#svt agnst

[onlymingyus]

Guilty (teaser)

pairing; kwon soonyoung x f reader / lee jihoon x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), angst, toxic, fluff

summary; you and soonyoung learn that the storm can only be weathered for so long before you need a lift raft to hold on to. but what happens when neither of you reach for each other in that storm?

warnings; cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, car accident, injuries, hospital, arguing, eating/drinking, pet names, crying (from pleasure and sadness), unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving/giving), fingering, marking/biting, impact, dom!jihoon, dirty talk, less than ideal sexual experiences, i mean...there is just a lot -- i probably missed something.

w/c; 23.6k ( 1.3k and some change -- this teaser)

a/n; thank you so so much to my @onlyhuis for proofreading and being my rock while i wrote this bitch. this one was out of my comfort zone but i really wanted to try to dive into angst and something a bit more toxic with my plot. i hope you enjoy it.

this fic will be released sunday 4/14 at 3 pm est to read it now subscribe to my patreon and click here

3 missed calls from Soonyoung❣️

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sigh at the notification on your lock screen, thinking about the number of times you had tried to call him the day before only to get his voicemail. You think about the number of text messages that you have sent as you unlock your screen, looking at the four messages waiting for you. 

When Soonyoung told you about his job opportunity, you were excited for him. Dancing was his life and his biggest passion, with teaching coming in as a close second. The main drawback of the job offer was that he would be gone for a year and be in another country. 

Promises had been made to one another in an attempt to make the distance easier. You both promised to visit when you could and to keep in touch every single day. Things were easier said than done, it would seem. 

Soonyoung ❣️: I got in late. 

Soonyoung ❣️: I know you are going to be mad at me. 

Soonyoung ❣️: Call me when you wake up

Soonyoung ❣️: Love you 

You sigh, laying your phone down next to you after reading over the messages. Lately, they were all starting to look the same. There was always a “I got in late” message waiting for you and a “call me when you wake up" message waiting for you after a day of trying to keep in touch on your part. You knew he was working hard, but so were you. 

Sliding out of bed, your phone in tow, you leave it on the counter as you turn on the shower, letting the bathroom fill up with steam. It wasn’t like Soonyoung would know the exact moment you woke up anyway. He barely remembered the local time anymore, much less your schedule. He had made you wait. Now he could wait. 

Soonyoung knew he should be asleep. He had to wake up early to get to the studio but he was staring at his phone and hoping you would call him. He had checked the time back home at least five times and it was a Tuesday, which meant you had to get ready for work soon. 

Sighing loudly, Soonyoung scrolls back through the text messages that he had missed from you throughout the day. He hadn’t meant to ignore you; he never did. Time wasn’t his greatest ally lately and long days had turned into even longer nights. 

Y/N 😘: Hope you are having a good day babe 

Y/N 😘: Missing you 

Y/N 😘: Hope class has gone well. You are amazing ❣️

Y/N 😘: I’m going to bed 

Y/N 😘: Hope I get to talk to you tomorrow. I love you 

Kicking his legs out from under the covers, Soonyoung knocks his head back against the headboard. He groans under his breath as he gives in to his impatience, pressing down on your name and placing the phone up to his ear to listen to it ring. One ring, two rings, a third, and then your sweet voice tells him that you can’t come to the phone. Were you ignoring him? 

The sound of your ringtone makes you furrow your brows, your eyes closed, as water runs down your face towards your lips. You were almost done with your shower but you were almost certain you weren’t hearing things, especially when your phone rings for a second time. Wiping the water from your face, you rush to get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you, just as the second call from Soonyoung goes unanswered. 

He had begun to turn over, a scowl on his face, when his phone lit up with a picture of your face. Staring at his phone for a few seconds, Soonyoung presses his tongue against his cheek before finally answering. 

“Hello?”

You could hear the disappointment in Soonyoung’s voice and for a split second, you felt a pang of guilt. You forget about the number of calls that went unanswered the day before as you lean against the counter with a frown on your face. 

“Hey, sorry, I was in the shower.” 

Shrugging, Soonyoung also seems to forget how bad he felt about missing your calls and not responding to your text until late. Instead, he just thinks about himself and what he is feeling at the moment: frustration. 

“Yeah, well, I asked for you to call me when you woke up, but I guess you didn’t check your phone.”  

Looking down as water drips onto the tile, you feel Soonyoung’s words eat at your heart until you remember waking up and seeing your own messages from the day before. You remember listening to his voicemail time and time again, as you hoped he would pick up the phone even for a moment to say something to you. 

“I did check it.” 

Furrowing his brows, Soonyoung is taken aback by your sudden shift in attitude towards him. He had expected an apology and maybe your sweet, comforting voice to lull him to sleep but clearly that wasn’t happening. 

“Oh? So you chose to ignore my messages and calls?” 

“Like you chose to ignore mine, Soonyoung? Seriously…” 

Your voice trails off as tears begin to well up in your eyes. There had been too many days recently that had started much like this one. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend and tell him how much you missed him, how much you loved him, and how proud of him you were that he was living his dream, but instead the two of you ended up in an argument. 

Swallowing hard, Soonyoung closes his eyes as he sits up in his bed, running his fingers through his hair and listening to the sounds of your breath through the phone. He could tell you were crying. He had heard it enough times over the phone at this point to know exactly what it sounded like. 

Now he was remembering seeing his phone light up throughout the day and checking it to see another missed call or text message from you. He remembered promising himself to call you back on the next break, only to get into a conversation with someone and lose track of time. 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung hears a soft sob over the phone as he looks out of his window at the dark skyline of the city, knowing the sun was still rising where you were. He would give anything to be there with you now, to be able to hold you and to make this better but instead he was on the other side of the world and it felt like he might as well be on another planet. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I–look, I don’t know what is wrong with me. It was a long day and when you didn’t answer my brain, just–” Shaking his head, Soonyoung stops to take a breath, deciding to stop giving you excuses. “I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much.” 

This was the part when you would normally fold and tell him how much you loved him and forgive him. You always forgave Soonyoung because he was working so hard and you knew it was important but you were starting to feel like you were less important. Wiping your cheek with your free hand, you shake your head and bite at your bottom lip as Soonyoung whines your name when you don’t speak to him right away. 

“I have to get ready for work. I love you too. I hope you get some sleep.” 

Closing his eyes, Soonyoung lets out a breath, feeling his heart sink at your words. You hadn’t accepted his apology and you hadn’t wanted to hear his excuses. You just wanted off the phone, and at this point, he couldn’t blame you. 

“I–yeah, sure. Have a good day, babe.” 

The sound of the call ending before you even say goodbye is what stuns Soonyoung the most. Dropping the phone into his lap, he stares at it for a moment, your picture looking at him from his lockscreen before the display goes dark. 

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[hoshifighting]

Hello! I love your work 🥹 I hope you are well

Just wanna ask your thoughts on how the seventeen members would react to see you driving speed / you being fast on connected apps like ‘Find My’ heheheeheh

Thank you ❤️

a/n: thank u sweetie, i loved it!! im doing well!! <33 i hope i understood well.. like a gearhead girlfriend?... made w/ luv ❤️

WARNINGS: mentions of breakig the speed limit

seungcheol: “yo yo yo, slow the fuck down, we ain’t tryna die today!!” he’s literally shouting through the app, and you could almost see him gripping the imaginary 'oh shit' handle in the backseat. he loves you, but he’s lowkey shitting bricks rn, “bruh, this ain't fast & furious... i swear if we crash, it’s on you.”

jeonghan: sigh “baby, why you gotta be like this?” he’s too cool to actually panic, but you can feel him judging the fuck outta you. he’ll make you feel like the most irresponsible person alive while also making it clear he’s kinda impressed. “next time, let me drive so we don’t both end up with speeding tickets… but like… you kinda look hot doing it though, not gonna lie.” he’s smirking on the other side of the screen.

joshua: “ok but like… are we trying to break a record or what?” he’s nervous but trying to stay calm, but you can tell he’s clutching his pearls behind that smooth tone. “maybe, uh, we could slow down just a tiny bit? just a suggestion...” definitely trying not to freak out completely, but he’s one bad swerve from straight-up praying.

jun’s all for it, honestly. he’s got his phone up to show the speedometer on his end, clearly thriving. “you wanna hit 120? bet, i’m down, let’s fucking go!” jun’s just living it, probably snapping selfies like it’s no big deal while the car’s shaking at 90 mph.

hoshi: “wait—WAIT! y/n, no no NO, what the hell?? slow down before i shit my pants.” he close his eyes, dramatic as fuck, genuinely convinced y’all are about to fly off the highway. nearly crying as he clutches his phone. “i got shit to do tomorrow!! i can’t die today, not like this!”

wonwoo’s just... chillin’. he doesn’t really say much at first. just sends a simple, “you good?” text. he’s the only one calm in this whole situation. when you don’t respond right away, he hits you with, “bet you won’t keep up with the guy in the ferrari tho...” and you’re like, oh shit. he’s egging you on. he's vibing with the chaos, but lowkey wants to see how far you'll take it.

woozi: “y/n, you better chill the fuck out.” straight-up scolding you. no fluff, just pure frustration. jihoon’s too rational for this speed demon shit, and he’s already calculating how much the damn fine’s gonna be if you get caught. “if you crash, you better hope i’m not in the car, ‘cause i ain’t helping your ass.” classic jihoon—pissed, but still kinda impressed at your audacity.

seokmin: “YO, SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!” pure panic in his voice,like he’s watching a horror movie. “do you wanna give me a heart attack? holy shit!!” he’s basically pleading with you at this point, full-on hands shaking, worried sick like a damn mother hen. “i’m way too pretty to die like this, please, for the love of god, just slow down.”

mingyu: WELL THIS MAN HAVE LICENSE FOR IT, no fear at all. “you drive like a fucking beast, lemme hop in the car next time.” he’s fully living for the thrill, no reservations whatsoever. he’s gassing you up like no one would. adrenaline junkie.

minghao’s already over it. deadpan as fuck. “why you gotta stress me like this? i’m way too zen for this shit.”

seungkwan: “OKAY STOP! STOP! i didn’t sign up for this kinda trauma. you tryna die young, huh?!” yelling in the app for you to pull over before he passes out from sheer anxiety. “i’m never getting in a car with you ever again, swear on my life.”

vernon: “i mean, if we crash, we crash. kinda sick though, right?” no panic, no complaints, just lowkey impressed. “but like… how fast can you actually go?”

chan: “y/n, this isn’t a fucking video game!” poor baby is stressed out, clenching his fists like his life’s on the line. “i can’t do this. my heart can’t handle this. you tryna give me a heart attack?!” genuinely scared shitless. “you really gotta slow down before i fucking pass out in the toilet bro”

[pshwrldd]

sorry…

Warning: kissing,skinship, fighting (lmk if i missed anything!!) Genre: angst, fluff sypnosis: you have been married to your husband for 5 years, and today is your anniversary. You and minghao was supposed to have a date night but he canceled it?….

‼️not proofreadd‼️

today was you and minghaos 5th year wedding annivesary. Minghao was supposed to bring you out for dinner today to celebrate, or so you thought.

you were getting ready for your dinner date with your husband, who was supposedly on the way to pick you up from home until suddenly you got a notification from minghao,:

HUBBY<3: sorry sweetheart, but i dont think i can make it today… theres an emergency at work, i promise i’ll make it up to u alright?

You sighed reading that message, Minghao had always been a very caring and loving man but you knew minghao was often very busy, and you have always been patient about it. But today was the last straw.

You thought to yourself, maybe minghao finally made time to spend time with you on this special day, but a part of you also knew you shouldn’t get your hopes too high. You leaned back in ur chair amd looked at that messgae again feeling disappointed and … angry.

you sat on the couch waiting for your husband pissed off.

it was about midnight till he finally arrived home from work. You heard the keypad from outside and the door opening.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. Minghao walked uo to you, saying,

“sorry honey, it was really bust today at work an-“

But before he can continue u snapped, tired and frustrated at his excuses.

“So what if you were busy? Can’t you make some time for your wife on OUR ANNIVERSARY DAY? I have been patient knowing that you will always be busy due to your job but-“

Minghao answered back before you could say anything else,

“I know okay? I know, im sorry?! Like i said i was busy and today was a tiring day. I said i would make uo to you right?? I have-“

“no. Stop, stop saying you will make up for it!! I’ve heard all of it, you keep repeating the same things over and over again, but u never keep your promise!” You shout angrily.

minghao flinched hearing you snap, throughout the whole marriage, never have he seen you this angry.

“baby, im sorry but i have been super busy and u know it! So please understand and-“

“STOPPPP”

He stopped seeing you breaking down into tears. Guilt and concern etched minghaos face when he saw you cry. He rushed to ur side and hugged you tight in his arm. “shhhhhh, im sorry im sorry. i know, i know… im sorry, shhhh…”

he scooped you up and places u on the couch beside him, still hugging you, whispering comforting words to you as u sunggle against his side. Oh how much you missed his hug,

the atmosphere felt like a warm bubble that protected the both you. After awhile your sobs eventually stopped and you fell asleep.

Minghao chuckled feeling ur body relax againts his. You looked so peaceful in your sleep. Minghao kissed the top of your head,adding with a gentle tone,

“good night sweetheart, sleep tight”

nanas love note🫶🏻: FINALLY BACK WITH A NEW ONEE?? my first angst!😖 angst is one of my weaknesses buti wanted try<33 And i definitely wouldn’t be posting this if my biggest Supporter wasnt helping me. @icyy-hoon <33 [ilh so much i swer] anywayss wanted to write minghao to dedicate to my themee<3 anyways not to waste anymore time and i hope you enjoyy<333

Taglist (send ask or comment to in!!): @jakesangel @jaysng @icyy-hoon @amorek1m

[babyleostuff]

Hi can I request an agnst fic where u found your s/o (can't decide which member, can be mingyu or jeonghan but u can decide authornim I'm just here for the against) cheated on you and they are still denying it but the reader ain't soft and decided to leave them. Thaaaank youuu. 🥰 or or MTL svt members will cheat on you. 😆

sorry, but i’m not quite comfortable with writing about cheating. hope you understand 🫶🏼

[strwbwoo]

mingyu dokyeom minghao

wonwoo joshua jun

scoups jeonghan dino

vernon seungkwan hoshi

woozi

specials

minwon . . . minseok 150. . . gyu bday . . .

mdni

[mileyjassie]

"PAINKILLER"

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff (Soulmate, Wings au)

Word count: 4.2K

Synopsis: You just couldn't realize that your soulmate was your virtual best friend this whole time, so you try to find your true love while he tries to convince himself that it's not himself. (Yeah)

Author's note: She's stupid and he's stupid. (Sorry about english mistakes I'm not fluent at all)

Moodboard by: @treasure-hwa

You hid your nose under the high collar of your sweater, following your way to the airport in quick and agile steps feeling the freezing morning wind, you were already late due to the traffic and that was enough to make you anxious.

— I'm telling the truth, I swear!... — You grabbed your purse, running across the crosswalk with your cellphone glued to your ear.

"You're very nervous, how will I know if you're not lying?" Soonyoung grunted, insisting that you had forgotten him.

— I'm not nervous-

"Of course you are!"

— Let me speak! — You said, falling into his drama. — I'm running! How do you expect me not to be nervous?

"I waited three years for this moment. And you blew it!"

— You say that as if I'm sinning! — You exclaimed, hearing a mocking nasal laugh.

"I am a god, of course you're sinning."

You smiled falsely, not wanting to make a scene in the middle of the street to the people around you.

"I thought that you would be waiting for me in the middle of the people, then I would get off the plane looking desperately to find you and then the moment our eyes meet you would run tearfully towards me and then I wouldn't be able to-"

— Ah! — You tripped on a step, leaving your bag, your phone and yourself fall on the floor. — Damn it! — You muttered, not looking around because you didn't wanted to think about the shame that was growing up from your toes to your head. Then one young man bent down, putting his hand on your shoulder.

— Are you alright? Why haven't you got up yet? Want help? — You looked at his face, stammering that it wasn't your intention to disturb anyone when he had already collected all your belongings, he gave you his hand to you to get up and smiled sweetly. — Your phone didn't break. — Said friendly. — That's really good.

You smiled, looking over his shoulder. No wings. Your hands froze, you were surprised for living a cliché scene like this which only existed in your books. You thanked him many times, exchanging a few words with him who seemed really good at conversations, something that you were already used to, but in a more intense way. You remembered your friend, saying goodbye to the boy in a hurry. You went looking for Soonyoung, realizing that you didn't know exactly where to find him. You were pulled by the wrist, an act that scared you for a moment until you turned and saw his face, his neutral expression showing exactly nothing. Which was terrible.

— You hung up on me. — His voice sounded different, but extremely familiar, it paralyzed you.

You wanted to answer naturally, as if it was another video call of you, in a way it just seemed common to have him close to you. But it was not. You knew that and he knew it too. The hand that held your wrist was sweaty and cold, he tried to hide it but you could feel very well anyway. You smiled widely.

— Soonyoung! — You pulled him down, hugging him by the neck, squeezing enough to choke him, which was purposeful, however he wasn't against it, it was the opposite actually. He shouted your name and made you ask for air in a second. When he let you breathe again, you got in a tight, endless hug again, laughing for no reason. You pulled back a little, looking at his face.

— Oh... — You tilt your head, laughing. — Looks like your eyes are smaller than I thought.

He exclaimed loud: "yah!", pretending be angry.

— Show some respect. — He scoffed, staring at you. — What happened? — He took his bags farther back, coming back to you, starting to walk.

— I fell over there. — You turned, pointing to the entrance.

— Really? — He asked in surprise. You confirmed it. — Are you alright?

You stated, smiling from ear to ear with his concern. Soonyoung shrugged, letting out a loud, repetitive laugh.

— Damn. I should have seen it. — He proceeded laughing, you pulled the corner of your mouth in a weak smile, letting out only a discouraged "heh".

— Is it going to be like this every day?...

— Sure, if you give me copies of your keys. — He brought that loud laugh again.

When you arrived at your apartment Soonyoung stopped, leaving his bags in front of the door in the middle of the corridor, turning to the front apartment, touching the face of the yellow smile sticker that you left there for him.

— That's cute ... — He commented, turning to look at you, in the moment you couldn't help but smile all the time, what was totally spontaneous with him. — I'll be a great neighbor.

— You better be... Ya need help in there?

Soonyoung shook it off.

— Go to work, when we get back we'll have the whole night to talk.

You raised your eyebrows.

— Shit, I can't use bad connection as excuse anymore.

His eyes narrowed.

— How dare you-

— On the way back we'll have so much fun, Soonyoung! — You exclaimed sarcastically, leaving. — I'll miss you- I'm already missing!

— Oh, yeah? — Answered sarcastically too.

You entered the elevator.

...

The next morning you had to do your best to get up after the alarm went off, going to clean the room full of dirty dishes and bags of snacks that you both left unattended while watching all the movies you could in one night. You rubbed your eyes, opening the curtains to let in the breeze. The apartment door was opened right after, a rumpled-faced boy with blonde and tangled hair lazily approaching with squeezed eyebrows.

— Soonyoung hungry... Soonyoung want food...

— Good Morning. — You greeted him.

— Food... — He dragged himself to the counter, sitting down.

You served breakfast, seeing for the first time the battery charging process of the tallest one. He ate a lot, that's why he had so much energy to spend.

— I need to go change, I'm almost late. — You got up, showing the direction of the door. — Wash the dishes and when you're done... bye, bye. — You smiled, sending kisses and going straight to the room before he complained about the demand.

You locked the door, going into the bathroom to take your shower, feeling a little uncomfortable in your back, going out to go to the mirror next to the bed, trying to see what brought that irritating itch in you. Was that really it? It finally happened?

You remembered the boy at the airport, puffing out your chest with joy. Was he your soulmate?You changed your clothes, opening the bedroom door to go to the kitchen but not finding who you were looking for. You opened the apartment door, headed to the door with a yellow sticker right in front of you, finding Soonyoung in his kitchen, looking his back with his hands resting on the edge of the sink.

— Soonyoung — You called him loudly, he turned around, surprised.

You were silent a little, looking at him for a moment.

— I... — You smiled. — I think my wings are growing.

His lips parted in a slight gasp, without comment. You didn't think he would be so shocked.

— And also ... I think I know who he is.

The boy with the white shirt turned to face you, raising his eyebrows, bringing one hand behind his body.

— Do you know who he is? — He asked quietly, still puzzled.

— I saw this boy yesterday, before we met, he had no wings. And he helped me when I fell in the floor.

— Ah... — He chuckled. — How cheesy ... Do you know his name at least?...

You broke the smile.

— We talked but I didn't ask his name.

Soonyoung exclaimed loudly, pretending he's stressed.

— How can you not ask the name of the guy who helped you? — He snapped his tongue, shaking his head. — What a lack of good behaviour.

You sighed loudly, sitting on the top of the back of his couch.

— How am I going to find him? ... My soulmate, will I never find him again?

Soonyoung pulled the corner of his mouth, looking at you from the corner, sitting next to you.

— Stay calm, ok? I'll help you ... Even if you broke our promise. — He looked elsewhere.

You turned suspiciously.

— What promise?...

Soonyoung looked at you again, hurt.

— You don't remember your promise to me?

You let out a loud laugh.

— The one that if we didn't find our soulmates we would live without soulmates together? Cheesy.

— At least you remember. — He put his hand on his chest, relieved. — I always thought it was very romantic.

You scoffed, taping his knee a few times.

— Yeah. — You agreed after a while. — Quite romantic.

— I'm a romantic man. — Joked.

...

You lowered the newspaper, looking at the store from the other side of the street where you were sitting next Soonyoung, who was also holding a newspaper in front of his face.

— Sure you found him? — You asked, lowering your sunglasses.

— Of course I'm sure. — He put down his own sunglasses. — He works there, according to my contacts.

— What contacts?

— An interesting tool called Facebook.

You raised your eyebrows.

— I didn't know you had Facebook.

— I do not have. — He put the glasses back on.

You stared at him for a long time, a little confused but feeling humorous.

— Sexy and mysterious.

Soonyoung laughed, crossing his legs.

— Go! Go and conquer your soulmate! — He smirked, proud, tossing his hair back. — Search for your prince charming, and remember: when he asks you to leave him you do not leave! Catch him! Capture him!

You laughed nervously, leaving the newspaper on the bench.

— Thank you. I think the talk may be long so you don't have to wait for me.

His index finger lowered his glasses, showing his suspicious eyes.

— Before. Ten. O'clock.

— It's not even dark yet.

— Don't cut my moment! — He stood up sharply pointing the index finger dramatically in your face, snorting and leaving after picking up the two newspapers.

You let out a painful smile, turning to cross the street. When you went in you looked for him, but you didn't find him anyway.

...

You lay on the bed, rolling and stretching, lying on your stomach and then shrinking, unable to pretend that the pain in your back did not exist. You gone to the kitchen, looking for any type of pain reliever that could give you a little relief, but only finding empty boxes. You were already breathing hard when you left your house going to look for help in the apartment in front of yours, using the copy you had of his key, still insecure about bothering him at that moment, but being unable to bear that pain. When you came in he was in the kitchen, his soaked hair clinging to his forehead, totally sweaty, drinking a whole glass of water at once. The glass was put in the sink after letting out a heavy sigh.

— Soonyoung?... — You called quietly, stopping where you were, clenching your eyebrows together at the sight of his condition.

His eyes were as red as his ears, he looked at you startled, not expecting to see you at his apartmentat that moment.

— W-What happened? Your cheeks are red ... Are you sick? — He came towards you, you waved your hands, not wanting to worry him too much even though you were in so much pain. Seeing his stunned expression increased your headache, making you uneasy.

— You look terrible... — You put your cold hand in his face not feeling his temperature higher than normal, despite the contrast of your hand with his face. — What happened?

He closed his eyes, shaking his head, putting his hand on your face for a moment to check that you didn't have a fever too. At this point, you almost felt sober again.

— Did you come here because you were sick? — He murmured, blinking slowly.

You nodded, feeling slightly better. You ran your hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat, brushing his wet hair out of his eyes.

— My painkillers are gone... — you mumbled, watching him quickly retreat to the kitchen countertop, taking a package and reaching you to go close to him. You held his hand, receiving the package in your palm, watching him fill a glass of water next.

Despite the throbbing head you looked at the packaging, seeing that it was the same medicine for wing pain, noticing one pill had already been consumed.

— Soonyoung ... Did you ... Did you find someone?... — You took the glass of water that he gave you, watching his dark and lost eyes.

— W-what? — He gasped, looking at the medicine in your hands. — T-That's not it... I... I... — He gulped, wiping his face. — I bought it for you, but I ate something that made me sick, as it was the only painkiller I had... I used...

You saw his tiredness, not wanting to insist too much.

— I'm meaning seriously... — He continued, taking the glass back when you consumed the medicine. — It's yours ... take it, since you came here because you need it. Tomorrow I buy the right medicine for me. — He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

You confirmed in silence, holding the package and rubbing your back.

— Does it still hurt?... — He asked worried but clumsy just like you. You stated, feeling a fragility that you couldn't quite understand, you desperately needed to have something and not having it just made you sad.

Soonyoung approached, taking the medicine slowly from your fingers, leaving it on the counter and coming back to you, bending down a little to rest your head on his shoulder.

— It will pass, don't cry... I know it hurts. — He stroked your hair, kissing the top of your head. — Wait a little longer and you'll see...

You stood like that for a while, receiving his affection in your hair in silence.

— Are you okay?... — You murmured against the fabric of his shirt, running a hand over his back in an attempt to calm him.

Soonyoung laid his head on yours giving you a hug, doing the same gesture you did.

— I'm getting better... What about you?...

— Me too... — You answered in the same tone. — Thanks...

— It's okay...

After you calmed down you went to sit on the sofa, still relaxing close to each other, keeping your eyes closed and being silent, listening only to the breathing becoming lighter, getting sleepy together.

...

Soonyoung came into the room with the first aid kit, You sat on the arm of the sofa with your back to him, lifting your shirt up to your chest so he could see what you had done. He pulled the air within his teeth, lightly touching the wound.

— How did that happen? — He asked anguished, you lowered your head, embarrassed by the situation.

— I was sleeping, I didn't pay much attention, I ended up scratching very hard...

— Both sides have already appeared. — He murmured, making your body shiver with the simple touch. — It's red and swollen, you can see a little bit of two feathers... but they are soiled with blood, I don't know the color... — He sighed. — It will hurt.

— It won't hurt like it hurts when I stop taking the painkillers for a single moment... — You squeezed your fingers. — Have you bought your medicine?...

Soonyoung was silent, denying later.

— The only pharmacy nearby says it's over...

You frowned, confused.

— Over?

He stated, placing his hands on your shoulders, slowly removing your shirt over your head. You held your breath with your face burning after letting out a surprised gasped.

— What I bought farther from here is very weak... It's like it didn't work, but it's the only one I have for now... But sometimes... sometimes it works.

You felt the cold cotton slide through the wound, bringing an uncomfortable sting. You remained silent, too focused on the random and unnecessary touches that strolled behind your back, his hand resting on one corner or another while the other calmly cleaned your wound.

— You would do the same for me, right? — He asked after the silence, you hugged a pillow, hiding your torso when he put away the cotton and slid his fingertips down your spine. — If I was in need of help, of affection, you would come to rescue me, wouldn't you?

— We're friends, aren't we?... — You breathed, receiving no answer. — Soonyoung?

— It's growing up. — He brought his fingers to the tips, intending to pull.

— No! Don't pull!

— I'll not force it, it's doing it alone. — He pulled slowly, you could feel it slide out like a string, which was certainly strange.

You put your hand up to your back, touching it gently.

— Oh. — He said, making you curious.

— What's it?...

— Nothing, is that... They're white and black... — He said, admired. — My favorite colors.

You smiled, happy to finally know the colors.

— Your wings gonna be beautiful.

...

You knocked on his bedroom door, receiving no answer from him.

— Are you alright? Why didn't you leave?

You knocked a few more times.

— I'm worried, Soonyoung!

Your cellphone beeped notifying you of a message: "I'm not feeling well, I want to be alone. I drank my last medicine and I want to sleep." You intended to answer him, but got interrupted by another message: "Don't worry about me, you need to leave."

— Just unlock that door, okay? Sleep well, when I get back I'll bring you painkillers, leave it open for me.

"Ok." Replied.

You left still unsure, not wanting to leave him alone with injuries but knowing that you could not simply cancel the meeting you had arranged.

— I'll be back soon. — You whispered to yourself going to the front door, looking back one more time.

You left the building and went to the small store you had visited days ago, when you met the boy you were very nervous, taking time to get straight to the point.

— Have you been feeling pain? — He nodded, smiling sympathetically as you proceeded the conversation. — So ... Do you think... it could be us? My wings have been growing lately and it started a day after we met for the first time...

He looked at you surprised and a little sad.

— Excuse me?...

You broke the smile, but he started talking.

— Mine had began much later, they haven't even grow yet. I'm already in a relationship with my soulmate... I'm sorry for you, you're gonna find this person, I'm sure.

— But... There's no one else...

He held your hand over the table, trying to comfort you.

— There has to be. That day, there must have been someone else.

— I only found a long time friend... Only him... — You looked away — But we already knew each other before... — You said in a discouraged tone, being surprised by your own disappointment.

He tilted his head.

— In person?

You looked at him in shock, disappointed with yourself.

— I need to go. — You got up.

— We can be friends! — He waved.

— Of course! — You opened the door, feeling the pain growing as the painkiller stopped working. — I'm coming back with your medicine, Soonyoung... me.

You went into his apartment, walking slowly to the door of his room, hoping he heard you. He was lying on his stomach, hidden between the sheets, his back to the window that let a light breeze come in along with the weak morning sun with curtains swinging without much effort.

Soonyoung narrowed his eyes, shrinking a little more, hiding half of his face in the pillow. You closed your eyes, noticing the stitches that reappeared on your back. However, you did not search any remedy. You climbed into his bed, waking him up.

— Are you back already?... — He looked at you, sitting up with a grimace. — How was your date?... — He ran his hand through his hair, just messing it up more. Then he looked up, staring at you for a while. — Why are you looking at me like that?...

— It really hurts, isn't?... — You murmured, putting your hands on you back. — It hurts so much for me, why didn't you tell me it hurts for you too?

Soonyoung was silent, raising his eyebrows a few inches, approaching just a little.

— Wasn't he the one?... — He released in a light, relieved tone.

You reached for his heavy hand, holding it between yours, watching him close his eyes, grateful for the relief he felt at the touch.

— Why didn't you tell me? — You whispered, touching his hair, reaching down your hand to the back of his head, bringing him close until you touched your foreheads.

— How could it be me? I thought it was only a thought I couldn't quite let go. — He murmured, returning the touch, squeezing your hand. The pains eased more and more, bringing comfortable sighs — You had found the one, but you were always full of medicines. I'm your best friend, not your lover, I didn't want to scare you in any way.

You remained silent, not responding but agreeing, for a moment thinking that it was simply an option that did not existed for you before.

— I'm sorry... — You scolded yourself, seeing his other hand land on top of yours. — For not taking care of you like you had take care of me. I should have asked what was going on.

Soonyoung laughed, softening the mood.

— It's my fault for not giving you a better excuse. — He smiled. — Indigestion doesn't make you keep dripping sweat.

— I know. — You agreed, smiling too. — I promise not to get stuffed with painkillers anymore...

Soonyoung closed his eyes while smiling, pressing his cheek to yours.

— Are you saying you'll stay here with me? Don't you like that guy? — You laughed with a playful gesture, putting your face very close to his when he left your cheeks.

You smiled without embarrassment at the shyness of both, your fingers not quite knowing how to continue stroking each other's hand, but still remaining the same.

— Were you mine from the start?... — You mumbled after a few seconds, looking at his hands.

— It seems so. — He said in the same tone. — Aren't you satisfied?

You shook your head, not liking his question.

— Don't say that. You are my favorite person in this whole world. — Soonyoung smiled small with what you said, avoiding your eyes. — I'm very satisfied.

— Me too. — He whispered, shying.

— I just can't see us going too fast at the moment... — The older agreeded after listening in silence, whispering a low: "I know". You looked up. — Can you see me that way already?

He swallowed, separating your hands to entwine your fingers, still petting his thumbs.

— Doesn't matter how I see you... You were always important to me from the beginning. Just stay with me as you always have, okay?

— Are you afraid to tell me the truth? — You smirked.

— It's not it.

You laughed, letting go when noticing his nervousness.

— Give me a hug. — You asked, dropping his hands to receive his arms around your torso. You snuggled up to his neck, combing his hair. — Thank you, my soulmate.

— Woah... — He said admired. — Romantic.

You slid your hand down the column, feeling the volume on his back under his shirt.

— Let me see! — You exclaimed excitedly, trying to pull his shirt up.

— Don't take my clothes off! — He laughed, holding the hem of his shirt down.

— Sweet revenge. — You crawled until you were behind the blonde, lifting the shirt up to his shoulders. — Have you seen it?

— I didn't wanted to see it, it hurt.

— Oh!

— What? — He turned his face, trying to see your expression. — What color is it? — Asked curious, repeating the same question several times because of your suspense.

— It's my favorite color!

His face cleared, eyes shining.

— Yellow!

— Yellow! — You returned the animation, hugging him from behind. — Your wings gonna be beautiful!

Soonyoung hugged your arms, laying both of you on the bed, turning around to face you.

— I hope they grow up soon! I want to see them big soon! — He hugged your waist, closing his eyes when you fit his face in your hands.

— I want too.

...

Soonyoung convinced you to climb on top of that low rooftop holding your hand on the edge, showing the orange tree losing its leaves to the wind. Below was a pool of dead leaves, piled in piles to cushion your fall.

— I'm afraid. — You gave a nervous laugh, but he could guess it by noticing how sweaty your hand was.

— I'm going with you, no need to be afraid. — He said smiling, wanting to calm you, but looking more excited than you to fly. Well, he already knew a lot more than you did.

Soonyoung's yellow wings were huge, strong and full, always ready to act, even though he might not always be able to do it perfectly. His daily injuries were points of experience, that was also the reason he got ahead of you. He was brave, but you weren't.

— Your wings are perfect, Hoshi. It was more than expected that you could improve so easily.

— I know they're perfect. But don't you dare use them as an excuse to discredit yours, when yours are even more perfect than mine.

You looked away.

— Let's go! — He exclaimed, taking you along with him, you tried to stay still, however, there was a big strength difference between the two of you.

You both sink into the leaves.

— Why didn't you do it? — You faced him.

He smiled crookedly, ashamed.

— I forgot it wasn't just you supposed to fly.

You laughed, relaxing a little. You went up again, jumping and finding the leaves again too.

— Are you sure you're helping me? — You joked, asking him to climb on the slab again. He shrugged, following you up the steps.

— You seem to be having fun so it must be working.

You jumped again, again and again, in the end you were just playing like kids.

— We'll have to clean this up later. — You told the boy next to you, trying to gather the leaves a little.

— After a few more times, okay? — He asked with a forefinger upward, asking cheerfully for you to jump again.

You got to the edge, trying to get serious this time. Soonyoung held your hands, jumping right behind you so you could feel more confident. His wings actually opened for the first time, making a loud sound as they moved, you went down, holding his arms to keep from falling, watching him laugh out loud and nervously until you finally managed to do what you were trying to. You released his wrists after a while, smiling wide with his presence.

— I said you could do it! — He exclaimed, opening his hands for a high five. — These are my favorite wings of all, of course they fly.

You stated happily, amused by the blonde in front of you, forgetting for a moment to move your wings, tumbling and releasing a confused "Oh" before falling and taking him with you. You both fell on the leaves, this time a little sore, but not too much. You lifted your head, patting his back lightly. Soonyoung got off of you moaning and laughing at the same time.

— How many seconds? — He asked while smiling painfully, shaking his head.

— I don't know. — You lay down pulling him back for a hug, both being wrapped by his wings.

You two lay there like this, comfortably in silence, feeling the breeze hit your bodies and take some of the dry leaves away.

[asphora]

masterlist

Hello there, lovely human being! I’m A and here is my svt masterlist.

🌺: fluff | 🌼: angst | 🌹: smut | 🍁: other 🌙: completed | ✨: not yet completed | series updated: 10.03.2020

(!) reblogging the fics and/or giving me feedback, anonymously or otherwise, would be such a big help and I’d really appreciate it! Hihi thank you❤

seungcheol

marigolds 🌼 | 🌙  

jeonghan

joshua

jun 

hoshi

wonwoo

untitled🌼 | ✨

marigolds 🌼 | 🌙 (mostly seugncheol x reader)

jihoon

another 🌼 | 🌙

almost  🌼 | 🌙

dk

mingyu

minghao

seungkwan

vernon

the warmest hue (soulmate!au)  🌺/ 🌼 | ✨ 01. technicolor | 02. rose-tinted | 03. lavender | 04. monochrome

dino

[saydaname17]

+What a Night

↳ requested by: @we-live-the-fandom-life

[ Credit ] 

Firstly, I’d like to say that I do not write much smut and when I do, it’s more like agnst and eve that, its always the same plot/story line. I am not very creative. WELL, HERE WE GO AGAIN

You and wonu have been casually seeing each other

and when I say casually, I mean it

not much hooking up, but there is tension

anyway, it’s been 500 days since svt’s latest hit

Wonwoo and his members have been out celebrating all night

he comes home dressed in black and this harness type thing (idk look at the photos)

babe, what are you wearing? You giggle as you ask him

do you want to help me take it off? he rises a brow at you

is this the night it’s gonna happen you ask yourself? 

You nod and start heading to the bedroom

you have to be a good girl for me he nearly growls at you

obeying, you begin to strip down

one layer at a time, putting on a show for him

[hoshifighting]

hi there!!! can u pls make svt’s reaction seeing their ex with someone new? (they havent moved on yet)

seungcheol’d try to play it cool, but inside it burns it really does. his jaw would clench as he watches you laugh with someone else, and he’d force a smile when you catch his eye, but the second you turn away, his expression hardens. “so that’s who you’re with now, hm?” he’d mutter under his breath, feeling the sting of jealousy in his chest.

jeonghan is another one who would try to smile, but you know it’s just a front. he’d raise an eyebrow when he sees you with someone new, giving you a lazy wave like it doesn’t matter to him. “hope they treat you better than I did,” he’d say as soon as you’re out of sight.

joshua's soft smile would falter the moment he sees you with someone else. he’d look away quickly, pretending not to care, but inside, it’s like a punch to the gut. “so you’ve moved on…” he’d whisper to himself, forcing a polite nod in your direction. but you’d catch the hurt in his eyes before he looks away again.

junhui’d try to be all casual about it, like drink water on a hot day, flashing a grin when he sees you, you can tell he’s dying inside. the second you leave, he’s replaying every moment in his head, wondering if he could’ve done something different to keep you.

hoshi’d stare for a second too long, his face will look ass as he watches you with someone new. “oh… you’ve moved on,” he’d say softly, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips—he honestly thought that you would never move on from him. he’d try to act like it doesn’t bother him, but you can see the sadness/jealousy in his eyes, even as he forces a laugh.

wonwoo would try to be stoic as ever, but inside, he’s a big big mess. he’d keep his expression neutral, barely glancing at you and your new partner, but his mind is racing. “guess it’s really over,” he’d think, his realization heaving. he wouldn’t say anything, just shove his hands in his pockets and walk away, pretending it didn’t bother him, even though it does. and a lot.

woozi is another one who would act like he doesn’t care, but the second he sees you with someone else, his stomach drops, his ego, broken. “so that’s how it is now,” he’d mutter, trying to focus on anything but the tightness in his chest. he’d avoid eye contact, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he’d go quiet, retreating into his thoughts, replaying what went wrong.

minghao’d put on his most indifferent face, pretending not to care, but there’s a storm brewing behind his eyes. heart is aching. he’d watch you from a distance, trying to convince himself that he’s moved on, but the jealousy gnaws at him, making him second-guess everything.

mingyu dont even try to hide it, hes visibly upset. the moment he sees you with someone new, his face falls, and he’s struggling to hide the hurt. he’d probably give a little wave or a tight-lipped smile, but would look away even faster before he ball his eyes in front of you and your partner.

seokmin wouldd try to smile when he sees you, but it’d be shaky, he would have trembling hands hid inside his hoodie pockets. he’s trying to convince himself that is better this ways, that he's way better when he's single. but he’d quickly excuse himself after that, not wanting you to see how much it’s really hurting him.

seungkwan would try to laugh it off. “wow, you didn’t waste any time, huh?” he’d joke, but the bitterness in his voice would be so obvious. he’d glance away, trying to keep his cool, but he’s absolutely fucked, and the second he’s alone, he’s spiraling, replaying the breakup all over again, I think he wouldn't even answer your friendly messages after, because he cant stand the idea of talking with you, when you're not his anymore.

vernon would go quiet so fucking fast, he’d just give you a curt nod when he sees you with someone new, trying to swallow down the jealousy, but the truth is that he's gagging with it. “guess that’s it, then,” he’d think to himself, walking away without saying a word. but inside, he’s feeling more than he’d ever admit. would probably cry alone right after, isolated from the world.

chan would be hurt hurt, real affected but trying not to show it. he’d see you with someone new, and his heart would sink, but he’d force a smile, because he needs to show that he's oh so strong, and that he moved on too, as soon as you’re gone, he’s beating himself up inside, wondering if he could’ve done something to stop this from happening. would pray that it was just a nightmare.