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Lee Dong Heon (VERIVERY) Relationship Role Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Relationship Role

Questions:

Friend

Boyfriend

Lover

Husband

One-Night-Stand

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Dong Heon

Stage Name: Dongheon

Group: VERIVERY

DOB: 04.08.1995

Sun Sign: Leo

Chinese Sign: Wood Pig

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: VERIVERY

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Reading done: 26/03/2022

Lee Dong Heon

(Dongheon - VERIVERY)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Relationship Role

Friend - 0 The Fool, XV The Devil

Dongheon is a little mischievous friend. He’s likely to tease and manipulate his friends often, pull pranks on them and encourage them to misbehave and take risks. He’s likely popular but somewhat his presence always means that troubles are about to happen.

Boyfriend - 9 of Pentacles, 9 of Cups

While dating Dongheon is likely to be generous with his time, money and affection. He’s likely to spoil his significant other with gifts, meals and activities. Dongheon is likely to be an attentive and cheerful boyfriend, always responding to any SOS call.

Lover - 3 of Cups, Queen of Swords

Lover Dongheon is a bit of an ice queen. He likes to be seduced in a sophisticated way. He won’t warm up to blunt and ordinary flattering, he demands his lover to try hard for his attention. Once the icy armour melts down, Dongheon becomes the most loving and responsive man alive. He’s likely very vocal and if handled right, he will turn into a puddle by his lover’s feet.

Husband - IX The Hermit, Page of Cups

Dongheon might not feel like a husband material as of now. He hasn’t matured to this level just yet. It’s likely he would find the marriage boring and way too oppressive for his free spirit. If for some reason he would be forced to get married now, he would likely insist on independent lives with his spouse to a certain degree.

One-Night-Stand - 8 of Swords, 8 of Cups

Dongheon is unlikely to enjoy the benefits of short-term affairs. He’s simply not interested enough, they seem way too shallow for his taste. Dongheon might be a little devil but he’s a complex and sophisticated devil and one night stands seem way too ordinary for his taste. He might try it once just to tick it off from his bucket list but it’s unlikely for him to repeat it.

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TRAVELING WITH VERIVERY

genre. fluff. headcanons. warnings. uhh planes. security checks (ew). food mentioned in almost all of them. not proofread. pairing. verivery x reader. wc. 500 or smth. request. no. a/n. idk randomly watching verivery vlogs and kangmin happened to look very boyfriend while on the plane so here we go (love traveling sm btw traveling is my bae) also who can tell i have a soft spot for yongseung...

LEE DONGHEON ﾐ 이동헌

way too chaotic while travelling because of the adrenaline of being on vacation

wants to buy all the souvenirs from shops— hats, stuffed animals, shirts, mugs, everything

you have to persuade him to not buy an extra suitcase and check it just to get more stuff cause he would

guards your luggage like his life depends on it whenever you go to use the bathroom or get food

BAE HOYOUNG ﾐ 배호영

most practical while travelling, he likes to be efficient 

super organised during security checks, manages to sort all your electronics, jackets, and shoes into different bins at the speed of light

super into the views from the plane and likes to take pretty pictures or timelapses of the clouds 

relays announcements to you if you were sleeping or had trouble hearing

HONG MINCHAN ﾐ 홍민찬

neck pillow connoisseur he probably packs way more than he needs just in case and buys a new one at the airport cause of the fun designs

always buying the most random trinkets just cause they’re funny

overly gentlemanly when you’re boarding; stores your luggage and ushers you to the window seat while calling you “milady” 

reenacts the safety instructions that the flight attendants do with silly faces to make you laugh

JO GYEHYEON ﾐ 조계현

honestly sleeps wherever he can, both on the plane and while waiting to board

doesn’t like to get separated from you so he’d most likely follow you if you wanted to walk around or shop even if he isn’t too interested

makes travel playlists and shares his airpods with you so that you’ll both remember the trip through songs

gives you commentary on whatever movie he’s watching, complaining about annoying characters or plot-holes

JU YEONHO ﾐ 주연호

master of the comfort airport fashion so he can sleep on the plane, but also have a million pockets in case you need him to carry anything 

is serious about ordering food and will take his time to pick the best options

100% gets lost at least once while window shopping

he loses where you are and is left wandering around the terminal forever trying to find you again

KIM YONGSEUNG ﾐ 김용승

uses your shoulder as his pillow instead of the other way around (he's the princess around here)

will write on his phone or in a notebook to communicate with you to get over the noise of the jet— he doesn’t like to raise his voice much :(

never gets lost in airports and always keeps track of the passports, tickets, gate number, etc

will store your luggage for you so you don’t have to lift the heavy suitcase

YOO KANGMIN ﾐ 유강민

let’s you rest your head on his shoulder

picks the same movie as you and times the start of them so it can sync up between both of your screens and you can watch together

plays with any jewelry you have on your hands/wrist while you sleep

orders food for you so you can sleep longer and will share his food with you if you want :(

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iPunk Chapter 1: A Kpop Cyberpunk AU

a/n: surprise release because I couldn't get it off my mind. Do you want more? Do you care about what happens next? Let me know, please! Comments, asks, DMs, anything!

The character of Gray is very personal to me. They're very heavily based on myself, and their struggles (which will be seen later, if I do more), are also based on things I have struggled and am struggling with.

“Are you there again? You spend too much money there.” I chuckled. “They like me here. And anyway, I’m friends with some of the bartenders. They cut me a deal.”

“Yeah...” Yujin sounded a little worried about me. She always did, really. “Just take care of yourself, alright? I know how hard you’re working.” I glanced down at the digital screen in front of me, which was littered with documents. Yeah, I did sometimes take my work with me to the club. Maybe it was strange, but I found myself having an easier time focusing there sometimes. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was something else.

“I’m okay,” I said gently. “I promise. I’ll be home late tonight, but it’ll be okay.”

Choi Yujin was my roommate. She was gentle and sweet and funny, and she definitely worried about me too much. We had been friends since we met. We were an odd pair--me, a reporter and writer with dreams of doing something that mattered, and her, an unassuming accountant who worked for a small organization that did what it could to protect what nature was left in this city. But we got along well. And we looked out for each other.

She sighed. “Okay. Just... be safe, alright? If something happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” I laughed. “You’d find a new roommate. I’ll talk to you later, Yujin, alright?” I could hear her trying to hide her smile. “Alright, Gray.”

Gray wasn’t the name I was born with, but it was the name I had taken later in my life. One of the nice things about this city was that it didn’t care about you. It didn’t judge you. No one cared who you were with, who you loved, or what you called yourself. I was an adult now, but I was still figuring out a lot of those things about myself. And I liked the name Gray. It felt like it fit me in a way my birth name never had.

I hung up the call and turned back to the bartender. He was smiling at me. “Yujin doing okay?” Dongheon was one of the bartenders that I was friendly with. He was handsome in a soft way, and he was infinitely more thoughtful than most of the other people I was used to interacting with. He had that in common with Yujin.

“She’s fine,” I said, sipping the drink he had just put in front of me. “Just worried, as usual.” I glanced at the drink. “Are you sure I can have this? Seems a little more expensive than what I can--”

Dongheon waved a hand. “You know you don’t need to worry about that. How’s the story going?” I looked down at the digital documents. “Well. Things have been better. They just keep heaping me with pointless work. I want to tell a story that matters.” Dongheon finished making another drink and expertly slid it to another patron. “You will. I know you will. Just hang in there.” He paused. “Oh, and Yujin’s right. You need to take care of yourself. There’s some dangerous people out there.” “I know,” I said. “I’m one of them.”

Dongheon rolled his eyes and walked to the other end of the bar to keep doing his job.

Truthfully, his reaction was correct. I wasn’t dangerous at all. I barely had any cybernetic enhancements at all, and the only weapon I ever carried was a knife or a handgun. Neither of which I had much experience with. I let my talking get me out of trouble. Or, in some cases, into trouble.

Here, though, I felt safe. The Petal was an interesting place. Part bar, part nightclub, part hangout for the BDSM scene, it was the home of some of the most skilled dominatrixes in the city. I had to admit that I took part in their sessions when I could get the money together, but for the most part, I came here because I felt at home.

Argos City was a place comprised of every imaginable type of person, but it was places like this that I felt most comfortable. I did a lot of my writing here. I did a lot of things here--some of them people--and it suited me just fine.

It also helped that I was friends with one of the dominatrixes.

If you had told me that Yeh Shuhua was going to become one of the most skilled BDSM practitioners in the city, I would have never believed you. But she had. And not only that, but she had found five other friends just like her, and truly made a name for herself. I knew they did more than just high class dominant sex work as well. They were deadly--dangerous, highly trained, and entwined with the criminal underworld. But I also knew that they did everything they could to protect the weak and the vulnerable, especially women who were in danger of being taken advantage of.

Like I said, Argos City didn’t judge you. But it sure as hell didn’t care about you either.

“Gray!” A loud voice interrupted my thoughts and I turned to see Shuhua sliding into the bar stool next to me. Usually, they didn’t come and mingle with the regular patrons. You had to pay to enjoy their presence. But Shuhua liked making appearances, and she liked talking to me. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.” “I’m here every night,” I said with a small smile. “That’s why I’m so poor.” She laughed. As always, she looked stunning. Porcelain skin, bright red lips, and perfectly curled black hair. She bore plenty of cybernetic enhancements, but they were of the high-class kind. The kind that couldn’t be seen unless she wanted you to see them. To most of the world, she just looked like a pale-skinned goddess.

“You,” she said, fixing my collar, “look quite handsome. Trying to catch someone’s eye tonight?” I glanced around. “No one particular.” Shuhua winked. “Shame. I bet you’d have a good shot if you did.” I rolled my eyes. “If that’s your sales pitch...” She pressed a finger to my nose and grinned. “You couldn’t handle my sales pitch.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure.” “I’ve seen you in a session with Soyeon, I know all of your--” “Okay!” I said loudly, cutting her off. Just because it was her job didn’t mean I enjoyed the idea of her openly discussing my sexual activities with one (or more) of her friends. “I get it!”

Shuhua giggled. “Someone’s embarrassed.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Was there something you wanted?”

Suddenly she looked a bit more serious. “Well... actually, yes. The other girls wanted to talk to you. There’s something going on that you need to know about.” I looked her sharply. “They want to talk to me?” The Flowers of the Petal, which was what the six (now five) girls were called, rarely talked to patrons. Even ones who were friends of some of them. It was to be something serious.

“It’s better if they explain it,” said Shuhua. “Do you have time?” I drained my drink and glanced at Dongheon. He shrugged and mouthed the words good luck. “I guess so,” I said. “Yujin might be worried but...” “You can tell her later,” said Shuhua, reaching out and taking my hand. “Come with me.”

---

Argos City was a dangerous place. Money was the only language that everyone understood, and the people here would do anything for it. Crime was rampant. Gangs controlled most of the city. And the so-called government and law enforcement were almost wholly corrupt.

As a reporter, I was typically left to cover social events and whatever else the public cared most about. But sometimes, when I had extra time, I tried to write stories that I thought actually mattered. It was a long, slow process, but I had managed a number of stories throughout my time as a writer that I thought had made a difference. But making a difference wasn’t easy in a place like this.

I tried to keep The Petal out of my writing as much as possible. Yes, I knew the Flowers (Soyeon, Miyeon, Minnie, Yuqi, Shuhua, and at one point, Soojin) were technically engaging in criminal activities, but I didn’t see their raids on corporations and other gangs as something that needed to be stopped. They offered people a place to be themselves. They kept at-risk women and other vulnerable people safe. And if they got rich doing it? Well, who I was to care?

Shuhua led me up some backstairs, past a bouncer who had clearly received heavy modifications to his arms and his eyes. Typical security stuff. I had considered it in the past, if only to give me an advantage in my line of work, but I had never gone through with it. Things like that cost money. Most of the heavily modified people in Argos City were either rich or their enhancements were being bankrolled by a corporation.

“Here,” Shuhua said, ushering me toward an elaborate dark door. I had never been in this part of The Petal. The decor was modern, but tasteful. Nothing too extreme. Lots of blacks and white and sharp angles. I wasn’t surprised. “They’re waiting for you.”

I felt nervous. First of all, each of the women were infinitely more powerful than me, both physically and otherwise. If they wanted to, any of them could kill me in a second. Not that they had any reason too... but I had heard rumors about just how deadly they could be. If possible, I wanted to avoid getting anywhere near that sort of thing.

I stepped inside to see the other four women all seated around a jet-black table in the center of the room, looking at me with interest. I swallowed. They had all seen me before, but usually in varying states of submission and nakedness. Which was great, normally. Except now, they all looked very serious. Stony, even.

And gorgeous, as usual.

“Have a seat,” said Minnie. “We need to talk.”

I pulled out one of the seats and sat down without speaking. Yuqi looked at me covered her mouth to hide a smile. “You look nervous? Are you nervous?” I tried to grin back. “When the five most powerful women in this part of Argos say they want to see you...” Yuqi winked. “Would it help if I tied you up?” I blushed a little but didn’t say anything. Miyeon poked Yuqi. “We should tell them what’s going on,” Miyeon said gently. Yuqi pouted at her fun being taken away, but she didn’t say anything further.

Finally, Soyeon spoke. She was ultimately the one I was most familiar with, aside from Shuhua. I had experienced the most sessions with Soyeon. I liked her style, the way she did things, the way she talked to me. She seemed to understand my innermost desires, even before I said them. She was thoughtful and caring--and utterly domineering, when she needed to be.

“Gray, I won’t lie. It’s not good,” she said.

I looked at her with concern. “What... what does that mean?” Soyeon appeared to collect her thoughts before speaking again. “Shuhua told us about what you were investigating. The ties between certain street gangs and certain corporations. The things everyone knows exists but hasn’t proved yet. And as it turns out, we’ve been at war with one of those corporations for awhile now.”

I didn’t understand the problem. “So?”

“So on our last raid, we discovered something,” said Soyeon. “They know what you’re doing. And they think you’re working with us.” “What?” I looked back and forth between the women. “That doesn’t make any sense. I’m just a reporter. I don’t work with anyone.” Shuhua nodded. “Yeah. But you’re friends with me. And you spend a lot of time here. You could see where they might get the idea.”

Ah. That made more sense. And the extent of the danger was only beginning to form in my mind. “Which corporation?” Maybe it was one of the less awful ones. But if the Flowers were stealing from them... then that probably wasn’t the case.

“Hampton Cybersystems,” Soyeon said grimly.

“Oh.”

Shuhua gave my hand a squeeze. “But we’re not going to let them just go after you. If they think you’re already working with us, then we’re going to keep you safe.”

I felt a little unsteady. Hampton Cybersystems was known for sheer ruthlessness and an overall uncaring attitude towards individuals. If there was someone who was acting as an inconvenience to them, they wouldn’t hesitate to immediately kill the person.

“What do I do?” I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

Miyeon spoke calmly, as she always did. “We’ll keep you out of danger. You don’t need to worry.” “I’m not worried about me,” I said slowly. “I’m worried about Yujin. If they’re following me, they know where I live. And they know I live with her.”

The women all looked at each other. I was surprised that Soyeon hadn’t thought of that. Or that Shuhua hadn’t said something. But it was possible that they were so focused on me and our connection that they hadn’t extended their planning to Yujin.

“We have to do something,” Minnie said, breaking the silence. “They’re right. If we don’t protect Yujin too, we’re no better than Hampton.” She looked to me. “Is there anyone else?” I shook my head. Most of my friends spent their time at The Petal. Yujin was the only person I lived with for any extended period of time.

“Okay,” said Soyeon, glancing at a datapad on the table in front of her. “You stay here with us. Minnie, Miyeon, go get Yujin.” “She won’t go with you if I’m not there,” I said. “She won’t trust you. I need to be there.”

Soyeon shook her head. “Absolutely not. No offense, but you’re...” She was clearly looking for a nice way to tell me that I would get my ass kicked. “You’re not like us. You stay with us.”

I wanted to argue, but I realized that she was probably right. If I went, I would just slow them down. I could simply text Yujin and let her know that she needed to go with Minnie and Miyeon. At least then she would know what to expect.

I was about to open my mouth to agree with what Soyeon had said, when the world around us exploded.

At first, I wasn’t sure what had even happened. The noise, the heat, and the shockwave were so all-encompassing that I was knocked out of chair and thrown to the ground. Part of me though that I had blacked out, but then I realized that I could still hear the sounds of voices around. It took me a moment to realize it was Soyeon shouting out directions to the other women.

I shook my head to clear it and wiped soot from my face. It was only when I pulled my hand away that I saw that I was bleeding. I must have struck my head when I hit the ground.

I coughed and felt a gentle hand on my arm. I looked up to see Miyeon crouching next to me. There was a smear of black on her face, but she still somehow look as ethereal as angel, even with all the chaos unfolding around us. “We have to go,” she said urgently, her face close to my ear. “Can you stand?” I took her hand and staggered to my feet. Beneath us, I could hear the sound of screaming and gunfire. The Petal was under attack. Who would be stupid enough? Who had that big of a death wish? The answer was obvious. Hampton Cybersystems. Either them or one of the gangs they were working alongside.

“I’m okay,” I said, coughing from the smoke that was now filling the air. Miyeon didn’t seem to be struggling at all. I wondered if she had her lungs enhanced. I could see that her eyes were glowing slightly in the smoke, and I knew that she was utilizing some form of cybernetic vision to see through the haze.

“We have to go downstairs,” she said. “Stay with me. We’re going to get Yujin.”

I didn’t ask why they had changed their minds. I assumed it was because they needed all hands on deck to protect The Petal. I just nodded and tried to wipe my now burning eyes.

“Stay close,” said Miyeon. “Let’s go.” I glanced back at Shuhua, who had drawn a weapon at some point and was now crouched and ready for whatever came next. “We’ll cover the rest of the building until you’re gone,” she said. “Go for the emergency exit! Take them to the safe house when you’re done!” Miyeon just nodded, then grabbed my arm and began to lead me forward. I followed without saying anything. What was there to say? We were about to head into a firefight and my head was still ringing from the force of the blast. The only thing that was keeping me on my feet was the realization that if they had done this to get to me, they could be doing the same thing to Yujin right now. We had to get to her as soon as possible, or who knew what could happen?

I felt like the world was moving at lightspeed. How had this happened? It felt like it had only been minutes ago that I had been sipping a drink and contemplating flirting with Dongheon.

Oh, hell.

Dongheon... was he safe? If he had gotten hurt because of me, I would never forgive myself. It didn’t matter if he knew the risks. The attack had happened because I couldn’t keep my nose out of where it didn’t belong.

Miyeon seemed to sense what I was thinking as we hit the emergency staircase. She gave my hand another gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be okay,” she said softly.

And for some reason, for a moment, I really did believe her.

Until she kicked open the door to the emergency stairwell, only to be greeted by three armed men in full black combat suits, each heavily armed and visibly modified.

“Get behind me,” Miyeon said. “And stay down.”

She didn’t have a weapon. She looked like she was maybe half the size of the men. I could still hear gunfire and screaming from below us. I scrambled backward, letting Miyeon take the lead. “We’ll be with Yujin soon,” Miyeon said calmly.

The combat suited men looked at each other, then at the small woman in front of them. They must have known what they were dealing with. Did they have any clue what was goisng to come next? Miyeon moved. And I realized that I had never understood how dangerous each of them really was. Not until now. Not until this very moment.

I pressed myself against the wall, and let her do what needed to be done.

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When You Pull Another Member’s Photocard ~ VERIVERY Reaction

Dongheon:

“This is ridiculous,” Dongheon huffed as he looked across and saw the photocard that you had just beside your album that was on your desk.

“It’s no big deal, it’s just a photocard,” you tried your best to reassure Dongheon, “these things are at random, no one knew who I would get.”

A groan came from Dongheon as he looked at the photo of Yeonho that you had. “Someone should’ve known that you should’ve gotten me.”

“Dongheon, you’re pouting,” you teased as you looked across at the expression on his face, “you’re not really this annoyed, are you?”

His head nodded in reply to you with a shrug, “do you expect me to be alright? My own partner has another member’s photocard, it’s not alright.”

“It’s not exactly on purpose,” you grinned.

“It needs to be swapped.”

You hummed in agreement back at Dongheon, “I’m sure we could swap it next time I visit you at the studio, you guys have got plenty.”

“I’ll take it now,” Dongheon suddenly encouraged, “I’ll go there right now and swap so that you can have mine straight away.”

“It’s midnight, tomorrow will do.”

Hoyoung:

“I refuse to accept this,” Hoyoung huffed as soon as he took a look through your album after you tried to hide it away from Hoyoung.

“Don’t get stroppy,” you warned him, knowing exactly what Hoyoung was like. “It’s just a photocard of Yongseung, it’s no big deal really.”

Hoyoung’s eyes widened, looking at you almost as if you were crazy. “It’s not just a photocard, it’s a photocard that isn’t of me Y/N, that’s the problem.”

“You’re still stroppy,” you continued to tease, “I’m sure if I get another album then I’ll be able to pull out your photocard instead.”

A sigh came from Hoyoung as he took a seat down beside you, “why would anyone want to stare at his ugly face more than they would mine, it’s crazy.”

“I didn’t ask to get this one,” you reminded him.

“You should’ve got mine.”

You nodded back across at Hoyoung, “if I had it my way, then I’d have gotten your photocard, but unfortunately I don’t get to.”

“At least I know that if you were given the choice, you’d choose mine,” Hoyoung grumbled, “but you still don’t actually have it.”

“If I buy enough, then I probably will.”

Minchan:

“This is a crime,” Minchan declared as he watched you pull out your photocard, only to be left disappointed when he saw Kangmin.

“They don’t know who they’re packing in each album,” you tried your best to remind Minchan, but he wasn’t having any of it.”

His head shook as he threw the photocard away from the two of you, “don’t even look at it, I don’t want you looking at anyone else’s photocard.”

“Why are you being so dramatic?” You teased, walking around the room and picking the photocard back up again to keep it safe.

Minchan’s wide eyes followed you around the room, “every single time I give you an album you never seen to get any of my photocards from them.”

“One day I probably will,” you smiled.

“Probably? That’s no good.”

You struggled to stop yourself laughing as Minchan despaired beside you, “I mean the chances are always one in seven Min.”

“From now on I’m going to make sure it’s one in one so that this never happens again,” Minchan assured you.”

“It’s just a photocard, relax a little.”

Hyehyeon:

“I had a feeling that this would happen,” Hyehyeon remarked as soon as he watched you open up your album and pull out a Dongheon photocard.

“What do you mean?” You quizzed, looking back with intrigue as Hyehyeon reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling something out.

You could only chuckle as he pulled out his photocard and handed it across to you. “I kept one back just in case you didn’t get mine in your album.

“Are you really that desperate to make sure that I have your photocard?” You joked, left unsurprised when Hyehyeon nodded.

He stretched his hand out until you took the photocard, “you don’t want to have a photo of Dongheon when you could have one of me instead Y/N.”

“It’s nice to have a different one,” you replied.

“Take that back now.”

Your laughter got louder as Hyehyeon glared across at you, “I don’t just support you, I support every member of the group Hyehyeon.”

“Alright,” he whispered, “but as long as deep down you like me, and my photocards more than you do the other guys.”

“Don’t worry, you’re my favourite.”

Yeonho:

“Just so you know, my photocard is better,” Yeonho told you as he watched you pull out the Hoyoung photocard that was in your album.

“Really?” You scoffed back across to Yeonho, placing the photocard down. “Is that really what you want to say to me when I’ve just got this?”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Yeonho, “I mean Hoyoung does look good, but my concept photos are much better than his are for this comeback.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you sighed, shaking your head, “but unfortunately I’ve not got your photocard this time around, I’ve got Hoyoung’s.”

He couldn’t bring himself to look as you picked the photocard up again, “I wish that you’d managed to get my photocard instead of another member’s.”

“I’ve got the real you” you teased.

“That was smooth Y/N.”

You nodded proudly in reply, “as great as Hoyoung’s photocard is, I think I’ll stick to being able to enjoy the real you first and foremost.”

“And just so you know too, the real me is better than me in a photocard,” Yeonho encouraged, making you laugh.

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

Yongseung:

“I’m so confused,” Yongseung remarked as he watched you unpack your new album to see a photocard of Minchan poking out of it.

“How come?” You quizzed, taking the photocard out with a smile as you admired how sweet Minchan looked in the photo that he had taken.

Yongseung’s hand scratched over the top of his head, “I asked at the company to make sure you got a photocard of me, and that definitely isn’t me there.”

“Maybe it got swapped,” you tried your best to reason, “or maybe they gave you the wrong album accidentally to give to me.”

His head shook as you tried to make Yongseung feel a bit better, “you wait until I get to work tomorrow, those staff members better start running.”

“You’re not serious, are you?” You quizzed.

“Of course, I am.”

A scoff came from you as he spoke, “you’ve got plenty of spare albums at work, just bring one of those home with you tomorrow.”

“And take your Minchan one back?” Yongseung optimistically looked at you, hopeful to get the two albums swapped.

“If that would make you feel better.”

Kangmin:

“What photocard did you get?” Kangmin asked as he watched you begin to browse through your copy of the group’s new release that he’d given you.

“That’s not important,” you smiled back across at Kangmin, quickly turning through and trying your best to hide the photocard that you had from him.

His head shook as he walked across to where you were sat at the other end of the room, “come on, let me see. It’s just a photocard, and it’s a random too.”

“Don’t get mad,” you warned, pulling the photocard back out of the album and handing it over. “I got Hyehyeon’s photocard though.”

A groan came from Kangmin as he took the photo from you, “really? I was hoping you’d get one of mine, I tracked the patterns of photocards and everything.”

“I’ve got plenty of yours already,” you smiled.

“But you could get another one.”

Your head shook as Kangmin handed the photocard back across to you. “Maybe I could sell this one or swap it for one of yours with a fan.”

“That’s a great idea,” Kangmin immediately agreed, “I’m sure that if you found a Hyehyeon stan they’d swap with you in an instant.”

“Don’t sound too excited Kang.”

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Masterlist

[kyungjuner]

dongheon would do you real good i don’t make the rules i just enforce them

PLEASE I CANT DO THIS NO MORE

dongheon would 💔 just imagine riding him and he has his hands on your hips so hard they bruise ?! pulling you closer to him every two seconds and he’s restraining himself from bucking into you so you can take it slow and bask in the warmth of his arms while slowly grinding on him … thoughts are being thunk

okay i cant be doin this i have work in like ten minutes SOB

[lovethoery]

there’s not enough verivery smut in the world… but I don’t see dongheon as much of a hard dom like most people ! Can I request some DH smut? Open to anything :-)

[m]

omg okay so my brain literally cannot write a full fic but i DO agree that dongheon is NOT a hard dom. this man is literally so sweet with his partner. i think he's very big on touching his partner, very into kissing and making sure they're feeling worshipped. hes very much someone who focuses on your pleasure and he's very attentive. in my head he's much more into fingering his partner than giving oral, not to say he wont give you head, but he prefers to talk you through your orgasm and give you praises. there's something so fulfilling to him about being able to get you to fall apart from purely his fingers. i dont think he'd be very into degradation or anything that'd make you feel bad, nor is he into brat-taming. he likes obedient partners because he really loves to tell you how good you are. he WILL however punish you if he needs. just know that the aftercare is absolutely fucking BANGING. he's got warm towels, soft blankets, fuzzy socks if thats what youre into... hes all strong arms and soft cuddles. hes very much a love maker though. i dont see him being much of hate-fuck or angry sex type of guy. i think when he's angry, he prefers to walk it off on his own. he likes make up sex though.

[babysubinnie]

hopelessly devoted // lee dongheon

👑 pairing:: lee dongheon x reader 👑 genre:: fluff 👑 summary:: overhearing the boy that you love talk to a girl about some girl that he fell in love with hurts. but overhearing this at a party makes it just five million times worse.  ——————————————————————————

“we were never dating in the first place so it shouldn’t even matter to you.” i looked up in the direction of the kitchen to overhear the girl who was now screaming at what dongheon had just said to her. over all this loud ass music and the multiple people dancing in front of us, we still managed to hear that one sentence. i looked at hoyoung trying not to burst into laughter. he shook his head sitting next to me before whispering in my ear that i should cut it out.

“who is this girl?” i laughed putting my head on his shoulder when kangmin walked past to sit on my lap stretching out to lay his head on hoyoung’s lap. hoyoung put his arm around my shoulder resting his hand on my arm.

“who’s heon hyung talking to?” he looked up with his puppy eyes at the two of us and we shrugged then i glanced back up to look at dongheon. 

“some girl that’s been hanging with heon. she’s been clinging to him for the past few weeks.” yongseung came up behind us sticking his head in between hoyoung and my head. i bit my lip trying not to seem like i was pissed off, wait no was i being jealous?

“you being jealous there y/n?” hoyoung whispered in my ear and i glared at him before turning to slap him. i looked at minchan who was approaching the two in the kitchen but stopped before he was in view of either of the two.

“me? jealous? pft.” i rolled my eyes putting my hands down in my lap. when i glanced up again to look at heon, he turned his head around his shoulder straight at me. the way he smiled at me, made my whole world stop. through the people dancing i couldn’t look away. at all. i was definitely in love with him and every single one of the boys were catching on. i bit my lip when i kept eye contact with dongheon. 

“what the hell was that look?” hoyoung teased me laughing, to then i scoffed rolling my eyes lifting kangmin’s legs off of mine to walk away from this annoying situation. 

“i can’t take this anymore.” i said under my breath and as i was about to walk away, hoyoung grabbed my wrist turning me around pushing kangmin off of him. to which kangmin groaned then shot a glare at him before looking up at me. i shook my head pulling my wrist out of his hands. just as i walked past the kitchen, i heard the one sentence that made me stop. 

“you fucking fell in love with a girl and expect me not to care? i thought we had a good thing going?” she scoffed to which i turned over my shoulder to look at minchan who was now wide eyed staring straight at me. i bit my lip and stood as still as possible. then i heard dongheon speak up after her constant talking.

“yes i fell in love with y/n. you and i were strictly on a no feelings relationship so i don’t know what the hell happened to you but i fell in love with someone else and when i get the chance to-” when i heard those first seven words, i shot my head up to look at minchan not believing what i had just heard. just as dongheon was about to finish his sentence i got pushed from behind, ice pouring down my back. i screamed before slapping my hand over my mouth because i was realizing now that i was in view of dongheon and this girl. 

“y/n!” he ran towards me grabbing my wrist pulling me through the crowd of people, up the stairs and into his room, the door closing behind us. he pulled a hoodie out of his drawer as well as a towel from the bathroom and ran over to me. 

“take off your shirt and dry off with this. are you okay?” he panted while looking me straight in the eye. he turned around after he got a nod from me and patted my head. i took my shirt off and dried off with the towel he gave me, thank god it was water. i grabbed his hoodie taking a deep breath smiling before pulling it over my head. 

“i’m done changing.” i smiled again when he turned back around to face me. he walked up to me and i completely stopped breathing when he put both hands on my cheeks. 

“you heard every word i said didn’t you?” his eyes darted from my eyes to my lips, then back down to my eyes. i nodded avoiding all eye contact. 

“i-i tried not to. i won’t tell-” i started rambling because i was nervous. of course i was nervous. dongheon was inches away from my face and he was laughing. i couldn’t stop looking at him because my god was he good looking when he smiled. 

“you won’t tell who? y/n did you even hear the name i said?” he scoffed laughing then put his arms around my waist. he pulled me towards him his chest up against mine. 

“i mean i did but-but i just thought it was a mistake. there’s no way you would say my name.” i laughed nervously and dongheon tilted his head. he narrowed his eyes then licked his lips. 

“what are you talking about y/n? i said your name. of course i said your name. you’re the girl i’m in love with.” he smiled rubbing the back of his neck before taking my hand into his.

“you’re what?” i gasped to which he laughed at then walked back over to me. he placed both of his hands in the crook of my neck before pulling me inches away from his face. 

“hopelessly in love with you.” 

[nekomura-tsukiyo]

VERIVERY hugs

Dongheon

❥ Hugs you all the time because he's clingy

❥ Feeling happy? Hugs to congratulate you. In a bad mood? Comfort hugs.

❥ Really tight hugs, so tight that you may feel hot or suffocating lol

❥ But feels like a large teddy plush toy so you definitely love it

Hoyoung

❥ Shy baby doesn't hug much

❥ Gets hugs more than giving hugs

❥ But will definitely return hugs once received

❥ Probably the type to pinch your cheeks afterwards if you hug for fun

Minchan

❥ Best hugger

❥ Gives the warmest and sweetest hugs

❥ Might not hug you too much normally but if he detects any slight negative emotions from you? Not gonna let you go

❥ Comes along with light kisses on cheeks and some head carressing

Gyehyeon

❥ Also receives hugs more than giving ones bc he tsundere

❥ Groans whenever you hug him for fun but secretly likes it

❥ Sometimes push you way bc tsundere (first hand experience by Kangmin)

❥ But if you're hugging for emotional comfort he'd definitely hug you as if you're the whole universe

Yeonho

❥ Clingy 2.0

❥ Probably bites you while hugging

❥ If he doesn't bite then he's probably playing with your cheeks or hair

❥ Very comfy so even if he's biting you you can still fall asleep in his arms

Yongseung

❥ Another shy baby who receives hugs more than giving them

❥ (Veri)very soft so you like pinching him while hugging

❥ And he lets you while smiling endearingly

❥ Pats you like patting a kitten

Kangmin

❥ The most aggressive hugger, can give Dongheon a run for money

❥ Very passionate hugs with a lot of kisses

❥ Still very passionate hugs when you're feeling down but he'd tone down the kissing during those times bc he wants to make sure you feel better first

❥ Likes you carressing his hair when you're in a good mood

[foenixs]

i saw your skz as camboys and saw that you write for verivery too!! god bless you

would you mind writing vrvr as camboy headcanons 🥺 tysm ✨

Verivery as Camboys

note: i love these kinds of imagines, just boys being horny hoes

includes- sub!verivery, non idol!au, camboy!au, oral sex, choking, masturbation, selffuck, sex toys (cockring, dildo, gag, etc.), roleplay

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Dongheon

not at all the type of guy you’d expect to see on a raunchy website, which is exactly what makes him so popular

he gets hundreds of tips for simple things like choking himself while he masturbates or sucking on two fingers (he knows he doesn’t need to do much to rile people up and he uses that to his advantage)

lets his camgirl girlfriend sit on his face for hours as she reads their sexts to the audience

never does anything too kinky (has clear boundaries), but isn’t afraid of surprising his viewers with sth new

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Hoyoung

bites his lip a lot and stares directly into the camera (can entrance you with his gaze)

gets off on the viewer count (the more the merrier), likes to imagine that someone he knows irl is secretly watching his streams

rides his own dick to brag about how big he is and has the viewers drooling to get a taste

writes his donators names on his body with red lipstick

can go for multiple rounds and won’t stop until his whole body is covered in his cum

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Minchan

loves to get spoiled by his viewers, always showing off the new toys and accessories he got sent

wears a crown to honour his title of “the slutty prince”

he’s very expensive and only starts stripping when he’s reached a certain amount of donations (his motto is “sit still, look pretty” and it works surprisingly well)

has a pretty pink cock ring nestled at his base that keeps him going for hours, only letting himself cum when the amount of money is worth getting himself dirty for

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Gyhyeon

ties his hands together and fucks himself onto a dildo while he’s on his knees, legs spread (loves to be restrained, forced to get himself off in a specific way)

his loyal tippers gift him bigger toys to see just how far he can stretch himself open (uses a pump-up dildo to test his limits)

has a thing for tentacle shaped dildos (who needs the real thing when you can have a green monster cock shoved up your ass)

makes the prettiest faces (can cry on demand) and angles his cock so that he cums over his precious features and in his mouth

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Yeonho

sexy mukbang, starts out by eating his dinner suggestively and ends up with a dildo down his throat (sometimes he eats so much that his stomach is bloating, loving the feeling of how much tighter his ass would be around his fingers)

uses gags a lot and loves to have both of his holes stuffed at the same time

loves to do roleplay and pet play and has a closet full of costumes (married to his cat ears)

is very loud and lets meows and growls slip as he’s humping the table he just ate on (not afraid to drink his own cum for desert)

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Yongseung

loves to pull a show and give his audience a virtual lap dance (slowly stripping naked as he sways his hips in front of the camera)

roams his body with his hands, smearing oil all over himself, until he is glistening in the dim light (has one of those lamps that can change colour)

shows off his hole and teases his rim as if it were his most prized possession (it is)

is very bendy and loves to try out new positions (has a list of positions that you can demand for a specific prize)

his recording room is decorated with nude pictures of himself (which are probably more compromising than his actual streams)

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masterlist

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taglist: @edolieeh , @weishinsofficialhypeman , @subbyboyhaven

[restlessmaknae]

half to your half

➳ Lee Dongheon is a praised choreographer for a soon-to-be debuting boygroup, but the trainees are complaining about his strict way of teaching, so he ends up at your dance class alongside literal kids.

♦ Pairing: choreographer!Dongheon x choreographer!reader/you

♦ Genre: soulmate au, fluff, comedy

♦ Words: 8.5k

♦ Dedicated to: my other half @dat-town who deserves the world! I think you had a feeling I would write about Dongheon, but I hope you’ll enjoy the story nevertheless. I’ve incorporated that one Road to Kingdom scene that made you bias him (and stan Verivery) because I just had to! 😉 Love you more than words could explain! Take care, stay safe! 💖💖

♦ A/N: Click here to be added to the TAGLIST and to let me know about your fic preferences. 💖

“What do you mean I need training? I’ve thought you hired me because I was good enough.”

The air in the meeting room froze for a minute, but Lee Dongheon was firm in his words, and he wasn’t going to break the silence first when he was the one who had asked the previous question. He didn’t want to give up on keeping the eye-contact with the coordinator either because he was sure that sooner or later, the 30-something guy would break. He wasn’t willing to leave just yet, he needed his answers if he was about to receive training when he had been hired because the entertainment company had deemed him the most suitable dance choreographer for their soon-to-be-announced boy group.

“The thing is…” Mr Park started hesitantly, lowering his voice as he continued. “The trainees are complaining.”

Dongheon almost let out a snort hearing that. Almost. The only thing that held him back was his pride and the fact that he was a professional, so he wasn’t going to show that he wasn’t happy to receive such news.

“About what?” He quirked an eyebrow challengingly, having a feeling about what it would be about, but not wanting to back away either. He wasn’t even exactly surprised when he was told:

“About you being too strict.”

“They need to take dancing seriously. It’s not a child’s game. They are preparing for their debut, much worse is waiting for them once they eventually make it to live shows and all that,” Dongheon reasoned with a click of his tongue. He didn’t regret how he had treated those kids. Sure, they were 14-16 year old teenagers, but if they didn’t learn how to behave well during dance practices, when would they take their idol life seriously? One wrong move was enough to turn someone’s life into a hellhole, and they could laugh all they wanted outside of his dance practices, but he wasn’t going to let them have their way when he was their dance teacher.

So no, he didn’t want to show any remorse, nor did he want to seem like he was willing to beg for the company’s forgiveness. He didn’t think that he had done anything wrong. If they kept making mistakes, why wouldn’t he force them to practice more? Maybe he wasn’t the most beloved dance choreographer of all time, but his previous dance teams had never really complained. Though they hadn’t even been as young as these kids.

“Why don’t you just find a new choreographer then?” Dongheon asked flippantly, keeping the eye-contact with Mr Park. The coordinator let out an aghast sigh, then put his hands down on the table, leaning over, so that he could be closer to the guy and explain in a whisper-like tone:

“Because the choreography is yours, and the company is satisfied with it. You just need to soften up a bit,” he said, almost pleading. It seemed like they really did try to keep him at the company, but the choreographer wasn’t exactly happy about some random training when he had other dance classes to attend and other dance groups to teach.

He looked down at the inked words on his arm (a war worth fighting for), the half of that so-called soulmate quote everyone had on their skin. It was like a tattoo, but you couldn’t get rid of it no matter how much you tried. You had half of a quote and your soulmate had the other one, and when you said the two out loud at the same time when you finally found each other, the other half would be engraved into your skin.

He always looked at this half-quote as a life motto. He felt that if he wanted to achieve something, he would only get it if he worked hard enough for it, so that it seemed like a fight. Maybe this particular one would be the same.

“How?” He raised an eyebrow in an almost elegant way, willing to listen if they didn’t want to bring him into some nonsense. Hearing that, Mr Park leaned back, his lips curling upwards. He should have known that the man’s smile didn’t indicate anything good, but what he expected in that meeting room on that fine spring day was very, very far from what actually happened afterwards.

Lee Dongheon found himself at a different dance studio a few days later, staring at the palette of colourful clothes the kids were wearing as they were giddily running around the practice room, occasionally bumping into him and moving on after giggling a bit. If he called the 14-16 year old trainees kids, these kids were toddles. They couldn’t be older than 12. Tooths were missing, boys were screaming in high-pitched voices and girls were still taller than boys. This age group wasn’t something he had ever dealt with, and he didn’t even intend to do so. The entertainment company didn’t seem to think the same though.

He felt so out of place that his usually sociable self started feeling anxious, but it wasn’t because of the amount of people around, but rather because of the age group and their typical (and loud) antics. He didn’t get why he would need to spend time beside a dance teacher who taught dance to kids because it wasn’t the same dealing with teenagers and literal kids! They had different capabilities and different physiques, so how was he supposed to learn anything useful from this so-called training?

That’s when you walked in, dragging him out of his wandering thoughts, and greeted the kids cheerfully. They seemed to like you a lot, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to the centre of the practice room, hugging you (or well, your abdomen because they weren’t that tall to hug you properly) and chattering to you. You listened attentively to them, your smile dazzling and eyes shining in fondness, and only when you walked closer to the benches, did you actually catch sight of the choreographer.

“Oh, hi! You must be Lee Dongheon,” you noted with a bright smile, bowing a bit out of respect. He did the same, albeit a bit fidgety. You took note of his behaviour, cheekily remarking:

“You look like you’ve been reprimanded. Relax! It’s just a class for kids. I don’t even know why you’re here. I only know that you’re going to teach kids as well and need my help,” you explained to him beamingly, and you could see how his shoulders slumped. So you didn’t know. That lifted some weight off of his shoulder. Not because he was ashamed of the reason behind his presence, but rather because he didn’t get it either why he was assigned to you, so how could he explain the situation to you?

“Well, we could say so.” Dongheon nodded hesitantly because he wouldn’t quite phrase himself like that, but let’s just leave it that way.

“It’s okay. I’ve only been teaching kids for three years myself, so I’m not very experienced either, but all I can say is that with time, you’ll surely get used to it,” you reassured him first things first, and when you made sure that he didn’t have any questions, you clapped your hands to gain the kids’ attention, and started the class.

You started shushing the kids and telling them to follow you while you were presenting warm-up exercises. Dongheon followed you a bit clumsily in the beginning, but once he realised that the kid beside him wouldn’t give him odd glances (well, not all the time, just sometimes), he loosened up a bit, and you flashed an encouraging smile at him before continuing. After the warm-up, you went over with the steps for a choreography that you had started teaching the kids last time, and it wasn’t anything groundbreaking, so you weren’t surprised that Dongheon learned the moves just like that, and once it was time for the practice rounds with music, he executed it without any problem.

You decided that it would be best if you showed him how you usually led the classes and after going over the teaching part, he could try himself out while you were practicing the moves with the kids. You hadn’t been given any instruction on how to treat the dance choreographer and what you should do differently compared to your usual classes, you had only been told that he would need to learn how to teach kids, and it was your uncle who had asked you to let him join your classes, so how could you say no?

However, when it was time for the practice rounds by the end of the lesson, and Dongheon took your place, all you could hear was:

“Again!”

“Again!”

“Again!”

You shook your head after a few attempts of his because you could see how demotivated the kids got, their heads hanging low and their usually buzz killed right away. It physically hurt for you to witness what he was doing, and even though you were sure that he would make a great dance teacher one day, he really needed to learn how to deal with kids on top of being a good dancer himself.

“You can’t just tell them to do this again without pointing out their mistakes. They aren’t old enough to realise what they’ve done wrong each and every time.” You stepped beside him, deciding to interfere at this point, and despite the slight annoyed expression on his face, he didn’t voice out his disagreement, so you took it as a good sign and started going around the practice room, telling the kids individually what mistakes you had caught onto while watching them from the side. Then, you walked back to him, signalling him to go on.

You could see that the ones you had told about their mistakes tried to correct themselves, but there were still some children who did the moves wrong by either missing a beat, forgetting to move their hands alongside their legs or putting their arms in odd angles.

“Ag-” Dongheon started automatically, but when he caught himself saying the word, he immediately stopped. He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly. For a moment, you assumed that he would give up and leave the dance practice behind, saying that he can’t do it any longer, but a second later, he started going around the room just like you had done so, instructing the kids what they should do differently.

You tried to conceal a triumphant smile, but you were proud nevertheless. He might have looked like he wanted to avoid directly touching the kids or that he was searching for ways to let them know about their mistakes without using too much professional dance vocabulary, but at least he was trying, and you appreciated that. Victories always started with initial attempts.

As he walked back to the centre, you tapped a few times on your wrist, indicating that it was time to finish the class, and he nodded.

“Okay, let’s do it one more time, and then, you’re free to go!” Dongheon announced firmly and when he gave you the signal, you pushed the play button on the laptop and started the music. You watched as this grown young man did the trivial little moves with your students, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was so obvious that he was used to something different, something that required more physical strength and stamina and probably more powerful moves, but he seemed to get the hang of your choreography by the end, and he was sweating nevertheless when the final round was finished.

“You all did well today, I’m really proud of you! Don’t forget to practice what we’ve learned so far! See you next time!” You clapped your hands as you were ready to bid your goodbye to your students. They all left in their own ways, but you liked that they were still pumped up, and some of them left the room while doing some moves. You gave them encouraging thumbs-ups and watched them leave with a fond smile before turning back to Dongheon.

“I can see that you have the intention of bringing the best out of them which is essential, you just need to keep in mind that teaching them and practicing with them isn’t the same as practicing by yourself and prompting yourself to do better,” you pointed it out based on what you had seen, but before he could say anything, you added: “But you were good. I could see the improvement.”

Dongheon seemed a bit speechless, ruffling his pitch-black locks to cover up his nervousness, but he still mumbled a hasty thank you in the end. You were content with just that much since it was the first time you had ever met. You inquired if he had any queries, but when he shook his head, you let him go on his way, watching with a knowing smile as he left. Then, you packed up your stuff after everyone had left and headed home.

The next time it was time for a class with the same group of kids, you arrived earlier than your brand new student slash co-tutor. You still didn’t really know why exactly he would need his training and why your assistance was enough because you were nowhere near an experienced professional, but you didn’t want to question neither your uncle, nor him. After all, you were sure that they would tell you if it mattered at all.

You put down your stuff on a bench, opening your laptop and getting ready to start the class while the students were coming into the classroom, chattering as cheerfully as always. Some of them went up to you telling you what they had been up to, or who around them had found their soulmate, and you listened attentively, finding their childish innocence and passion heartwarming.

Truth to be told, you didn’t believe in soulmates as much as those kids did. Maybe it’s because you had tasted the bitter medicine of life when you had been kicked out of an entertainment agency on the verge of debuting because you had messed up your final evaluation, but you didn’t believe in fairytales and in life working out the way you wanted it to. Not anymore. You had more important issues to deal with and more important questions to dwell on other than that big soulmate question even though everyone around you seemed to be buzzing in your soulmate-centric world. There were apps where you could upload your half-quotes and find which one seems matching, there were soulmate-based restaurants and selfie booths and movies and you name it. Once, you might have been interested in finding your soulmate, but after you had decided to become an idol and dating wasn’t allowed for trainees, you had tried your very best to hide your quote with those special sprays you could get your hands on.

You weren’t the only one who wanted to hide their quotes. Idols actually did so while performing live if they hadn’t yet found their soulmate, athletes did so and most teachers and professors did so too because they didn’t want others to see it. You couldn’t blame them. Soulmate quotes were highly personal, and those who didn’t want the whole world to see it and strangers gawking their eyes on what those words on their arms could mean tried to hide it, and there were creams and sprays and plasters and all kinds of things for such purposes. Even though you didn’t hide it anymore since your dreams of becoming an idol had shattered into pieces, you were reassured that you could always hide it if you wanted to.

“Hi!” A familiar male voice dragged you out of your thoughts, and you were lucky that you were currently sitting because you were sure that you would have stumbled backwards if you had been standing, you were so startled.

“Hi!” You averted your eyes to Dongheon who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but you just shrugged off his unsaid question. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt that was tucked into his high-waisted black jeans, a black belt and black boots, the whole look highlighting his physique. He looked more as if he was to attend a fashion week rather than a dance class with kids, but you wouldn’t comment on his outfit choice for the world. Maybe he had come from a recording and he had needed to dress like that.

“Are we continuing the choreography from last week?” Dongheon asked as he put down his sports bag beside you on the bench, fishing a water bottle out of it and taking a sip from it while he was waiting for you to answer.

“Yeah, it’s the same as the last two weeks, and if everything goes well, we’ll be done with it today. Then, we’ll review it next week and record it at the end of the class.”

“Do you always record them?” He quirked an eyebrow as if it had been that weird, but you nodded confidently nevertheless.

“The kids like to watch it back, and their parents love that they can see their kids dancing,” you explained to him with a smile, thinking of that group chat you shared with your students’ parents. You were lucky that they were all very supportive of their kids’ hobby, it warmed your heart to read their compliments and to hear about their feedback. In a way, it was a way for you to feel as if you had left an impact on their lives. Just as you had wanted to do so by being an idol; you wanted to help others, to cheer them up and to give something to them that would make their lives a bit better, a bit brighter. As an idol, it would have been your songs and your performances, and as a dance teacher, it was the choregraphies you created for the kids and the weekly classes you gave.

“Understandable,” he noted after a few moments of silence, and you were about to ask him why he had posed such a question, but one of your students who had just showed up interrupted you.

“Are you going to teach us today, too?” Minhyuk inquired with his big doe eyes as he looked at Dongheon who was much, much taller than him. Dongheon looked back at you for support as if he had wanted you to answer the question for him, but you just shrugged your shoulders. If he wanted to learn how to teach kids, he needed to learn how to interact with them.

“Yes, I will.”

“I don’t want tooooooo,” cooed the kid with a pout, and you had to sniffle a giggle because he was just so cute, yet Dongheon was just so startled. “You were so scary last time. I don’t want to learn from you,” Minhyuk went on, puffing his chest out as if he had been ready to fight. You wanted to applaud his bravery, but you were so curious about the other dance teacher’s reaction that you kept your reactions to yourself and watched their interaction instead.

Dongheon scratched the back of his neck out of nervousness, then ruffled his pitch-black locks. Once. Twice. Three times. It could be seen that he didn’t know how to react because his eyes were flickering from one side of the room to the other, and his hands were fidgeting with the material of his shirt. Minhyuk kept looking up at him as if he wanted to intimidate him, not the other way round, and you were ready to rise from your seat and interrupt them, trying not to bring Dongheon into such an uncomfortable scene during his second class, but he decided to handle the situation by himself.

“I’ll try not to be that scary today,” he promised a lot softer than usual, but Minhyuk couldn’t be bought with just that.

“You pinky promise?” He raised an eyebrow in question as he held out his pinkie, and you were almost certain that Dongheon wouldn’t give into his wish, but in the next second, he crouched down to be at eye-level with the kid and sealed the pinky promise with the little boy. Minhyuk boasted a boyish smile at that, and bounced back to the rest of the kids with newfound joy.

Dongheon stayed in that pose for a few seconds as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, and when he straightened up and looked at you, your lips curled upwards in an encouraging way.

“That was impressive!” You complimented him and gave him a thumbs-up before he could try to ask you to forget about it or deny that he gave in because he had a softer side, he was just not good at demonstrating it. You didn’t even let him say anything, you got to your feet and walked to the middle of the practice room, starting the class.

This time, the structure of the class was a bit different than last time because you asked Dongheon to do the new moves beside you, so that the kids could familiarise themselves with him and maybe feel closer to him by seeing that he also made mistakes from time to time. Although it was rare, you reckoned that it was only fair that he could be seen as something other than immaculate, and he didn’t seem to mind either. Even though you could see his frustration rising whenever someone missed a beat or made an obvious mistake or started acting up (because they were restless kids after all, occasional tantrums were inevitable), you didn’t need to interfere as much as last time. He still had a long way to go, but at least now he had taken your advice from last time, and pointed out the students’ mistakes albeit a bit harshly sometimes.

After the class, as you were packing your stuff, you didn’t think that Dongheon would speak up even though you could feel his eyes on you. Yet, when you walked back to your bag with your laptop in hand, he broke the silence:

“I don’t know how you can be so patient with these kids,” he mumbled in awe, and you tried hard not to show how surprised yet thankful you were.

“You learn how to be patient when you wait for years to achieve your dream, only for it to be taken away from you in the last minute,” you blurted out absent-mindedly, but when you saw the confusion in his eyes, you realised what you had just said. Damn it. “Nevermind,” you added with a semi-awkward smile, hoping that he wouldn’t dwell too much on your words. You didn’t want to dump your sappy ex-trainee life onto him out of all people. You were sure that he wouldn’t care.

“Anyways, good job today. You’ll get the hang of it soon, I’m sure,” you remarked in your best supportive tone, and watched as his face turned a shade brighter. Oh, so he could feel flustered because of a compliment. What a rare sight.

“Thanks.” He bobbed his head before gathering his stuff and leaving the practice room with you by his side. You bid your goodbye to him at the entrance as you were heading two different ways, and maybe you had seen it wrong, but it was as if you could see an empathetic smile playing along his lips. As if he had understood you even without you telling him about your crushed dreams.

Sure enough, Dongheon did start to get the hang of it, he just needed to learn how to treat kids on top of being a dance teacher. Or well, rather before knowing how to be a dance teacher to kids. Because someone could be an excellent teacher and horrible with kids, yet someone could be amazing with kids, but wouldn’t make a good teacher. So the two needed to go hand in hand, and you hadn’t been born with your current skills either, you had also needed to learn how to be a dance teacher to kids after giving up on your idol dreams.

You had loved dancing, you had loved kids, so you had thought that it would be rather easy, but you had had to learn a lot in the beginning, and if it hadn’t been for your love for both children and dancing, maybe you had given it up from the start. However, you hadn’t wanted to let this opportunity go when you had had the chance to continue learning unlike the time you had been kicked out of that agency.

You always watched Dongheon interact with the kids with a fond smile, and you had to realise that once he had gotten over his initial discomfort and sulkiness, he was seemingly starting to enjoy himself beside the little ones. How couldn’t he when he acted like a big baby sometimes? You wouldn’t have believed your own eyes that he was the same person from your first dance class together if you hadn’t witnessed both sides of him, but maybe he had just not wanted to do this whole thing in the beginning, and it had kept him from being his true self.

He could be silly and childish around the kids, joking with them and giving in to join their little games or listen to their ramblings. They even started to interrogate him about his life (and his love life), and despite them desperately wanting to know about his soulmate quote, he kept it hidden, telling them that he might show it one day but not so soon. You could understand him since they had tried to play matchmakers when they had seen yours, too, and it’s not like anyone could blame him for wearing long-sleeved shirts because it was winter anyways.

Thanks to the kids though, you got to know that he was a choreographer at an entertainment company, and he taught soon-to-be debuting teenagers, thus he was here to learn how to teach them in a less strict way. Even though you tried to bury your resurfacing memories from your trainee days, they came back anyways, sending a wave of bittersweetness through your body. When Dongheon caught onto your shaken up state and worriedly asked if he had said something wrong, you merely shrugged it off. It was all in the past, you told yourself, and decided to start the class instead.

However, it wasn’t only you who showed a different side of themselves during your classes. It was around two months after your first class together, and you could feel his tenseness from the beginning of the lesson, but decided to not bother him if he didn’t want to tell you about the reason. Maybe he was having a bad day, that’s all. On the other hand, when he got more and more frustrated throughout the class because of the kids’ mistake, you couldn’t just sit idly.

“That’s wrong. Do it again!” He practically ordered Kangmin to do the moves in front of the others without music, and when he was still not satisfied, he put his hands on his hips, letting out a long sigh.

“Can’t you see that you’re doing it wrong? You’ll never become a professional dancer if you keep messing up like this.”

That was when you decided to interrupt him, standing between him and the kid before he would say something that would move the boy to tears.

“Dongheon! You can’t talk to a child like that,” you told him firmly, and it was the first time your voice had such an authoritative edge to it. Whenever he was being a bit too harsh, you tried to prompt him to change his attitude in a rather friendly, nudging way. However, this time, you couldn’t just let him be. It seemed that your usual teaching style wouldn’t be effective on him.

“Why not? Should I be kind when life’s only treating me unfairly?” Dongheon looked you straight into the eyes, his words dripping with hurt and pent-up fury. His gaze could burn a whole city down with its fierceness and power, but there was something very sorrowful, very bitter in it, and your heart sank as you kept looking at him.

You were about to open your mouth when he turned on his heel and left the practice room, the sound of the door shutting behind him echoing for a long time before you found your voice and carried on with the class, your mind wandering off from time to time, wondering where he could be and what he could be feeling.

Not knowing his contact and not feeling like you had the right to pry into his life, you hadn’t seen, nor had you talked to Dongheon again, but you kept thinking of the reason behind his outburst, and it killed you that you felt like you couldn’t do anything for him. You could feel that there was something going on because there was no way he would have gotten so angry at Kangmin all of a sudden, but at the same time, you weren’t close enough to talk about such things. You wished you could be there for him because even if you might not have been able to help, you could at least listen to him.

The next week, you were so lost in thought that you merely registered that someone was already in the practice room when you entered, and if it hadn’t been for him speaking up first, you might not have recognised him until you had walked further.

“Hi!” He greeted you with a neutral expression, but you could detect guilt hiding in the corner of his mahogany eyes which made you feel even more empathy towards him.

“Hi!” You reciprocated his greeting with a subtle smile, not sure how to act around him after last time. So you decided on putting your bag down on the bench beside him without saying a word, letting him decide if he wanted to say something or not.

And so he did.

“I’m sorry.”

As you felt the words hanging in the air, you could feel how difficult it was for him to get it out, but at the same time, you could feel that it was as sincere as an apology could be. So you followed your heart and sat down beside him, looking ahead of yourself.

“It’s okay. You’ve probably had your reason,” you reassured him because anyone could have something going on in their lives that might affect how they treat others. You merely hoped that if he could share the burden, he would be willing to do so, but before that, someone had to show that they cared. So you gave it a shot. “Want to talk about it? If it’s about dance, I’m an ex-idol trainee who has been kicked out of her company after the final evaluation, so maybe I can understand.”

You weren’t afraid to confess something like this now because you wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone with whatever he was feeling. And despite the clear surprise on his face that you could see in the front mirror, you had a feeling that he already had a feeling that your back story would be something like this. He might not have been extremely nosy, but he was observant enough, so you were sure that he could guess some parts about your past.

“It’s not that. Not just that.” He shook his head decisively, and let out an aghast sigh. You finally looked at him and not just his reflection, and from the way his shoulders slumped, you could see that he was trying to master up his courage, but didn’t know how. You didn’t want to push him either, so you sat there side by side, listening to the sound of the clock ticking on the wall.

You would have been more than happy with the silence because at least he was there, willing to show up and willing to apologise, but when he spoke up, you listened attentively, your heart sinking deeper and deeper as the monologue went on.

“After graduation, I got accepted at a dance academy in the US, but a week before I was supposed to leave, my mom got sick, and then they found a tumor. She needed surgery and a few months of recovery, and I’ve stayed with her, giving up on my dream. Since then, I’ve never even left the city because I’m afraid something might happen to her, and last week she got her monthly examination, and her results weren’t that promising.”

“And you were afraid that she might fall sick again,” you whispered, barely able to master those few words out after you had gotten to know such a personal part of his life. He had always seemed rather composed and passionate, someone who had been confident because he had never tasted failure. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Dongheon nodded, his mahogany eyes bathing in the sea of uncertainty. You wished you could say something hopeful, but it wasn’t like his mother’s condition would suddenly get better if you prayed hard enough. You also wished you could feel confident enough to reach out and hold his hand to show that you were there for him, but you didn’t know how he would react to that despite that inward urge to share the burden and listen to whatever worries he had.

“It’s no use running tests now because the doctors say that it’s common to have worse results once in a while, but I guess I was worried history would repeat itself,” he mumbled loud enough for you to hear it yet not any louder. It was a confession only you should hear, no one else. It was your secret, the whispers of his heart and the tales of his present.

“I don’t blame you. I can’t even imagine what I would be feeling if I were in your shoes.” A cold shiver ran down your spine even just by thinking about. “You know you don’t have to come to class if you don’t feel well. Mentally or physically, it doesn’t matter.” you added gently, trying your best with an encouraging smile. Just because he was supposed to come to learn from you, you didn’t want him to feel pressured to be here each and every time until his boss would finally be satisfied with his improvement.

Dongheon shook his head, bitterness swallowing up his words as he continued.

“I’ve wanted to apologise to you and to that kid.”

“I’m sure he would understand.” You nodded fervently, knowing Kangmin well enough to assume that he would stay just as determined as before, if not more. That kid was one of the most dedicated dancers in his group. 

“Thank you for telling me this,” you felt the need to add before any of your students would arrive, and when he finally looked at you and you exchanged a glance, there was a bit of a smile in the corner of his lips, and suddenly, that inward urge to be there for him elevated. You couldn’t pinpoint why, you didn’t know what was this sudden odd sensation going through your body, but you reciprocated his smile, and you looked away only when one of the kids arrived.

After you had talked about why Dongheon had suddenly left the class that time, you felt less cautious around him, and he also seemed a lot more loosened up around the kids. As expected, Kangmin didn’t hold a grudge against him, so Dongheon was good to go again, and you would have never taken it to heart that he had just rushed out of your class, especially after knowing the reason why. You felt like you could understand him a bit better, and you could feel his empathy, too. It was as if you could relate to what the other had gone through, and it was odd since you had never felt this way before. May it be because you had quite a special case with being dismissed from an entertainment company and finding your way to your current workplace and his dreams changing due to the circumstances, but that string that had kept on pulling you towards him had become more and more difficult to resist. Not to mention when he wanted to get to know you better.

“Why haven’t you applied for a different company?” Dongheon inquired the next time you met, posing you the question after the class had finished, and it was only you two left.

“I’ve spent my youth on training at that certain one. I was tired of life kicking into me,” you replied with a bitter smile, but you didn’t mind his question. You had a feeling that he would understand, and you wouldn’t need to elaborate further. You were right.

“Understandable.” He nodded firmly, and his serious state showed you that he really cared. Lately, you had had to realise that he was such a goofy, childish guy in general, his serious self resurfacing only when it was about something work-related which was dancing in your case, so you weren’t surprised that you could only see his most authentic sides when some time had passed by.

“Want to show me how you dance if you aren’t teaching kids?” Dongheon raised an eyebrow challengingly, dissolving the tension in the air with his question. You snickered, raising your eyebrows alongside his as if you were ready to fight him.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that? You’re a choreographer for idol trainees.”

“Well, if you are that curious…” He shrugged without hesitating a moment, but before he would get ready to dance, he turned to you and put his index-finger in the air.  “But you have to show me what you got afterwards,” he made you promise with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes, but nodded nevertheless. You were actually curious how he would dance apart from your rather easy choreographies made for children, plus it really wouldn’t make any difference if you showed him what you had been working on instead of practicing only by yourself.

You couldn’t tell what exactly you had been expecting, but the guy didn’t disappoint. His moves were fluid, he was perfectly in control of his body, and he made the choreography look so effortless. You could still see behind the seemingly easily executed movements, see the many hours of hard work and the physical strength he needed to use to do certain moves such as pushing himself off the ground or sliding on the floor ever so quickly. Your lips parted in awe as you watched him dance because he was so immersed, it was as if dancing was his second skin, and you adored watching others dance who had the same passion as you did.

Since you didn’t know when he would stop and turn back to you, but the song went on because he probably didn’t finish the last touches on the choreography, he caught you staring with your mouth slightly agape. Even if you wouldn’t deny that you thought that he was amazing, he needed to rub it in your face.

“Not bad, huh?” Dongheon quirked an eyebrow teasingly, and that smirk in the corner of his lips made you roll your eyes. A second later, he let out a wholehearted laughter, and you let him enjoy this moment as he retreated to sit on the bench with you, reaching for his water bottle. That’s when you were ready to let him know about your opinion on what you had seen.

“That was impressive. You could have joined an idol group with those skills,” you pointed out frankly, but he shook his head after he had taken a sip from the water.

“Ah, I’ve never known how to sing or rap, and I didn’t want to be in the spotlight.

“To be honest, I’m rather thankful now that things turned out this way. I’m not sure I would have kept on enjoying being in the spotlight after debuting, so I can understand,” you let him know solemnly. Maybe you had been heartbroken over how you had needed to leave your agency, but now you were a firm believer that everything happened for a reason. Sometimes we can only see what a certain event or a milestone in our life indicates until some time passes by.

You sat in silence for a bit while he was trying to catch his breath, but he didn’t forget about your deal, so he prompted you to dance. You didn’t need to be told twice, you set the chosen song on repeat on your laptop, and walked to the centre of the practice room, sitting down and getting into position before the first beat of the song would be played. Then, you gave your all to the rather feminine choreography, focusing on your reflection in the mirror instead of Dongheon’s face, focusing on how you and your body felt while you were becoming one with the music. The moves were well-practiced and the transitions were smooth, so your hopes of telling a story with the choreography were high. Yet, due to the fact that you enjoyed it so much, it seemed like such a short time until you finished, and turned back to the guy, curious about his feedback.

Dongheon blinked a few times before he could form an opinion, and that was enough of an answer for you, so your lips had already curled upwards before he spoke up. He could scarcely be flustered, so you were rather content that you could make him lose his confidence for a bit while watching you dance.

“That was impressive, too,” he concluded after he had cleared his throat. You kept on your knowing smile as you sat back beside him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater, the sudden rush of heat warming up your body enough to feel a bit suffocated in your clothes. You didn’t even think much of it until you caught Dongheon staring at your arm. To be precise, the inked half-quote on your arm.

“Oh yeah. My soulmate quote. It says ‘love is a war, but…’. I guess I may get to know once how it ends.” You straightened your arm, so he could see the quote properly. You had never really given the words much thought because there could be endless ways the sentence could end, so there was no use guessing.

On the other hand, Dongheon seemed a bit bewitched for a moment, yet you didn’t know why. Some people were rather sentimental about the soulmate quotes, so you assumed he was one of those too, and that’s why he looked so perplexed, but then he blurted out:

“A war worth fighting for.”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows in question, not knowing what his words could indicate. Was he trying to guess the ending of your soulmate quote?

“Love is a war, but a war worth fighting for,” he spoke up loud and clear, and you didn’t even have time to dwell on his words because you could feel a tingling sensation on your arm. It was as if an invisible force was hovering over it, but it didn’t hurt, it felt a bit ticklish instead. It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar feeling, but you had felt this way only once before; when the half-quote had appeared on your arm on your 14th birthday just like it had done for everyone. Which could mean only one thing...

The moment you looked down on your arm, your quote was finished. After the comma, ‘but a war worth fighting for’ was written as if it had always been there. You blinked in confusion, looking up at the guy who held up his arm for you to show that he had the same - now - full quote engraved into his skin. He seemed just as bewildered as you, but knowing that he was your soulmate could explain why he had seemed to understand you like no one else, and why you had wanted to be there for him to share his burden. Sure, soulmates could be best friends, siblings or lovers, but whatever their relationship might be, they were called soulmates for a reason, and knowing that he was yours was both oddly satisfying and scary. You had toyed with the idea of meeting your soulmate one day, but you had never quite imagined it to go this way.

You were both speechless for quite a bit afterwards, but then he nudged your shoulder, and said:

“Hey! At least, it’s not that awkward that your jaw dropped upon seeing a guy dance because I’m your soulmate after all.”

“I’m not the one who needed to visibly gulp after seeing my dance,” you retorted as you nudged his shoulder back, and you caught him with that, you could see it in the way his eyes widened. However, in the next moment, his lips curled upwards and he burst into laughter. You followed his example, and you let yourself enjoy this rather joyful moment. With him. With your soulmate.

What a turn of events.

After getting to know that you two were soulmates, not much changed. Neither of you were firm believers of forcing this soulmate thing onto your relationship, you let things flow as they would either way. Though one thing that the realisation helped to facilitate was opening up to the other, talking about your dreams and past scars after practices because you knew that you were soulmates for a reason, so you could share such personal matters, and after last time, you were more certain than ever that he would be able to empathise with you.

You enjoyed getting to know Dongheon better because there were so many sides to him, and the initial sulky one was just one of them, and now that you knew why he had acted the way he had done so, you couldn’t even blame him. He was such a jokester sometimes, you didn’t even get all of his jokes, but as more time went by, you became accustomed to his cheekiness. Not to mention that he got better and better at teaching kids, and you had a feeling that it was because he was still a bit like a child at heart, he merely needed to put aside his sternness when teaching the little ones. It also helped that his mother was doing okay again, so he didn’t need to worry about her previous worrying results.

No wonder his higher-ups noticed the change in his way of teaching, and you were both told that he wouldn’t need to come to your classes anymore because his so-called training had seemed to be effective. On top of that, he became busy watching over the soon-to-be debuting boygroup’s practices, so he couldn’t come by every time, but he still made an effort to show up from time to time, and the kids welcomed him affectionately each and every time. You sometimes met outside of practice rooms too, mostly eating or having something to drink after both of you were finished with work for the day, and soon enough, you found it easier and easier to believe that he was actually your soulmate. You two were close friends for a while afterwards, and occasionally you helped each other out with choreographies for your classes or for your own pleasure. Sharing the same passion for dance brought you two even closer, and when it was just the two of you dancing in practice rooms, you felt like your heart would burst out of your ribcage each time his fingers ghosted along your skin, and each time you felt like you breathed the same air with only a few centimetres between you two.

Soulmates didn’t have to be lovers; they could be siblings, they could be best friends or anything similar, but you felt the string between you pulling you two closer and closer figuratively and literally. You caught him when he almost fell on his butt on the ice outside of the dance studio you worked at, he pulled you back when you stepped onto the ground when the lights turned red, you helped him get into a taxi and get inside his flat when he knocked himself out after a drinking night, and he accidentally held onto your hand when you were watching a horror movie together (or at least, he said that it was accidental). All of those moments might have been coincidental, but you wouldn’t have minded if they had been for real.

Dongheon must have felt the same because once when he pulled you with him when you were running to catch your bus, he didn’t let go of your hands when you sat down in a love-seat. You looked at your intertwined hands, and when he caught you staring, he merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Does it bother you? I think it’s rather comfortable,” he remarked with a subtle smile, casting you a curious glance nevertheless.

“It doesn’t bother me. I like it,” you agreed with heat flushing to your cheeks, and you had to look away before he could see the blossoms of burgundy tinting your rather pale skin. You sucked in a few deep breaths before turning back to him, but when you did so, he was closer than ever, and you almost bumped your head into his.

“Really? I like it, too,” he said in a rather cheeky tone, and his eyes were so mesmerizing, you just couldn’t bear yourself to look away, so you kept staring into those dark orbs, those hidden universes, and you wished you could capture this very moment; him being so close to you, your heart beating alongside his, and his breath fanning over your skin.

Sure, it might have been less intimate if you had just kissed him right then and there, and he might have felt the same way because he didn’t seal your lips tight, he merely let a boyish grin stretch over his lips that didn’t fade away even as your bus ride came to an end. He didn’t forget about your earlier confessions, so when he walked you home with his hands still in yours, he hovered over you gently and slowly, and kissed you while smiling to himself. He knew you wouldn’t push him away, he knew you would kiss him back, but what could you do? You were already weak for him.

But that was okay. He was your soulmate after all, and you were willing to fight by his side no matter what it would take to protect this love.

[perlingteez]

VeriVery as types of affection

Lee Dongheon: Share hugs, be warm towards them, include them in your social circle, enjoy their childlike side but also love their mature attitude, take them with you to birthday parties and intimate gatherings, dress up together and wear matching clothes, cook together, help them grow in areas they lack and celebrate their achievements.

Bae Hoyoung: Hugs hugs hugs, don't replace them with anyone or anything no matter the situation, compliment them and assure them that they are enough, share your private thoughts and feelings, paint or draw together, write a song with them, share aesthetics, gift them small things from time to time.

Hong Minchan: Enjoy their playful banters, help them find various ways to overcome their problems/troubles, always tell them your real feelings or thoughts about something, send them memes to cheer them up when they are down, start conversation or simply maintain contact.

Jo Gyehyeon: Attend to their needs and find out what they need, make sure that they feel loved & appreciated and accepted, laugh with them, go on adventures together, plan your future together, share exciting experiences with them.

Ju Yeonho: Be protective of them, don't let anyone cross them, do little things for them like bring them a glass of water or make them a small fruit platter while they are studying, remind them you care for them and reassure them that you won't leave their side.

Kim Yongseung: Make them feel happy and relive their stress, understand their warmth and gestures, make them a home cooked meal, boost their confidence around other people and when you are alone, share your passion and admiration.

Yoo Kangmin: Expresses your love for them physically, pat their head and give them hugs as often as possible, share interests and random facts, help them with homework or work related stuff, calm them down when they are worried or stressed, prepare meals for them. 

[hanbin-s-ssi]

Kinktober Day 3 : Multiple Orgasms from this prompt list

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. Iᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ

 [4:49pm 💌] Dongheon didn't know whether he should kiss her; so he could feel her jaw go slack and her lips drag sloppily against his every time he thrust particularly deep and hit her sweet spot-- or whether he should pull back to watch her fall part under him. The way her eyes slid shut and her teeth threatened to leave her pretty lips a bitten mess, the way her fingers coiled into the sheets and her breath exploded from her chest, her body curving into his. 

So many options. She was breathtaking either way.

His hand snaked between her torso and the soft bedding and came to rest against her neck, fingers splayed across her jaw as he drew her upwards, her back now pressed to his chest as he continued to grind into her. His free hand came to hook into her elbow and he pulled, curving her body even more. The hand she wasn't using to support herself was clinging limply to his wrist around her throat. They were a mess of strangled breaths and wet hair and whimpers and groans and he never wanted it to end. Every time Dongheon watched her come apart, he wanted to see it again, to feel her body shiver, the way her insides would clamp around him and make it difficult for him to want to pull out. So maybe she'd already cum a few times before, he wasn't keeping count. He just wanted it to happen again.

'You feel so good baby,' He breathed into her ear, satisfied with the way she whimpered and sobbed, tightening around his girth. He hummed and scattered kisses behind her ear and down the side of her neck, leaning back further onto his haunches to move his hand from her arm to around her waist, between her legs. Her fingernails dug into his wrist as she struggled to bring her thighs together in an effort to save herself from him; his fingers, long and pretty as they rubbed lazily at her swollen clit. He could feel her insides quaking around his length, her arousal drenching his fingertips and broken moans dripped down from her lips. 

'God, please,' she begged. 'I can't take any more.' Her hands weakly came to push at his abdomen behind her as he slowed with some effort. He was wondering when she would start to beg; she lasted one whole orgasm longer than last time and he was honestly surprised and became incredibly infatuated with her all over again.

'Are you sure?' He whispered into her ear, slowly pulling out again to push back in leisurely. He could feel her spasm and quake and it was so addictive. She was so addictive.

'Yes... please, please. I need to be able to walk tomorrow.'   

[9h4mn]

verivery

masterlist

— dongheon

none yet :)

— hoyoung

none yet :)

— minchan

none yet :)

— gyeheon

none yet :)

— yeonho

none yet :)

— yongseung

none yet :)

— kangmin

none yet :)

— all members

when i was in love // headcanons

love, it was a fleeting moment where they could feel a sense of belongingness. how does verivery cope up with the fact you are gone?  

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[kangminyoo]

DONGHEON ⭒ FREEZE!

200714 the show

[lovethoery]

can I have something really soft for vrvr dongheon? he just seems like the type who likes to be taken care of, despite his image lol

a/n: heonnie is absolutely so soft :( he loves to sit there and say he’s the oldest n the leader but the way he was acting during the last weekly idol episode begs to differ.

pairing: non-idol!dongheon + gn!reader

warnings: none? theres a shared bath and just domestic bliss

songs i listened to while writing: at last - etta james, toothpaste kisses - the maccabees, honey it’s alright - gregory alan isakov, all i’ve ever known - bahamas, straight from the heart - irma thomas

rain is beating down against the windows of your apartment and the heater has finally kicked in. the living room is a little chilly, socked feet tucked up underneath your butt as you sip a warm drink. the record player your boyfriend had bought you for your last birthday turns, at last by etta james playing softly throughout the space.

everything is calm and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel at least a little sleepy.

thunder rumbles across the sky and you blink slowly before the sound of the lock on the front door distracts you from the serene atmosphere. the door is pushed open with a loud schlick!, your boyfriend’s handsome face peeking in through the crack, then the rest of him. he soaked in rain water, and the serenity is shattered when you register just how hard the rain is actually coming down.

raindrops fall from the ends of his hair and the tip of his nose. his shirt is stuck to his skin, backpack falling to the floor with a plop.

“oh, heonnie,” you coo, standing from the couch. like a cliche straight out of a movie, the record ends and the two of you are left standing in silence. rain still pours outside and there are soft dripping noises against the hardwood.

your boyfriend stands in the hallway, frown on his face and eyes wide when they meet your own. dongheon is silent for a moment before he pouts harder and says, “it’s cold.”

a laugh bubbles up from your chest, and you’re immediately drawn to the man before you. your hands work at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders where it falls to the floor wetly. water pools at dongheon’s feet, sneakers soaked, and you do your best to avoid soaking your socks.

“let’s get you out of these clothes and into the bath, hm?” your voice is so soft when you speak, dongheon can’t help but melt at the sweetness of your words. he follows you without question when you begin to traipse to your shared bathroom.

dongheon’s shoes squeak across the floor, stopping only once you’ve reached the threshold of your carpeted bedroom. he’s quick to slip the soaked sneakers off, making a mental note to leave them on the balcony to dry and air out. your lover continues after you, clothes dropping every few feet until he’s only left in halfway-dry boxers and the chain you’d gifted him for your last anniversary. goosebumps dot his arms and you can see the way he shivers in the cold air of the bathroom.

clicking your tongue, you step forward to brush his wet hair from his face, fingers trailing down his cheek before you’re rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip. dongheon’s cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen and it makes you coo again, hands traveling over his shoulders, down his arms, and to his hands. holding them gently, you kiss across his knuckles.

“i’m gonna go off on a limb and say that this wasn’t even the worst part of your day, was it.” it’s more of a statement, than a question, and dongheon’s large stature shrinks under it, nodding gently. for the man in front of you to be so sheepish was a rare occasion. usually, he was taking care of you, catering to your every whim, waiting on you hand and foot. however, it was exam season and his job as a teacher’s assistant was biting him in the ass; he’e told you on several occasions that the students came to him with more complaints than questions, and the dance troupe he’d been coaching had seemed to call mutiny on his leadership.

“let me take care of you for a little while, okay?”

dongheon’s cheeks turn red now, warmth filling him from the top of his head to the tips of his cold, curling toes. he gives himself to you completely, allowing you to let go of his hands to start the bath.

it’s not often the two of you get a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss like this. and you’re determined to milk it for all it’s worth. dongheon isn’t fond of giving up his role as the nurturer, the lover, the carer. but, he thinks right now, watching you make sure the water’s the right temperature and picking out the sweet, lavender-rose bubble bath, he could stand to let you lead him a bit more often.

when the bubble’s reach the perfect height and the room smells of coziness, you turn to tug at the waistband of his boxers. dongheon’s chest flushes.

“you’d think after being together for this long you’d be less embarrassed about getting naked in front of me, heonnie.” there’s a smirk on your face, and dongheon whines, stepping forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“don’t make fun of me!” he cries, nuzzling his chilly nose against your neck. you squirm, wiggling away from him with a loud giggle.

“not making fun of you, baby. just want you to hurry into the bath. let me take care of you for a while.”

he can’t even bring himself to argue, moving away to peel his boxers off, quick to sink into the warm water of the bathtub. a loud sigh leaves his lips as dongheon’s eyes flutter shut. his body settles against the wall of the tub, limbs stretching out as far as they can go in the small space. pretty teeth display themselves as your boyfriend smiles dazedly. “thank you, honey,” he grins.

your heart clenches in the confines of your rib cage, feeling nothing but love for your partner. “you’re very welcome. now, what can i get started for dinner?”

dongheon looks like he’s been zapped by your words, looking up at you in shock. “you mean you’re not gonna sit with me? in this wonderful bath you’ve made?”

now it’s your turns to flush, though you blame it on the warmth of the steam. “i just... i thought...”

“baby, why don’t you sit a spell with me? then, we can make dinner together... let me love on you for a moment...”

[milkybonya]

V E R I V E R Y 🍊 Masterlist

Dongheon

rest ur bones (fluff)

Classmate Confession (fluff)

Hoyoung

Healing Prince (fluff+angst; read warning before reading)

Minchan

it’s you (enemies to lovers! soulmate!college!au)

Gyehyeon

Bad boy!Gyehyeon au - pt.1 / pt.2

Promise me I’ll see you again (angst prompt)

the little things (highschool!fluff)

Yeonho

Tag, you’re it ! (fluff)

permission to cuddle (friends to lovers!comfort fluff)

red for you (strangers to lovers! ft. verivery as an indie band)

Yongseung

you did well (fluff)

symbiotic (enemies to lovers!)

Kangmin

Amusement Park (fluff)