#wenhan imagines

[wangyiboslily]

I HAVE BEEN IMAGINING ALL NIGHT ABOUT WHAT UNIQ UNCLES YIBO, YIXUAN, WENHAN SEUNGYOUN WOULD LOOK LIKE AND LASTLY HOW THE DAD SUNGJOO WOULD LOOK LIKE WITH HIS KID.

The kid is so lucky to have so many amazing uncles and i can imagine all of them spoiling the little one. Can i call myself an Aunt now too? hehe～❤❤❤

[minseologs]

intrusive ruminations

Looking at the pile of things she had to pack, most were replaceable in a way that once she lost them, she would not care in the world to even bother replacing it. A plain shirt, pants, some under clothes that would be helpful as a dressing if she bled out. It was as if Minseo never plans to return wherever it’ll take her. The last thing she needed to compress were medicines bandages, and space for all her weaponries. Cash can be stuffed anywhere. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her house maid bringing in more things to consider. With a half-hearted smile, she brings up slow-perishable snacks she can have on the road including a collapsible water bottle. 

“This is strange. It’s like when you were little again, you know, when your father had a lot of attempts.” 

There was a small smile on her lips, remembering doing the same things when she was little because of how dangerous her father’s life was. They got the family once, in a car accident that left her with an injured back. It was those occurrences that made her wonder in ache if she would have the same life for Jinwoo today, or if the proximity with who she deals with nowadays would affect her loved ones like Wenhan’s presence in the house or Woori as her closest known kin .

“Minseo, it doesn’t have to be like this, you know. We’ll protect you, like everyone else who stayed,” the woman laughs and it amuses her how long she’s been with the family. “Look at me, I learned all sorts of fighting because of you.”

“I don’t know why you stayed. Let alone, even be around a family like us.” She huffs, “That’s not really a good thing... You were here since I was little and not once you ever went back to your life? Ten years and more, you’re like us. Having nine lives and all.” 

“I guess that’s what happens when you put loyalty on a Choi huh?” They share a short laugh, but Minseo admits she was too tense to be having a moment like this right now. “You don’t have to think that everything will end badly, you know.”

“I can’t risk that now...”

“I know it’s hard thinking this way.” The woman begins to neatly pack things for her, and everything must fit in that backpack alone. “You’ll only be leaving pain everywhere you go.”

“That’s already happening now, can’t you see?” she gets defensive with the thought, “The lingering attachments, sabotaging every good thing that came my way-- I’m so afraid of having happiness in my life that it turns to ego and pride that held me up. I’m trying to undo it but somehow it always comes around-- fuck, I can’t even begin to think about the thought of them hurting you. What then? They’re gonna get Wenhan, Woori, then Xian, everyone of my friends, until they get me? I don’t think this will ever end until I’m dead.” 

“This is one of those things you always carried. It’s not that you’re afraid of getting hurt. You’re afraid of those around you will get hurt simply because you exist. And unfortunately it comes with the job, my dear,” She was motherly, and rather someone Minseo needed at this very moment. “Give yourself credit, you’ve protected all of us in this house for as long as you could. Running away wont be the answer. You’ll be leaving many things.” 

“I’ve turned recluse.” 

“And yet you give it your all to fight those men who want you dead.”

She was taken aback, the first person to realize how much she was hiding from everyone. Her shoulders drop in recoil, showing trust in her. 

“If a second life existed where my family was happier, then perhaps the only thing I would ever worry is if my grades were good.” she was visibly saddened at the thought. “But then again, will who I know exist now? Will those I loved be by my side then? I like imagining those things.” 

“I’m sure your second life was something much different.” The woman finished packing her bag, stepping back near the door as it was her turn to sit. “You were still meant to be courageous with that one, I’m sure.”

It left a soothing feeling with her remark. Like it’s been coaxed out of her. The same hopefulness she always carries. She watches the woman bow, but interrupts her path.

“I left a copy of the will in the garden, with the tomatoes...” Her eyes were set on the woman, as if to beg that she no longer wished to put up a fight. “Wenhan will own the house.”

“No need. He will follow you I’m sure.”

“Nothing bad will happen, you think?” she pauses, comforting herself once more. “I’ve had a good life. Nothing bad will happen.” 

“Even if it did, you will know what to do then.”

[seokmattchuus]

Ten Minutes - Wenhan

- Requested -

‘It’s not even a party-party’ She said. ‘He won’t even be there’ She said. 

Something told you not to go to with her tonight but no, you just had to let Sana drag you out. Sure, she didn’t know he’d be there either, but that didn’t really help your current situation.

But honestly, who even played seven minutes in heaven anymore? Let alone up the time? Who’s idea was it to make it ‘Ten minutes in heaven’? What happened to seven minutes? Seven was such a good number.

“Since neither of us want to be here, let’s just ignore each other until the time is up, okay?” Wenhan spoke harshly as he leaned against the closet wall.

You only nodded, not fond of the situation either. You had no idea why he was even upset with you. Sure, you were the one that wanted to break up, but he was the one that pushed you away.

As for your current situation, it was his idea if anything. When you were picked to go into the closet with him, you volunteered to drink instead, but of course, he said to just ‘hurry up’, even grabbing your wrist to drag you with him. 

But what was the point in dragging you into the damn closet if he was just going to be a bitch?

“Don’t look at me like that.” He spoke up, his voice shaking you from your thoughts.

“I’m not looking. I’m glaring.” You corrected.

“Well stop glaring at me like that.” He grumbled before standing up straight, the sudden action making you back up into whatever space you could.

“So much for ignoring each other.” You muttered.

He sighed in response, his eyes rolling.

“Can you at least drop the attitude?” You snapped. “I offered to back out, you didn’t let me, so now you’re stuck with me.”

“I didn’t let you because I don’t want you stuck with anyone else.” He said simply. “I’m the least of your worries compared to those idiots out there.” 

“Yeah, well I’d prefer them to you right about now.” You rolled your eyes as you turned so you could face the wall.

“If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t be doing nothing.” His tone held something you couldn’t recognize but you shrugged it off. “Especially if you give them the same view you’re giving me.”

You quickly moved to turn back around, a small scoff leaving your lips. Your dress wasn’t even that short. 

“Can you just shut up until the timer goes off?”

“Can you just shut up and stop acting like a brat?” He snapped back. “I’m doing you a favor. One that’s pissing me off just as much as it is you.”

“If it’s pissing you off then don’t do it.” You said simply, moving for the door handle but his hand caught yours before you could open it.

“I said stop acting up. Can’t you just listen?” His tone was more angry as he pushed you back in front of him.

“I don’t listen to assholes.” Your tone held it’s own anger as you tried to snatch your hand back but his grip only tightened.

“Well you’re going to have to listen to this one.” He stepped closer. “Like I said, it’s a favor.”

You tried once again to get your wrist back but he only stepped closer, the distance between the two of you officially nonexistence. 

“Can you not?” You tried to push him back but he wouldn’t budge. 

“Do you want to know why I’m pissed off?” His grip on your wrist tightened. “Because every single guy out there wouldn’t shut up about having you to themselves and I couldn’t take it.” He said. “So, yes. I’m taking advantage of the situation, but I’m trying to hold back. So can you please just shut up.”

It wasn’t a question and part of you was thankful that he didn’t want a response. But what gave him the right to be so demanding?

“Like I said.” You glared. “I don’t listen to asshol-”

You were cut off as he pinned your wrist to the side of your head.

“I told you,” He started, his free hand grabbing your other wrist and pinning it to the other side of your head. “To shut up.” He leaned in, now eye level with you. “You must really not like to listen, huh?”

“You already know I’m a brat.” You challenged. “So don’t act so surprised.”

“You’re my brat.” He smirked and you scoffed.

“Used to be.” You rolled your eyes, trying one last time to get your wrists back but to no avail.

“You can’t tell me you don’t miss it.” He challenged. “That you don’t miss me.”

You didn’t respond, opting to just glare at him. You did miss him, but why should he have the privilege of knowing that? 

“Why are you so quiet now?” He raised a brow. “You’ve had so much to say this whole time.”

You kept quiet but he didn’t seem to mind as he tilted his head and leaned in to place kisses along the side of your neck, letting out a light laugh as you sighed at the contact.

“What?” He smirked against you.

“W-Why are you-” You cut yourself off as he bit down on your sweet spot, the action having you squirming.

“I told you I was taking advantage of the situation.”

“What happened to holding back?” Your voice was giving you away but you really didn’t care.

“I said I was trying.” He corrected. “I’m not trying anymore.”

The words gave you a sudden boost of confidence and before you could stop it, you opened your mouth.

“So you missed me?” You smirked. 

“Why else would I have jumped at the opportunity to have you to myself?” He pulled away. “But unlike someone, I have no problem admitting it.”

“Then why are you taking your time?” You challenged.

“Because I’m an asshole.” He smirked.

“If I take it back will you hurry up?” You rolled your eyes.

“Someone’s demanding.” His tone was full of amusement and you were starting to wonder how much time had passed. 

“We’re pressed for time, y’know.” You kept your smile.

“Then I should get started.” He smirked, leaning back in to attack all of your sweet spots.

You bit your lip, suddenly remembering where you were.

In a closet.

At a party.

With people just feet away. 

“Can yo-” 

You were cut off as he bit harshly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, a moan falling from you as your back arched away from the wall.

“Still so easy.” You could feel his smirk against your skin as he moved to the other side, doing the same.

“It’s easy to say when you’re not the one getting marked up.” You grumbled, getting a harsher bite in return, your knees buckling at the feeling.

“Why? Do you want more?” He teased, pulling away from you and standing up straight. 

“Are you going to keep teasing me if I say yes?” 

“I won’t.” He smirked, letting go of your wrists and moving his hands to your hips. “Like you said. We’re pressed for time.”

“Then why are you still talking?”

“Because you didn’t answer me.” He smiled, squeezing your hips lightly before feeling them slide down towards your thighs. “I asked if you want more.”

You let out a shaky breath as his hand finally made contact with your thigh, the anticipation getting the better of you.

“Yes,�� You licked your lips, feeling his hand slowly caressing your thigh before making their way up. “I want more.” 

“God, this dress is so short.” He groaned as his hand finally cupped you, slowly rubbing his fingers against you as he glanced down to watch your reaction. “Did you wear it to impress someone?” He teased, rubbing harder, a small whine coming from you.

“Shh, princess, wouldn’t want the others to hear you.” He teased, his hand moving to the hem of your panties, pulling them down and using his foot to tap yours so you’d spread your legs. “Or do you want them to?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before his fingers were back on you, rubbing slow circles on your clit, reveling in how your hips started to grind against his hand.

“Already so needy.” He whispered before sliding his hand down and pushing a finger into you.

“You said you weren’t going to tease.” You whined, earning a second finger, your head falling back against the wall.

“I’d like to be the only one to hear those little noises of yours.” He whispered, starting to pump his fingers, his free hand coming up to cover your mouth just in time before you moaned out. “So I’d like to not give you more than you can handle.”

Despite his hand over your mouth, you tried your best to mumble out that you could take it but his thumb rubbing over your clit had you shutting up mid-sentence.

“You can’t even take my fingers, princess.” He scoffed, speeding his fingers up and smirking as your hand reached out to grab his upper arm. “So, how am I supposed to fuck you in here?”

You let out a whine as your hips helplessly bucked into hand, silently hoping he’d do more.

“Especially after all that attitude you gave me earlier.” He grunted, adding a third finger. “I’d say you’d have to apologize first.”

Your eyes rolled back at the sudden fullness, the grip you had on his upper arm tightened as his thumb brushed against your clit.

“Maybe I shouldn’t even let you cum.” He threatened, pulling his fingers out of you and rubbing slow circles on your clit instead.

You quickly shook your head, trying your best to whine out a protest despite his hand in the way.

“Coming to a party in this tiny little thing.” He growled, his lips moving back to your neck but not bothering to be gentle about it anymore. “Thinking I wouldn’t even be here.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your ear. “If you were trying to end up with someone else, why should I make you cum?”

The hand that was over your mouth loosened up as you whined again. The way your eyes were tearing up had him slowly pushing his fingers back inside you, but not resuming the pace he had before.

“Please-” 

It came out muffled, but you couldn’t care less. You knew he knew what you were saying and that was enough for you.

“Wenhan pl-” You were cut off as his fingers went back to where they were before. 

Hearing his name, or at least some form of it come off your lips had him determined to make you cum. He could always save the teasing for later.

“Come on, princess.” He cooed, the softness of his voice having your stomach tightening. “I know how close you are.” He smirked, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly. “Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.”

The words alone were enough to be your downfall, but you couldn’t even enjoy it as someone knocked on the closet door.

“Time’s up!”

“I take it you’re leaving with me, then?” He smirked, taking his fingers out of you and bringing them up to his lips, the action making you shudder.

“I won’t tease you this time.”

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[peacefulmoonflower]

The New Neighbor Intro/Part 1

Pairing: Li Wenhan x Reader

(Oof- this isn’t that great but it may get better😂 also it’s so hard to find pics of them??)

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[serendipitykpop]

uniq masterlist

Yixuan

are you awake?

Sungjoo

Wenhan

Seungyoun

long time no see

Yibo

let them talk

[enhawinnieee]

Idol Producer S2 Imagines/Scenarios Requests Open!

This is a PSA that I’ll be writing for the cuties from Qing chun you ni/Idol Producer S2, My requests are always open if you’d like to sens one fro one of them! and since I am on a long vacation, I’ll be able to write fast! 

Other groups I write for:

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[bambamisnotbig]

UNIQ Reacts to You Taking Off Your Bra Without Removing Your Shirt

@dragonjiyuulreactions: Can I have Uniq's reaction to you taking your bra off from under your shirt? Thank you, I wish you good luck for the rest of the year. :)

***

Yixuan: 3...2...1... It literally takes him a couple of seconds to process how you removed your bra without taking off your shirt. When you finally show him how easy it is, he laughs and asks you to show him again. Ugh...no you gotta take your shirt off to put your bra back on. Let’s just say the bra wasn’t the only thing you removed for him. ;)

Seungyoun: This boy will be so surprised, like he will think you’re a goddess or something, “Babe, how did you do that?!? You didn’t even take off your shirt!” You just explain how easy it is and laugh at his amazed face.

Sungjoo: “Wait...how the hell?....” He’ll think you’re a magician and just stare at you without saying a word because it low key turned him on. Your perfect breasts almost popping out of your shirt was definitely getting under his skin and he was going to make you pay for the damage you’ve done. 

Wenhan: *horny Wenhan activated* He won’t be as surprised as the others but it will seriously turn him on. Like way more than you know. He won’t say anything until he sees how erect your nipples are. Then is all goes downhill from that...or uphill if you know what I mean. ;) 

Yibo: “What the fuck just happened?” He stares at you like you have two heads and looks you up and down. He finally starts to realize what happens and chuckles a little bit. “I thought you were a witch for a second...”

***

[kbr-squad]

Snap Fake: UNIQ #1.

Espero que gostem, xuxus 💕

OBS: Tive que apagar e repostar.

~Ella

[textmybias]

Room mate texts W/ Seungyoun

Thanks for requesting !

[slumdogd]

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

@antiresolution + "If you came here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it."

“If you came here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.” Wenhan says from the door way, wedged between the door and its frame as he looked Lì over with an indifferent regard. There’s a silence shared between them with their mutual glance, dark eyes staring back at his own; which were sleepless and puffy from crying. Wenhan is gone the next moment, door left swinging wide as if to say come in.

Lì toes off his shoes by the door, closing it behind him as he made his way into the house he had frequented one other time. “So she told you all of it?” He cringes internally, feeling completely small at the idea that Minseo Jie had told Wenhan about his drunk driving and inconsolable nature over a particular mutual friend. There’s a lump in his throat as he moves toward the kitchen, teetering at the edge of the kitchen counter where he watches Wenhan pour a drink for himself, then for Lì.

“Yes.” He says it a little dully as he sips from his glass of wine, hand pushing forward Lì’s own glass toward him. “You could have ended up around a tree, you know.” He says it in a way that isn’t laced with concern, but a curiosity.

He’s silent, then, and takes a languid sip of wine, notes of fruity dryness to it. “Has he been here…?” His voice almost cracks as he asks it, back turning in embarrassment at the fact and he leans with his back to Wenhan, bench cool under his elbows that rested against them.

“He was.” The voice says from behind him, calculative, curt. “We talked about it some.”

“Was he upset?” He asks, and it backfires on him, the thought of the man upset causing his own eyes to water.

“That, among other things. He drank quite a bit.” Wenhan’s tone is lighter now, moving from the kitchen to the lounge with ease, slumping down onto the couch with a barely audible thud, and Lì’s mind shifts as he goes quiet yet again.

He imagines stiff shoulders hunched over, probably holding a glass of some amber-looking liquid and finely curated brows knitted together as he drank in silence. It forces Lì to grab his drink and throw back the rest of the liquid, evoking a grimace of distaste across his face. “So what you mean is he was angry, probably.”

“You know him like I do, don’t you?” Wenhan says, and the image of Taeil on the couch is gone as Lì sits down in the spot beside Wenhan, his head lulling back against it as he slumps back, eyes staring over at the side profile that was exposed to him. He thought to himself briefly that he’d get Wenhan to sit still for him one day, just for a little scribble. His gaze is met, the weight of his eyes seemingly heavy on the other, but surely, by now, Wenhan was used to Lì’s awfully observant nature. It was something they had discussed before, anyway. That he liked to stare, that he couldn’t help his stare.

“Tell me it’ll be okay, ge.” Lì’s voice falls quiet, and his eyes move to stare up at the ceiling as if waiting for it to crack apart and crush him. Oh how he wished it would crush him…

“I don’t know that didi, but I only hope for your sake, it will be.” And then there’s silence between them that the both of them are comfortable being in, unsure what to even say as the night drones on.

[eclipsenoir]

I hope the puzzle pieces ypu collect from everyone burn you a little so you remember to look up

There always had been something dreamlike about watching the world peel itself apart from the clutches of black evening and a lazy scrutiny of stars while seated at the top of the world. About standing adjacent to an infinite seabed of life and listening to how slowly the day ahead began to take its very first, quivering breath. A telling shudder that, from below, seemed to soar as wide as it were deep throughout migrating cloud banks, plucking their wholeness apart from evening dew along the outline like filling a great, cerulean pond with tiny pebbles polished white. 

They were what held the proud heads of green and pink and fiery red trees captive alongside the earth of mid-may, and by demand inspiring the creatures that lived amongst them to embrace what life they had left once again. Here in the forest of a mountain that felt very much alive, Taeil could feel his blood warming up in response and reaching for what life reached back.

The morning sun seemed soft and drowsy on the horizon. Finally beginning its imminent race for the sky’s apex, it climbed the ropes of time with due diligence of a flame absconding the stifling bonfire which it’d come from. Taeil watched as its thin slivers of scarlet swam between trees and rocks and passed along the luscious sheen of Wenhan’s crown; first a shy peek, before it became a gentle glower that cradled the world vibrant in its incandescent flare. In spite of himself, he could only smile in midst of his rapture with such a dreamy sight, and of Wenhan, speaking with his mouth scorched red by the lazy sunlight. 

He imagined mother nature taking tea with a mammoth star on each broad rung of his friend’s shoulders, that the drink tasted as gingerly as it caressed the shells of his ears and the freckle on Wenhan’s top lip. You look stupid, he heard said man say tartly, and then it was his turn to swallow rays. Then we must look alike.

Judging by how the trees they soon passed seemed to lean forward towards that hue mirrored on their mouths instead of perching upright, they were quickly closing in on the top. Rising uphill and offshore with daybreak on their heels, and Taeil could thankfully smell it in the crisp, whistling exhales that rushed in a blur past them. This was his first hike of the year so he was horridly clumsy in his sneakers and sweated like it, head light and ankles burning with the effort of skipping stones and fallen trunks along the way, responding properly to hours spent veering further off the main path he usually took. But every time he’d twisted his ankles or thought with false alarm that he’d stepped on a snake felt worthwhile once they’d breached an outcrop slanted close to the peak, far from suspicion.

This was the top of the world. A rough, cracked hunk of bulging rock, held still between sky and earth and overlooking a downslope rife with spring. Astride it Taeil and Wenhan stood, playing with life’s complete opposite.

“So did you bring a little bandaid like I told you to? Y’know, for that bullet wound I might put in either one of our feet in a bit.” Taeil said, clad in casual bravado. He took a questionable stance with the gun framed in his otherwise confident grip, and conjured an image of his gamer tag in the back of his mind. All those hours weren’t meant for nothing after all. 

Between his brows he pinned a target in the distance, locked a falcon’s gaze onto it before finally pulling the trigger. But this was real life. The gun exploded into a harsh jerk and started to smoke, and he almost dropped it. His ears started ringing immediately after the loud shriek of a freshly fired bullet.

Wenhan hovered just behind him, unlit cigarette in his mouth and wrapped in a dense air of amused assessment. He flicked hard at the back of Taeil’s exposed neck. “Told you it’d be loud. I didn’t bring the bandaid but we can staunch the bleeding with your giant fingers instead.”

Taeil turned to him, wincing because of the echoing against his eardrums. He swept the cigarette from the pinch of Wenhan’s lips. “Or this thing in your mouth.”

Wenhan just gave him a pleased little grin that softened his angular cheekbones.

From up here, Taeil was first witness to the all-connectedness of life as it were, while counting the bullets being spat into shrubs and invisible targets way below. After each one he reminded himself how they could take away what precious torrent of spirit the morning had just arrived with. Then came his favourite part; of disassembly and examinations, and seeing who could put the gun back together the fastest. Naturally, Wenhan had won every single time.

“Being up here and seeing how small we are reminds me of how much I have left of the world to take apart firsthand.” Taeil still had the cigarette at hand, being no stranger to them, and he was playing with it while sorting his thoughts. The morning was settling alongside them, too, making it easier. He appeared softer now, with the wind only caressing his skewed bun instead of seeking to skewer it entirely off his head.

“Seeing it makes me wanna reach out and tear everything and everyone apart, see what happens, then put them back together even more. Like this stupid gun.”

Wenhan was quiet for a while, lounging with his legs outstretched and stare upturned. The weather agreed with him, as he looked neater and less disarrayed than Taeil believed he did himself. But he seemed in deep thought, or maybe he was counting the peppered clouds, just shy of reach from their reality. Taeil wondered if this is how he always seemed to know just what to say. 

“I hope the puzzle pieces you collect from everyone burn you a little.” Wenhan said eventually. Taeil stared hard at his eyebrows, a quiet ferocity settling onto and defining his gentler profile.

“What? Why would you wish such a tragedy upon me?”

Wenhan thieved his cigarette back with the finessed succession of a pickpocket. A curious, brushstroke of a stare poured between two sides of one coin as Wenhan finished his sentence, “So you remember to look up.”

“Look up? I’m looking up right now and all I see is a cloud that’s shaped like a testicle–”

“No, dumbass. It’s a question of taking a moment for yourself.”

“You didn’t ask me a question, though.”

“I will kill you in broad daylight.”

[minseologs]

an ounce of sentiment

ft// 0NAIR, anti_resolution, jinteopark, spoiledsins, _Neo94, JUDASPRIEST_, LIUXIAN, _92KSM

“This life has been a landscape of pain. 

              and still, flowers bloom in it.” -- Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

There was something so gentle about the wind that she liked. The fields greet her early in the morning as she walks out to her new job in town, her last day. It was a short time but she truly enjoyed being there. She was welcomed by most of the staff— a few hugs and cute greeting made her smile before she gets to work.

It was definitely a different of an environment back in the city.

~

The slippers belonging to Wenhan have been occupied by Minseo as her feet dangle off of the edge of the entrance to the house, himself by her side. They were sharing an afternoon together as he held her hand. Minseo confesses that she was feeling a little heartbroken, and so did he. So they agreed to be by each other’s side for the time being. No one would truly understand how she felt other than him. On most things.

“Do you think I’d ever have that?” Minseo feels his hand draw something— a character of some sort. She follows it.

“Someone loves you as much as you love them?” Wenhan’s words come out as a statement rather than curiosity, he finishes the lines on her palm. “A partner. Loyalty.”

There was a drop of tear on his skin, herself just letting the sadness wash over her. She felt annoyed being like this again— refusing to face him. “Bird..?” A soft chuckle. A bitter one as she guesses what he had traced. “What is it— sparrow?”

His hand cups her face, their foreheads rest against each other. There was a gentle grin on Wenhan’s lips while he erases the traces of her tears. “Sparrow, my air calligraphy is shit.”

She kisses his cheek, leaning down on his shoulder for comfort. She prefers no one else when it comes to things like this. He continues on as he leans his cheek down her head.

“I think you’ll have it… it might not be how you imagined it…”

~

“Wear it, just incase,” he muses, preparing to leave. The bracelet was subtle, odd looking and didn’t look like it belonged in their time. “Don’t do anything stupid while you’re alone here.”

“Sure,” she looks at it, still having a hard time wrapping her thoughts of this jewelry she was told was like a beacon— Minseo’s form waits by the door as Chaz wears his shoes. He couldn’t help but notice as the awkward pause was there. She sighs. “I promise not to do anything stupid while I’m alone here.”

“Good.” He stands, another pause before he realizes another pair of slippers were there. It implied she won’t be alone for long. “I’ll visit you again when I can. After Liverpool, maybe? To check up on you.”

“You can just call.”

“You don’t answer sometimes. And aside from that, you don’t tell me the truth. I’d have to see it for myself now.”

He was right. Minseo’s been terrible at keeping in contact with anyone lately. She was thankful. Another pause, “well— don’t forget to eat.”

It seemed like she wanted to say something before she raises a hand to wave goodbye. He does the same thing, with a smile and all.

~

“Mm— noona, I think you should just stay here.” Neo’s voice pipes up, chuckling a bit as Minseo returns it. “You’re just meant for the city.”

“Maybe in the future—“ she responds, taking a sip of her drink. They walk side by side as others, “who knows, maybe Santa might answer your wish this year?”

His face lights up as there was a hint Minseo will return to Seoul. But there was also a different message she laced it with. “I look forward to it. After all, you’ll be here for my wedding, right?”

A soft hand on his back, she felt welcomed to invitation. She smiles gently, nodding at the exchange.

~

“You know— you don’t have to keep baking for me—“ she chuckles as Sangmi stacks bread in front of her “Give it to your other friends?”

“I already have— you take it.” She argues, and last stack of it was pushed to her side of the table as Minseo thanks her, placing them back in the tote bag. Her fingers tap the table as Sangmi tries to extend the conversation. “Hey— are you alright? We haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Oh you know, here and there.” She answers— not that there was really anything to say. “Listen… thank you, for all of this, really.”

“It’s what friends are for.” Her voice was gentle, trying to lighten the mood. Minseo never really thought she was ever close to sangmi, she only became acquainted with her because of Woori. But this was beyond what she had expected of her. Minseo’s heart was already locked away by the time everything had happened, and surely, looking at Sangmi felt painful for some reason. “But I do hope you come back to Seoul soon! And, permanently. Maybe we can have another spa night—?”

There was a gentle smile, nodding in agreement as she felt welcomed. For a moment her eyes avert to her hands before nodding.

“I’d like that.”

~

“Jiejie, that’s a lot of eggs—“ Xian haggled them to prevent them from falling while Minseo held Juju in her arms. A quick visit to him before travelling, she couldn’t help but think how he’s been since the accident. 

Xian must’ve caught on as he sees her looking at his hand. “It’s fine, how many times do I have to tell you that?”

She doesn’t respond and looks away before letting the cat go, inviting himself to sit on his chair and the younger one couldn’t help but immediately set up a small plate for her so they can eat the tiramisu she brought. The two don’t exchange as much words as she does with his older brother, as it seemed they were better at exchanging actions. He’s grown so much, it felt strange she actually meets up with him on his own. The first slice lands on her plate, before he serves himself. 

“I still can’t believe it has eggs--”

“We’re not talking about this--” 

~

“Here’s the recent files you asked for, also— heads up that your father’s pretty much still searching for you in Japan. I wouldn’t go there if I were you.” A lunch break with Matteo was always quick, but she opted to let Hyejung join as well. After all, they became her unofficial bodyguards. “Woori’s schedules won’t be late until the recording later tonight so Hyejung will accompany you.”

“Mm—“ half way through her chewing, Hyejung presents a child’s pill case and hands it to Minseo. She looks at her odd as they chuckle. “Figured you might get discouraged if Pororo is staring in to your soul.”

“Thoughtful.” She rolls her eyes before she too, eats. As a matter of fact, she was eating well compared before. The two notice. “Thank you. Both of you.”

“You’re eating well today.” Hyejung muses to the older one as Matteo just grins. “Someone visited?”

She only sighs, finishing the food quietly.

~

“Honestly… I don’t know— but if he’s ready, I’m ready!” Woori excitedly announces as she cuddled next to her. The two were sharing each other’s hopes for the next few years. “You’ll be my Maid of Honor, right?”

To be honest, Minseo hasn’t thought that far. She knows what she’s getting into, so whatever the outcome it would be too dangerous for her to know. She held her hand softly. Smiling at the thought of seeing her in a wedding dress, of who she could proudly call her sister. “Of course. I’d be honored, my dear.”

The girls talked about everything that night. From how their lives would be in the future, to how much have changed since they were little. They shared a laugh or two about decisions they’ve made, and we’re able to heal a little from what was lost.

“Hey…” she pipes up suddenly, Woori’s doe eyes look up to her. “Thank you, for caring.”

The younger one’s smile fades, knowing what she meant. But she just smiles again and sighs, nodding and accepting it.

~

From time to time, Minseo looks at people’s messages on how she’s doing before heading out. To remind herself that it’s not so bad. She wishes they always had a good day, hoping that whatever they are going through would somehow be easier if it won’t go by quickly.

“Your aunts and uncles are pestering me as always.” She speaks, her reflection on the glass being shown as she cleans up Jinwoo’s cubicle. There were many things left behind like toys and snacks. “I see that they are also spoiling you here, huh?” She chuckles, she was diligent in ensuring he had more space for the next few visitors. Minseo began to tell about her day with her friends whom Jinwoo had also liked.

“Watch over them for me, okay? You know how much they love you...” She speaks, putting him back and closes the glass door. Her palm on it before she goes off. “And me… so be their angel. Dont work too hard though, I dont want you getting tired, alright?” There was a soft gust of wind outside. "Looks like Uncle Wenhan's having a pretty tough week too. Get to him first, I'm sure he will appreciate a blessing or two."

She enters her car, sighing for a moment as she drives back to the countryside. The city becomes a small picture behind her, she smiles softly to herself, thinking how lucky she was despite everything else that had happened.

Maybe someday. I’ll be my old self again. Maybe.

[sunlight-additions]

LiHua’s Profile(UNIQ)

{Korean Name}

Nabi Yun

{Chinese Name}

LiHua Yun

{Date Of Birth}

September 8, 1998 (Atami, Japan)

{Group}

UINQ

{Ethnicity}

Chinese

Korean

{Nationality}

Japanese

Korean

{Sexuality}

Bisexual

{Languages}

~Fluent~

Japanese

Mandarin(Chinese)

Korean

~Learning~

Cantonese(Chinese)

English

Vietnamese

{Company}

Yuehua Entertainment

{Family}

Father-Bohai Yun(B.1972)

Mother-Eunji Park(B.1972)

Brother-Jihoon Yun(B.1993-2016)

Brother-Jisoo Yun(B.1996)

Sister-Minsu Yun(B.2000)

{About her}

Will drink milk tea till the day she dies

Is 100% not afraid of being judged

A giant Pokémon fan

A living meme

A very passionate person

Is well known in Asia for challenging society’s standards for women

Will absolutely learn about any cultures before she visits the countries that they come from

[peacefulmoonflower]

The New Neighbor: Part 3

Pairing: Li Wenhan x Reader

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[antiresolution]

| 9:15 AM | 

“You’re distracted, gege.”

Xian’s face is a distorted ghost in the bakery’s display glass as Wenhan watches lips move and stares at the back of a head peppered with peach fuzz. His brother’s dramatics were so precisely habitual. Always changing something drastic outwardly to match the inside.

What was he trying to get rid of?

“Am I? You look like some fucking anime villain now. It’s distracting.” 

He adds a croissant to Xian’s choice of baguette and pays before his little brother can fish out any money. The paper bag stays cradled in one arm once they’re outside, turning his back to a man in a simple black suit that had been trailing them since the airport. Xian easily follows the direction of his quickening pace.

“You’ve been quiet… even mama calls me to ask about you.” There’s no edge to Xian’s words. Simply a hum. “You make jokes to hide.”

Wenhan turns on his heel, not hiding the upward curl of his mouth when Xian trips trying not to crash into him. He offers the bag over to his brother, eyes on the man across the street. His father wasn’t even trying to be fucking subtle with these new bodyguards. He’d become an ant under a microscope after Busan. 

“You’ve been keeping your own secrets. I’m not mad about it.” Xian looks up at him, silenced by a mouthful of bread. “You have your reasons, and you shouldn’t be careless with trust.”

Trust. 

That’s what had brought them together in the first place. 

Trust was so fragile and easily disguised.

Wenhan raises and swings his fist into the center of Xian’s face. The paper bag crashes to the sidewalk as his brother’s reply dissolves into a gasp of pain and cursing. 

Wenhan does no more than flex his hand and barely dodges Xian’s returning swing.

“Stop whining... I’ll put ice on it for you later.” The guard now had a phone cradled to their ear. Wenhan can only imagine the call he’d get from his father later for being reckless in public. “It’ll give our family something to talk about...”

and a narrative to distrust. 

| 4:12 PM |

Wenhan walks under the shade of Cafe de Flore’s famous canopy. His bright red suit is like a shocking spill of blood across the backdrop of their soft brown and cream architecture. He’s out of place just the way he wants, a little too much of a show for the quiet evening, and doesn’t turn his face away when a stray photographer from fashion week’s chaos raises their camera. This is about being in the wrong place at the right time as he takes a seat across from someone who in contrast has been trying so hard to hide. 

“Wenhan--” 

Minseo stares at Wenhan, eyes widening a fraction before they narrow. 

The piece of waffle on her fork thuds back into a puddle of syrup. Wenhan wastes no time stealing the pastry into his own mouth.

He smiles as he chews.

“You shouldn’t put landmarks in your photos if you don’t want to be found, darling. You’re terrible at this runaway game, or maybe a bit too clever.” 

Minseo sits up a little straighter. Her lips close and become thin. Wenhan flips off the photographer that raises their camera on the two of them. Minseo’s shoulders only relax with the lens pointed to the ground.

“You’re planning something.”

“Aren’t you?”

Wenhan takes one of her hands, and they sit in silence, simply looking at each other. 

Her grip tightens around his. Careful fingertips hover over bruising knuckles.

“If you need help…” 

His hand slips out of hers, and he smiles before checking his watch.

4:30. 

Every head at the cafe turns to the sound of an ambulance siren as it wails down the street. 

Wenhan keeps his eyes on Minseo until the siren fades. 

“Oh, before I forget-- Blondie says hi, and to beware of soil.” Her brow furrows and lips part without a sound. “Every soil pit will want to keep you rooted.”

Minseo doesn’t stand up to chase him. 

They would always find each other at the right time.

| 6:32 PM |

Wenhan’s shoes hit dull hospital tile floors with no intention of being sidetracked. He walks fast as if he can outrun familiar smells that launch him into years spent mostly in bed. Always at the mercy of wires taped to his skin and tests that never seemed to offer an escape. 

Yet, the smile on his face is easy and practiced once he enters the room. He sets an obnoxiously dressed basket of fruit on a table already filled with flowers.

“From my father‒‒ who sends his regards, and me. Ahh, so cliche. Shame all this shit will rot.”

The only response that comes is the steady beep of a monitor and rasp of an oxygen tank. The man remains immobile in bed, but silent eyes follow Wenhan as he tears open plastic and casually peels a banana. 

“People love to hate cliches, but everything is built on them. They make great stories.” Chair legs scrape the floor, and Wenhan sits close enough to see the veins sprawled over tired eyes. He waves the half eaten banana under a nose filled with wires. “It’s so cliche… that you survived.” 

He boredly chews on his banana, dropping the empty peel on his old ‘friend’s’ chest.

“I heard there’s a chance you’ll fully recover. Can’t move, huh? But you still feel.” Wenhan lets his hand curl around their throat, grip slowly tightening, watching frantic eyes bulge. His own face is a blank canvas. Lips together, brow smooth, gaze steady. “You should have stayed the fuck away from Sol.”

And just like this, he lets go. 

Wenhan stands and buttons his suit jacket, smoothing hands over unwrinkled fabric. 

“Yingyue will miss you at the show.”