#they just have little blush designs idk its seemed nice to add

[mephiles-the-jester]

puts my android ingo and emmet hc onto 'only human' by steam powered giraffe,,,it makes sense to me

[jean-kayak]

Already Taken

Summary: You try to help Aone get the girl he likes without realizing you’re helping the wrong person

Pairing: Takanobu Aone x gn!reader

Word Count: 3,186

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, little bit of a slow burn, there’s an oc (idk if that counts???)

A/N: I saw something that said that Aone would point at someone that he likes, so I thought I could write somethin with that lmao, and after reading a whole bunch of Aone fanfics, I am now apart of the Aone bandwagon

“How’d the practice match go yesterday, Aone?” You’re busy digging through your locker trying to find your textbook. You stop when you realize that you get no response from your white haired best friend.

You look over the door. "Aone?" He's not focused on you, but something behind you further down the hallway. You turn your head to see what he's looking at. You feel yourself scoff fondly when you see a girl standing at her locker, and you turn to say something to him when you see his arm raised,  his index finger pointing right at her.

Your eyes widen in alarm as you walk around your locker door to push his arm down. "What the hell are you doing?" You grunt as you force his arm down, and then he looks down at you. "You can't point at a girl who you think is cute in the middle of the hallway! I thought you only did that to aces on the team you're playing against."

When you get his arm down, you turn back to look at the girl, who's now walking away, and you turn back to find your textbook. "You should go talk to her."

"What should I say?" he asks, and you cheer in triumph when you find it, closing your locker before looking at him.

"Well, do you know her?"

He shakes his head. "I know her name."

"Well, that's a start. Do you have any classes together?" you try, and he nods. "Okay, then try and start a conversation with her. Maybe like how boring the class is or something."

"But I don't think the class is boring," he deadpans, and you chuckle in defeat as you drop your head.

"Right, of course, you do," you mumble, and the bell rings. "Come on, big guy, we'll figure something out," you say as you pull on his arm to lead him down the hallway.

"So, how'd it go, Aone?" you ask as you start eating your lunch.

"What are you talking about?" Futakuchi asks, words garbled by the food in his mouth.

"Aone has a crush," you respond, and the scowl on Aone's face deepens as you laugh. "What? You do. And did you talk to this crush?" you question, and he turns away from you trying to fight the blush finding its way onto his face. Aone tried but he didn't know how, or what to say. He sits right next to her, and he had multiple opportunities, and he just couldn't find the courage.

"You expected Aone to talk to a girl on his own?" Futakuchi jokes, and you slap him lightly on the arm.

"Stop," you chide, and you turn back to the pink-faced boy. "Okay, so how about you try--"

"Y/N!" You're cut off by a voice, and the three of you turn towards the door, seeing the same girl that has Aone's attention, walking towards your desk.

"Speak of the devil," you whisper, ignoring the fact that Aone is staring a hole through your head right now. "Emiko, hey!" you respond as she stops in front of your desk.

"Do you have the shirt?" she asks, and you lean back in your chair to pull the shirt out of your desk, handing it to her. "Thank you so much!"

You wave her off. "Oh, it was no problem. Let me know if everyone else likes them." She nods and starts to walk away, but not before glancing at Aone that you don't miss. You're still not looking at Aone after she walks out, your attention focused on your food.

"You know her?" he speaks, and you turn your head towards him.

"Huh? What?" you respond quickly, feigning innocence. Aone's glare doesn't falter, and you sigh as you roll your eyes. "I don't know her like that, she just heard that I make shirts so she wanted me to make some for her club. She wanted a shirt to see if they would like the design."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew that you would've asked me to talk to her for you. Besides, it's obvious that you caught her eye anyway." The look in Aone's eyes changes to confusion. "She looked at you before she left. It was so obvious."

"Well, I was in the vicinity." You roll your eyes at his dull response, your thumb pointing at Futakuchi. "She didn't look at Futakuchi. So, that means you've got a chance. You've got like one foot in the door." You see Aone looks confused at your statement, and you sigh in defeat. "Okay, I'm going to help you, but I will not talk to her for you."

When Aone sees Emiko the next day, he luckily doesn't point at her, but he does stare at her. "Don't stare at her so hard, she's not going to disappear," you say, looking at your phone, already knowing that he's looking at her, and he looks at you.

"Why don't you say something to her instead of staring at her," Futakuchi adds as he walks to stand next to you.

"What should I do?" Aone asks, and you look up from your phone, meeting his eyes.

"Be yourself," you tell him, knowing that he's fighting the insecurities in his head. "Don't change yourself for her. You're already amazing as is, and if she can't see that, she's not worth it." You smile, your words nothing but honest, and you see the look in his eyes change to something that you can't read. Before you can question it, Futakuchi speaks up.

"Don't freak out, but she's walking over here." You and Aone break eye contact, seeing that your friend's statement was true. Her eyes on the three of you, and you see Aone tense next to you.

"Hey," you say, softly, putting a hand on his arm, "relax. Just talk to her, okay?" He nods just as Emiko walks up.

"Hey, Y/N, the club loved the shirt, so I just wanted to ask you if you could make some more," she says, and you see Aone deflate in the corner of your eye.

"Yeah, of course, I'll get them to you by the end of this week. I'm glad they liked them."

"Thanks again, you're a lifesaver, really."

You laugh off her words as you wave your hand. "Seriously, it was no problem." You all think that's the end of the conversation, but then she turns to Aone.

"Hey, Aone, you have a tournament coming up, don't you?" You have to hold back your laugh at Aone's face, you don't think you've ever seen him so surprised but doesn't respond. You lightly slap his arm, and he seems to jump out of whatever trance he was in.

He nods slowly, and you glance at Futakuchi as he holds back his laugh, his smile covered by his hand, and you fight the smile trying to rise on your face.

"Well, I finally have some free time, so I'm coming to see you play," she responds, waiting for a response from the tall boy, and you glance at Futakuchi because Aone hasn't responded, and you hit his arm again.

"Okay, cool." You and Futakuchi cringe at his emotionless response, and you look at Futakuchi who mouths 'he's hopeless' and you smile widely, covering your mouth.

"Well, I'll see you," she starts to walk off. "Thanks again, Y/N." You smile at her, and she looks at Aone one more time before she leaves. You wait until she's out of earshot, and when she is, you and Futakuchi both crowd Aone.

"Good job, man," Futakuchi congratulates, and you nod as you lightly punch his shoulder.

"What did I tell you? Now you're like through the door," you say, and Futakuchi rolls his eyes at your comparison. "You could at least have a little smile on your face," you add, and when he looks at you, a small smile appears on his face.

You walk past the gym on your way home when Futakuchi calls your name from the doors. "Hey, Futakuchi, what's up?" you ask, walking towards him.

"You got a minute?" he asks, and there's something off in his voice.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" you ask, cautiously. He sighs as he looks behind him, and then looks back at you.

"How do you feel about Aone?" The question throws you off, and you smile in confusion as you squint your eyes.

"I mean, he's my friend, so..." you trail off, not knowing where he's going with this conversation. He sighs again, shaking his head.

"No, I mean, how do you feel about him?" Your eyebrows crease at his emphasis.

"Are you asking me if I like Aone?" you try, and Futakuchi raises his eyebrows. "I mean..."

"Don't tell me that he's your friend. I know you feel differently about him." At his words, you feel your shoulders slump a little, and you scoff before you find your words.

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't like me like that anyway, so I'm going to help him get the girl that he likes," you say, and for the first time you feel your heart break a little at those words. Futakuchi gives you a pitying look. "Look, it's fine," you say, dismissing the look on his face. "I'm okay, really, I don't even think about it anymore."

He goes to say something, but someone yells his name. "I'll see you later, Futakuchi." You don't give him a second glance as you walk away from the gym, continuing your journey home.

Why did Futakuchi have to bring your feelings up? You don't know, but now your thoughts are filled with them. You've had doubts about how you feel about your friend, but you brushed it off multiple times, but now, consumed by your own thoughts, you hate that you can confirm how you feel about him.

You don't know when it started, but you started to notice whenever your heart would skip a beat when you would make him smile or on the rare occasion, laugh. It could've been the first time he was okay with you hugging him. You try to forget how nice his arms felt around you and how warm he felt, but you could never get it out of your head, no matter how many times you tried.

As you struggle through your thoughts, you wonder why Futakuchi asked you that question. You just assumed it was because of Emiko, and he just wanted to see how you were feeling. But you were fine. Sure, it hurt your heart a little, but you were fine. At least that's what you tried to tell yourself.

You smile to yourself when you hear the cheers of the Date Tech fans as you get closer to the entrance to the stands. You walk in and the cheers get louder, hearing a block coming from the court as you find a place near the railing. You smile when you see the team cheer for Aone, so you assume he was the one to get the block point.

"Y/N?" You turn your attention to the voice, and you see Emiko walking up to you. "I didn't know you were gonna be here."

"Yeah, I had some free time, so I thought I would surprise Futakuchi and Aone." She stands next to you, resting her hands on the railing. Aone gets another block, and the cheers beside you get louder again.

"Aone really is amazing. I always heard that his blocks were hard to break through," Emiko comments, and you nod in agreement.

"They don't call their blocks the 'Iron Wall' for nothing." The opposing team calls a time out, and you can help but feel bad that they don't know what to do to get around their blocks.

"He's really intimidating," she adds, and you laugh lightly as you lean on the railing.

"Yeah, on the court and at first glance. But he's a really cool guy once you get past that hard exterior. Took me a while to get past it when I first met him. You'll get there eventually, just give him some time."

"Oh would you look at that, she actually came," Futakuchi notes. "She's standing to the left of the fans. He sees Aone look the wrong way, and Futakuchi rolls his eyes. "Your left." Aone looks the right way, and Futakuchi speaks up again. "And Y/N's here too. That's a surprise."

The boys walk back onto the court, but Futakuchi misses Aone's dilemma. When he found Emiko in the stands and saw you standing next to her:

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the wrong person.

"Hey, they're looking over here!" Emiko says, and you turn your attention to the court, your eyes landing on your friends. She waves to Aone, and you give him a thumbs up with both hands as you smile, but your smile drops a little when you see Aone's face. Emiko can't tell, but you can see that something's wrong written on Aone's face.

^^^

"So, how's it going with Emiko, Aone? It's been like two weeks, and you haven't told me anything, and to say the least, I'm a little hurt."

"It's going," he responds, and you would've rolled your eyes at his statement, but there's an edge to his voice.

"What's wrong? I thought it was going good," you say, and he takes his phone out of his pocket, tapping the screen a few times before showing the phone to you. It's a text from Emiko.

"She broke it off?" you ask after reading it, and Aone grunts as he puts his phone back in his pocket. "Aw, I'm sorry, Aone. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." His words say one thing, but the look in his eyes says another as he looks at you. You're about to ask him about it when the bell rings. "I'll see you later." He walks away before you can get a word in, and you open your mouth to stop him but you close it soon after. You know that he sometimes hides his feelings, so you decide that you'll just talk to him about it later.

You turn to start walking to class when Emiko comes up next to you, walking with you. "Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I think Aone's taking it hard. Thanks for letting him down easy," you respond, and she stops walking, making you stop.

"I wanted to keep it going, but it's hard to steal a guy's heart when someone's already done it." You tilt your head in confusion at her words.

"Someone's stolen Aone's heart?" He didn't tell you. But why wouldn't he tell you?

"You don't know?" Emiko's words break you out of your thoughts, but they make you more confused. She looks at you for a little bit before she chuckles. "Tell me how it goes." Then she starts to walk away, confusion the only thing filling your mind as you blink dumbly. What is she talking about?

You wait for Aone to walk out of the gym, and when his brown eyes land on you, they widen in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Walking you home, duh." You grab his wrist, pulling him away as you start your walk home. "If the whole thing with Emiko is bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?" He doesn't respond, and Emiko's words are floating around in your head, but you push them away. You don't press the issue any further, hoping that Aone will come to you, but you can help but admit that the silence between you two is almost deafening. The only sounds that come from either of you are the occasional scrapes of your shoes on the pavement.

When you get to his house, you keep walking up to his doorstep, and when you turn around, he's still standing on the sidewalk. "I'm trying to cheer you up, so come on." You walk towards him, pulling him towards the door.

"How about a dance party? I mean it'll just be the two of us, but I think it could work," you start when you get into the house, and Aone sits on the couch, and you look at him. "I'll start, and you can join in whenever you feel like. You have a sound system, don't you?"

You take your phone out, hooking up to the aux cord, and you start to look through your playlists until you scroll to your favorite one. You play the music, turning it up a little before putting your phone down and facing Aone.

"Actually, you might be tired from practice, so I'll dance and you tell me if you're starting to feel any better." You start dancing, and you really can't be afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of him. You always feel comfortable around him, making your insecurities disappear.

As your dancing, Aone finally realizes what his dilemma was about at the game. Seeing you in the stands made all those feelings he's been harboring for you come out without him even noticing. The feelings that he's been trying to get rid of ever since he met you. A smile comes to his face as you dance around in his living room.

The feelings that tell that he should've been pointing at you from the start.

When open your eyes, trying to see if Aone looks at least a little better, you see that he's pointing at you. "What are you doing?" you ask as you pause the music.

"You."

"Me what?" You're confused again, and you decide that you're tired of being confused. Aone stands up, walking towards you.

"I didn't like Emiko." You look up at him, his words not clarifying anything. "Because," he pauses and you notice his face starting to turn red. "You had already taken my heart."

You gasp at his words and suddenly, Emiko's words make sense. "What?" you respond softly, your brain not a functioning power.

"I like you, not Emiko." He takes a cautious step closer to you, and you don't move away.

"You like me?" you can't help but ask even though he just told you that. He nods firmly, and you can't help the shy smile that appears on your face. "I like you too," and saying those words out loud, you feel a huge weight fall off your shoulders. He returns the smile, and he takes a huge breath for confidence, and he starts to lean down towards you.

When you don't move away, the wariness in his movements leaves. When his lips land on yours, it feels like your body explodes, your heart pounding in your chest. He pulls away, and the kiss was too short for your liking and Aone's. His face is crimson as he looks at you, and you grab his hand, struggling to stop the smile on your face.

"Do you feel better?" and you decide that this is the biggest you've ever seen Aone smile.

"Much."

A/N: I literally almost started crying writing the end

[blossom-hwa]

fashion major!kevin

ANYWAY THERE WAS LIKE ONE PERSON WHO CALLED FOR A FASHION MAJOR KEVIN SPINOFF OF THE COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON AU I JUST POSTED (linked below) anyway! hope you enjoy, please reblog if you did, and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3

pairing: kevin x gender neutral!reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing

college model!juyeon

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kevin moon is known on campus for two things: 1. his bright personality literally everyone loves him and if you don’t you’re jealous of him like sorry not sorry i don’t make the rules you know i’m right and 2. his.... unorthodox fashion sense. like eric thought his snake patterned shit was weird as hell?? but there are weirder things in kevin’s closet i swear to you. anyway this unorthodox style is what got him accepted into the fashion program at the university and even though there are a few assholes who stick their noses up at kevin’s work the vast majority of people are cool w his outfits even if they personally wouldn’t wear them and kevin is v well-liked in his major and on campus in general bc he knows everyone and is nice and polite and really a v cool person to be around when he’s not being a fucking idiot

and on campus there are fashion shows a few times every semester to show off the fashion majors’ work, and let’s just say that this university if p well know for its fashion major so some famous people sometimes come along to these events so EVERY TIME a fashion show rolls around the fashion majors get nervous as FUCK and there’s a lot of speculation on who will get noticed and whatever and everyone is secretive about what they’re working on and just. everyone goes fucking haywire and kevin is always v happy when the stress winds down after a show

(no one knows it but kevin has gotten offers from several companies to work with them after he graduates. he hasn’t told anyone except a few friends like juyeon/jacob and his family)

anyway you are also a fashion major who secretly really admires kevin’s stuff?? like you just think he’s so daring and creative and all of his work is absolutely amazing even if it’s a little weird and honestly you don’t even feel overshadowed by his talent and hard work you just feel in awe that you can be in his presence at all. you’re p sure kevin has no idea who you are bc even though you have a lot of the same classes you’re always too shy to sit or work near him bc even though he seems so nice and approachable he’s also just.... god he’s so good

BUT THEN. one of your professors announces that for the next fashion show they’ll be modeling projects that he’s assigning right now. which is weird asf bc usually you’ll all take your best clothing and like fix it or tweak it for the next show, like sometimes people will make something completely from scratch but that’s nerve-wracking and not many people do it unless they’re in a real pinch but it gets even WEIRDER bc this is not a regularly scheduled fashion event?? it’s like a smaller event apparently that they’ve organized just for this project AND THE WEIRDNESS TAKES THE CAKE when your professor says that YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE MODELS. YOU ALL ARE GOING TO PICK SOMEONE IN THE CLASS TO MAKE CLOTHES FOR AND THEY WILL MODEL YOUR OUTFIT

and this SENDS EVERYONE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT??? bc oh god you can’t rely on the models you’ve been using all semester now??? and you have to make flattering clothes for someone you might not even know v well and it’s just. holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK

meanwhile you already know who you want to create for (/ahem kevin moon/) but you’re also chicken so like??? you’re just sitting in your seat looking over at him but not saying anything until your friend chanhee just pushes you out of your seat in kevin’s direction and is like GO ASK HIM BEFORE YOU LOSE THIS CHANCE and you’re like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CHANHEE but kevin’s noticed your movement and he’s looking over with a smile on his face and you’re like jfc i can’t do this but chanhee shoves you again and so you kinda smile (you really hope it looks like a smile) and your voice is LITERALLY shaking when you go over and ask if it would be ok to use him as a model for this assignment and he’s like.... oh my god yes

because what YOU don’t know is that kevin has been ogling your designs all year?? like he enjoys his own style and is comfortable in it but he loves your work as in LOVES IT. he thinks your designs are absolutely flawless and original and you combine styles so effortlessly that he just wants to look into your brain when you come up with ideas bc what the fuck?? you may have different styles but kevin knows how to admire art AND YOUR DESIGNS ARE ART. 

so you’re reeling a day later bc now you have kevin moon’s number and he has yours and he’s now texting you on when you think you’ll have the first preliminary designs ready and when you can meet up so you can get each other’s measurements and all that and when you eventually meet up your hands are shaking so much that you can barely take his measurements and kevin is screeching in his mind as well bc oh my god you’re going to model his clothes YOU’RE GOING TO MODEL HIS CLOTHES

most people are again being secretive about their designs and even though someone in their class is modeling for them this time so there’s a bit less secrecy they’re still working alone so you get a shock when kevin asks if you want to coordinate your outfits. like work on designs together and maybe make something that matches a little though ofc retaining your own styles and you just shriek when you get the text and poor childhood best friend younghoon spills his coffee (you have been friends since basically birth and there are no romantic feelings whatsoever ok it’s strictly platonic like you watched younghoon vomit after eating too much bread when you were like 10 and he watched you get tangled up in a soccer net when you were 13 there are no romantic feelings stemming from any of that)

needless to say you reply yes yes ye sYES and kevin is grinning so wide on the other end that juyeon wonders if he’s gone slightly insane (which he has but we’re not gonna dwell on that) and both of you show up to the work rooms nervous as all hell (i’m not a fashion major i have no fashion sense i still think t-shirts/leggings are the way to go so idk how any of this works do not sue me) but kevin has a natural ability to defuse any tension in the room so within minutes you’re comfortable and laughing with him and wondering why you were so scared to approach him before and THEN YOU’RE REMINDED WHY when he shows you his design for you because... oh god.... it’s unbelievable. like it has a distinctly kevin feel to it but he’s clearly been paying attention to what you wear and what you design because it’s something you would like to wear and something you even think you could look good in. holy shit

and you just blurt out like kevin what the fuck this is so good did you like stalk my designs or some shit?? and you mean it as a joke ofc but kevin just goes beet red and mumbles something about how he really likes your work and how it’s so sharply elegant but also insanely creative and you’re just. open-mouthed like. dude i’m in love with your work too oh my god i’m gonna cry my fashion idol just said he likes my designs i’m gonna screaM

kevin stops you from screaming though even though he also feels like he’s gonna scream and this is the start of a very productive partnership between the two of you like most of the fashion majors are friendly despite the competition but you and kevin are on a whole other level?? and you start hanging out more and more often even when you’ve finished designing and are actually sewing (you ask him if this part can be secret bc you want to add a few things as a surprise - he ofc says yes and winks and tells you he has things he wants to add too which just makes you want to scream out of excitement)

and it’s a week before fashion show day and you and kevin are finished with putting together the designs and you’re excited as all hell and kevin is literally about to burst from his own skin and you insist that he goes first and when he pulls the outfit from the bag you’re just. in absolute awe. the colors match the design you made, it looks like it’ll fit, and even though it screams kevin moon it also has a distinct vibe from your own fashion style and you just yell KEVIN MOON YOU GENIUS as you snatch it from him and go change

(you don’t know obviously but kevin is blushing like a tomato while waiting for you to finish changing)

it fits almost perfectly, kevin marks a few places to fix and is debating whether or not to compliment you bc??? that sounds like he’s complimenting his own work and that’s egocentric as hell but then you say something like does it look fine and he just blurts out more than fine. you look great

AND YOU’RE SO FLUSTERED THAT YOU ALL BUT THROW YOUR OWN BAG AT KEVIN and are like GO CHANGE 

so he takes out the clothes and goes silent and you’re like.... oh my god does he hate it i mean we worked on the designs together and he said he liked it then but what if he changed his mind but then he looks at you and his eyes are sparkling and he’s like y/n this is perfect. literally perfect and he rushes to go get changed and when he comes out your eyes are bugging out of your head bc holy hell you pictured kevin in these clothes obviously since they were made for him but he looks so much better than you ever imagined

and then you blurt out something like holy shit you look beautiful

and kevin blushes again

anyway you both take your measurements and run out and then the day of the fashion show rolls around and both of you are freaking out backstage but the instant you two go on it’s like you both are literal gods bc you feel so confident in each other’s clothing and the crowd can feel it THEY CAN FUCKING FEEL IT and they go nuts when you two walk out!!! and even though it isn’t like a huge major fashion show, it’s just for this one project that your professors cooked up, you and kevin are both beaming like the sun when it’s over despite the fact that it wasn’t an important event bc holy shit you two had fun and everyone’s complimenting your clothing and it’s great it’s just great

finally all the chaos is over and the clothes have been put away and the makeup removed and you and kevin are now standing outside the venue in a kind of stunned silence that all of it’s over. it’s all over. and then you suddenly thrust out the clothes you made that kevin wore and tell him to keep it. it’s a present. and kevin takes it but he also forces you to take the outfit he made for you. and then there’s silence again

but if there’s anything you’ve gained over the past few weeks it’s a bit of courage. courage that let you talk to kevin, courage that let you design clothes for him, courage that let you become friends (and maybe something more) with him. you’ve also learned that kevin is a massive dork and a lovely human being and you’d really love to at least stay in contact so in that the moment you smile and say ‘if i asked you on a date, would you wear that outfit?’

poor kevin looks like he’s about to have a fucking aneurysm and you start to lose confidence but then he’s nodding like there’s no tomorrow like yes ye sYE S OH MY GOD YE S and omg you now have a boyfriend whom you like very very much and kevin has a partner whom he likes very very much

you two may not be a pda couple but you ARE that couple that matches every outfit they wear, you make jewelry and accessories for each other and also make each other clothes every so often. everyone is jealous of your combined fashion sense bc even though the outfits might look outrageous, you two both manage to pull them off and look fabulous at it, but also they can’t even be that jealous bc you two are the sweetest couple and are absolutely lovely 

both of you do wear the outfits you made for that show on your first date which is to like a musical or smth bc theatre kid kevin is something you can pry out of my cold dead hands and everyone’s staring but you two are in your own little world and it’s amazing

kevin admits at one point that he was afraid to ask you out bc he thought younghoon was your boyfriend and you just snort and tell him everything stupid younghoon’s done and by the end younghoon is done with you, kevin is about to vomit he’s laughing so hard, and you are smirking like no tomorrow

for the end of year fashion show you and kevin fix up and accessorize the outfits you two made for the show that brought you two together and there is absolutely no surprise that several different fashion companies scout both of you (and a couple modeling agencies too since you and kevin decided to model your own clothing again - younghoon whines that you’ve replaced him but you shut him up with chocolate bread)

kevin’s a sucker for romance (you CANNOT tell me this isn't true) so your first kiss is on the roof of the fashion building at sunset when kevin does the cheesy thing where he says you look more beautiful the view and you almost slap him but you’re laughing so hard and kevin’s cackling and somehow it turns into a kiss

you are a dork and kevin is even more of a dork and it just works out beautifully bc you’re so absolutely in love that it makes people fake vomit from the sides (looking at chanhee right here) but it’s also really sweet in that you two trust each other completely and would do absolutely anything for the other except murder. kevin made that v clear but really only bc blood would stain his clothing and he doesn’t need that. you agree wholeheartedly (younghoon/juyeon are looking from the sides like what the fuck is this couple do they need help and you two are like just go away and let us be the weird couple we are ok). the conversation ends in a v soft v sweet kiss and just. ik i said it with juyeon but kevin moon is also best bf ever ok you cannot convince me otherwise. 

and that’s how it goes :)

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for this weird-ass couple)

[wanna1things]

Soulmate!Park Jihoon

my laptop broke the first two times i tried to post this please appreciate

Genre;; fluff + uhh college!au,, fashion designer!au uh soulmate!au obviously

Warnings;; theres a bit of self-deprecation here and mentions of like low self esteem ??

Pairing;; Park Jihoon x reader

Requested;; nooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Soulmate AU Type;; when you and your soulmate touch, you both feel sparks until you get together lol its a v simple one this time

Summary;; You met Park Jihoon in the first year of college. Since then you’ve always felt a spark, but you haven’t yet felt the spark you really want...

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1785

Also in this series;; Daniel | Woojin | Jinyoung | Minhyun

I’m posting this as a thank you for 100 followers (i think its 115 now??) and also because i am bored… i’ve had my ribena it’s time to WRITE also excuse me?? i love jihoons fashion sense. give me that boy in a beret any day i’ll take it. this was written when i was in a bit of a slump so if it’s bad i’m so sorry but ill do the requests ASSSSSSSSSSSSAP

your parents told you about the ‘sparks’ thing when you were really young

you used to dream that you’d meet a real life prince and touch his hand and then you’d feel the sparks and you really like romanticised that as a kid lol

all the way through your life your friends were finding their soulmates, some even in kindergarten lol

but you never seemed to have much luck and your mum always joked that you were still waiting for that prince to come along

you decided that really soulmates weren’t the most important thing in life and although it would be nice to meet yours;; you’d rather explore other passions

so you took up designing fashion

your school offered design and technology courses so you took a couple and realised it was something you really enjoyed

you were always the best at being able to make old clothes into something new fresh and wonderful

when you got accepted into the best fashion college in the country you almost had a heart attack

your mum read out your acceptance letter while you were on the toilet lmaooooo

but really you never really thought you had that much talent with designing

but your acceptance letter seemed to suggest that the college really liked your mood boards and your way of styling

on the first day of college you walked into the hall expecting it to be like;; a normal lecture hall

but everyone was already in groups around these mannequins

you had a TEAMBUILDING EXERCISE

kill me now

you moved into the group you were told to go into and introduced yourself as brightly as you could

“hello! I’m y/n haha”

the others responded with their names and they shook your hand quickly

except for one kid who seemed to not be that;; interested in your presence

he mumbled a “park jihoon” and went back to working with the materials

you watched as he went to work cutting the fabrics and you tried to decide what you wanted to do with the old piece of clothing on the mannequin

the prompt on the whiteboard simply read ‘uplift me!’ so it was pretty vague;;

you suggested bright colours like yellows or pastels to be uplifting

the jihoon guy turned up his nose a bit at this

“no, y/n i think we should use sequins or metallics. they are more eye catching, which might be what they mean by uplifting”

the other group members were a bit like lmao what just happened

“did jihoon just talk to you?? he hasn’t spoken to any of us no matter what we say what’s your secret??”

honestly you thought he was angry and that’s why he spoke to you like that lol

but in jihoon’s head he was mentally kicking himself like this girl is the only one in the room whose fashion style is my taste;; and i make her hate me lmao gr8 job m8

but really he just appreciated that you put a viable idea forward and he wanted to have an,, intellectual conversation with you but he ended up scaring you off more than anything

you continue to work on the piece as a group and you settle on using gold because;; it’s kind of bright like what you want and it’s the metallic that jihoon wanted

when the professor comes around and looks at yours he immediately can tell you two did all the work and you two are like?? How did you know

and the professor is just like ya guys i looked at your mood boards. i know your styles

but he puts you and jihoon together as a pair so you can work together on future projects because your styles match super well and then ON GOES THE LECTURE

a few months into college you start doing placements in a shop where you design and put together outfits for the customers

you and jihoon are put against each other for like the first time and you each have to try and please as many customers as you can

the briefs they give are literally like;; two words usually “i want a skirt to match these shoes” or something

and you have to learn to infer their style from what they’re already wearing it’s v difficult;;

but you and jihoon manage to please the exact same number of clients… and you do each client you get pretty much perfectly

from that moment onwards you and jihoon are known as the fashion power couple, even though you aren’t actually a couple in fact you’ve never seen each other outside of class

that is until jihoon invites you to go to a coffee shop for lunch during the break between your classes and your placement

after yall get your food and your drinks you sit down in a booth and just sigh and relax a bit

jihoon says out of nowhere

“i’m sorry if i scared you at first i was just really surprised to find someone with the same style as me lol”

he’s blushing a lot and its?? really cute i mean you knew park jihoon was cute from the very first moment you saw him but the light blush across his cheeks makes him look 250% more adorable

“don’t worry i’m not even remotely scared of you! i’m really happy we are friends”

wait

jihoon did not realise he was your friend oh my god this makes him happy he thought he was just an acquaintance

don’t tell anyone but he’s highkey been crushing on you since the first day you met and did that fancy ass styling

i mean you have a crush on him too but you two have literally… never hung out like… can’t act upon this

you are just enjoying your tea and your croissant when you notice jihoon has a paper cut on his hand

“hey jihoon i know how to cure paper cuts super quick all you have to do is-”

you lean over the table to grab his hand and demonstrate what to do when he flinches and snatches his hand away

I mean you’re a bit hurt but like… you just continue with what you were saying to not make it awkward

“ahh… um… my mum said you can put superglue on it to make it heal haha”

jihoon smiles back sheepishly and keeps drinking his drink

he’s mentally kicking himself that he pulled his hand away but

honestly he really likes you and he doesn’t want to face that you probably won’t be his soulmate so;; he did that

but when he sees the sad look on your face it’s like ah INSTANT REGRET

when you go back to classes the next day your professor reveals that your whole class is entering a worldwide fashion contest

all the top fashion colleges around the world enter their top classes

you and jihoon look at each other and you’re so ready to partner up and get that first place position

but your professor then reveals

that you enter alone and teams aren’t allowed

rip fashion power couple you are really up against each other now

honestly you really want to win this to prove yourself

you don’t feel like your style is as refined as like jihoon’s or some of your other classmates

and it makes you feel kinda;; down

but you feel like if you win this then you’ve proven to yourself that you do have a style and it is worth you being at that college

because sometimes you think that you might just be surviving because jihoon is helping you and working with you??

but anyway

your brief is similar to the original brief you had on the first day of college except this one you style using pre existing pieces and one piece you can make yourself

the exact brief is like;;

“something uplifting, can put a smile on someone’s face. classic, but fresh.”

you decide almost straight away to use jihoons idea of gold from the first day because it does work

it’s classic, it can put a smile on someone’s face and if it’s styled the right way it can be fresh and uplifting too

little do you know jihoon has a similar idea

you decide to thrift a second hand wedding ring and you add some gold details to it as your item because;; it’s subtle and more classic idk??

on the day of the competition you and jihoon are getting ready backstage because;; you’re your own model lol

you go on the catwalk consecutively because it goes in order of school

just before you step out to go on stage jihoon pats your back and whispers a ‘good luck’ in your ear

you swear to god that you just felt the sparks

you look up at jihoon but he doesn’t seem to react so you brush it off as just being nerves

but inside both you and jihoon are mentally screaming

like omg the person i’ve liked for like ages is my soulmate bYE

anyway

the catwalk for both you and jihoon goes really smoothly, both of you have chosen similar styles and both of you are using gold

as you’re waiting backstage for your results your professor approaches you and sighs

“i notice that jihoon’s style has influenced yours and that you’ve influenced jihoon’s style recently…”

honestly you look up at your professor like lmao whAT do you MEAN???

“my dear, it’s young love”

you can literally feel the heat burning up your cheeks as jihoon appears behind you and your professor

before you know it the results are being announced

the special mention prize goes to a girl from a Milan school of fashion which is like super surprising because they usually get first

as the host starts to announce the winner they get a message through their earpiece which makes them frown and the whole arena is just like ok whats going on

“i’m receiving word that two people have received the exact same scores from the judges and the audience which has… never been seen before. we have two winners.”

something inside your heart really hopes it is you and jihoon lol

“this year’s winners are y/n y/l/n and Park Jihoon!”

your heart was right

you immediately turn to jihoon and embrace him in the tightest hug ever

and he leans down to press his lips against yours

you can feel the sparks flying all over your body

but you really couldn’t care less you’re so happy

not only did you win

but you found your soulmate

you found your prince

and the fashion power couple is REAL

i;; i;;; need to sleep goodnigh t enj oy thank you for the love