#vernon is so ethereal

[chansstolenlaptop]

Bro dropped a banger, and nobody noticed. Literally, my fav svt solo song

[lee-sanghyeok]

VERNON DIAMOND DAYS

[seokminfilm]

good god the haircut is making me feel things i thought i'd never feel again

have you ever seen a man so beautiful you started crying?

[diamonddaze01]

the old man’s bucket list

pairing: chwe hansol x f!reader | wc: 5.2k genre: uni!au, best friends to lovers | rating: pg warnings: use of recreational marijuana a/n: happy birthday vernon thank you for making my day // thank you to @ylangelegy and @gyubakeries for beta-ing!

summary: “So, anything you wanna do before you turn into a pile of withering bones, grandpa?”

The city hums softly around you, the crisp night air swirling between the two of you as you sit side by side on the roof of Vernon’s old car. Its engine has long since fallen silent, but the smell of gasoline still lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of weed. Your fingers curl around the joint, passing it back and forth, the brief flare of orange light casting shadows across your faces in an almost ethereal way. Time seems to slow, the hum of the city and the occasional creak of the car blending into a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat.

It’s a tradition you both started in your second year of college, when you’d caught him smoking on the roof late one night. He'd expected you to reprimand him, maybe even call him out for being reckless, but instead, you’d just pulled the joint from his hands and said, “Scoot over.”

And just like that, it became your thing. Now, seven years later, you always show up at his door the night before his birthday, joint and lighter in hand.

Vernon’s voice breaks through the comfortable quiet, low and hazy. “Dude,” he says, exhaling a cloud of smoke, watching it drift into the night. “I’m gonna be old this time tomorrow.”

You glance over at him, catching the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, the kind of uncertainty that comes when you realize you're edging toward something big, something real. His shoulders are slumped, and for a moment, you see the exhaustion that usually lies beneath the surface—the weight of years of late nights, papers, and the impending future of PhD deadlines.

“What do you mean?” you ask, your voice light, teasing.

He sighs, the sound more wistful than you expect. “I’m gonna be 27. And in a few months, I’ll have my PhD. We’ll be real adults. We’ll be... OLD.” His eyes meet yours, a little panicked, as if the weight of the statement just landed fully in his chest.

A burst of laughter escapes you, the sound of it floating through the night like a breath of relief. “So, anything you wanna do before you turn into a pile of withering bones, grandpa?” You nudge his shoulder with yours, just a touch, but it’s enough to make him smile, to make him breathe out a little easier.

He scoffs, but the joint dangles from his lips, his hand reaching for it again as he takes another drag. You watch, your eyes following the movement of his fingers, the way his knuckles flex slightly as he holds the joint. There’s something intimate about the way he moves, so effortlessly, and the thought catches you off guard.

When Vernon speaks again, he sounds so serious, his voice grounding you back to the moment. “Uh, I wanna TP a house,” he says, eyes narrowing like he’s formulating a master plan.

You can’t help it—laughter spills out of you, louder than expected. You shake your head, still giggling. “That’s your big dream before you’re old and crusty?”

“Shut up,” he mutters, but his lips are twitching into a grin. He smacks your arm, a playful jab, but it’s warm, like the flicker of the joint between you. “I’m serious, though. And I wanna crash a wedding, visit all seven continents, and... eat something with peanuts, just to see what happens.”

Your brows furrow, suddenly serious. “No. You’ll die from an allergic reaction, and I don’t need that on my conscience.” You swat at his arm for good measure, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

He pouts, mock-annoyed, but the playful glint in his eyes tells you it’s just for show. “Fine, but I’m putting it on the list anyway.”

You pull out your phone, and open a new note, tapping out the title the old man's bucket list. You wait, glancing at him expectantly. Vernon continues, adding more ridiculous things to the list, each one more absurd than the last. You smile, tapping the screen to close the note, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you.

But then, without warning, you’re up, pulling him to his feet. “Get up,” you say, your voice firm but playful. There’s something about the way the night feels that urges you to keep going, to make something out of the time you have left, to fill it with all the little things that make it memorable.

Vernon groans, the sound half-laughter, half-whine. “C’mon, I’m not in the mood for... whatever this is.”

You’re already pulling him, not giving him a chance to protest. “Get up, Vernon.” The tone is more insistent now, and he lets himself be dragged into motion, half-stumbling behind you as you tug him toward his apartment. He flops onto the couch with a sigh of exaggerated defeat, his body melting into the cushions like he’s been carrying the weight of the world all day. You’re barely inside the door when you march into his bathroom, grabbing the rolls of toilet paper from the cupboard. You march back out, the paper in hand, eyes twinkling with a plan that only you would think of.

“What are you gonna do with those?” he asks, eyebrows raised, his voice still laced with curiosity.

You glance at him, your grin widening. “Jihoon lives next door,” you say, as if it’s the most logical explanation in the world.

Before Vernon can even register the words, you’re already out the door, racing across the yard with toilet paper in hand. It’s only when you reach Jihoon’s front door that he catches up, blinking in disbelief. Without a second thought, you toss the first roll, watching it unfurl over Jihoon’s door like it’s the world’s strangest Christmas decoration.

Vernon laughs behind you, and the sound of it feels like a weight lifting from your chest. You reach back, grabbing his hand, and together, you hang the rest of the rolls on Jihoon’s doorstep, like you’re the most natural pair of pranksters this side of the universe.

But Jihoon? He’s never asleep, not even at 1 AM. The door creaks open, and he blinks at you both, confusion written all over his face. Before he can even say anything, you’re already pulling Vernon, laughing as you both run back toward the apartment, your fingers tangled together in that unconscious way that feels too comfortable for just two friends.

The laughter doesn’t stop when you get back inside, the kind of genuine, effortless laughter that makes everything feel lighter. And somewhere in the midst of it all, Vernon’s hand finds yours again, his fingers brushing against yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s warm, comforting, and as you pull away, he realizes how easy it is to fall into that space between being friends and... something more.

You grin at him, your voice a little softer now, playful but with an undercurrent of something deeper. “Wear a suit tomorrow.”

And just like that, you’re gone, leaving him standing there, wondering if maybe, just maybe, there’s something more to this madness between you two than either of you are willing to admit.

The next morning, Vernon’s eyes feel heavy, his head clouded from last night's antics, but he’s still half-smiling when he opens his door. He’s expecting the usual—more ridiculousness from you—but nothing can prepare him for what he sees.

You stand there, wearing the most gorgeous dress he’s ever seen you in—something long, flowy, and undeniably elegant. The soft fabric cascades down your body in a way that makes his heart skip a beat. You look... stunning.

Vernon blinks, his voice caught in his throat. “W-What... why do you look like that?”

You smirk, stepping forward, giving him a playful glance. “It’s part of the bucket list, grandpa. C’mon, we’re going to a wedding.”

Vernon’s jaw drops slightly, and his face turns a little red as he runs a hand through his messy hair. “Wait, what? We’re crashing a wedding... in that?” He gestures to your dress, still processing that you, his best friend, are suddenly this vision of... graceful.

You’re already out the door before he can form a proper sentence, the heels of your shoes clicking against the pavement in the early morning quiet. Vernon follows, still dumbfounded. It’s one of those mornings where everything feels like it’s moving faster than he can keep up, but he doesn’t mind. Not when you’re this... this.

A few blocks later, you pull up in front of a random church, your grin far too mischievous for its own good. Vernon stares at the building. He’d probably be a lot more freaked out if he weren’t still too stunned by how incredible you look in the dress, but he’s also starting to realize just how far you’re willing to take this.

“You sure this is... okay?” he asks, half-laughing, half-worried. “I mean, crashing a wedding? Isn’t that, like, illegal or something?”

You wink at him. “We’re fine. Trust me.”

Before he can argue, you grab his hand, pulling him toward the doors of the church. Inside, everything looks beautiful, from the soft, delicate flowers decorating the pews to the sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. The couple at the altar is oblivious to your presence as you slip in quietly, eyes gleaming with excitement.

You both slide into a back row, but the air feels electric with anticipation. Vernon’s not sure if it’s the ridiculousness of the situation, the fact that you look like you belong in a fairy tale, or the overwhelming tension that’s suddenly buzzing between you two, but he feels his pulse quicken.

You’re barely in your seats before the vows start. You nudge Vernon, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think they’re actually gonna stay together?”

Vernon turns to you, shaking his head slightly. “I’m pretty sure they don’t even know we’re here.”

You raise an eyebrow, looking at the happy couple. Then, with a grin, you lean in closer to him, your voice dripping with mischief. “You think they’ll notice if I shout ‘I object!’?”

Vernon’s eyes widen. “No,” he says urgently, grabbing your arm. “You are not doing that. We are not doing that.”

“Oh, come on, it’d be hilarious,” you tease, not at all deterred. “Besides, I feel like I’m in the movie. This is the part where I stand up and ruin everything.”

Vernon’s panicked gaze darts to the altar, and he places a hand over your mouth just as you start to open it to object. “I swear to God, if you do this, I’ll... I’ll...”

“What?” You smirk, your voice muffled by his hand. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

But he doesn’t let go, his grip firm as he leans in closer, whispering. “The worst that can happen is we get kicked out, fined, or thrown in jail, and then you’ll ruin my entire day because we’ll be banned from this city.”

You laugh, muffled by his hand, but there’s a gleam in your eye that tells him you’re not backing down anytime soon. Vernon doesn’t even have the energy to fight anymore. Instead, he sighs, dragging a hand down his face. "I swear you’ll be the death of me."

The vows continue, and you sit back, still chuckling to yourself. Vernon, exasperated, looks around, suddenly realizing just how out of place the two of you are. You’re both in the back row, too over-the-top for this humble little ceremony, but he can’t help but feel a little lighter—just from the absurdity of it all. With you by his side, nothing ever feels as serious as it should.

Finally, the ceremony ends, and you can’t help it—before Vernon can stop you, you leap up, grabbing his hand. You both make a hasty exit, laughing the entire way out the door, the sound echoing in the empty church. Vernon’s laugh is the best part of the whole thing, deep and full, and it sends a rush of warmth through your chest.

Once you’re safely out of sight, you both pause to catch your breath. Vernon is still laughing, his face flushed with the thrill of the moment.

“You’re insane,” he says, shaking his head.

You grin. “Yep. And that’s why you love me.”

He just rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “Alright, alright. What’s next on this bucket list of yours?”

You hand him a crude, hastily made "boarding pass," the kind that’s probably seen better days—ripped corners, hastily scribbled with a sharpie. "You said you wanted to visit all 7 continents, right?" you say, practically beaming with pride.

Vernon looks down at the ticket, his lips pressing into a thin line. He knows he should probably laugh, but there's something in the way your eyes shine as you hand it to him that makes his heart skip a beat. “This is your idea of a boarding pass?” he asks, trying to keep the smile tugging at his lips under control, though he can’t help it.

His gaze lingers on the ticket for a moment longer, the words "ALL 7 CONTINENTS: YOUR TRIP BEGINS NOW!" written in big, bold letters like you’re daring him to go along with it. And despite the absurdity of it all, he feels an inexplicable warmth bloom in his chest.

"Yep," you answer, already bouncing toward his apartment door with an exaggerated pep in your step, totally oblivious to the way he's looking at you, half-amused, half-enchanted. "Now, pack your bags. We’ve got to see the world."

When you finally make it back to Vernon’s apartment, he stops in his tracks, frozen in the doorway. His eyes scan the chaos in front of him—his sanctuary, his personal space, now overtaken by your well-meaning, insanity.

Vernon’s apartment has been transformed into a bizarre, mismatched world: cut-out penguins taped to the walls like some half-hearted tribute to Antarctica, and a jungle of fake plants—thank you, Joshua—cluttering every available surface. The idea behind it makes his head spin, and his first instinct is to laugh, but there’s a part of him that just feels... soft in the center. You did all this for him. For him.

His chest tightens at the thought.

The living room? Completely unrecognizable. Bright blue streamers drape over every chair and shelf, like the ocean swallowed the place whole, and scattered photos of Venice—Venice—are carelessly strewn about in what could only be described as a misrepresentation of Europe. A stuffed kangaroo sits in the corner, staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Vernon feels his face flush, certain he might just evaporate into the air at this point.

"Seriously?" he mutters, his voice thick with a mix of incredulity and something else he doesn’t know how to name. He stands at the edge of the room, eyes wide as he takes it all in. “Where the hell am I supposed to sit?”

You cross your arms, that signature grin of yours never fading. "It’s a very culturally immersive experience," you say, your tone so genuinely sincere that he can’t help but snort out a laugh.

Vernon blinks, still trying to make sense of it all. “Yeah, except this doesn’t look like any continent I’ve ever seen,” he complains, flopping down onto the couch, his eyes still glued to the stuffed kangaroo as if it’s personally offended him. “What continent is this supposed to be, huh?”

You gesture around the room as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Australia, obviously.” You pause, eyes narrowing in mock thought. “Okay, maybe just the kangaroo part. But the jungle’s definitely from there.”

Vernon sighs deeply, rubbing a hand over his face. He’s a mix of exasperated and... something else—something a little closer to fondness. He glances around the room again, his eyes landing on an inflatable globe sitting in the corner like it’s part of some weird interactive exhibit. It’s as if the world itself is laughing at him.

"Okay, okay," he groans, his voice muffled as he settles into the couch, practically sinking into the cushions in an effort to escape the madness. "What the hell did you do to my kitchen?"

You walk past him, an easy laugh falling from your lips. "Oh, you’re going to love this." You swing open the kitchen door, revealing an entire North Pole setup. His fridge has been transformed into some sort of igloo-like thing, fake snow covering every available surface. And there are more penguins than he’s ever wanted to count.

He stares at it for a moment, then looks back at you with that fond exasperation he can never quite mask. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”

Your eyes meet his, and for a fleeting second, he catches a glimpse of something deeper—something that makes his stomach flip. You’re grinning, the light in your eyes so full of life, and for the briefest moment, he wonders how he got so lucky to be the one you’re sharing all this with.

"You asked to see the world," you say easily, leaning against the doorframe. "You’re welcome, Vernon. The world’s right here, in your living room."

And just like that, his heart feels too big for his chest, like it might burst at any second. The world’s right here. All because of you.

Vernon rubs his temples, knowing full well that the chaos you've brought into his life isn't going anywhere. He’s resigned, but there’s a tenderness in his gaze as he looks at you. “I think I might actually melt into the floor,” he mutters, his voice a little softer than he intended.

You sit beside him, nudging him with your elbow. “Oh, come on. You’re living the dream.” The way you say it is so light, so carefree, but Vernon hears the underlying sincerity in your voice. And for a moment, it’s all too much—too good to be real.

“I didn’t even get a heads-up about the stuffed animals,” he says with a mock scowl. “I thought this was a serious bucket list item.”

“Oh, come on,” you tease, leaning into him and nudging him again. “Now, let’s check off some more, hm?”

Vernon looks at you then, really looks at you, his eyes softening as he lets out a sigh. "What’s next, then? Antarctica next door?"

You whip out your phone with a grin, tapping away at it. "Actually... now we’ve got a road trip to take. Remember that whole ‘see all 50 states’ thing on your bucket list?"

He groans but doesn’t protest. In fact, his heart’s beating a little faster than he’d like to admit as he watches you bounce around. He wishes he could say the words that have been stuck in his throat for ages, the ones that would make this whole ridiculous situation realer—I love you, you know. But the moment always seems to slip away before he can say it, like some elusive thing just out of reach. You grab his hand and drag him back out to your car, and the words die on his lips before he can say them.

"What are you dragging me into now?" he asks, half-laughing, half-dreading whatever you've come up with this time.

You stop, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Well, I had to convince some people to help us with this little idea," you say, voice dripping with sweet, sweet sarcasm.

As if on cue, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Mingyu appear out of nowhere, each of them holding huge posters of American landmarks. They're dressed in ridiculous outfits to match the theme, some of them in matching ‘I <3 NY’ shirts, others with neon-colored fanny packs, clearly ready to be part of your insanity. Vernon blinks a few times, not sure whether to laugh or scream.

"Wait... you're seriously making them walk around the car with these?" Vernon asks, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"Yep! That’s the plan!" you reply, already hopping into the driver's seat with a satisfied grin, completely unfazed by the absurdity that surrounds you.

Seungkwan shrugs, doing his best to strike a dramatic pose with the Statue of Liberty poster. "It’s for the art," he says flatly.

Minghao waves his own Yellowstone National Park sign with an exaggerated flair, practically in a full tourist getup. "I’m just here for the free snacks," he mutters, earning a chuckle from Mingyu, who’s got the Grand Canyon poster, looking as serious as possible.

Vernon, his hands on his hips, can’t help but laugh, shaking his head. "You people are out of your minds." But even as the absurdity sinks in, there's a smile tugging at his lips. Maybe it’s because he’s a little bit in love with how much you’ve thrown yourself into making his ridiculous bucket list a reality. Or maybe it’s because you’re dragging him into this whirlwind, and honestly, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

"Let’s get this show on the road," you say, revving the engine and pulling the car into gear.

"God help me," Vernon mutters under his breath, but the softness in his voice betrays the hint of a smile. "You’re insane."

"But you love me," you reply easily, your eyes dancing as you give him a sidelong glance.

Vernon shakes his head, but there’s a certain warmth in his gaze, the one that says he’s been in love with you for a while now, even if he’ll never admit it out loud. "Yeah, yeah... You’re lucky you’re cute."

"Good thing I know it," you tease back, your grin widening.

As you drive off, the posters still held aloft by your friends, Vernon finally lets himself sink back into the passenger seat. The road ahead is uncertain, and the bucket list items are absurd, but somehow, everything feels right with you by his side. Even if he can’t say it yet, a piece of his heart already belongs to you.

"You’re really dragging me into all of this, huh?" he asks softly, more to himself than you.

You shoot him a playful wink. "We’re just getting started, grandpa."

And with that, you hit the open road—toward the next absurd thing on his bucket list, and somewhere in the middle of it all, Vernon’s heart beats just a little bit faster.

Vernon learned long ago to not question you.  By now, he’s learned that resistance is futile. If he fights, you’ll just drag him along anyway. So instead, he sighs, settles into the passenger seat, and lets you drive him to God-knows-where, watching the scenery blur past in streaks of gold and amber as the sun dips lower on the horizon.

He only starts to get suspicious when you pull onto a dirt road, the hum of the city long behind you. The sky stretches wide and open above the fields, the last traces of daylight painting everything in soft pinks and oranges. It’s beautiful. It’s suspiciously beautiful.

"Okay," he finally says, shifting in his seat. "Where are we going?"

"You’ll see," you reply, that usual mischievous glint in your eye.

Vernon raises a brow but doesn’t push. He just watches as you drive deeper into nowhere, the road narrowing until you finally pull off into a clearing. There’s nothing but rolling fields around you, bathed in the fading light of sunset. No city lights, no noise, no people. Just you, him, and the sky.

"Alright," Vernon says slowly, stepping out of the car and stretching. "This is either a really elaborate set-up for a birthday party or the part where you murder me."

You snort, popping open the trunk. "Guess you’ll have to wait and see."

And then—before he can even begin to process—he watches as you start pulling out the single most ridiculous thing he’s ever seen.

A comically large telescope.

Not just any telescope. He recognizes it immediately.

"Wait. Is that Seokmin’s?"

You grin as you struggle to set it up. "Yep. He was in his ‘astrology era’, remember?"

"Astronomy," Vernon corrects, but he’s laughing now, shaking his head. "He still says it’s not a phase."

"He says they’re basically the same thing," you reply, adjusting the telescope’s stand. "Which is wrong, but whatever. I borrowed it for the night."

Vernon snorts, but something warm tugs at his chest when he notices the rest of your setup. A blanket is spread out over the grass, weighed down by a half-unpacked picnic. You even brought pillows—like you planned for the two of you to stay here for a while.

"You really thought this through," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck.

You glance up at him, and for a moment, there’s no teasing in your expression—just something soft, something open. "Well, yeah," you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "You said you wanted to go stargazing."

And just like that, something tight in Vernon’s chest loosens.

It’s strange. He’s always been the type to keep things close, to let feelings sit in his throat, unsaid. But with you, everything is so effortless, so natural. Even when you’re dragging him on ridiculous adventures, even when you’re borrowing absurdly large telescopes from friends who definitely did not consent to this specific use—being with you has never felt like work.

He doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t. Instead, he sits beside you on the blanket, listening to the quiet hum of the wind as the first stars flicker to life in the sky.

You nudge him toward the telescope. "Go on, look."

Vernon leans in, adjusting the focus until the blurred lights sharpen into something breathtaking. A thousand tiny pinpricks of light, stretching endlessly into the dark.

"Cross it off," you murmur, passing him your phone.

He takes your phone, stares at the list that has been slowly dwindling in size all day. He stares at stargazing for a long moment before finally pressing the checkbox.

You grin. "So? Worth it?"

He looks at you, at the way the stars reflect in your eyes, at the way you’re just watching him like you’re memorizing this moment.

Something about it makes his throat go dry.

"Yeah," he says softly. "Worth it."

For a while, neither of you say anything. The air between you is heavy with something unspoken, something real. But for once, Vernon doesn’t feel the urge to fill the silence. He just lets it settle, lets himself exist here—under the stars, beside you, with the whole world stretched out before him.

And in the distance, his phone vibrates.

Seokmin.

SEOKMIN [9:32 PM]: tell me ur respecting my telescope. photos NOW.

Vernon chuckles under his breath. You peek open one eye, already reaching for your phone.

"Should I send him a blurry one just to piss him off?" you ask, smirking.

Vernon shakes his head, but the laughter comes easily now. "You’re evil."

"But you love me," you reply, grinning.

He doesn’t answer right away. Just watches as you type out a response, as your face glows faintly in the light of the screen.

Something about it—about all of this—makes his heart ache.

Maybe he’ll say it. Maybe he won’t.

For now, he just lets himself enjoy the now. The stars above. The warmth beside him. The possibility of everything still waiting to come.

And with that, he leans back, staring at the sky, listening to your laughter carry into the night.

The stars have shifted overhead by the time you make your way back to the car, the air cooler now, crisp with the quiet hum of crickets in the distance. The field stretches wide and endless around you, bathed in soft moonlight. Vernon watches as you rummage through the trunk, muttering something under your breath before you emerge, cradling something vaguely lumpy in your hands.

He squints. "What... is that?"

You grin, setting it carefully on the picnic blanket. "A vaguely peanut-shaped cake."

He stares at it. "I—why?"

"For the plot," you say, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "And because I know you would complain you never got to eat anything with peanuts in it, so this is the best compromise you’ll get."

Vernon exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You really did all this for me?"

"Obviously," you say, rolling your eyes before settling beside him, pulling a lighter from your pocket. A single candle stands at the center of the cake, flickering to life as you shield it from the gentle breeze with your hand.

"Now make a wish before the wind does it for you," you tell him, voice lighter than the moment actually feels.

Vernon hesitates, gaze flickering from the candle to you. The glow reflects in your eyes, turning them impossibly warm, impossibly bright. He swallows.

He doesn’t know how to say it—how to explain that he doesn’t need a wish. That you’ve somehow managed to take a list he thought about years ago, half-joking, half-dreaming, and made every absurd little thing real. That without him realizing it, somewhere between the wedding-crashing, the zany decorations in his apartment, and you pulling off ridiculous crap just to make him laugh, you’ve become the thing he never even thought to write down.

The only thing that’s ever really mattered.

He closes his eyes, breathes in, and blows the candle out.

When he opens them, you’re already smiling at him.

And suddenly, everything tilts.

Because in that moment, with the stars stretched wide above you and the warmth of your gaze steady on him, Vernon realizes that if he doesn’t say something now, he might never get the chance again.

"So, grandpa," you tease, nudging him, trying to pull him back into the lighthearted rhythm you always fall into. "Ready to become a pile of bones? Accomplished everything on your list?"

He frowns. Shakes his head. And only feels mildly bad for the way your shoulders drop just a little, your teasing smile faltering for the first time all night.

"There’s one more thing," he murmurs softly, setting the cake aside between you.

You blink, tilting your head. "Huh? I thought we—"

But before you can finish, he reaches for you—loops an arm around your waist, pulls you in without hesitation. His other hand comes up to your face, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek before he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. He lets his fingers linger there, his touch impossibly gentle.

You smile now, smaller, softer, your voice barely above a whisper. "What’s the last thing, Vern?"

His heart hammers against his ribs.

He doesn’t answer. Just leans in, slow but certain, closing the space between you. And when his lips finally meet yours, he swears the whole world tilts again, but this time, it doesn’t feel so dizzying.

This time, it feels like something finally settling into place.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours, his voice unsteady but sure when he finally speaks.

"I think," he murmurs, his thumb tracing a slow, absentminded circle against your waist, "I was supposed to fall in love with you a long time ago."

You blink, your breath catching in your throat.

He exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "But, uh. I think I got distracted by how annoying you are."

A scandalized gasp escapes you, but he’s already grinning, ducking his head to catch your lips in another kiss before you can hit him.

And for the first time in his life, there’s nothing left unchecked.

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Secret Cupid is an event dedicated to gaining new community and interactions. Within this event I have assigned each writer a random fellow writer to curate a fic around. They were given some guidelines, such as what their giftee's favorite tropes were, but other than that were given full creative freedom. So you can expect to enjoy a wide array of stories, from smut to angst to romance.

This project was launched back in November to help expand community, to interact with writers you wouldn't have interacted with otherwise. And so please take advantage of the variety of stories below and enjoy!

The fics will be released during the full week of Valentine's. Each fic will be added to the masterlist below as it is released. If you would like to be tagged with each addition, please leave a comment below!

Thank you, and have a happy Valentine's!

𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪-𝓼

「 ♥ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈��𝐓 ♥ 」

✎ @bitchlessdino for alta 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: good roommates don't ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― xu minghao x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: meet-ugly, strangers to roommates to lovers, college au, barista au, down bad!reader, mentions of band, brief bdsm, mc fell first he fell harder, cum swapping, spitting, oral (giving and receiving), face riding, unprotected sex ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: Xu Minghao had been the most ethereal being you've ever laid your eyes on to the point being unable of functioning like a normal person, but now you're roommates. Only time will tell when you lose your mind keeping your hands to yourself, so there needed to be a list of things you don't do if you wanted to be a good roommate.

✎ @chanranghaeys for lexi 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: complementary wavelengths ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― chwe vernon x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: professor vernon x teacher reader, non-idol au, distant college friends to -, first love ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: wouldn’t falling in love with your research partner compromise the integrity of the research study? you had no idea. but if that were the case, then you were in for some major trouble.

✎ @ddeonghwa-s

✎ @diamonddaze01 for adrianne 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: bound by blood and fate ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― joshua hong x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: assassin!shua, hacker!reader, red string of fate au ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: “Tell me something, soldier,” you whispered, your voice low, carrying just enough venom to draw blood. “Does your fate feel like a noose?”

✎ @gyuhanniescarat

✎ @haologram

✎ @heechwe for ally 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: anything for you ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― jeon wonwoo x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: smut n romance, best friends to lovers au, drunk confession ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: Wonwoo has been your best friend forever. And maybe something more could be in the cards with a mature, sophisticated confession. Or a lot of alcohol.

✎ @jenoslutie

✎ @kpopflowerfield

✎ @kwanisms for cherry 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: HELP! My Neighbor is an Alien a Porn Star ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― hong jisoo x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: fluff (in the form of comedy), smut (hella); sex work, porn industry, neighbors to lovers; non idol au, alien au, porn star au ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: Neighbors come and go and for Y/N, this is inevitable. Which is why she never bothered to get to know her neighbors. She owns her townhouse while the two on either side of her are rentals. When a new neighbor moves in, she doesn’t think much of it until she sees the extremely attractive and single man moving in next door. She learns his name is Joshua and that there’s more than meets the eye; a whole lot more.

✎ @lovetaroandtaemin for bambi 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: team building ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― kwon soonyoung x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: Smut, angst, fluff, some crack ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: When Y/N and her annoying coworker Soonyoung are forced to share a hotel room during a business trip, tensions are high.

✎ @nebulousbrainsoup

✎ @seokgyuu for eunha 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: hate u love u ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― choi seungcheol x f!reader x yoon jeonghan ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: smut, comedy, established relationship, enemies/rivals to lovers, academic rivals ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: Before you started dating Seungcheol, you had been best friends with him for all of your life. Simultaneously, Seungcheol has been best friends with Jeonghan - whom you despise. He has been your rival since first grade and not just in terms of Seungcheol’s friendship but everything else too. Academics, sports, and now the attention of one very special professor who could open every door you ever wished to open…

✎ @shuadotcom for jessi 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: strawberry sunday ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― yoon jeonghan x fem!reader x kim mingyu ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: smut, best friend’s brother, fuckbuddies (is this a trope???) non!idol au, pwp ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: When your best friend is away, you and Jeonghan always find time to play. This time he invites his friend to play along and things get a little messy - in the literal sense.

✎ @soongyeopsal for sky 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: friends & family ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― chwe vernon x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: humor, smut, pwp / best friend’s brother, friends to lovers ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: Hansol gives you a deal that you didn’t even need to bargain for.

✎ @strxwberry-skiess

✎ @svtiddiess for hanuel 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: the fae in my heart ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― xu minghao x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: fae husband hao, fluff, hurt/comfort, slight angst, happy ending, established relationship, non-idol! au, fantasy! au ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: Overwhelmed with work, you begin to neglect your husband without realising it. Ignoring his quiet efforts to care for you and accidentally destroying something he poured his heart into creating, you wound him deeply. Can you mend the rift, regain his love, and earn his forgiveness?

✎ @tusswrites

✎ @uhdrienne for jasmine 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: the embodiment of grace and deviousness ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― choi seungcheol x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: sfw, fluff, angst, mafia au, soulmate au ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: as an author, it's almost poetic that your soulmate tattoo would be a flower. actually... half a flower. a snapdragon, to be exact. the petals on your arm, the vines on seungcheol's. it's even more cliche when you meet him on valentine's day. to you it means grace, but for seungcheol, he still has zero idea on what flower his tattoo is. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious at all, but during this season of love, you're about to figure out exactly what this all means for you and him, the leader of the city's most dangerous mafia.

✎ @yoonguurt for rachel 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

˚ ⋆ ୨୧― title: shit, i'm a simp too ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― lee jihoon x fem!reader ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― tags: fluff, smut, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers ˚ ⋆ ୨୧― synopsis: Jihoon always joins in when his group of friends makes fun of Mingyu for being a simp for his girlfriend. It isn’t that he thinks that a man shouldn’t go above and beyond for their significant other, it’s just that he hasn’t had a girlfriend that makes him want to go that far. Maybe one day, though.

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen eat their s/o's cooking

cw: food mentions

requested by anon >_< i am a Softie so u can bet that all of these r ridiculously fluffy

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seungcheol, mingyu, chan

insists on setting the table like you're about to have a whole-ass michelin star dinner, with candles and fancy crystal glasses and a heavy tablecloth and everything, because in his eyes, your cooking is worthy of only the best presentation and delicate table setting. offers to help cook every time, and when you vehemently deny his help and tell him to just sit there and look pretty until you're done, he can't help but chuckle at your seriousness and the utter assuredness you command in the kitchen. gazes at you across the table with such fond eyes, the candlelight making you appear even more ethereal, because he's just so in awe that he has the privilege of being loved like this by someone as incredible as you

jeonghan, seungkwan, vernon

clasps his hands together over the tabletop and watches you cook the entire time, alternating between talking about the most random things and just sitting there and peering interestedly as you chop vegetables and sauté onions. he is wholeheartedly supporting you, and treats the entire dinner like some sort of couple bonding activity, where he asks you about your day and how you made everything. it's his way of showing his interest, and he Will finish his plate along with a second portion, insisting that your cooking is just that good. and it really, really is, partly because you always let him pick the menu, and partly because it's cooked by you

wonwoo, woozi, minghao

you wait on tenterhooks for his verdict bc he always has the most serious food critic face on when he's tasting your cooking. and when he delicately wipes his mouth and gives you an approving nod, you can't help the way you beam in happiness and relief every single time. despite the food critic face, however, deep down you know that he's going to inhale practically all of his plate in one go, because there's something so sweet about you cooking for him, where he gets to relax and swing his legs over on the island chairs and watch u prepare everything for him. won't let you cook all the time, though. because you're still his sweet darling and he should be the one to pamper you the most

joshua, junhui, dokyeom, hoshi

has barely taken half a bite before he's gasping and his eyes are going wide and he's declaring that it's the best thing he's ever had, hands down, gordon ramsay be damned, you're the best chef in the entire world. you slap him on the arm for his exaggeration, laughing, and eventually he relents and tells you incredibly genuinely what his thoughts are. he really does love your food, though, and he will Not stop praising it for the entire night until you're all shy and blushing and practically shoving food into his mouth to get him to stop. clears away the dishes afterwards, insisting that you've done enough work so why don’t you take out that cake from the fridge and relax and let him take care of the washing up for u baby, okay?

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[ginxyy]

lollapalooza and Denim

- Denim is always a good idea. Even more so when its on a man called Minghao

The lights dimmed in the vast expanse of the Lollapalooza stage, casting a vibrant ambiance that seemed almost otherworldly. The last notes of the concert echoed in the air, but my heart was still racing, thrumming to the rhythm of every song Minghao and the other members of Seventeen had performed that night. I had come to support Vernon, my boyfriend and Minghao’s longtime friend, but as I watched the dazzling display of talent unfold before me, there was only one person I could see Minghao.

He was a vision on stage, drenched in the glow of the spotlights, his denim ensemble hugging every sculpted curve of his body just right. The way his slicked-back blonde hair caught the light made him look almost ethereal, a celestial being moving effortlessly across the stage. Each fluid dance move, every powerful note sung was a declaration of passion, one that sent shivers down my spine.

But it wasn't just his talent that entranced me; it was the electricity that seemed to pulse between us. Minghao had always held a magnetic allure, one that danced on the edges of our friendship.

A connection that had grown deeper and more complex over time. I could feel it intensifying under the layers of the music and the screams of the adoring crowd, wrapping around us like an invisible thread, pulling us closer together, even as I stood there, hands intertwined with Vernon’s, my heart heavy with a mix of emotion.

As the concert came to an end, the audience erupted into applause, the sound thundering like waves crashing against the shore. My eyes sought out Minghao, and once he caught my gaze, a sly smile broke across his face, igniting a fire deep within me. He beckoned me with a subtle tilt of his head, a silent invitation that sent my heart racing. I knew I shouldn’t respond, that I should remain rooted to the spot beside Vernon, but the allure of Minghao was impossible to resist.

After the final bow, I felt an irresistible pull, and before I knew it, I was slipping away from Vernon’s side. The thumping beat of my heart drowned out the world around me as I navigated through the crowd, my instinct guiding me toward the back exit where I found Minghao waiting, his breath heavy and cheeks flushed from the performance.

“Hey,” he murmured, excitement glimmering in those dark, expressive eyes.

“Hey,” I replied, a shiver crawling up my spine at the intimacy of the moment, the closeness that hung in the air between us.

“You were amazing tonight,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. I was almost entranced by him, caught in a web of emotion that spun thick and sticky around both of us.

His smile widened, the corners of his mouth lifting, revealing a confidence that was both charming and intoxicating. “You always say that, but tonight felt different,” he admitted, stepping slightly closer. There was an urgency in his tone, a kind of desperation that made every nerve in my body sing. I was hyper-aware of the warmth radiating from him, an electric connection sparking between us.

It was a dance of glances, stolen moments, and lingering touches. My heart fluttered with guilt and fire, knowing that I should be thinking of Vernon, yet all I could focus on was the energy that had always been so palpable between Minghao and me. There was an intensity in those moments, a heat that burned bright enough to set the world aflame, and in that instant, I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in him.

“Let's get out of here,” Minghao said suddenly, breaking me from my reverie as he grabbed my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to pull away, to remember who I was with, but my heart raced with rebellion, the draw to Minghao too powerful to ignore. So, I let him lead me.

We found a quiet spot away from the chaos, a small alcove that felt like our own hidden world, away from the watchful eyes of fans and friends. The sound of the music faded into a thrumming background hum as we stood there, close enough that I could feel the heat emanating from him, my stomach twisting with uncontrollable longing. There was an unsaid understanding between us, heavy with the weight of what we both felt but couldn’t fully articulate.

“Minghao…” I started, but the words twisted in my throat, stuck and tangled with the conflicting emotions flooding my mind.

He took a step closer, his face mere inches from mine, the intensity of his gaze pulling me in like a moth to a flame. “I’ve wanted to talk to you about this for so long.” His voice was low and serious, causing a ripple of excitement to run through me. “There’s always been something between us. You know that, right?”

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. The truth hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. It felt like stepping onto the edge of a cliff, the thrill of the leap overshadowed only by the fear of the fall. Minghao brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and the softness of his touch sent shivers cascading down my spine.

“I don’t want to come between you and Vernon,” he continued, his voice steadying despite the tumult of emotions swirling around us.

“Neither do I,” I confessed, my voice tremulous. “But when I’m with you…” The sentence hung unfinished, as the weight of my feelings pressed against my chest, demanding to be acknowledged.

He closed the distance between us, his breath ghosting over my lips. “But when you’re with me…” he mirrored my thought, and our gazes locked in a moment charged with unsaid possibilities.

In that instant, surrounded by the afterglow of music and the lingering scent of sweat and excitement, the world outside faded to a whisper. All that mattered was the thrum of my heart and the way his eyes searched mine, catching fire with an intensity that begged us to act.

With that small, insistent gravity, everything shifted. Our hands found each other again, fingers intertwining in a desperate embrace as unspoken words exploded between us. Without thinking, I leaned forward, caught in the undertow of our connection, the barrier of guilt falling away like fragile glass.

Our lips met, soft and tentative at first, but then as if all the pent-up longing collapsed into that one moment a fire ignited, fierce and undeniable.

With every brush of Minghao’s lips against mine, I felt the war between my heart and mind fizzle out, consumed by the passion that enveloped us. My heart raced. The world was a blur outside our embrace, the concert fading into a distant memory as I sank into the kiss, wanting only to lose myself entirely in him, at least for this fleeting moment in time.

But even as my body succumbed to the heat of the moment, a quiet voice nagged at the back of my mind. I was still holding onto a thread of reality a life with Vernon and the warmth of his affection. I dreaded what this would mean, the chaos that this moment of passion would bring. But Minghao felt like a different kind of love, uncharted waters that stirred a kind of desire I hadn't known I was searching for.

As we pulled apart, breathless and slightly dazed, I looked into his eyes, a mix of elation and angst swirling within me. I was standing on the precipice of something beautiful and terrifying all at once a moment that buzzed with potential, a dangerous love that beckoned me closer.

The air between us hung thick with tension, the taste of Minghao’s lips still lingering on mine. His eyes bore into me, dark and consuming, pulling me deeper into a vortex of desire and confusion. I had never felt anything like this before this overwhelming attraction that threatened to unravel everything I had built with Vernon. My heart pounded in my chest, an erratic drumbeat that matched the intensity of Minghao’s gaze.

For a moment, neither of us moved, the world outside reduced to a hazy blur as if we were suspended in time, trapped in this secret corner of the universe where nothing else mattered. The sharp scent of sweat and the fading echo of the crowd filled the air, but my senses were entirely attuned to him Minghao. His presence consumed me, like wildfire, spreading through every nerve in my body, burning away any rational thought. The guilt I had felt moments ago flickered like a dying ember, overwhelmed by the raw magnetism between us.

I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine, soft yet demanding, as though he had been waiting for this moment as long as I had. The electricity that had sparked between us on stage now seemed to hum through the air around us, making it difficult to think of anything other than the way his touch had sent shivers down my spine.

“Minghao…” I whispered again, the weight of his name heavy on my tongue, filled with all the questions I couldn’t bring myself to ask. What were we doing? How could I face Vernon after this? But even as those thoughts tried to take root, I found myself stepping closer to him, pulled by a force I couldn’t resist.

His breath hitched slightly, his eyes flickering with an emotion I couldn’t quite place desire, yes, but also something deeper, something dangerous. His hand, still warm from the stage lights and the intensity of his performance, slid slowly up my arm, tracing a path of fire along my skin. I trembled under his touch, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed at me to stop.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed, his voice low and rough, vibrating with a hunger that matched my own. His words struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending a rush of heat through me. I had always known there was something between us, a connection that went beyond friendship, but hearing him say it aloud made it real in a way I hadn’t been prepared for.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Minghao… we can’t…” The words felt hollow even as I said them, my voice faltering under the weight of the moment.

“Can’t we?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. His breath was warm against my skin, and every inch of me ached with the need to be closer to him, to feel the full weight of his body pressed against mine. The logic that had been desperately trying to keep me tethered to reality was slipping away, dissolving into the overwhelming sensation of him, of us.

I gasped softly as his hand found the small of my back, pulling me against him, the heat between us flaring like a flame stoked by desire. The soft material of his denim jacket rubbed against my skin, and I could feel every inch of himthe hard lines of his chest, the rapid rise and fall of his breath. My hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, clutching at the fabric as though it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

He tilted his head, his lips grazing my jawline, igniting sparks of pleasure that rippled through me. Every touch, every brush of his skin against mine, made it harder to think, harder to remember why this was wrong. I was losing myself in him, in the way he made me feel alive, electrified, like I was on the edge of something thrilling and dangerous.

His lips moved to my neck, pressing a trail of soft, burning kisses that left me breathless. I let out a soft moan, the sound of it swallowed by the hum of the distant crowd, but Minghao heard it felt it. His grip on me tightened, and I could feel his restraint beginning to fray, unraveling as quickly as my own resolve.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against my skin, his voice a strained plea, as though he was fighting his own battle. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

But I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to stop. My silence spoke louder than words, and he must have heard my unspoken answer because the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine again, fiercer this time, more desperate. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty just raw, unfiltered desire. I kissed him back with the same intensity, pouring everything I felt into that kiss, as though it was the only way to make sense of the chaos swirling inside me.

His hands roamed my body, exploring the curves and planes with a kind of reverence that made my heart race even faster. He pulled me closer, and I could feel the heat of him seeping through his clothes, melding with mine. It was intoxicating the way he touched me, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered in that moment. Every kiss, every caress, made the line between right and wrong blur until it didn’t exist at all.

But then, as if the universe was intent on reminding me of the consequences, a voice broke through the fog of desire.

“Hey… what the hell is going on?”

I froze, my heart dropping into my stomach. Minghao pulled back, his expression shifting from one of pure desire to something darker, more guarded. I turned slowly, dread pooling in my chest, and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw him joshua, standing just a few feet away, his eyes wide with shock and something else… hurt.

His gaze darted between Minghao and me, the confusion clear in his expression. He had seen us. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, the weight of what we had just done crashing down on me with brutal force. My mind raced, a thousand excuses and explanations swirling in a frantic whirlwind, but none of them made it past my lips.

“Joshua…” I stammered, my voice barely audible, but I had no idea what to say. What could I say?

Joshua’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of disbelief and betrayal flashing across his face. “What are you doing? Does Vernon know about this?”

The mention of Vernon’s name felt like a dagger to the heart, twisting painfully as the reality of what I had done began to settle in. I had kissed Minghao. I had let myself get carried away by the pull between us, but Vernon… he was still out there, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind the scenes.

“No, he doesn’t,” Minghao said, his voice calm but edged with something I couldn’t quite place. He took a step forward, his posture protective, as if he was ready to shield me from the fallout. “And it’s better if it stays that way.”

Joshua’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. “Are you serious? Minghao, this is Vernon we’re talking about. He’s your friend.”

“I know that,” Minghao snapped, his tone harsher than I’d ever heard it. “You think I don’t know what this means?”

Joshua shook his head, frustration written all over his face. “Then why are you doing this? Why would you risk everything for… for a moment?”

Minghao’s expression softened, and for a brief second, his gaze flickered to me, filled with the same intensity that had ignited everything between us. “Because it’s not just a moment, Josh. It’s more than that.”

Joshua scoffed, his disbelief palpable. “More? Minghao, you’re playing with fire, and you’re going to get burned. Both of you.”

I stood there, trapped between the two of them, the weight of my guilt and the gravity of the situation pressing down on me like a heavy stone. My mind was spinning, my emotions a tangled mess of regret, desire, and fear. Joshua was right. This was dangerous. What had I done?

“Minghao…” I began, my voice trembling, but I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. I didn’t know what to do.

Minghao’s hand found mine, squeezing gently as if to reassure me, but it only made the knot of anxiety in my chest tighten. I couldn’t ignore the gravity of what had just happened, the implications it had for all of us for me, for Minghao, and especially for Vernon.

Joshua shook his head again, taking a step back as though the sight of us together was too much to bear. “You need to figure this out,” he said, his voice low and filled with disappointment. “But I’m telling you now, this isn’t going to end well.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving us standing there in the aftermath of our impulsive, reckless actions. The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of Joshua’s words hanging in the air like an impending storm.

I pulled my hand from Minghao’s, stepping back, my breath shaky as I tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions crashing through me. “This was a mistake,” I whispered, though my heart ached as I said the words.

Minghao’s eyes darkened, hurt flickering across his face, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded, the tension between us still thick, still simmering just beneath the surface.

But I knew Joshua was right. This wasn’t going to end well.

Minghao’s eyes bore into mine, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the tension thickened between us. Joshua’s departure should have brought clarity, but instead, it ignited something more primal within both of us a shared understanding that this moment, however forbidden, wasn’t over. The gravity of what had just happened hung in the air, but neither of us was ready to acknowledge it. Not yet.

The pulse of our shared desire was undeniable, even with the weight of guilt pressing down on me. I could feel it the way my body was still drawn to him, the fire between us refusing to fizzle out despite the storm of emotions swirling in my mind. My gaze drifted back to Minghao, who was watching me with a look that sent a shiver down my spine, filled with longing and intensity.

His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he took a step toward me, the air crackling with tension. The dim lighting of the alcove cast shadows across his face, accentuating the sharpness of his features. His expression was conflicted, but his eyes were dark, hungry, as if he was waging a war between what he knew was right and the undeniable pull he felt toward me. The restraint he had shown earlier was beginning to fray.

“I don’t want this to end,” he said, his voice low and rough, like he was holding himself back by a thread.

My breath hitched, and my heart raced as the weight of his words crashed into me. Every logical thought screamed at me to pull away, to put distance between us, but my body betrayed me. I wanted him, craved the touch of his lips on mine again, needed the way he made me feel like no one else ever had. Even with Joshua’s warning ringing in my ears, I couldn’t stop the flood of emotions coursing through me.

Before I could say anything, Minghao’s hands were on me, gripping my waist firmly as he backed me up against the cold wall of the alcove. The hard surface met my back with a soft thud, sending a jolt through me that only heightened my awareness of how close he was. His body pressed against mine, and I could feel every inch of him solid, warm, and intoxicating. The heat radiating from him was almost unbearable, every nerve in my body on high alert.

“Minghao”.. I started, but my voice broke off as his lips crashed against mine, cutting off any protest I might have had. His kiss was desperate, filled with a kind of raw intensity that took my breath away. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing tentative just pure, unfiltered need. My hands instinctively flew to his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if I could anchor myself to him and make sense of the chaos inside me.

His lips moved against mine with a kind of urgency that matched the rapid pounding of my heart, and I could feel the way his body trembled slightly, like he was holding back from completely losing control. But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him, needed him, in a way that both thrilled and terrified me.

I gasped as he broke the kiss, only to trail his lips down my jawline, leaving a burning path in their wake. His breath was hot against my skin, and my head tipped back involuntarily, exposing the column of my neck to him. Minghao didn’t hesitate. His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin just below my ear, and I let out a soft moan as the sensation rippled through me, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

He sucked gently at first, but then his lips tightened around the delicate skin, the pressure intensifying as he left a mark—his mark. The realization that he was claiming me, branding me as his in that moment, sent a thrill of excitement through me that I couldn’t suppress. My fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on, silently begging him for more.

“Minghao, please…” I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for, but I knew I needed more of him, needed to feel the full weight of his desire for me.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze dark and smoldering with a mix of emotions I couldn’t fully decipher. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve wanted this for so long… to feel you like this… to be this close.”

His words sent a shiver through me, my entire body humming with the intensity of the moment. There was something in the way he spoke, in the desperation that laced his voice, that told me this was more than just physical for him. This was something deeper, something that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair, which had become slightly disheveled from the heat of the moment. “I’ve wanted this too,” I confessed, my voice trembling with the weight of the truth. “I’ve tried to deny it, but… I can’t anymore.”

Minghao groaned softly at my admission, and before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine again, kissing me with even more urgency than before. His hands roamed my body, sliding down my waist and over the curve of my hips, pulling me impossibly closer. The rough texture of the wall behind me contrasted sharply with the heat of his body pressed against mine, and it only heightened the sensation, making everything feel even more intense.

His lips left mine again, trailing down the side of my neck, and I felt the unmistakable sting of his teeth grazing my skin. My breath caught in my throat as he bit down gently, leaving another mark, and then soothed the spot with his tongue. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, sending waves of heat coursing through me. I could feel his need for me in every touch, every kiss, and it matched my own.

“Minghao…” I breathed, my voice shaking with a mixture of desire and anticipation. My hands slid down his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, the heat of his skin seeping through the fabric. I needed to feel more of him, needed to drown in this moment with him.

His mouth moved lower, sucking at the hollow of my throat before trailing down to the exposed skin just above the neckline of my shirt. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive flesh there, his hands gripping my waist as if he was afraid I might slip away. But I wasn’t going anywhere. I was as lost in this as he was, consumed by the fire that had ignited between us.

His hands slid up my sides, brushing against the hem of my shirt, and I gasped as his fingers grazed the bare skin of my stomach. Every touch sent a spark of electricity through me, making it harder to think, harder to focus on anything but the way his hands felt on my body.

“I need you,” he whispered against my skin, his voice low and rough with want. “I need to feel you… all of you.”

The intensity of his words made my heart race even faster, and I couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through me at the thought of what he was asking for. I knew I shouldn’t want this, knew I was crossing a line I couldn’t uncross, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The need for him was overwhelming, consuming every rational thought until all that was left was the primal desire to be as close to him as possible.

Without thinking, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head in one swift motion. Minghao let out a soft grunt as the fabric slid over his skin, and then he was back on me, his lips finding mine again in a kiss that was hot and demanding. His bare chest pressed against mine, the heat of his skin almost too much to bear, but I craved it craved the way his body felt against mine, the way his touch sent shivers of pleasure through me.

His hands roamed my body with newfound urgency, sliding under my shirt and skimming over my bare skin. The feel of his fingers on my flesh was electric, sending waves of heat coursing through me. I gasped against his lips as he tugged my shirt up, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head and toss it aside. The cool air hit my exposed skin, but the warmth of his body pressed against mine made up for it, and I shivered at the sensation of his bare chest against me.

Minghao’s lips moved down to my collarbone, kissing and sucking at the skin there, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Each one sent a thrill of pleasure through me, making me arch into him, desperate for more. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, and I could feel the hard line of his body pressing against mine, the heat between us almost unbearable.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with need. “I want to taste every inch of you… make you mine.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and I moaned softly as his lips continued their path down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands slid down to my waist, and I could feel his fingers trembling slightly as he hooked them under the waistband of my pants, tugging them down just enough to expose the skin of my hips.

“Minghao,” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer, urging him on. Every touch, every kiss, made it harder to think, harder to remember that there were

Minghao’s hands gripped my hips with a hunger that mirrored the fire burning inside me. His breath was hot against my neck as his lips continued their assault, leaving a trail of heat and desire that made my entire body tremble. The cool surface of the wall pressed against my back, but I barely registered it as Minghao’s body closed in on mine, pushing me harder against the unyielding stone.

His fingers dug into my waist as he pulled me closer, his mouth moving lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my shoulder and down to the soft skin just above my collarbone. I could feel his breath hitch as he kissed me, the tension in his body palpable as if he was fighting to control the overwhelming need that pulsed between us.

I gasped when his teeth grazed my skin, followed by the warm wetness of his tongue as he soothed the bite. The contrast of sensations made me shudder, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him. I was completely lost in the moment, every rational thought drowned out by the intensity of my desire for him.

“Minghao…” I whispered his name, my voice shaky with the weight of everything I was feeling, but I couldn’t find the words to express what was happening inside me. I had never wanted someone so fiercely, so completely, and the way he was looking at me—like I was the only thing that mattered—only made it harder to think about anything else.

His hands slid up my sides, fingers tracing the lines of my ribs before settling just beneath my bra. The heat of his touch seared through me, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. My breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just above my chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, each word dripping with a kind of raw need that made my heart race. His gaze flickered up to meet mine, dark and intense, and in that moment, I could see everything he was holding back, every ounce of restraint hanging by a thread.

I was powerless against the pull of him, my body responding to his touch with a kind of desperation I had never felt before. I arched into him, my hands sliding down his back, feeling the taut muscles shift beneath his skin as I pulled him closer. The heat between us was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, needed him, more than I had ever needed anything in my life.

His lips found mine again, this time with more urgency, more desperation. The kiss was hot and messy, filled with the kind of longing that had been building between us for far too long. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his hands trembled slightly as they roamed over my skin, like he was barely holding himself together.

“Minghao, please,” I gasped against his lips, my voice barely more than a whisper, but I knew he heard me. My fingers gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, all of him. Every inch of my skin burned with the need for more, my mind racing with the intensity of what was happening.

His hands moved with newfound urgency, sliding beneath the fabric of my bra and palming my breast, his touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that made me gasp. His thumb grazed over my hardened nipple, and I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips as the sensation rippled through me.

The way he touched me, with such reverence and desire, made my head spin. I had never felt this way before, like every inch of my body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with the need for him. Minghao groaned softly against my neck, his lips trailing down to my chest, kissing and nipping at my skin as his hand continued its slow, torturous exploration of my body.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion as his lips hovered just above my breast. “I can’t stop… I don’t want to stop.”

Neither did I. My hands moved down his back, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingers, and I could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch. His body was hard against mine, every inch of him pressed against me in a way that made it impossible to think about anything other than the overwhelming desire coursing through me.

His lips closed around my nipple, and I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as a wave of pleasure washed over me. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin in a way that made my knees weak. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as I arched into him, my body craving every touch, every kiss.

“Minghao…” I moaned, my voice barely more than a whisper, but I knew he could hear the need in my voice, the desperation that matched his own. His hands moved lower, gripping my hips as he pressed his body harder against mine, his lips never leaving my skin.

I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his desire pressing against me through the fabric of his jeans, and it only made the fire inside me burn hotter. My hands moved down his back, slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans and pulling him closer, needing to feel more of him, to close the distance between us.

He groaned against my skin, the sound vibrating through me and sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my core. His hands gripped my hips tighter, lifting me slightly off the ground as he pressed his body harder against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and the sensation of his body pressing against mine was almost too much to bear.

We were lost in each other, the world outside our hidden alcove fading into nothing as the heat between us consumed everything. His lips found mine again, kissing me with a kind of desperate intensity that made my heart race. Every touch, every kiss, was filled with the kind of passion that had been building between us for so long, and now that it had been unleashed, there was no going back.

His hands moved to the waistband of my pants, his fingers trembling slightly as he fumbled with the button. I could feel the urgency in his touch, the way his breath hitched as he finally managed to undo the button and slide his hand beneath the fabric. His fingers brushed against my skin, and I gasped, my body arching into his touch as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Minghao, please,” I moaned, my voice shaky with the weight of everything I was feeling. I needed him, needed to feel him, more than I had ever needed anything in my life.

He didn’t hesitate. His hand slipped lower, his fingers brushing against the wetness between my legs, and I gasped, my entire body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. His touch was gentle at first, teasing, but the desperation in his movements mirrored my own, and soon his fingers were sliding inside me, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that made me cry out.

“Minghao…” I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved his hand with slow, torturous precision, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me that made it hard to think, hard to breathe.

His lips found mine again, kissing me with a kind of desperate need that made my head spin. Every touch, every kiss, made the fire between us burn hotter, until it felt like we would both be consumed by it. His fingers moved faster, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I was lost, completely and utterly lost in him.

I could feel the tension building inside me, the pressure mounting with every touch, every kiss, until I was teetering on the edge of something that felt like it would shatter me completely. Minghao’s breath was hot against my neck, his lips trailing kisses along my skin as his hand continued its slow, torturous rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I can’t…” I gasped, my body trembling with the intensity of what was happening. “Minghao, I’m going to—”

Before I could finish the sentence, the pressure inside me snapped, and I was falling, free-falling into a wave of pleasure so intense that it took my breath away. My entire body tensed, every nerve ending alive with the sensation as I came apart in his arms, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed over me.

Minghao groaned against my neck, his hand still moving inside me, drawing out every last bit of pleasure as I trembled in his arms. My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart racing as the intensity of the moment washed over me, leaving me feeling completely and utterly spent.

He pulled back slightly, his fingers slipping from inside me as he looked down at me, his eyes dark and filled with the same need that had driven everything between us. His lips were swollen from our kisses, his chest heaving with the effort of holding himself back, and I could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled with the force of his desire.

“I need you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed his forehead against mine. “I need all of you.”

I didn’t hesitate. I reached for him, my hands fumbling with the button of his jeans as I pulled him closer, needing to feel him inside me, needing to lose myself in him completely.

My fingers worked frantically at the button of Minghao’s jeans, the urgency between us mounting as the intensity of the moment consumed everything else. His breath was ragged against my neck, hot and unsteady, and I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled with restraint as if he was barely holding himself together. I needed him, and judging by the way his hands roamed my body, the heat of his touch searing my skin, he needed me just as desperately.

The button finally gave way, and I tugged at his jeans, slipping my hands beneath the waistband, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. His body shuddered as I brushed against him, a low, throaty groan escaping his lips that made my pulse race. I could feel the hardness of him, the sheer need pulsing through him, matching the ache that had been building inside me for what felt like an eternity.

“Minghao…” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of everything I was feeling. The sound of his name seemed to ground him for a moment, his gaze locking with mine, dark and filled with a hunger that made my knees weak.

His hands slid down my back, pulling me impossibly closer until our bodies were pressed flush against one another. The feeling of his skin on mine, the heat of him, sent shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into another heated kiss, pouring every ounce of my longing into it. His lips moved against mine with a fervor that bordered on desperation, his hands gripping my hips, holding me against him as if letting go wasn’t an option.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he breathed against my lips, his voice rough, thick with need. His hands slid beneath my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he pressed me harder against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I could feel the length of him pressed between my thighs, the friction sending sparks of electricity shooting through me.

I gasped as his lips moved down to my neck again, biting and kissing the tender skin, leaving marks that were sure to bloom into bruises by morning. But in that moment, I didn’t care. All I could think about was him, the way he made me feel like I was burning from the inside out, consumed by a fire that threatened to swallow us both whole.

“Minghao, please…” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked at the base of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that sent a thrill of pleasure straight through me. My body arched into him, my hips grinding against his, and the friction was almost too much to bear. I needed more. I needed all of him.

He groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping me tighter as he shifted, his body pressing harder against mine. The air between us crackled with the kind of raw energy that had been building between us for so long, and now that we were here, there was no going back. Not after this. Not after the way we had finally given in to the inevitable pull between us.

With one swift motion, Minghao pushed down his jeans, and I could feel the heat of him, the weight of his desire pressing against me. My breath hitched in my throat as he adjusted, the anticipation sending my heart racing, my entire body trembling with need. His lips brushed against my ear, and I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, waiting for my permission.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, his voice rough, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me you want me.”

The need in his voice mirrored my own, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I want you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my confession. “I’ve always wanted you.”

That was all he needed. With a soft groan, he shifted, positioning himself at my entrance, and then, in one slow, deliberate motion, he pushed inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that took my breath away. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body adjusted to the fullness of him, the way he filled me completely, like we were made to fit together.

Minghao’s breath came in ragged gasps as he buried himself inside me, his forehead pressed against mine, our eyes locked in a moment of shared intensity. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, waiting for me to catch my breath. But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted all of him.

“Move,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but he heard me. He always did.

With a groan, he pulled back, only to thrust into me again, harder this time, and the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through me that made my entire body tremble. I clung to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he set a rhythm, each thrust pushing me higher, closer to the edge of something that felt like it would shatter me completely.

“Minghao,” I moaned, my voice breathless, and the sound of his name seemed to spur him on. His movements became more urgent, more desperate, and I could feel the tension building inside me with every thrust, the pressure mounting to an unbearable level.

He kissed me again, his lips hot and demanding, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me, each movement more intense than the last. I could feel the fire building inside me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust, and I knew I was close so close.

“Minghao, I’m going to—” The words barely made it past my lips before the tension snapped, and I was falling, free-falling into a wave of pleasure so intense that it took my breath away. My entire body tensed, every nerve ending alive with the sensation as I came apart in his arms, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed over me.

Minghao wasn’t far behind. With a few more erratic thrusts, he buried himself deep inside me, his body trembling as he reached his release, a low groan escaping his lips as he shuddered against me. His grip on me tightened, his forehead resting against mine as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as we both struggled to catch our breath.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies still tangled together, pressed against the wall in the aftermath of what we had just done. The only sound was the heavy breathing that filled the small alcove, and the distant hum of the crowd still lingering outside.

Reality began to creep back in, the weight of what we had just done settling over me like a heavy blanket. My heart pounded in my chest, not just from the intensity of the moment, but from the realization of what this meant. Vernon… Joshua… the consequences that would come crashing down the moment we stepped out of this hidden corner of the world we had created for ourselves.

Minghao’s breath was warm against my skin as he slowly pulled back, his gaze meeting mine. There was a softness in his eyes now, a tenderness that hadn’t been there before, and it made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t explain. This was more than just desire. It had always been more, but now it was undeniable.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he finally pulled away, his hands resting on my hips as he slowly lowered me back to the ground. My legs felt shaky beneath me, my body still trembling from the intensity of the release, but Minghao was there, steadying me, his hands never leaving my body.

“I don’t want this to end,” he murmured, his voice soft, filled with a kind of vulnerability I hadn’t heard from him before. His fingers traced gentle patterns on my skin, and I could see the conflict in his eyes, the weight of everything we had just done hanging heavy between us.

But as much as I wanted to stay in this moment, to pretend that the world outside didn’t exist, I knew we couldn’t. This wasn’t just about the two of us. There were other people involved people we cared about, people we had just betrayed in the heat of the moment.

“I don’t either,” I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper as I looked up at him, my heart aching with the weight of the truth. “But we can’t stay here forever.”

Minghao’s jaw clenched, and I could see the struggle in his eyes, the same war that was raging inside me. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath shaky as he whispered, “What are we going to do?”

I didn’t have an answer for him. The truth was, I didn’t know. We had crossed a line we couldn’t uncross, and now we had to face the consequences—no matter how much it hurt.

But as I stood there, still wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, I couldn’t bring myself to regret what had just happened. Minghao had awakened something inside me, something that had been buried for far too long. And even though the future seemed uncertain, even though the consequences loomed large, I knew one thing for sure: I couldn’t let go of this feeling. Not now. Not ever.

For now, in the quiet aftermath of the storm, I allowed myself to hold onto him just a little longer, to savor the way his body felt against mine, to drown in the warmth of his presence before we had to step back into the real world. Because once we did, everything would change.

(Ok well, i got carried away. Lollapalooza Minghao has me all types of fucked up today so I indulged in him) i hope you guys enjoy this. Let me know if you do ˙ᵕ˙ have a great day too

[babyleostuff]

Hey, could I request a Vernon as your boyfriend?

Thank you!!!!

thank you so much for your request! hope you enjoy this one <3

VERNON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 not only is he your boyfriend, but most importantly he is your best friend 

𓆩♡𓆪 everyone envies you how well you understand each other, sometimes even without words

𓆩♡𓆪 you know each other through and through, and even though sometimes neither of you notice it, you copy each other's habits

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s why your relationship brings a sense of comfort to the both of you and you know that you can always count on each other 

𓆩♡𓆪 you have SO many inside jokes it’s almost alarming 

𓆩♡𓆪 but that only shows how great of a match you are 

𓆩♡𓆪 since he can’t cook for dear life, is always so thankful when you make food (even if you fail, it’s the thought that counts)

𓆩♡𓆪 he will eat anything you make him and is especially happy when you make food related to your culture 

𓆩♡𓆪 you probably have to remind him to eat

𓆩♡𓆪 and if he’s at work you either have to call him or send a couple of texts 

𓆩♡𓆪 speaking of texts

𓆩♡𓆪 your vocabulary probably consists of memes and tiktoks 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s also why no one really gets the both of you

𓆩♡𓆪 there are days where you only send memes back and forth and no real text messages 

𓆩♡𓆪 and the only reactions from him are: YO BRO, THAT’S CRAZY!

𓆩♡𓆪 but you love it anyways, because they always brighten up your mood 

𓆩♡𓆪 he needs to be babied from time to time 

𓆩♡𓆪 secretly loves when you take care of him, mainly after long day of tiring schedules 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s when he lets his guard down completely and clears his mind of all worries

𓆩♡𓆪 because he knows that you are there for him and that you are going to take care of him

𓆩♡𓆪 trusts you more than life and always takes your side 

𓆩♡𓆪 even though I can’t see him fighting anyone, he will always stand up for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 he is more an action than words person 

𓆩♡𓆪 if he sees you sick or feeling unwell, he always try to do his best to take care of you and make you feel better 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if he’s not completely sure what he is doing, he is always trying his best for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if he sees you upset or sad, he has your favourite movie ready and a blanket to cuddle under 

𓆩♡𓆪 it’s his way of showing his love for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 also secretly loves him when you visit him at his studio

𓆩♡𓆪 especially when you come unannounced 

𓆩♡𓆪 because “oh my, she really decided to come and visit ME?”

𓆩♡𓆪 when you come in at inhuman hours of the night, he always has a pillow and a blanket ready in case you suddenly get tired

𓆩♡𓆪 because he won’t let you walk back home at night alone

𓆩♡𓆪 loves sharing music with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 he has probably made a multiple playlists for you, or for the both of you for that matter 

𓆩♡𓆪 it’s ether based on a specific mood, an aesthetic or a memorie 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you are apart and miss each other, you choose a playlist to listen to together and have a little Spotify listening party 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s definitely one of his love languages 

𓆩♡𓆪 supports you in everything you do, no matter how silly you think it is 

𓆩♡𓆪 because he is your nr. 1 fan, that is going to stand by you no matter what

[boosari]

– seventeen with a short and chubby s/o

pairing: bf!svt x reader

genre: fluff

req: by anon: "hi hi hi!!! can i request svt with a short and chubby s/o? if it not too much for you!! love love love your blog"

warnings: mentions of physical insecurities, kisses and hugs.

summary: how seventeen would act with a short n chubby s/o.

scoups, jun, hoshi, mingyu

loves your body so much oh my. he finds you literally ethereal, perfect, your curves, your marks (if you had any). would worship you 24/7, make you all flustered and shy. loves your height also, the way he always towers you makes him feel confident. he sometimes teases you, when you want a kiss, and can't reach him, he will not move and make you whine, so he laughs and finally bends to kiss you. will embrace you with his big body, warming you <3

wonwoo, minghao, vernon, dino

all he wants to do is love you and protect you always. will never leave your side, will compliment you, help you with things such as grabbing things from a high shelf, kneel to your height to look at your face properly, or when you have to whisper in his ear, he always bends a little so you can reach him. always has an arm wrapped around your waist, or on your hip.

jeonghan, joshua, dk, seungkwan, woozi

he adores you. like really, anything you do is just so cute to him! your existence is a tot level of cuteness. has a soft spot for you. he could be mad at the whole entire world, but he would never ever be mad at you. is just so calm and patient when it comes to you. if you ever struggle with insecureness about your height or weight, he would do anything to make you understand how actually beautiful you are, how you are from his pov. would kiss all over your body and make you feel loved <3

a/n: this request was so cute, thank you anon! and remember, humans will never refrain from judging. so ignoring is the best option.

networks: @k-labels

masterlist

[mirxzii]

hanni's tumblr wrapped!

everyone's making a little wrapped on here, and i didn't want to feel left out! since i don't write, i'll put some of my art pieces, since i want to post more art here in 2025. and ofc, some messages to my favourite mutuals. im sorry for being a little mia this year, but i want to talk again in 2025!!

favourite art piece

hands down this piece, no question. i literally saw the concept pictures and something possessed me dont ask how i made this

the art piece that took the longest time

though it looks the simplest, this scoups drawing took me the longest time, 9 hours! this was my first svt drawing after changing my art style :))

most unserious art piece

bald jeonghan to deal with... is an explanation needed?

most difficult art piece

i wouldn't say this was insanely difficult, but shading the mask and drawing the hair were definitely parts where i struggled. product was worth it tho!!

least favourite art piece of 2024

i say this only because this was made right as i was entering a horrible art block. its also supposed to be vernon but it looks nothing like him, so thats my reasoning

favourite non drawing of 2024

this took an excruciating 30 hours to make but it was SO worth it. saw those mingyu pics and i wanted to try a magazine collage so..! all questions answers and quotes are from actual interviews with him ;))

work in progress going into 2025

it's going to look sooo good when done trust. you all will see it

most inspiring art piece of 2024

this was the first drawing i made that changed my artstyle for good (wicked??) it still makes me happy everytime i see it

best non seventeen art piece of 2024

idk i just tbink this one looks so cool. made it in like 2 hours on the plane i was so bored

honourable mentions

taking this moment to mention i have commissions open! probably for robux (pls hmu)

mutuals appreciation

my two most favourite writers @fairyhaos and @blue-jisungs. i love you both from the bottom of my heart!! your writing is just so ethereal and i always come back to read it. thank you for being my friend (and for accepting my fic requests lol) dont forget me when youre famous!!!

@wheeboo @rubywonu and @slytherinshua i just love you all so much and!! your writing!! rania i feel like im in another universe reading your stories, nia's writing is so sweet and easy to enjoy, and zanna's writing is literally perfect to just sit down and binge read. ily guys sm and have an amazing new year!!

and finally a shout out to some of my other awesome mutuals!! have a great new year <333 @welcometomyoasis @weird-bookworm @planetkiimchi @starshuas @haowrld @icyminghao @haecien @etherealyoungk @wonijinjin

my new year's resolution for tumblr is to be more active <3 i cant wait to see you all in 2025! i love you all so much 🫶🫶

[nishloves]

the night we met ~ vernon

vernon x f! reader // angst ; old english au // words : 1k // m.list

synopsis : he was just another man you had come across in your life.

based on : calypso (greek myth); the night we met (lord huron)

“I am not the only traveller,

Who has not repaid his debt.

I've been searching for a trail to follow, again.

Take me back to the night we met.”

You were the prettiest flower he had laid his eyes upon, breathtaking, enticing, ethereal... beautiful. You were simply beautiful.

He was a nomad, a traveller, a lost wanderer; venturing from place to place to fill his empty heart with all the nugatory promises, naught happiness.

You were as amicable as Calypso herself, a refugee for broken hearts, a healer of withered souls, a home to rest. A lover of heroes— he wasn't a hero though, neither was he a villain.

He was a man, a simple aimless man.

“And then I can tell myself,

What the hell I'm supposed to do?

And then I can tell myself,

Not to ride along with you.”

His hands guided you through the notes, your feet effortlessly matching his steps as he smiled at you, your eyes twinkling up at him, his heart clenched as he looked away from your innocent eyes; he knew he'd break your heart, and he doesn't want to see it this soon, he doesn't want you to register that he doesn't love you.

The dim lights accessorized your skin as the glitter on your cheeks glimmered with the reflected candlelight.

The flowers in your hair seemed to weigh down on your neck as you winced when you looked up at him.

Vernon's hand travelled to your nape, giving your head support as you gasped under his fleeting touch, your breath hitching as you melted under his touch.

Would he do it all over again?

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do,

Haunted by the ghost of you.

Oh, take me back to the night we met.”

He saw you rejecting every suitor who asked you for a singular dance, he saw you giggling and blushing whenever his name was mentioned, he heard that you were looking forward to him at every ball of the season.

Only if you knew.

Vernon sighed as the deep red liquid burned his throat, the crystal chandelier hung above him reminded him of your earrings, the ones you told him you adored yet lost— only if you knew they were still stuck on his cuffs.

The burning flame of the candle replicated the electric, hot touches you both had bestowed upon yourselves. The pearl necklace— your gift, sat prettily in front of him, looking as innocent and pure as your eyes. Yet the empty wine glass reminded him of your heart.

He took away the innocence of your eyes with his kiss, and left you with an unfulfilled heart.

He shouldn't talk to you.

“When the night was full of terrors,

And your eyes were filled with tears.

When you had not touched me yet

Oh, take me back to the night we met.”

"I played with your heart, y/n," he repeated, his eyes unwavering.

"No... you aren't so cruel, you will never be so cruel to anyone."

"But I am," he replied, the moisture in his eyes undetected by both you and him.

"Why would you give me this, then? Why would you swear your heart on me? Why would you call me the ruler of your soul then?"

His jaw went slack as he looked at your tear-filled eyes, the windy November nights making you shiver as you peered up at him; your eyes red, full of hurt and denial, yet they held no animosity or hostility towards the said perpetrator of your heart.

"Don't you realize?" His voice was soft, softer than anytime he had spoken to you, "i don't have a heart, you're the owner of an empty palace; the ruler of apathetic barren lands."

"Then why do you cry?"

His words stopped in his throat as he touched his cheek, his eyes widening as he looked back at you, "Surely you jest, y/n. Can't you see that I'm acting?"

He could feel, he could feel again.

Surely you were the Calypso, the runaways' hearth.

"You're crying, Vernon."

"I pity you, y/n." I don't deserve you; I am a mere wanderer, one of the many travellers you meet before you find your Odysseus.

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you,

Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Take me back to the night we met.”

He recalled Calypso's cruel fate— all of her unrequited loves, he recalled her misery, her yearning, the agitation of her heart, the shackles of her fears; her lonesome heart.

He is still haunted by your memories, of you calling him the locksmith of your caged heart, of you calling after him as you tore the pearl necklace off your neck. He is still haunted by your gasping breaths, your tear filled eyes, your silvery tragic voice as you asked him to come back to you, even if it takes years.

Vernon sinks in the arm-chair, his fugacious compassion nowhere to be seen as he twirled your earring between his fingers— the earring you had lost, the other half of the very pair.

He wonders if you met a hero after all these years. He wonders if can go back to the night you met, and redo everything from the scratch. He wonders if you— or anyone, could love an aimless and a simple man.

Maybe your presence was the only tethering cashmere thread in his yarn of fate.

take me back, to the night we met.

the end.

[softserve-sebongie]

What seventeen's (singing) voices sound like:

Seungcheol- warm, serenity, fond eyes, soft hoodies and warmth

Jeonghan- love languages, kind eyes and relaxation

Joshua- gentle, comforting, eye contact with a friend, a warm hug

Jun- confidence, mystery, hung white sheets and rain

Hoshi- yearning, unshed tears, a warm sunny day

Wonwoo- somber, peaceful, weighted blankets and rainy movie days

Woozi- comfort, yearning, unrequited love, small smiles

Minghao- ethereal, mysterious yet beautiful, fairies and elves

Mingyu- meaning, domestic bliss, sunsets with fiery reds, oranges and magenta

Dk- angst and relief simultaneously, feeling so intense it permeates your physical body, euphoria, dried flowers

Seungkwan- power, intensity, beautiful white marble sculptures

Vernon- contentment, a friend talking to you and walking eating street food with you at 8 o'clock, calm

Dino- teen spirit, young but sincere love

[chewyhanniebug]

Fic Masterlist

seventeen ❥𓂃𓏧

ot13 series

not your baby - jeonghan x chan

good for mommy - jeonghan × wonwoo x mingyu × chan

can't tell if it's real or a lie - joshua × vernon × seungkwan

assumptions - wonwoo × seungkwan

hey there, pretty boy - joshua × vernon × seungkwan × chan

falling (to my knees) - jeonghan × soonyoung × jihoon

eyes wide open - seungcheol × jeonghan × joshua

little one - soonyoung × seungkwan × chan

can i see? - seungkwan focused multi-pairing

au's

wherever you go (i'll follow) - jeonghan x joshua

the tiger, the witch and the wardrobe ghosts - jun × soonyoung × wonwoo × seungkwan

trust me - seungcheol × jeonghan

if this were a reality, it'd be overwhelming - ot13

ethereal, my dear - jeonghan × jeonghan selfcest

easy to love - soonyoung × minghao

hated you, hurt you - jeonghan × minghao

rotten apples - wonwoo x chan

xdinary heroes ❥𓂃𓏧

ot6 series

(feel so) untouched - jungsu x hyeongjun

legally (not) just friends - jungsu x jiseok

[luv-beam]

skfnkdndkdnfkdnfkfnjfnfngnkdnfjfnfn what did i justsjfnksnfkfnfj can't type, bye guys sinking into the ether wanna cry

the GET THE BUG OFF MY FACE STOP I STARTED SQUIRMING IN BED W GIGGLES 😭😭😭 AND THE "U WERE PULLING A MOVE" EXCHANGE LIKE OHHHH OH MY GOD I LOVED THAT i know it was like,, two lines of the whole thing but it hit the right spot for me

so very vernon. i enjoyed very much :]

on idiocy, bugs and the prospect of forever.

idiots 2 lovers & best friends to lovers / minor minor angst? bc oc is losing their mind / unnecessary use of bugs as plot progression (it will make sense i swear)

you and vernon have been dancing on the cusp of friendship and something more for too long now.

at least, that’s what you think. you’re not entirely sure what he thinks, given how quiet he can be sometimes. maybe you’re just misreading the whole situation! maybe your big fat crush on him is completely unrequited and he sees you as nothing more than a best friend! a best friend he likes to watch movies with and make soup for and brush hands with and look at for unnecessarily extensive periods of time!

which is exactly why you’ve been so — silent around him, lately. usually, you’re comfortable enough with him to babble his ear off about whatever you feel like. trains. worms. cats. the flaws in the schooling system which are leading to the collapse of true education. anything you want, you know vernon will listen. but these days, your weekly movie nights are starting to descend into quietude, as you become more and more flustered with trying to hide your feelings.

unfortunately for you, vernon is observant.

“okay,” he speaks suddenly — sudden enough to make you jump — pausing 20th century girl on screen. “enough,” he continues, turning on the sofa to face you. “talk to me.”

slowly, you blink at him. “about something in particular, or…?”

he frowns. “yes. about whatever’s been bothering you for the past… few weeks.”

ah. you bite down on your lower lip, immediately dropping his concerned gaze.

“you know, i tried to,like, give you space, because usually after a week or two, you just let it out. in your own time. but this just keeps going, so i’m asking you instead.”

heat is rising to your cheeks, creeping up your neck. you don’t know what to say. how do you tell him — i think i may be crushing on you harder than anyone has ever crushed before? you can’t.

“are you mad at me? did i do something?” vernon questions, his eyes going wider at the thought.

“no!” you splutter quickly, shaking your head for emphasis. “no. i’d tell you if i was mad at you.”

vernon nods then, and waits.

you look away. the open sincerity and concern in his pretty brown eyes is only making this harder — because all you want to do is fling your arms around his neck and kiss his face off. and you shall not let these thoughts win. you refuse!

your best friend sighs at your continued silence, and he scoots closer, so you guys are practically touching. “look at me,” he says softly.

despite your vows, you listen to him immediately, your eyes tentatively flickering up to meet his. you’re so close to him that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body — you can see the way each eyelash rests gently against his skin — the way his lips part ever so slightly.

a small sound escapes him, like his breath has gotten caught in his throat; just when you think he’s going to speak, his mouth closes, and he just… gazes. directly into your eyes — the most tender, heated gaze you have ever felt in your life.

you suck in a breath. “vernon —”

“just a sec,” he whispers, and one hand comes up to — ever so gently — brush against your face.

you jolt backwards, blinking fast and horrified. “oh my god. there’s a bug on my face, isn’t there?”

vernon startles at your sudden movement, barely registering your words, but you’re gasping and moving closer, with wide, pleading eyes. “vernon! get it off!” you demand, tipping your face in his direction.

when he doesn’t move, you grow increasingly frantic. “vernon! can you please — oh!”

and you cut yourself off with a noise of surprise; because vernon takes your face carefully between his hands, lips colliding with yours in a firm, bruising kiss — one that leaves you gasping with its intensity.

he pulls away too fast.

“shit,” he breathes, closing his eyes for a long second. “i didn’t mean to — well, i did, but — ” he pauses for a moment, and sighs. “god, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.”

then his eyelids flutter open — eyes wide, fixed on yours to gauge your reaction, hands slowly leaving your cheeks.

you, on the other hand, are gaping wordlessly at him. like a goldfish. the only thing you manage is a squeak — which may possibly be the most humiliating sound you’ve ever made.

just before his hands retreat fully, you grab them in yours, opening your mouth — before you pause. “there was no bug,” you say breathlessly.

vernon’s head tilts to the side, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “there was no bug,” he agrees.

“you were pulling a move.”

“i was, indeed, pulling a move.”

“okay,” you nod slowly, still breathless. “just… give me a moment here. i think i’m processing.”

his smile grows, his eyes soft and fond. “okay.”

your eyes fall on your interlaced hands, noticing how his thumbs gently caress your skin. “wow. wow. that was — that was good.”

“oh?” he raises a brow. “you liked?”

you nod a little too quickly. “are you kidding? i’ve wanted to kiss you for like, fifty billion years now!”

a snort escapes his mouth, and he squeezes your hands. “i can make up for that,” he promises softly.

the beam you give him in return is half your answer; the other half comes in the way you wrap your arms around him and pull him in for another kiss. this time softer, sweeter — slower. like forever is stretching out in front of you.

an / a bit of a longer one this time (sorry) !! they’re idiots and i love them. love u guys (and thanks for well over 200!! idk where you all are coming from but i love u 💗💕💞💓💘)

[dtba]

Pomme's Ephemeral & Surrealist Masterpiece: "Saisons"

Written & Edited By: Shirley Reynozo  @moyamusic_

Shot By: Down To Be Artsy @DTBA_

Claire Pommet, who goes by Pomme, is a queer French singer and songwriter bringing her ethereal and beautiful sound to her American tour. With a nomination for "Tour of the Year" at Les Victoires de la Musiques (the French GRAMMYs), this is one tour you won't want to miss. 

In addition to  being an award-winning artist, Pomme is also an actress. Known for her intimate and emotional music, Pomme blends her fairy-like daintiness with macabre imagery in her latest film Saisons. I had the pleasure of meeting her in New York while she was show chasing her short films Saisons, le film: hiver and Saisons, le film: printemps, Saisons, le film: automne. 

Pomme has unveiled her fourth album, "Saisons," a modern opera now available in two parts. She revealed the Saisons, le film: hiver and Saisons, le film: printemps, Saisons, le film: automne short films and the full Saisons short film will be released in July. The song “_dec carte de noël” was co-written with Aaron Dessner (The National, Taylor Swift, Justin Vernon etc).  June stands for the first of three summer tracks that Pomme has chosen to call "perseides", the famous shower of shooting stars that floods the summer sky.

Pomme's new album, "Saisons," is a stunning orchestral journey through the year. With 12 tracks, three for each season, it captures the essence of every month. This orchestral project showcases her unique artistic vision and invites listeners on a spring-to-winter journey. The album flows seamlessly, inviting listeners to relax and envision their dream cartoon. This musical experience is paired with a 36-minute film, co-directed by Pomme, Hugo Pillard, and Nina Richard. 

Pomme drew inspiration from American advertisements from the 50s and 60s, focusing on the idealized beauty of women and iconic Coca-Cola ads. Her friends brought additional global references, contributing to the project's experimental nature. The lack of traditional transitions added to the film's unique and unpredictable feel.

Saisons is an ephemeral film, released in intervals on YouTube and screened only twice in New York. Pomme, the artist behind this dreamlike project, revealed that a full tour is unlikely due to the high costs of touring with a twenty-two-person orchestra and a lack of support from her label. Nevertheless, Pomme remains dedicated, pushing her beloved project with passion and determination.

Pomme hosted an intimate screening for an exclusive audience of 25. Following the film, attendees were treated to a Q&A session, offering a deeper dive into her creative process and vision.

Q&A

Inside the Dreamlike World of the French Singer Pomme 

What is your favorite season?

“In life I think I love the fall, because it's really magical, but in the movie I really love the summer and the second, and it's not out yet

This one is, it was really intense because I was underwater, and I didn't have a big budget for this film, so we did everything pretty much in fucked up ways. I was just like,underwater, and I had nothing to breathe, I was just trying to stay more than three seconds, and we did that for like five hours. 

So yeah, probably the summer part of the film, and also I love the little Sylvanian like the little animals, they're like really cute, they're Japanese [...] and they are so cute and creepy also, and I love having that a lot in the summer part, they're just like chilling, and doing nothing, and it's really creepy, and yeah, I think the summer, but in life, I love the fall too.”

When you wrote the song did you have ideas for the movie?

“I think when I write songs, I always have ideas, and weird images, and everything, and I always like to write stuff down. I also directed a movie with two of my friends and together, the three of us, we added a lot of ideas and some of these ideas were from the beginning of the writing of the songs and then some of them were my friends. 

The fall part is entirely my friend Hugo. I was just like, do the teen horror movie of your dreams. For the summer, I knew that I wanted Sylvanians  and for the winter, I wanted to have that cup monster. 

It's really weird because when I write songs, I have images of really precise stuff. I guess it's also because I've watched a lot of anime movies and movies in general. It was a dream because it allowed me to do all the video clips that I wanted to do in the movie, so I guess I'm not doing any video clips for ten years. 

Now, it's really intense, but yeah, it's a mix of my ideas when I write songs and also some ideas from my friends who co -directed the movie, especially for the full. It's just really experimental, this is just like something that I never thought I would be doing and then I'm really glad I did it. I knew that I wanted images for the whole album from the beginning.”

What is the significance of the mustache?

“The mustache in the summer scene - I think I was a bit crazy writing the summer part of the movie, but I wanted to have a subtle conversation about being a boy or being a girl, being fluid, not knowing what you want to be. Those questions that we all ask ourselves, and I just wanted it to be fun, and straightforward. The symbols are not too heavy, it's a soft way to talk about subjects that are important to me, it's a free space to experiment. 

I never got to do this before. In France when you do a video clip, your label wants it to go on TV. This movie, none of it is going on TV. I just wanted to try something new. I wanted this to be about identity. “

Pomme aimed to spark conversations about gender and self-discovery in a fun and straightforward manner. The symbols are kept light to allow for free experimentation. Unlike typical French music videos destined for TV, this film was a space for Pomme to explore themes of identity without constraints.

How would you describe the genre?

I think the whole album musically doesn't fit any genre musically. It's something else, it’s an opera, it’s french chanson, it’s instrumental, a lot of orchestral parts where I don't sing at all which my label hated. I would love for it to be on TV in France but I don't think it’s possible. But this time I was hoping to do something different and not be in any kind of box.  

Are you going to get the whole orchestra parts on tour?

We’re not touring this album because it’s too expensive, there’s twenty-two people in the orchestra. But we did this concert cinema in Montreuil, which is like a suburb of Paris, in April. It was just once, and I don't think we will do it again. I also like that this project is also kind of ephemeral. 

Pomme's Q&A session provided a glimpse into her creative world, revealing her passion for blending music and visuals, pushing artistic boundaries, and exploring deep themes with a playful touch.

HER ALBUM SAISONS IS OUT NOW

SEE SHORT FILM SAISONS, LE FILM: PRINTEMPS, SAISONS, LE FILM: HIVER, SAISONS, LE FILM: AUTOMNE, PLUS “_DEC CARTE DE NOËL” CO-WRITTEN WITH AARON DESSNER (THE NATIONAL)

CONNECT WITH POMME

http://pommemusic.fr/

https://www.instagram.com/pommeofficial

https://www.tiktok.com/@tamere_enstringdeguerre

https://www.facebook.com/pommeofficial

Pomme on tour:

https://linktr.ee/pommetour

Tue 5.21 - Bogota, COL @ Sala Delia Zapata

Thu 5.23 - Mexico, MEX @ Lunario del Auditorio Nacional

Fri 5.24 - Guadalajara, MEX @ C3 Stage

Sun 6.9 - Quebec, CAN @ Imperial Hall

Mon 6.10 - Toronto, CAN @ Phoenix Concert Hall

Wed 6.12 - Boston, MA @ The Sinclair (w/ Beccs)

Thu 6.13 - Washington, DC @ Union Stage (w/ Catherine Savage)

Sat 6.15 - New York, NY @ Webster Hall (w/ Beccs)

Tue 6.18 - San Francisco, CA @ Great American Music Hall

Wed 6.19 - Los Angeles, CA @ The Regent Theater

For more information on Pomme, please contact:

Gold Atlas - Inge Colsen - inge@goldatl.as - 212-203-5240

TEAM CREDITS

Shot By: Down To Be Artsy @DTBA_

Written & Edited By: Shirley Reynozo  @moyamusic_

Special thanks to: Inge Colsen (Publicist)

[fairyhaos]

omg yena I had a day fully off this weekend so I was catching up on content and actually watching the lalali and spell mvs and I'm absolutely losing my mind, biting my fist screaming !!!! LIKE who gave them the right???? First of all who told wonu that he could destroy my life with that little man bun AND that outfit but I think the highlight is Vernon with the grandma absolutely not acknowledging kim mingyu in this mv nope nope bye

and omg spell 😵‍💫 idk what I was expecting but WOw ????? Hoshi looks absolutely ethereal and that relaxed, laid back confidence????? AND OMG HAO AND THAT JUN OUTFIT I'm absolutely speechless. Can't believe we still have the vocal unit we're gonna need a lot of strength in these trying times 🕯️

btw once again good luck with your exams you're gonna do greatttt❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

edit: i was lit about to send you this ask when I got the notif about JEONGHAN AND WONU SUBUNIT????? can they let me live???? oh god

- 🍒

wait hold up first of all u don't get full days off every weekend????? THAT'S SO MEAN OF THEM I'M SO SORRYYY and also YESSS HOKYFHSITTHR the mvs are both off the charts incredible and i lovekvoreloveee their diff aesthetics and i think it fits the members + songs so well ✨ hoshi definitelyyyyy stole the entire mv for me with spell omgjfjfjf it was a video literally dedicated to him imo and he ate so hard !!!!!!

honestly can't wait for the vocu mv AND AOHHHHHHH IKR the!!!!!! announcement of the wonhan song!!!!!!! oh my god when i tell you my jaw DROPPED pls it's gonna be so good i can feel it in my bones