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ginxyy · 1 month ago

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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

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babyleostuff · 1 year ago

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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

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boosari · 1 year ago

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– 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

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nishloves · 1 year ago

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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.

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starsstuddedsky · 2 years ago

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Tip the Glass, Pour Me Out

reader x jun

summary: drunk confessions, one sided love, and late realizations

genre: fluff, pure fluff

warnings: food, alcohol, lmk if i missed any

wc: 2.4k

a/n: hello <3 i love this silly little story pls enjoy

Your head falls onto Jun’s shoulder. “Too heavy,” you mumble. He sighs, shifting your weight on his back so that you don’t fall off. How many times has he done this now?

Your arms tighten around his neck, loose enough so that he can still breathe, though it puts a strain on his throat.

“What happened to no more drinking?” He asks, pulling your arm down by your hand. You catch his hand before he can hook it back under your leg.

“Alcohol is my friend,” you say.

Jun laughs. “Somehow I don’t think you’ll be saying that in the morning.” He doesn’t have to turn his head to know that you are pouting. He knows it won’t last, and sure enough, in a couple minutes you’re mumbling the melody to a song he doesn’t recognize.

“Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two, baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you, tonight but I cannot, babygirl, and that’s the issue,” you sing, nodding your head back and forth, accidentally bumping what feels like your forehead into the back of his head. It doesn’t hurt, but you finally let go of his hand to rub the spot, mumbling apologies. He sets his arm back around your leg where it’s wrapped around his waist.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and he feels you press a kiss to the back of his head. When he turns his head to face you, he has to fight not to smile, turning back to stare at the street because he can’t help himself.

“Is this the part where you tell me you like me or are we still too far away from your place?” He asks.

You slap his shoulder, though it isn’t hard. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on, yn,” he says. “The last three parties you went to that you got drunk, I carried you home, and you told me something along the lines of ‘I’m desperately in love with you and can never tell you because I know you don’t feel the same way, so keep this secret for me and don’t break my heart,’ and then you wake up and don’t remember a thing. I figured the song was a part of it, but now I’m thinking Vernon played too much 2000s music tonight.”

“There’s no such thing as too much 2000s throwback,” you say, indignant.

“Very crafty way of avoiding my actual question,” Jun says. “But I’m holding you to it.” Because tonight, unlike those other nights, Jun has come to expect it. He’s waiting for it, though he can’t quite figure out why. He’s hoping when you confess (again), he’ll have a lightbulb moment that will give him a reason for the way his heart is pounding and why he can’t stop thinking about you.

You hum against his shoulder, finally tapping him and saying, “Down please.”

He obliges, crouching so that your feet touch the pavement and letting his arms go. He waits until you’re standing on your own before he straightens. You stumble a few steps before he catches you, linking your arms together so that you have something steady to hold on to. The orange streetlights make your eyes glow, and Jun is frozen for a moment staring at them, trying to think of a word to describe them. Ethereal doesn’t even come close. You don’t seem to notice, turning and walking down the street, pulling him along with you.

“I do like you,” you finally say. “You are… a dream, to me.” Jun waits, watching the way you pout your lower lip just a tiny bit farther than your top lip as you think. “But I don’t want to like a dream. I want to like something real. I want to be with someone real. And I’m really not drunk enough for this conversation.”

Jun doesn’t know why his heart sinks at the thought of you not liking him anymore. The first time you confessed he had been confused; you were an expert at hiding your feelings and he didn’t expect it at all until that night. Ever since then, he’s been hyper aware of you, trying to see if you treat him any differently than your shared friends, if you are looking at him when he isn’t watching, if what you said was real or just words spoken while drunk. You were so good at hiding it, he thought you might have been joking. Until the second confession.

“It’s a secret, but I think I’m in love,” you said. He can still hear your whisper.

By the third time, he knew it was coming. It didn’t scare him like the first two, and he even hugged you a little bit longer than usual when he dropped you off because he thought it might make you happy (and maybe because he wanted to imagine what it would be like if he wasn’t just a friend).

Tonight he looks at you and he doesn’t want to imagine. He wants to see you smile and say that you are still in love. In love with him. But instead you say that you are tired of this unrequited love.

He doesn’t say much else for the rest of the walk, wrestling with a traitorous heart that aches every time he looks at you. The walk seemed to sober you up as well; you’re able to find your key on your own for once.

“Thank you for taking me home,” you say. “Again.” Maybe it’s his imagination, but your smile doesn’t seem to reach your eyes.

“Always,” Jun says, and he means it. He waits until you wave from the window before he begins the lonely walk home. He barely notices the chill of the night air, so distracted by thoughts of you that he’s home before he realizes it.

He’s alone, the rest of his roommates apparently crashing with Vernon. It gives him the privacy he needs to collapse onto bed and stare at the ceiling, the sleep that he suddenly desperately wants eluding him.

He can’t stop thinking about your sad smile, how you said you wanted someone real. Is he not real? Why are you giving up on him so suddenly?

Jun stares at the ceiling and can’t understand his own heart. What he wants more than anything is to see you smile, a real smile, like when he makes a joke and you’re the first to get it.

That’s when he finally understands, and Jun realizes what an absolute idiot he is. He shoots up in bed, throwing his blankets off. He’s tempted to go to you now, heart so full of energy that he thinks it might burst if he doesn’t talk to you. But it’s so late the sun is about to come up, and while you weren’t as drunk as you have been, Jun would rather not tell you this while you’re hungover, so he forces himself to lay back in bed and wait, and somewhere along the way he drifts off into sleep.

You walk slower than usual, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your shoulders. It’s the first truly warm day of spring, though the forecast had predicted there would be a chill this weekend. You’re glad for that, because the park isn’t nearly as crowded as it would have been. As it is, children and dogs are all over the place, and you’ve seen more than a few couples walking around, hand in hand and probably ridiculously in love.

You push away the bitterness, trying to pretend like you are happy for them. You have to focus on the possibility of happiness instead of this ugly jealousy that has grown from your own unrequited love. It’s part of why you are finally giving up on it, what started as a silly crush turning into something you don’t recognize any more.

Your head is still filled with what-ifs as you walk across the park, searching for the very person that has twisted your heart. Maybe it’s stupid of you to agree to a picnic with him, but you want to put this past you. The first step to that is letting go, and to do that, you have to tell him how you feel, for real. No more drunken confessions that you only half remember.

He’s sitting near the path on a checkered blanket. He’s hardly the only one to have a picnic blanket spread out, but he’s still the only one you can see, your heart jumping at the sight of him. You wonder if you can train yourself out of it.

He breaks out into a grin when he sees you, waving so aggressively that his whole body sways. You smile despite the swarm of angry butterflies in your stomach, walking a little bit faster to get to him quicker.

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he says, patting the space next to him. There’s no basket but you can see Tupperware containers stacked neatly in his bag. Jun had insisted that he bring all the food, telling you that “you just need to show up.” It was sort of strange, but you rarely truly understand Jun. It’s part of why you like him so much.

“Well, you promise homemade food,” you say. “I’ve never had Jun-food, but Seungkwan promised me it was worth it. I think he was jealous he wasn’t invited.” You laugh, hoping your nerves don’t show. Truth be told, you weren’t sure why he invited you alone. Sure you were friends, but the only time you had ever been alone together was when he took you home while you were drunk (and one very awkward car ride when he brought you back from the beach trip because his cat was sick and you had an allergic reaction to the air freshener in the beach house and were covered in bright red hives).

Jun has always been a friend of a friend that you fell in love with. Now you have to figure out how to drag yourself out of love, but Jun is making that impossible, just by existing. He seems more restless than usual, turning to pull the food out, then putting it back and turning back to face you as you cross your legs and sit next to him.

“I have something to tell you,” he blurts out. He stares at his feet, the edge of the blanket, the dogs chasing each other, everything but you.

“Yeah?” You ask when he doesn’t say anything else, eyes turning to his hands in his lap.

“Okay, so, I’ve been thinking,” he says, looking up at the people spread across the open space. You can’t take your eyes off him, the way he seems to glow in the sunlight. “And I think I’m really dumb. It’s harsh, but it’s true, because I had these feelings and I didn’t like that you don’t like me anymore and I’m sorry that this is so late, and if you don’t feel the same way anymore, I don’t blame you, I mean, it took me too long to realize this and I’m terrible at saying stuff like this but you should know because it’s all that I think about and I just want you to know how I feel.”

You frown, trying to understand. You think you know what he’s trying to say but you can’t let your heart go wild without hearing him say it for real. “What are you saying, Jun?”

He blinks. “I like you.”

You shake your head. “Don’t tease me.”

“I wouldn’t,” he says, frowning. “Never. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to realize it, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore, so if you want, we can pretend like this never happened and I will shut up about this and nothing has to change.”

Nothing has to change. You laugh, bitter at first, then devolving into uncontrollable giggles.

“Are you okay?” Jun asks, worry seeping into his voice. “I didn’t mean to insult you, or— or—”

“No, it’s not that,” you say, gasping for breath. “I— I just came here ready to finally tell you how I felt. Feel.” You take another deep breath, wiping a few tears from your eyes. “I was ready to give up loving you.” You sit up straight, meeting his gaze. “And then you say you like me.”

“I do,” Jun says, the corners of his lips turning up into a hopeful smile. “A lot. I really like you.” And you think maybe you can believe him. He slides a little closer to you, though he stops before his leg presses against yours. He leans closer, and for a second you think he’s going to kiss you.

“I made really good noodles,” he whispers.

You laugh, pushing him gently away. He digs through his bag to pull out the dish.

“Was this your back up plan?” You ask, accepting the chopsticks. “Seduce me with food?”

He shrugs. “They’re really good.”

More than anything you want to sit with Jun and eat his noodles, but you have to ask. “Jun?”

He’s still digging through the food, pulling out fruits and side dishes. He stops when you rest your hand on his, turning to face you and tilting his head in question.

“You said you like me.” He nods. “And I really like you.”

“I hope so, or this is going to get really awkward.”

You smile, but it fades quickly. “So where do we go from here?”

“Like for dessert? Because I brought cake.” He isn’t even joking, pointing to an adorable little cake adorned with strawberries.

“No,” you say. “I mean, me and you.” What are we? You can’t quite bring yourself to ask.

“Oh, right,” he says, dropping his head. “I guess if you don’t want to date, that’s okay.”

“What are you talking about?” You feel daring enough to catch his chin, lifting his head to look him in the eyes. “Jun, I’m trying to tell you that I want to date you.”

“Oh.” He smiles. “Good. Me too.”

Hearing the words out loud makes your head spin. You are about to let go of his chin but he leans closer, breath kissing your lips.

“Is it noodle time?” You ask.

“Actually I’d like to try kissing you,” he says. You don’t trust yourself to answer so you nod. He lingers for a moment longer, flickering between your eyes and your lips before leaning closer, and you close your own eyes. He kisses you.

And he is right: the noodles are really good.

#🌟 stars galaxy #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #svt reader #wen junhui #seventeen jun #jun x reader #wen junhui x reader #jun fluff #seventeen fluff

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softserve-sebongie · 1 year ago

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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

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s00nyoungie · 2 years ago

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SVT members and why i wouldnt date them:

seungcheol - looks wise hes my ideal type. everyone says "oh, hes so daddy, oh hed be so good at taking care of you". No. this is a babygirl. and theres not enough room for the both of us in babygirl town.

jeonghan - i'd get an inferiority complex from how he literally Woke Up Like This.

joshua - I'd get an inferiority complex from how NICE HE IS IRL and his looks are so ethereal I'd never act right

jun - we're foodies. we love spicy and sour flavors. we have the same taste in anime/webtoons. our natal charts are also v compatible. my rudimentary mandarin might just be enough to overcome the language barrier! He's just on his phone too much.

soonyoung - we all know he brings the horanghae to bed

wonwoo - im trying so hard to think of smth bc all i can think of is bc hes a gamer but its not like he'd ignore his partner while gaming?? his love lang is quality time. he ticks all my boxes [nerd, cat lover, handsom] i guess itd be that idk if he can cook or not. EDIT: WAIT I REMEMBER HE CANT EAT SEAFOOD. THAT SUCKS

jihoon ah - theres no way woozi would even consider me as a partner due to my weak ass music background, but id probably be too extroverted for him. i mean im introverted but i require leaving the house at least once a week and that might be too much for him

dk - im not good enough and i never will be

mingyu - we are literally the same person besides the height and nationality. but the biggest difference is that his mental health is so healthy and I'm jealous. man literally said "when i get stressed i just stop worrying about it 😌".

minghao - honestly its not why i wouldnt date him. its the other way around: my mandarin and korean are too pathetic for deep coversation and im bad at yoga.

seungkwan - he and his heavenly voice deserve to sing beautiful harmonies and duets with his beautiful soulmate for the rest of eternity and i cant provide that 😔 congrats to whoever's scoring that ass

vernon - had to think for so long and the only thing is that id probably be too neurotic for him. its me. im the red flag.

dino - now i WOULD babygirl this man so hard!! i could be that noona!!! but hes scared of cats so 😔

#personal #seventeen #soonyoung #cheollie #mingyu #dk #jeonghan #woozi #jun #minghao #joshua #wonwoo #seungkwan #vernon #dino #this was inspired by me always forgetting and randomly remembering that junhui has a phone addiction #and hoshi will always be hamzi to me!!!!! ive had enough horanghae!!! ive gone along w the bit long enough!!! i quit!!

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momobani · 2 years ago

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WHEN SPRING CAME

If Your Winter Is Hard - Chapter 10 - 4.1k

medium!minghao x exorcist!reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: reference to death of family members, tiny bit of angst, mention of food, suggestive if you squint

Sum: all’s well that ends well.

Song rec: I wasn’t really going to do a rec for this chapter but forgive me, I had to - Spring Day by BTS.

TAGLIST: @sleeplessdawn @aceofvernons @kyeomsworld @lilactangerine @candidupped @thesolarplanetarysystem

A/N: it’s finally here! The last chapter of If Your Winter Is Hard woooo!! This is a short one just to wrap things up, nothing major happens. There’s a whole note at the bottom, if you have a moment, please read <333

You swear you were falling.

Your body was rigid and you had your eyes closed.

But you weren’t falling backwards.

Your eyes snapped open as you fell forwards, one of your arms still in Minghao’s death grip, your body becoming limp against his as he took you down to the balcony’s floor with him.

You landed on top of him and clung to him, the blade in your hand already evaporated into ash and smoke, the wisps still flying off into the ether. You breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to move from your position in case the ground underneath you started moving again.

After a split second, you feel Minghao stirring and his arms tightening around you to keep you entangled with him.

“Are you okay?” You mumble, your voice further muffled by his coat.

“I’m okay.” He whispers back. “I know what happened. YN, I’m so sorry.” He attempts to look at you, his eyes full of worry in the moonlight.

“Don’t you dare apologise.” You shake your head. “It wasn’t you. It was the ghost. But we’re okay, you’re okay.” You snuggle back up to him, wanting to be close, as if someone was going to take him away from you if you didn’t cling to him. You’re trying to keep from shaking but you can’t stop the words tumbling out of you. “Hao, I was so scared, you have no idea. I thought I was going to lose you.”

It was all the pent up pressure finally releasing from your system, the anxiety over the exorcism, possibly an effect of the shot of exorcist booze you had earlier, who knows.

“You’re not going to lose me, do you hear me?” Minghao squeezes you tighter against him. “I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

His words ring in your ears and you melt against him. You can’t manage much, but despite it, you whisper back. “I love you too.”

It’s a split second later when you hear a commotion, loud voices and footsteps rushing towards you. It took them long enough, you think to yourself.

“There they are!” You hear Joshua shout. You raise your head slightly and watch as the crowd of onlookers gather in front of you.

“I told you they were fine.” Seungkwan clicks his tongue. You shift slightly, deciding you were finally calm enough to get up.

“Actually, we both almost died, but eh,” You shrug. “Potato, potato.” You say, helping Minghao sit up too.

“What happened?” Jeonghan all but wheezes in question. He looks like he’d run a marathon but you realise he probably just legged it up the stairs. You make a mental note to ask Minghao to torture him on morning jogs instead of you.

“The ghost discovered what a balcony is and decided to dangle me off it.” You tell them, accepting a strong paw from Mingyu to get on your feet. “But I managed to exorcise it before either one of us fell.”

“Well, in the grand scheme of things, if we made it with only a minor near-death experience, then I think we can call it a success.” Seungkwan comments. You glared at him for a second but he was kind of right.

“Hey, what are these?” You turn your attention to Vernon, who’s crouching to pick something up off the ground. He’s holding the pair of neon yellow glasses you’d thrown at Minghao.

“I think those might have saved my life.” You admit. “And yours.” You say to Minghao.

“One man’s trash, another man’s treasure.” Hoshi quips up.

“At least you admit it’s trash.” Minghao mutters as he stands up, dusting himself off.

“As long as you guys are okay, I think we should get a move on and pack up.” Jeonghan says. “I’d hate to be here if Platis people decide to roll up.”

“Right, we need to scat, ASAP.” Despite your fatigue, you’re back in work mode, ready to focus.

You call Wonwoo to let him know that you’re all done and to beg him and Seungcheol to come here and participate in the clean up so you can all go home faster. That seems to be incentive enough and they show up in no time.

It’s the middle of the night and it’s freezing as you work to dismantle everything you put up.

Coordinating everyone is easy enough, getting half of you to work on de-glow sticking the site and the rest undoing all the swords and fire pit and cleaning up any traces of yourselves from the apartment complex.

You find yourself working on the swords with Jeonghan and Joshua. As you look into the fire pit, you notice the pile of ashes that remain, sure that the cursed blade that killed your sister is long gone too. The thought fills you with reassurance and makes it seem more real - it is all over, truly.

After you pack it up, you stand looking at some of the scattered ash, mulling it over in your head.

You wish you could tell your sister about it all, to show her that you had done what need be and she really could rest now, finally.

“What are you looking at, kiddo?” Jeonghan appears by your side. His red hair is all messy from all the moving about but the exorcist blade is still holding it up like a hair pin.

“Nothing.” You reply. “There’s nothing left.” You say and look at him. He seems tired, more so than you’d seen him in the last few months but you know that you probably look just like that too. You think about all the months of hard work, years even, that he must have struggled through alone while he figured out how to end this once and for all.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says. “I know what you’re thinking.” He sighs, pausing for a moment, looking away. “It was the only thing I could do; I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was like I was possessed. I just had to get answers.”

“I know.” You say quietly, worried that your voice was going to betray you. “Thank you,” And it does. “For everything.” Your voice cracks slightly and your throat squeezes up. Jeonghan steps closer wordlessly and hugs you. You hug him back.

“If she could see you, she’d be really proud of you.” He says without letting you go.

“I hope so.” You pause. “I’m proud of you.” You say sincerely. This is more than you can handle, feelings wise, so you slowly let go.

“Thanks, kiddo.” He smiles but you sense a hint of bittersweetness, the same one that you feel, because after all, you’ve done all this but it doesn’t bring back your sister. “Now, let’s go home.”

You thank everyone for their hard work and tell them all to go and get some sleep since it was nearing two in the morning already.

You linger a little longer, in fact, making sure everyone puts away all the boxes that you came with, spread amongst your car trunks. You sent everyone off, some back to the office and some back to their own apartments, telling them that you’ll deal with everything tomorrow morning.

You and Minghao are the last ones remaining.

You find him leaning on the hood of your car, looking up at the night sky. There’s clouds that hadn’t been there before and it looks like it might rain.

“So,” You begin, joining him on the hood, your body pressed up next to his. “You love me, huh?” You say mischievously.

“Oh jeez, don’t make me take it back.” He warns, just as teasingly, turning to look at you.

“No take-backs! I was just contemplating the fact.” You say. “Especially because I love you. Funny that.”

“Very.” He smiles, taking one of your hands in his. Yours are abnormally cold while his are welcomingly warm. “Does that mean I’ve passed the probation period?”

“Huh? What probation period?” You ask, suddenly intrigued.

“The boyfriend probation period, but also the medium one. You know, how you hired me while Hoshi was out.” He explains. Huh.

You’d kind of forgotten that you hadn’t hired Minghao as a concretely permanent medium, although you hadn’t explicitly declared a probation period. Yet, over the months he was with you, you’d felt like he’d been there forever so it never occurred to you that he was still sort of covering for Hoshi.

“Well you’ve definitely passed the medium one.” You say, drawing out your response just to wind him up. “But the boyfriend one…I’m gonna have to think about that.” You hum as you bring up a hand to Minghao’s cheek so you can guide his mouth to yours.

The way he kisses you is answer enough. He knows exactly what you mean without you saying it, wordless communication passing over the two of you again. Even though you’re close to freezing out in the December frost, your heart is so very warm.

You feel something cold drop on your cheek, a droplet, and think it’s raining. The two of you pull away and glance up, but instead of rain, you see thick snow flakes cascading down to the ground all around you.

“That’s weird; the forecast didn’t say anything about snow.” Minghao says.

“It was probably us. I don’t think it’s snowing anywhere else but where the ghosts were.” You reply. “It is incredibly cold though, so let’s go.”

And with that you sit in the passenger seat of your car and let Minghao take you home.

It takes a couple of weeks before you got back to your regular routines. You mandate a serious holiday for your office and beyond, including all the mediums that took part in the exorcism. The lot of you spend the holiday season together more or less, enjoying the much deserved break and festivities and New Year, stuffing yourselves with the feast that Mingyu begs for you to actually eat this time instead of sacrificing.

In that time, you run out of special tea and use it as an excuse to visit your aunt at the plantation, bringing Minghao and Jeonghan along. Your aunt takes an immediate liking to Minghao, much the way that reminds you of how she took in Jeonghan all those years ago but even if you’re all happy together, there’s a part of you that misses your sister still and wishes she was there with you.

A while after you come back from your holidays and get back to work, you receive a cryptic message from none other than Jihoon. You’d been expecting some kind of correspondence from him since you’d given Wonwoo his business card, but this was not really what you were waiting for.

The message was short and professional, very much in Jihoon’s way of talking and he said he was coming in from the Council to meet.

You gather Jeonghan and Seungkwan as requested, since you were the exorcists on the case and wait for him to arrive at your office.

Seungkwan is tapping a nervous hand on the table, clearly antsy about the visit.

“What do you think he wants?” He asks, chewing on his lip, eyes flitting to the clock.

“Relax, Boo.” You sigh. “I’m sure he just wants to see how we got on with the project.”

“Yeah, well, forgive me but the last time Jihoon made a visit, he gave me a health code violation because I’d let Vernon mix coffee with energy drinks before an exorcism.” Seungkwan replies curtly. “I don’t even know we had a rule about that or how Jihoon found out about it. He’s terrifying.” You notice the slight horror on his face and purse your lips.

“Maybe he found out you were sleeping with Minghao.” Jeonghan snickers. You glare at him, eyes narrowed.

“That’s very rich coming from you, sir.” You retort angrily.

“Touché.” He shrugs.

You don’t have more time to contemplate the nature of Jihoon’s visit because your door bell goes off. You’d forgotten the sound of it since hardly anyone ever uses it, so it almost scares you.

When you open the door, Jihoon greets you with a smile and you invite him to come in. He’s not wearing a suit for once, instead sporting jeans and a hoodie under a winter coat. This was possibly the first time you’d seen him without his professional Council attire and it’s a little shocking.

“Congrats on the case, guys.” He says brightly when you’re all settled in your conference room with a some piping hot tea.

“Thanks, Jihoon. But uh, for the sake of Seungkwan’s nervous twitch, could you tell us what made you come around personally? You don’t like leaving the Council usually, that’s all.” You prod gently, not wanting Jihoon to get the idea that you weren’t glad to see him.

“Ah, yeah, sorry if I startled you. It’s nothing bad, I just came by with some news.” He says.

“What kind of news?” Jeonghan asks, his scepticism clear.

“The Council Board of Directors read your initial reports on the case and expressed an interest in commissioning you for a joint academic paper on the subject.” Jihoon explains. “Now, I know you especially, Jeonghan, could probably write a book on demonology at this point, so I could put in a good word for you with the Board if you were interested in that too.”

There’s a stunned silence for a moment as the three of you process what you just heard. Academic paper? Commission from the Council? The three of you getting published? It was kind of crazy when you first heard it. Then on second thought - you and Seungkwan could handle doing the paper but Jihoon was right; Jeonghan could offer a lot of knowledge to the exorcist community on the research he’s done in the past three years. You only knew about the surface of his findings; who knew what else he’d learned over the years of following your obsessed sister?

You turn to Jeonghan, finding his face unreadable. “You should do it.” You say genuinely. “This could be huge. I mean think about it, you’ve already done most of the hard work. Why not share it?”

“You should all do it.” Jihoon nods. “You all did work on it, even if Jeonghan has the primary research credits on the paper. I mean it about the book. Think about it.”

In the end, you didn’t give Jihoon a concrete answer, mostly because you weren’t all on the same page, but it’s only a week later that your phone vibrates on your dinner table, Jeonghan’s name flashing up on the screen.

You and Minghao both look at it and then at each other, guessing what it was about.

“Kid, let’s do it!” Jeonghan says over the line. You smile, putting down your cutlery.

“It’s about time. I was starting to lose hope you’d say yes.” You tell him.

“And miss an opportunity to bug you for editorials every day? I don’t think so.” He laughs.

“I don’t care, you know. As long as you get published, I’ll pick up the phone every time.” You say proudly.

“Good to know, kiddo. Now, how do you spell-”

“Nope, goodbye.” And you hang up. Minghao looks at you, his face a mix of confusion and bemusement. “What? He can look it up himself.” You shrug.

“I didn’t say anything, darling.” He smirks. Your heart skips a beat at the nickname, and you suddenly forgot what you were talking about. “Would you like dessert?” He continues nonchalantly, oblivious to your stare.

You consider the offer for a second, finding there was something better that you wanted instead.

“I would, let’s go.” You stand up and half-drag Minghao up from his seat.

“Woah, where are we going? It’s in the fridge.” He yelps as you pull him away to the hallway. You roll your eyes and turn back, leaning in to kiss him quickly. He shuts up and kisses you back immediately.

“Not that kind of dessert.” You state obviously. Minghao stands still for a second then scoops you up in his arms and a loud squeak bubbles up from your chest as he swishes off to your bedroom.

You could never get enough of this playful side of Minghao, regardless of how many times he sweeps you off your feet or does something almost disgustingly romantic or cute.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your return to normalcy over the next couple of months makes you forgot that you ever had any place meddling with Platis and their shady friends. You’d mostly forgotten about the sting operation and all the details of the higher-ups’ corruption that you’d be let privy into.

That is until Wonwoo calls you up, asking if you were home and if he could stop by after his shift.

He brings two bags of friend chicken from your favourite place, practically grinning from ear to ear.

“We’ve got them!” He exclaims triumphantly when you ask him what was going on. That was possibly the loudest and happiest you’d ever heard him be. It was a little unnerving seeing Wonwoo like that but of course you were glad.

“‘Them’ as in?” You ask, unsure of exactly who you were talking about.

“As in those Platis bastards and their criminal pals.” He clarifies. “Thanks to the cameras you left and the search and seize, we got plenty of evidence to put them behind bars for good.”

“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing!” You grin back at him. “So they’ll be punished for everything they did, right?” You were meaning mostly the cemetery destruction but you knew they had done a lot more than that and you didn’t want to imagine it.

“Yes, most of the top dogs are probably going to get life sentences.” He continues. “We’ve recovered the gold too and the court agreed to distribute the money to good causes locally to make up for all the damage done. Families whose grave plots were destroyed will get compensated too.”

“That’s a relief. They must have been distressed when all of that happened.” You say.

“There are some families that are untraceable though, so not all of them.”

“Right, but there’s probably nothing that can be done about that. There’s records of the deceased’s names but nothing more so there’s no guarantee the family line didn’t die with them.” You reply.

“That’s true, but don’t worry about that, there’s people in admin that will keep looking. There is one other thing.” Wonwoo says. “We, meaning Sergeant Choi and I, happened to be on the team locating the gold and we found a little more than expected so…”

“What are you saying?” You hum, intrigued by the mention of gold.

“There’s a little something for your contribution to the bust.” You stare at him, unbelieving. “I spoke with Jihoon too since you gave me his number, and asked if the Council could buy the building off Platis with that money and turn it into something worth while.”

“Wow, I think that’s actually a great idea. It’ll be in better hands, but do we have to buy it off them? Isn’t there some way of making sure Platis gets nothing?” You really didn’t want those low lives getting anything even if they were behind bars.

“I’m asking our legal department if there’s anything that can be done, but the point still stands that the Council can snub Platis and do something meaningful with the place. Do you have any ideas?”

You think for a moment, imagining the building if it was finished.

“Maybe a hospital?” You suggest. You had no idea if the building itself was suitable to be made into a hospital but that was one of the first things that popped into your head.

“Nice, I’ll throw that in the report.” Wonwoo says, determined. “Thanks for the suggestion, YN. Cheers!” He holds up a drumstick and you thump your wing against it.

(And years later it does happen, and there’s a piece of you that’s proud to have had a say in that. After all, all the evil that had befallen that building had to be undone some how.)

And then winter faded away.

The thick layers of snow had melted away and the frost had thawed so the light could reach what was hidden beneath it once again. The sun rose high in the sky and there was a warmth wafting through the air, signalling the end of winter.

Your camellia bloomed, its light pink petals opening up gradually in the sun and you and Minghao finally came around to taking the spare key from under its large pot. You’d been curious as to when you’d gotten that camellia and asked Jeonghan about it.

He’d awkwardly told you that he and your sister had bought it together; her wanting a nice plant for the garden but him failing to confess to her the first time.

“This specific camellia means longing for someone. I thought it might hint at how I felt about her, but she had no idea when it came to the meanings of flowers.” He’d told you, a bittersweet smile on his face.

You sat looking at the flowers when they bloomed, thinking that all the both of you had now was the longing for her and that it may never truly go away no matter how beautiful life could become.

At some point Minghao comes to join you outside, folding himself up next to you on the staircase leading from the basement to the street. He sits quietly by your side, somehow knowing that that’s all you needed right now; just his company.

It’s then that it hits you that he’s really here to stay.

After all your long days and even longer nights alone, there was finally somebody by your side, having gotten through the tough season with you and being there to enjoy the first rays of light with you too. You’re suddenly reminded of what Minghao had told you when you’d sat side by side at Joshua’s house.

“…if your winter is hard, your spring will appear all the more beautiful.”

Back then, you hadn’t understood the full meaning of what he meant, but now, months later, you were beginning to.

Your winter had been hard; its rough and biting cold had shaken you to your bones, exhausted you to the core, yet, oh yet, when spring came, you basked in the first rays of sunshine as if it were a lifeline thrown to you.

And looking at Minghao, his eyes bright in the sun, you realised that he was your spring. The hope of a new season; the spring that you’d waited for while your heart froze, and the spring that came to you after you endured the rough depths of winter.

He feels your eyes on him and turns to you, giving you a small smile.

“What is it?” He asks, taking your hand in his, his fingers curling around yours. You shake your head.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.” You say, not feeling even a smidgen of cringing in your body. Minghao’s smile grows bigger but he looks down at your hands sheepishly.

“You’re going to have to warn me when you get all mushy from now on, YN.” He hums, coming closer.

“Noted…” You trail off, leaning in to meet him halfway.

You kiss him like the thousand times before, your heart summersaulting again as if it’s the first time. You pull away slightly after a moment.

“So, what should we do with this?” Minghao asks, holding up your spare key.

“I have an idea.”

It ends up under the pot of some luscious red chrysanthemums that you and Minghao go to buy together. You thought you may as well keep to tradition - get your own flower confession; you trying to express your deep love to Minghao while he probably had no idea what the hell you meant.

A couple of years later, he shows you he had understood, when he asks you to marry him, offering you one of the flowers from the pot before getting on one knee and presenting you with a rose quartz ring to hammer the point home.

Of course you said yes. And you said yes to everything after that.

Like getting a dog that ran around your house, causing chaos but also spreading so much joy. Especially in the mornings when you and Minghao were passed out under the covers.

It was time to walk him and while you’d usually take turns jogging with your precious child, the both of you were exhausted from last night’s workout (more like extended honeymoon boning fest).

“Hao, he’s your son before 7am.” You groan, burying yourself further in your pillow.

“He’s your son on weekends.” He replies, voice equally laced with sleep.

So, of course, you both ended up walking him, holding hands, walking side by side as always.

~ the end ~

a lil pinboard of IYWIH if anyone’s interested <3

A/N:

Dearest gentlereaders,

‘Tis Lady Whistled- jk it’s just me.

I might have given off the vibe that it wasn’t going to be a happy ending but y’all how could I do that? My babies have suffered enough, I want them to finally be happy.

I wanted to write a little note on the fic finally finishing since it was a long term project (I started in July 2022 up until May 2023 so it’s quite a big one hehe).

Okay, first of all, what a freaking blast. I loved writing this so, so much. It’s the longest thing I have ever written in my life (I see the word count is basically a whole ass novel wtf) and I’m really proud of this silly little story :’)

I’ve loved stories and writing since I was really young because I read so much as a kid and it was my happy place. I’ve pretty much wanted to be a writer in some way for like a decade but this is the first time I actually felt like one as I wrote all of this. Coming up with the plot was just so easy, it’s like the story wrote itself, except obviously I had to actually write it after that, not just let it live inside my head haha.

But this sense of accomplishment wouldn’t be what it is, if it wasn’t for my dear readers, I love you guys, you’re the sweetest moots <333

Seriously, anyone who has ever read a chapter, left a like or a comment, I owe you big for the encouragement I got from it.

I haven’t been too well in the last months and I’ve barely been on tumblr, but the thought of letting you guys down stopped me from giving up completely on the story, as I say - it could have very well just lived in my head. I just want to thank you all again sincerely for reading everything and leaving me so many sweet and lovely comments <3

@aceofvernons Xanthe! You’ve been supporting me since day 1 and I have no words. Like seriously, thank you so so much for coming along and sticking around and reading everything and going crazy with me, I appreciate you so much :’) you’re so lovely and darling, my dear, my favourite Vernon enthusiast in the world <333 sending you lots of love, mwah!

@sleeplessdawn Ro! I’m sorry I made you cry so much, I really am, but thank you for reading everything and feeling so much and telling me because I swear it’s so amazing hearing that you moved someone even a little :’) I hope you can forgive me for the emotional rollercoaster business because I love being moots with you and you’re so precious, love you <333

@kyeomsworld and @candidupped thank you for coming along for the ride and leaving me so many encouraging comments, receiving them made me very happy <3

@thesolarplanetarysystem Dani! it’s been like a few days but if anything happened to you I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself haha (sorry that was intense, I’ve been watching too much Brooklyn 99 lately). Thank you for letting me know how much you enjoyed the fic, it means the world to me that someone liked it so much, and I’m looking forward to reading your take on Minghao <333

Once again, thank you!!!! I’m going to post a separate note on fic plans on my blog just cuz I don’t want it to get buried in this chapter and forgotten but for now, this is me saying see you later <333

Yours sincerely,

Lena

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