jisoo thinks, oh no… he’s hot.

(Minghao sees Jisoo in his pastel green graphic tee, black jeans and grey blazer and thinks Jisoo is really cute and wow, that’s not really good for his heart because this was supposed to be a purely platonic outing with good company and even better wine, but now he’s developing feelings.)

- Jisoo drinks too much wine – just a little bit. He gets nervous around people he finds hot. It doesn’t help that Minghao has a surprisingly dry sense of humour. Paired with his slightly accented Korean and knowledge of different kinds of wines, Jisoo finds himself helplessly charmed – and he doesn’t want to be. Minghao doesn’t even mind when he rambles, eyes sharp as he nods along to whatever Jisoo is saying – like he’s actually listening.

It leaves Jisoo feeling off-kilter, which leads to him drinking his wine a little faster than he should.

By the end of the tasting, his face is flushed and his head feels pleasantly light. He’s sitting too close to Minghao, who doesn’t seem to mind. The dance teacher also seems hilarious, coaxing giggles from Jisoo’s lips with every wry comment or snarky quip he makes.

It’s probably a trick of the dim lighting, but Jisoo thinks Minghao’s cheeks are tinted red. Maybe it’s just cosmetic blush, Jisoo thinks idly, letting himself lean into Minghao’s shoulder even as he swirls his wine in his glass – a 2008 Cabernet Sauvignon that’s fruitier than expected and lingers on his tongue. He’s on his eighth wine and he’s feeling it.

Minghao’s hand curls around his shoulder gently – not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. “Are you okay, hyung?” Minghao murmurs in Jisoo’s ear. Another giggle bubbles up his throat.

“I’m fine,” Jisoo answers, taking another sip of his wine. “Perfectly fine.”

No, not fine. The lights are too fuzzy and Minghao smells really nice.

“Thanks.” Minghao’s chuckle rumbles in Jisoo’s ear deliciously. “You don’t smell half bad either.”

Oops, looks like he’s talking his thoughts out loud again. Maybe he’s had too much wine.

The corner of Minghao’s lips twitches up into a gentle smile. “Uh, yeah, maybe just a little too much.” His fingers are warm when the brush Jisoo’s, the wine glass gingerly slipped out of his grip and placed on the table. “I think it’s time I get you home.”

“Nooooo,” Jisoo whispers, but he doesn’t protest when Minghao grabs both their jackets and helps him out of his seat.

The brisk air outside helps sober Jisoo up. His head still feels fuzzy, but walking isn’t such a struggle. He can’t find it in him to tell Minghao he feels better, not when the younger is slinging his arm around Jisoo’s shoulders and leading him to the curb to wait for a cab. Jisoo’s more sober now, but he lets himself lean into Minghao’s warmth. His jacket is carefully draped over his shoulders when he shivers, and another warmer jacket is placed over his own.

“Cold night,” Minghao comments, voice low. His breath brushes Jisoo’s ear. “Are you gonna be okay going home on your own?”

Jisoo nods, not trusting his voice. The moonlight in Minghao’s hair looks like something out of a dream. I could kiss him, he thinks idly, playing with the lapel of Minghao’s jacket. He could, but he won’t. Wouldn’t that make things awkward?

Minghao turns then, eyes widening slightly when their gazes meet. They’re a lot closer than Jisoo thought, breaths mingling. The scent of wine is heavy in the air. Jisoo licks his lips nervously, flushing more when Minghao’s eyes dart down. All it would take is a simple lean forward and their lips would be touching. It’s tempting. He almost does it.

The headlights of the cab blinds him as it turns the corner and Minghao pulls away with an awkward clearing of his throat. Jisoo buries the disappointment that wells in his chest.

He ducks into the cab when Minghao pulls open the door for him, telling the driver his address and settling back in his seat, eyes already sliding shut. He turns for one last glimpse of Minghao; he grins, one hand buried in his pocket while the other raises a hand in goodbye.

Jisoo still has Minghao’s jacket.

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Would you be able to do these for gyuhao and wonhui?: Who loses it first in a fight? Who starts yelling first? And who breaks the silent treatment first, apologising and begging for a hug? Who breaks down into sobs, saying they aren’t worth it and why are you still here? And who is the one that hold the other, tells them they’re beautiful and that it’s going to be okay, because at the end of the day some stupid fight shouldn’t ruin years of smiles and happiness? If not it's ok:) ily ♡

this is so sad alexa play despacito and i can’t believe you’d ask this of me so now i guess i’ll have to write out their fights.

i hope you’re proud of yourself.

GyuHao

It starts off innocent enough. Minghao is back from China, after a greuling schedule and long filming. The first thing he does is head straight to the room he shares with Mingyu and flops into bed, clothes and all. His bag is thrown to the side.

That’s what Mingyu trips over when he comes back from his Inkigayo recording. He lets out a curse and nearly faceplants into the hardwood floor. He recognises the bag and the lump of human being on their bed.

It’s been a long day, for both of them. Minghao had gone straight from recording to the airport. He’s had to handle immigration and travelling and feeling so alone after years of being jam-packed in small places with way too many boys. Mingyu’s been herded from practice to stylist to Inkigayo recording that went on forever. It’s late at night and his boyfriend nearly kills him with his disgusting habits.

It’s no wonder that they end up in a fight.

Mingyu shoves Minghao awake, nearly causing him to fall off the bed. Minghao lets out a shout, blinking awake blearily.

“The hell?” Minghao rasps, glaring up at Mingyu. “What’d you do that for?”

“Pick. Up. Your shit,” Mingyu hisses, pointing at the offending pile of bags. “I’ve told you once. I’ve told you a million times. You nearly killed me!”

Minghao blinks slowly, his mind still hazy from sleep. He flops back down onto the bed – an act that only furthers to ignite Mingyu’s simmering anger. “C’mon, babe, it’s late. I’ll put it away next time. Come to bed.”

“And! You’re gross and you’re in bed! Our bed!” Mingyu’s on a roll now. He doesn’t realise he’s shouting, but he is. “You didn’t even shower!”

“Gyu.” Minghao’s voice is flat as he slowly sits up. “It’s late. It’s been a long day. Come to bed.”

“I will not!” Mingyu says shrilly, grabbing Minghao by the collar and shaking him. “I – I’ve had it!”

“You’ve had it?” Minghao hisses, eyes flashing dangerously. He slaps Mingyu’s hand away, the hard impact of flesh on flesh loud in the suddenly quiet room. Mingyu pulls his hand back, a wounded yelp leaving his lips as he cradles his stinging wrist close. “Fuck, Gyu, you really wanna go at it now? Fucking fine.”

Minghao stands and all Mingyu can do is stare, eyes wide and teary. There’s a dark look on Minghao’s face and the shadows the moonlight throws onto his face actually scares Mingyu.

“I’ve been through immigration all fucking day. I just came from a shooting that lasted for fuck-all hours and I’m tired.”

Mingyu’s face twists as his hands ball into fists. The fear is drained away by the white-hot anger that courses through his veins. “Join the fucking club,” Mingyu barks back, straightening to his full height. “You’re not the only one who’s exhausted, Hao. That doesn’t mean you get to be a dick about it!”

They’re both tired. They’ve both had long days. With comeback soon, they’re under more pressure than ever. It’s a culmination of exhaustion and stress that they’re arguing right now. Deep down, they know it – but it doesn’t stop the fight from erupting.

Minghao is the one who ends up saying words he doesn’t mean; words they both can’t back away from.

“Then let’s breakup!” he screams, eyes wild and hands shaking.

The silence shutters in on them like a bucket of cold water. Whatever retort Mingyu was going to spit out dies in his mouth, leaving a bitter aftertaste. They stare each other down – Mingyu’s stony gaze meeting Minghao’s tearful one.

The silence drags on. It’s impossibly long. It could be minutes. It could be hours.

Minghao is the one who breaks the silence. He collapses onto the bed, unable to bring himself closer to Mingyu.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” Minghao gasps, wrapping his arms around his middle. He can’t bear to keep Mingyu’s gaze, too ashamed of himself. “I didn’t – I’m sorry, I – please – ” I need you closer.

Mingyu’s expression doesn’t change, but he does slowly step closer, until he’s right in front of Minghao. He rests his hands on Minghao’s shoulders, before pulling him closer for a hug. Tears are rolling down Minghao’s cheeks, wetting the stomach of Mingyu’s sweater. He’s still angry, but he hates seeing Minghao’s tears, because it takes so much to make Minghao cry.

“I’m sorry, I’m not worth it,” Minghao sobs into Mingyu’s stomach. It breaks his heart, hearing those words coming out of Minghao’s mouth. “I’m not worth it, why’re you still here? I’m the worst.”

“You’re not,” Mingyu croaks. His throat hurts from the yelling, but it’s tight from the guilt. He knows that it’s hard for Minghao, that he has to cycle between two countries constantly. He knows he should go a little easier on Minghao, that their bedroom is a safe space. He knows all that, but he’s been under his own kinds of pressure too. But that’s okay. They’ll work through it.

“You’re not the worst,” Mingyu reiterates, going down onto his knees so he’s face to face with his boyfriend. Minghao looks frightful and pathetic and Mingyu loves him so much. “You’re rough around the edges and sometimes I wanna strangle your pretty little neck,” it coaxes a laugh out of Minghao and it makes Mingyu’s chest warm, “but you’re not the worst.”

He gently thumbs away the eyelashes lingering on Minghao’s eyelashes.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to Minghao’s. “It’s gonna be okay. Because I love you, and we’ll get through this.”

“I love you too,” Minghao whispers, voice trembling. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

They’re going through a rough patch. That’s okay. They’ll get some sleep (after Minghao washes up, that pig) and they’ll talk it through in the morning. Because Mingyu loves Minghao and Minghao loves Mingyu. Because it’s worth it.

Because they’re worth it.

WonHui

Wonwoo is a patient man. He’s usually a well-tempered man too. He doesn’t flare up and he always keeps his temper.

Then again, Junhui has proven to be his only exception, always.

Junhui’s late again. Wonwoo knows, logically, that his boyfriend has late night shoots for his new drama, and that staff parties aren’t always easy to dodge. It’s not Junhui’s fault that Wonwoo has been stuck in their new, lonely apartment, left to settle everything by himself because Junhui is too busy. It’s not even Junhui’s fault that he has to play husband to one of the actresses he’s working with.

It’s not his fault, but Wonwoo is… upset.

It’s such a trivial thing, he knows. This – this burning jealousy that he’s grappling with should be handled. If things were still normal, he’d grab another member and they’d go out for drinks or PC games.

(A part of him resents Junhui for talking him into moving out of the dorm and into a lonely apartment.)

Junhui stumbles home, a little drunk, a little out of it, and Wonwoo snaps.

“Do you know what time it is?” he demands, glaring at Junhui mulishly from his spot on the sofa. He eyes Junhui’s uncoordinated limbs with distaste. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m tipsy,” Junhui corrects with a roguish smile. He presses a kiss to Wonwoo’s head and stumbles to the kitchen – probably for some water. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to end so late.”

“You always say that,” Wonwoo mutters, loud enough for Junhui to hear. The puttering around in the kitchen stops.

There’s a frown curving Junhui’s lips. His eyes are narrowed in displeasure, but Wonwoo doesn’t care. Maybe he feels just as shitty as I do, he thinks vindictively.

“What’d you say?” Junhui asks, a hint of warning in his voice, like he’s daring Wonwoo to correct himself before this blows up.

Wonwoo’s been waiting for an explosion for a while now.

“I said,” Wonwoo says, raising his voice slightly, “you always say that, but I bet you don’t mean it.”

Junhui’s eyes widen. “Babe, I… you know I try to get home as fast as I can.”

“Do you?” Wonwoo can feel it now, the word vomit that’s borne of his inner turmoil. “You never make it home before midnight and you always leave me here alone!”

Junhui’s mouth is open now, hurt bleeding its way into his eyes. Shut up, Wonwoo. Shut up.

“You’re out there, spending your time playing pretend and not doing any real work, while I’m here stuck with handling everything! What the fuck, Junhui?”

There’s a furrow between Junhui’s eyebrows now. His gaze is darting around the room – he looks like a cornered animal. Why am I yelling?

“You’re being an awful boyfriend and I hate you!”

Something in Wonwoo breaks as those words leave his mouth. It’s not fair – he’s not being fair. He never let Junhui have a word in. He’s just been yelling awful things at his boyfriend – his boyfriend who he loves and doesn’t hate. He’s just so sick of being alone and of knowing Junhui’s out there, getting all romantic with a woman for cameras.

“I – I didn’t mean that,” Wonwoo croaks, curling into himself. “I – I don’t hate you. I – I love you, I just – ”

He bites down on his fist. Shut up, Wonwoo. He’s said too much; said too many things he wouldn’t normally think about, except for when he’s angry and alone.

“I’m sorry,” he says, breath hitching. “I – I’m so sorry. Junnie, baby, I – can I – can I come closer? I’m so sorry, I just – ”

Wonwoo stumbles closer on unsteady feet. Junhui just watches him. He doesn’t flinch away when Wonwoo gets closer, which is a good sign; maybe Junhui doesn’t hate him after all.

“Wonwoo,” Junhui breathes, arms wrapping around Wonwoo. The tears well up before Wonwoo can catch them, spilling down his cheeks. A sob tears out of his mouth.

God, he’s really the worst, isn’t he?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t deserve you,” Wonwoo sobs out, clutching onto Junhui like he could float away and leave him alone forever. “I don’t deserve you – you could do so much better, baby – ”

“Shut up,” Junhui snaps, burying his face in Wonwoo’s neck. “Shut the hell up. I don’t want better. I want you.” He presses a cool hand to Wonwoo’s wet cheeks. “I want you. Shit and all. Fuck, babe… if you weren’t happy, why didn’t you just talk to me? You know how you get when you bottle things up.”

He doesn’t deserve Junhui. Junhui’s too forgiving and too tolerant of his shit.

There’s a dreamy quality to Wonwoo’s voice when he sighs, “I don’t deserve you.”

Junhui’s eyes still twinkle, even in the shitty lighting of their new kitchen. “Maybe not,” he demurs, “but I still love you, babe. You and me, we’re forever, right?”

Wonwoo finally lets himself smile as he presses a kiss to Junhui’s cheek.

Forever sounds perfect.

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just wondering if everythings going ok? u havent posted in a couple of months, and sorry if im overstepping my boundaries but i kinda miss my favorite blog :( hope everything is going alright!

hi!!!!!!! yes, everything’s going fine… ish. i’ve been going through a rough patch the past uhhhh half a year or so, but things are looking up and i’ll be more active on this blog soon!

thank you so much for the inquiry and you are absolutely not overstepping your boundaries. i miss you too :’3

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hello! I want to ask, what's your favorite jicheol fluff ideas? what ticks your fluff boxes? ;)

;) i love the shit out of jicheol and this ask will go on forever but also it won’t.

there’s the typical meet-ugly that ticks my boxes. you know, the ones like “I talk a lot with my hands and I accidentally punched you in the mouth and sent you to the ER” and stuff like that. I like a moderate amount of accidental violence with my jicheol AU

another cliche i like is friends-to-lovers au. i mean,,,,, they were made for it. they’re literally best friends and if they’ve never not once thought about each other’s dicks then are they really best friends. i know seungcheol has thought of kissing jihoon at least once.

more fluff things that i want need for jicheol:

jihoon being oblivious about his feelings for seungcheol

seungcheol being oblivious about his feelings for jihoon

“how long have you guys been dating?” “we’re not dating though?”

jihoon in denial about his feelings for seungcheol

jihoon being a bigass tsundere

like super bigass

seungcheol: jihoon’s like that with everyoneliterally everyone else: he’s not though

jihoon being a literal mess and accidentally being mean to seungcheol (but not too mean) when all he wants to do is smooch seungcheol and hold hands

i love mutual pining!jicheol where literally everyone and their mother can tell they’re in love except those two idiots

fake dating au where jihoon is the absolute worst fake boyfriend but seungcheol doesn’t have any other available choices so he makes do like a charming asshole and that’s when jihoon starts to actually fall for him

when they’re on like opposite ends of the room and their eyes meet and the world slows down to a stop like mmmmmmm take my heart and soUL

i also like sassy hybrid!jihoon who’s affectionate and cold with owner!seungcheol

“and they were roommates” oH mY gOD thEy WErE roOmMAteS

“there’s only one bed!”

i also like prince aus where seungcheol’s the prince and jihoon is his one-hundred-percent-done-with-seungcheol’s-shit bodyguard/advisor/the-male-equivalent-of-handmaiden

ceo au. who’s the ceo? i don’t care. jihoon is sassy, seungcheol is long-suffering and jeonghan revels in their combined suffering-slash-pining

i’m also a complete slut for sugar daddy aus. again, doesn’t matter who’s the sugar daddy. same conditions apply

this is not the end but i feel like i shold end here before i start a whole essay about what i love about jicheol and what kinda fluff i wanna see from them

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14 and 20 for the otp question game/thingy!!! The ships are verkwan, meanie, junhao and jihan please! Thanks 😄💕💞 (Btw, I LOVE YOUR WRITING IM OBSESSED!) 💙

i’m so sorry that it took me this long to get around to this but i’m an avoidant bitch D: i love you though!!!!!!! i love getting asks from you pls talk to me i’m lonely and sad

VernKwan

14. Who tags them in memes captioned “this is you”

They both do it to each other, but Hansol definitely does it more to Seungkwan. My man Hansol is, after all, a connoisseur of memes. A meme maestro, if you will. Half of Hansol’s texts to Seungkwan in their private chats consist of Hansol sending Seungkwan memes and saying “this is you”. His favourite Seungkwan meme is the “I could’ve dropped my croissant!” vine.

The only reason they don’t send each other memes on their current instagrams is cos they have private instagrams where they just tag each other in memes and post vague meme-y pictures about each other without showing their faces.

(Seungkwan pretends he hates it, but he actually really loves how they kinda have their own method of communication that the other members don’t quite get. It’s like having a secret code all to their own… except their codes just happens to be memes.)

20. What’s your own headcanon?

Hansol really adores the different hair colours that Seungkwan has cycled through, but his personal favourites are when Seungkwan went blonde and his current dark blue hair. He thinks that, despite the two hairstyles being complete opposites to each other, they suit his Seungkwan the best.

Blonde, for those moments when Seungkwan is bright and happy.

Dark blue, for those moments when Seungkwan is intense and focused.

(Either that, or Hansol just really likes Seungkwan no matter what.) (Except for his red hair. He’s not so sure about Seungkwan’s red hair era. It wasn’t bad… it just wasn’t his favourite.)

Seungkwan, on the other hand, likes it when Hansol has his hair cut short. He’s not too picky about Hansol’s hair colour (although he does have a weakness for Hansol’s silvery blue hair from the TEEN,AGE album jacket shoot), but he’s more concerned about Hansol’s hair length. His favourite is Hansol’s hair for Pretty U, when he’d cut short enough that it reminded Seungkwan of his predebut hair, when the hair curled around Hansol’s ears just for Seungkwan to brush his fingers through.

Meanie

14. Who tags them in memes captioned “this is you”

Wonwoo is always tagging Mingyu in memes in the SVT groupchat and he is unstoppable. He’s tagged him in everything from pepe memes to the breadsticks meme to the current butterfly/bird meme and he will not be stopped.

You would think it stops when it’s in their own private chat.

It does not.

Mingyu is constantly drowning in memes. His boyfriend is a memelord and he will not be stopped.

20. What’s your own headcanon?

Wonwoo is more sentimental than Mingyu. Like… stupidly sentimental. He keeps all the ticket stubs from their dates, he actually gifts Mingyu a scrapbook for their fifth anniversary and he’s constantly cycling through wallpapers, but they’re all just pictures of Mingyu. Hell, he even has an entire photo album of Mingyu’s selcas, and they all range from Mingyu’s professionally taken selcas to the ones where he’s just woken up and his face is all swollen.

JunHao

14. Who tags them in memes captioned “this is you”

Minghao is another meme maestro and since he got his kermit puppet, he’s just gotten worse. There are multiple pictures of kermit in various positions all throughout the dorm and all of the memes are related to Junhui in some way. Junhui’s not sure if he’s exasperated or endeared – probably a mixture of both, though.

Fucking memelord boyfriends though. (Junhui still doesn’t know how Minghao got that picture of kermit “crying” over his sleeping body. All he wanted was a nap on the couch.)

20. What’s your own headcanon?

Minghao plans to move back to China one day, but Junhui doesn’t. It’s something they’ve gotten into arguments about, but they do eventually reach a compromise where they’ll spend half of the year in Korea and the other half in China. It’s way too soon to tell where they’ll eventually settle for retirement, but Junhui is fairly sure it’ll be in Korea, because that’s where all of Minghao’s friends are and really, he much prefers the weather in Korea (but mostly the proximity to his best friend).

JiHan

14. Who tags them in memes captioned “this is you”

Jisoo discovered memes thanks to Hansol. Jeonghan doesn’t thank Hansol for that, because for a full week after his introduction, Jisoo didn’t stop talking in memes. Half of them, Jeonghan doesn’t even understand because they don’t translate very well.

To this day, Jisoo still sends the occasional meme with a little “this is you!!!!!” message. If it were anyone else (Mingyu or Minghao), Jeonghan would be so pissed with them. But, well, Jisoo is his precious boy and it’s so cute to see him so enthused about something… even if it has to be memes.

20. What’s your own headcanon?

Jeonghan actually wasn’t that into marriage. Not until he started dating Jisoo and he could actually envision tying himself to someone for the rest of his life. He doesn’t tell Jisoo about his initial aversion to marriage, but Seungcheol knows. That’s why he’s always shooting Jeonghan knowing looks, but it only gets worse after Jeonghan buys Jisoo a ring, some time after their eighth anniversary.

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