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[wondernus]

— DAD OF THE YEAR

SYNOPSIS: seungcheol accidentally reveals he has a daughter on a first date and doesn't know how to tell you that his daughter is a dog

PAIRING: csc x reader

GENRE: fluff

TAGS: first dates, dog dad cheol

WC: 575

MESSAGE FROM NU: s/o to this seungcheol for making it out of the dating app conversation phase & making it work bc I did it once and it did not turn out like this

seungcheol doesn't know if he has the heart to tell you that it was all a misunderstanding that he accidentally took too far. several hours of conversations on a popular dating app about various niche topics that piqued both of your interests led the two of you to skip the basics. he didn't find out about your occupation until twenty minutes into the current date.

when you accidentally drop your phone on the sidewalk, he immediately bends over to pick it up for you. but one of kkuma's several hair clips from the last time he walked her falls out of his jacket pocket and slides a few centimeters away from his hand. by the time he slips it back into his pocket, you've already seen the pastel-hued flower clip.

you tilt your head at him while he hands you back your phone as if to ask him who that clip belongs to.

"my daughter" — the answer slips out of his mouth before he can correct himself. he's already so used to calling his dog his daughter that it feels right to address her in that way.

when he realizes his mistake, he's expecting a question from you asking for an explanation about the bomb that he just dropped. his correction forms on the tip of his tongue, but you're quick to beat him. and weirdly enough, you ask him about her clips and whether or not he does her hair every day.

the several pistons that churn his brain are all firing at once. there's a frenzy happening in his mind. are you going to ignore the fact that he said he has a daughter even though the daughter is technically a dog? would you think of him differently? he already knows about how you always look at city bike riders to see if they've adjusted their seats high enough, but he doesn't even know if you're a dog person.

yet he casually continues the conversation. he's been sucked into a black hole. he loves talking about her accessories and the different ways he dresses her up. she's his daughter. of course he's going to spoil her and dote on her all the time. he can't stop talking about her and embarrassingly spends a good chunk of the date talking about her.

he talks about how she's the smartest in her class, how she's a picky eater, and how she sleeps by his side. he thinks you're fully convinced that he has a human child at this point, but he doesn't know when exactly is a good time to casually drop the fact that he has been talking about a dog the whole time.

"do you have pictures of her?" you ask him. the question causes him to physically stop in his tracks.

"huh?" he dumbly asks in response.

"your dog right? I remember seeing a pic of her in your profile." you're smiling at him.

all of the little fires in his head extinguish. smoke rises from the top of his head. gosh, it feels so nice to know that there wasn't a miscommunication. you're a good listener and you pay attention to tiny details that even he might miss. he thinks you're cute, especially the way your eyes seem to smile more than your mouth. he blushes.

"yeah. lots of them." he grins while pulling out his phone from his pocket. "we can picnic with her next time."

"great. it's a date."

[wavelikewhat]

Heartstrings

Pairing: Producer!Woozi x Producer!Reader (she/her pronouns) Summary: You help Jihoon meet an unexpected deadline for a song and he wonders why he can’t stop thinking about you. Luckily his members nudge him toward the answer. Wordcount: 4.5k Content notes: none Genre/themes/appearances: fluff, strangers to lovers, idol/non-idol, music talk, Hoshi meddling, Seungcheol interrogating, Jeonghan snooping

A/N: So this is technically a fanfic for two fanfics: when I read i look good on you by @seungkwansphd I needed a backstory for them immediately. Then last week I read Live by @wondernus and it felt like it fit into my headcanon, so my mind started filling out how they met and got back together and began a public relationship… So here I am posting my first Woozi fic that is a fake prequel to those two, in a way? Please read those because they are so short and so sweet and will have your imagination (and heart) racing! This story is about how this couple gets together :)

“Ya! Soonyoung!” Jihoon called out.

Soonyoung abruptly stopped dancing and turned around, surprised to see Jihoon in his practice room. “What are you doing here?”

Jihoon got straight to the point, as always. “Do you have the number of the producer who wrote the song you did with Youngji?” he asked as he walked toward Soonyoung at the mirrored wall.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “Y/N? Why do you need her number at…” He glanced up at the clock on the wall above the mirrors and added, “11:45 at night?”

Jihoon sighed, exasperated that this ‘quick question’ was turning into a full blown conversation. “I have to finish that song featuring a woman’s vocals. The company wants to hear it tomorrow, but I need someone who can sing on the demo. They’ll have a hard time picturing a woman singing it if I sing it.”

Soonyoung nodded slowly. “That makes sense. Y/N sang the guide for that song. Yes, I have her number.” He walked over to his bag and fished out his phone. “Sent.”

Jihoon’s phone buzzed in his hand, and he looked down to see a notification from Soonyoung. “Thanks.” He turned and headed out of the room.

Soonyoung watched the door close, shrugged, and walked back to the mirrors to practice.

...

[Jihoon - Universe Factory] 23:49 - This is Jihoon, Soonyoung gave me your number. Would you be able to sing on a demo for me tonight? I’m working on a song with a woman’s vocals and the company wants to hear it tomorrow. 

[Y/N] 23:50 - Did you give someone my number?

[Hoshi] 23:50 - Woozi asked me for it. Did he text you?

[Y/N] 23:50 - He did, but I had to make sure it was real

[Hoshi] 23:50 - LOL!

[Y/N - Bespoke Records] 23:51 - Hi! I’m just finishing up at my studio. I can definitely help. 

[Jihoon - Universe Factory] 23:51- Any chance you could come to my studio tonight then? 

[Y/N - Bespoke Records] 23:52 - Sure, send me the location.

...

You stared at your phone in shock. There is no way THE Woozi (and he called himself JIHOON?! like you were actual people who knew each other?) just asked you for help at midnight on a Tuesday. You honestly almost said yes even before your brain had a brief moment of sanity and directed you to check with Hoshi. 

When Woozi asked you to come to his studio you completely froze, re-entering reality only long enough to let him know you could be there. You’d seen clips of him working at the studio and it seemed like such a cool place. You couldn't believe you were really about to go inside.

Woozi (Jihoon, you reminded yourself) even sent a company car to pick you up, which was very thoughtful of him. Then again, you were doing him a huge favor by agreeing to meet him at midnight on a Tuesday. He was lucky you were a night owl. The least he could do was give you a free ride.

All throughout the ride to his studio from yours, you felt like you should be manically texting someone about it, but you were somewhat frozen in shock. You sent a message to your roommate letting them know that you were staying out late to work with another producer, and you gave them the address for “Jihoon’s studio” and made sure location sharing was still turned on for your phone. (Safety first.) You did this frequently enough that they easily replied they'd keep their ringer on and check on you in the morning to make sure you made it back.

You stared out the window as buildings and brightly lit late-night restaurants flashed by. Suddenly, you realized, I am literally living my dream at this exact moment. You lived in Seoul working as a music producer, you had an amazing roommate you loved, you had fun meeting and collaborating with other producers in the business, and you worked on several very successful songs. And now you were about to meet one of the most successful producers in the world. Unreal.

The car arrived at what looked like an average gray building after a 15 minute ride from your studio. The subway entrance across the street told you the building was only one stop away from your apartment on the subway line you rode to work. 

A security guard at the entrance let you in and pointed out the correct elevator. As the elevator doors closed, you heard him on the phone with Jihoon, letting him know you arrived. When the doors opened, you didn’t even have to wander around looking for the right room. Jihoon stood outside one of the doorways and nodded quickly before heading back into a room halfway down the hall.

You took a deep breath and started toward the studio. You had butterflies in your stomach. You didn't follow the group closely, yet among the members you’d always felt particularly drawn to Jihoon, not just for his looks (because he was so handsome you could barely believe it) but for his mind. This was an amazing once in a lifetime opportunity to work with such a talented producer.

When you walked into the studio, it was exactly as it looked in the clips you saw online. He was sitting at a computer and beside him was an empty chair. On the desk were big headphones and a microphone that were both plugged into his system. You’d only seen this microphone model online, and your excitement grew at the chance of getting to use it.

“Thanks for coming over,” Jihoon said as you walked to his desk. “I had a busy schedule today so I didn’t find out until an hour ago that they wanted it so fast.”

“Happy to help. I’m glad you thought of me.” At that moment, he looked up and met your eyes. His gaze was intense and his eyes seemed to stare into you. Maybe this was his work mode.

Shake it off, you told yourself, dropping your bag under the desk and sitting down. Be professional. 

Jihoon played the ballad for you a few times and explained the concept. He sent you the lyrics so you could scroll through on your phone and follow along. You sang along under your breath, shoulders bobbing to the beat. The song was sure to be a hit, but he was correct that it was hard to imagine a woman featuring on the song with his (absolutely incredible) vocals on the demo. 

“Are you ready to record?” Jihoon asked. 

You nodded. You were never nervous the first time you sang something. It was like making pancakes: the first one didn’t count. That was your personal rule. You carefully put on the headphones and settled the microphone in front of you where you liked it.

You sang the lyrics exactly as written with the same vocalization he used in his version. A few times, your tongue twisted over the words. Your gut told you it wasn’t your singing style that was the issue. It felt like the sounds of those particular words didn’t fit those specific bars. As Jihoon played it back for you, you settled in to listen but you still felt some of the lyrics weren’t aligned with the song’s concept or sound.

Jihoon tilted his head and looked at you. It looked like he was calculating something. “What are you thinking?” he asked, turning his chair to face you fully.

You hesitated for a moment, but this was work. Jihoon was looking for your professional opinion as a songwriter. He obviously heard the demos you’d sent Hoshi back when you wrote a song for him and Youngji, and Jihoon liked your voice enough to ask for it on his demo. So this was definitely about work.

“I think a few of the lyrics need to be changed.” You scrolled to the first spot on your phone and pointed. “Right here, these three syllables are clashing against the musical phrasing underneath. You should do two syllables with an elongated vowel.”

Jihoon nodded slowly. “I know what you mean. What about ‘only’ or ‘maybe’ in that spot?” He looked at the lyrics on your phone and sang that section a few times to test out both options. You nodded along, feeling the rhythm of the lyrics.

“Maybe. It fits the concept of the song better.”

“I agree. What else?” 

As you pointed out a few other suggestions, you found yourself much more comfortable working with him than you expected. Sometimes when you met some of the bigger producers for the first time, you felt too starstruck to make any changes to their work. But something about working alone in the quiet studio with Jihoon made your typical unease disappear. His presence filled the room, but his questions were clear and direct and you always knew exactly what he was asking.

Ten minutes later, Jihoon started a second recording, this time with the new lyrics. Despite the late hour, your voice felt strong and your mouth formed every word exactly as you intended. When you finished singing and took off the headphones, Jihoon’s eyes sparkled at you before he spoke. You felt it, too. This was it. You wouldn’t need to lay another track.

“Ready to hear it?” he asked, looking back at the computer and not addressing the fact that you both knew it was going to be perfect. You could hear the note of anticipation in his voice.

“Yes.”

A broad smile stretched across your face as you listened to the entire song. Afterwards, Jihoon turned to you with his phone in hand. 

“Send me your agency’s contact information and the email address for the legal department. I need the KOMCA registration details so I can list your name in the credits.”

And just like that, you officially collaborated on a song with Universe Factory.

...

“Did you end up recording with Y/N?” Soonyoung asked Jihoon as they walked back to the practice room holding fresh iced Americanos.

“She came over that night and recorded the demo,” Jihoon replied, heading up a staircase.

Soonyoung’s eyes bugged out of his head and he stumbled on a step. He grabbed the railing to catch himself. “That night? It was the middle of the night!”

Jihoon shrugged. “She said she could.”

“What did you do together?” Soonyoung asked suspiciously. 

“What do you mean? We recorded the song.”

“That’s it?”

“What else would we do? She helped with the lyrics and I set it up to give her writing credits.”

“Really?”

“Of course I did. She made the song better.”

Soonyoung watched Jihoon out of the corner of his eye. That was one of the nicest things Jihoon had ever said about anyone. Soonyoung took another sip of his coffee, his mind racing as he calculated a hundred algorithms at once. This whole situation was pretty unusual. But maybe, just maybe, his suspicion about Jihoon was correct.

“When are you seeing her again?” Soonyoung asked casually after they reached the top of the steps.

Jihoon cocked his head, thinking. “Maybe I’ll invite her to the recording. She would probably like that.”

Again, Soonyoung stumbled over his own two feet out of shock that Jihoon was considering someone’s feelings, and it wasn’t someone he’d known for a decade. And he didn’t always consider the feelings of members he knew for that long.

“Aren’t you going to buy dinner to thank her?” Soonyoung suggested.

“Is that necessary?”

“It would be the professional thing to do. Wouldn’t you do that if you worked with a guy? And Y/N really helped you meet your deadline.”

Jihoon thought carefully about the suggestion as they approached the door to the practice room. “You’re right. I should treat her to dinner. I’ll send her a message when we’re done.”

“I’ll remind you!” Soonyoung exclaimed enthusiastically.

...

Late at night a few days later, you walked up the hill to your apartment, completely lost in thought. You just finished dinner with Jihoon, and sharing the meal felt as comfortable as when you were recording in his studio last week.

After recording the demo together, he coordinated with your agency to make sure your credits appeared properly on the new song. You also had to sign an NDA about the song, studio location, and spending time with Jihoon. I guess it goes with the territory, you thought to yourself as you signed it. 

During dinner, Jihoon explained the rushed deadline for the demo was because the song would be an OST for a drama starring one of the hottest actors in the country and the drama producers wanted to hear the song. Of course, they loved it and approved it.

It was hard to believe you worked with Jihoon on a song that Dokyeom was about to sing for a highly anticipated drama. It was even wilder that *Woozi* was saved in your phone simply as Jihoon, as if he was just another producer you worked with. And you were so surprised when he offered to buy you a meal to thank you. You should be the one thanking him!

But the simple meal was delicious and the quiet dinner in the small family-run restaurant near his studio (and near your apartment, but he didn't need to know that) was really nice. The owners seemed to know him well and treated him as a son. You knew you would remember the evening fondly. 

Conversation mostly focused on work, but when Jihoon learned where you went to college for music production, it turned out you had learned from his mentors. He shared some genuinely entertaining stories from when he was starting to learn production software and recording tools. 

It all made him more… real, and less of a person you just saw in videos on your phone. You sort of couldn't stop thinking about him, and as you walked up the steps leading to your apartment building, you found yourself mentally scrolling through all your draft songs to see if he might want to work on one with you.

...

[Jihoon] 21:09 - Would you be interested in coming to Dokyeom’s recording on Tuesday?

[Y/N] 21:15 - I would love that!

...

Through the glass of the recording booth, Jihoon watched you chatting with Dokyeom like you were old friends. He felt his stomach twist but couldn't figure out why. 

Dokyeom had convinced you to record one track where you sang with him, even though they had a famous singer scheduled to record that verse tomorrow. So there you were, giggling with Dokyeom in the booth.

"Ready?" Jihoon asked over the booth speakers. He watched you and Dokyeom giggle yet again over the grumpy tone of his request before settling in around the mic.

Jihoon began the recording and heard your voice pipe through his headphones. Dokyeom added unplanned adlibs underneath, which Jihoon grudgingly acknowledged worked better than what he'd suggested.

It was so odd that Jihoon felt so protective of this song when it wasn't even his song anymore. You had made it so much better, and now the two singers were going to apply their own professional minds to the song. This is how it always went.

So why was he jealous of not being on the track himself? Of not being the one in the booth with you? Jihoon saw Dokyeom tap you on the shoulder to encourage you to join him on the final vocal runs. Oh yes, he was definitely feeling weirdly jealous over you two for some reason.

The music ended and you looked through the glass directly at Jihoon, eyes shining at him with a huge grin across your face. Jihoon found himself smiling back. You looked really beautiful at that moment.

Dokyeom's eyes widened as he glanced between you and Jihoon. He had never seen Jihoon appear so connected with a virtual stranger. The camera crew appeared to think the same thing, because he saw one of them move to get a close up of Jihoon, and he saw the robotic camera in the booth tilt toward you.

You broke eye contact with Jihoon to take off your headphones and thank Dokyeom for a chance to record the song for fun, and Jihoon shook himself out of whatever bizarre hypnosis he was going through. He headed over to the computer to send this track to his personal email, just in case he may want to listen to it later.

After a few more recordings of Dokyeom alone (his raw vocals were no joke), the three of you chatted in the studio while the engineer finalized the tracks and Dokyeom suggested getting dinner.

"I would love to, but I'm meeting my roommate for dinner," you explained. "We live nearby."

"Invite them!" Dokyeom replied. "Let me pick a spot and send you the location." He scrolled through the map on his phone.

Jihoon tidied the studio and listened to the two of you talk about dinner options. So you lived nearby and had a roommate. For some reason, he liked learning things about you. It must be because you worked together so well.

Dokyeom selected a restaurant and you called your roommate to ask about meeting you and your friends for dinner. You made eye contact with Jihoon when you said that into your phone. "Friends." Were the two of you friends now? Maybe.

...

"Jihoon, did you watch the new behind the scenes video?" Seungcheol asked as they rode to their next schedule.

Jihoon responded without looking up from his phone. "Not yet. It’s been a busy week."

"The fans are going crazy over your recording with Y/N."

Jihoon looked up at the sound of your name. He didn't realize Seungcheol knew who you were. "My recording with Y/N? You mean Dokyeom's OST recording?"

"That's not what Carats are calling it."

Seungcheol held his phone up so Jihoon could see a fan edit of the few clips from the episode that showed you with him in the studio. It ended with a screenshot from Dokyeom's Instagram story showing the three of you at dinner after the recording, in a photo taken by your roommate. 

"What is that all about?" Jihoon wondered aloud. He was genuinely confused.

"Are you two dating?" Seungcheol asked directly.

Behind him in the car, Jeonghan and Minghao immediately stopped chatting. This was far more interesting than their conversation. While eavesdropping, Jeonghan frantically searched your name and Jihoon's name on social media to find the clip Seungcheol was talking about.

"No," Jihoon replied. "We worked together on the song and Dokyeom suggested we have dinner. We had dinner another time, too." 

"That’s it?" Seungcheol asked skeptically.

"What do you mean? That's it."

Seungcheol looked from Jihoon to his phone, where the edit was playing again. Seungcheol agreed with the fans. There were definitely sparks between you and Jihoon. Maybe Jihoon didn't realize it yet. 

By then, Jeonghan had found the clip and was watching it on mute with Minghao. They shared a meaningful look. They would probably agree with Seungcheol on his theory. 

Jeonghan opened his text thread with Soonyoung and sent him a message out of curiosity. "Do you still hang out with Y/N?"

...

You were surprised by the reaction to the behind the scenes video. Most of your friends were excited to see the clips of Jihoon and Dokyeom and kept telling you the video was so cute. 

Back when Dokyeom tagged you on his Instagram story, you explained to your friends that you worked on something with them and it had been an amazing experience. They were all happy for you and excited after the song was released and became so popular.

The fans seemed to have the same reaction as your friends. You were naturally a little nervous about what Carats would say when Jihoon's company asked if you were willing to be recorded. After the video, the fans seemed to think you were adorable and talented and that you worked well with Jihoon. It wasn't the dramatic reaction your roommate predicted.

But your roommate was also convinced you were into Jihoon and he was into you. While that might be half true, despite your denial, nothing in the video showed anything personal between you and Jihoon. Not that there was anything personal between the two of you, but sometimes you felt like he was giving…something. His attention felt more intense than regular coworker attention. You sort of loved having all his attention focused on you.

Nevertheless, you were barely in the video after all, since it was about Dokyeom recording the song. They cut the entire section with the track you sang with Dokyeom. The few clips where you appeared mostly showed you chatting and interacting with Jihoon, and you may have watched one or two fan edits of those scenes.

No matter what was or wasn't going on between you and Jihoon, you would never forget immediately after the music stopped, when the two of you stared into each other's eyes in a perfect moment in time.

Even if he never contacted you again, you would never forget that moment.

...

[Jihoon] 13:30 - I just learned the song was nominated for best OST

[Y/N] 13:31 - WHAT?? Really?? 

[Jihoon] 13:31 - It's your first nomination right?

[Y/N] 13:31 - Yes! 

[Y/N] 13:31 - I can't believe it

[Y/N] 13:32 - I'm in shock

[Jihoon] 13:32 - I asked them to invite you to the ceremony

[Y/N] 13:32 - You didn't have to do that 

[Jihoon] 13:33 - I have to sit with the group, but even if we don't win I want it to be a special night for you

[Jihoon] 13:33 - It's an honor to be nominated

[Y/N] 13:34 - Thank you so much for including me in all of this

[Jihoon] 13:34 - You earned this 

...

"...produced by Woozi of Universe Factory, and written by Woozi of Universe Factory and Y/N of Bespoke Records. This is the first win and first nomination in this category for these songwriters. Please welcome Woozi and Dokyeom to the stage."

Jihoon was actually surprised the song won. The other nominees were very popular as well, but all were produced by groups who wrote many drama OSTs. Seungkwan clapped his back and encouraged him to go up to the stage with Dokyeom as the members cheered and clapped around him. Above the noise, Jihoon could hear the song playing in the background.

As he stood, he took a moment to scan the audience, hoping he might see you. He didn't know where your assigned seat was, only that you weren't at one of the tables at the front with the larger groups and celebrities. He knew you were here because of the excited text messages you sent him after you spotted his table.

Dokyeom led the way to the stage. Jihoon reached the microphone and accepted the award, bowing to the MCs. They stepped back and motioned toward the microphone. Dokyeom nodded encouragingly. Jihoon had done this so many times yet completely forgot what he was supposed to do this time. He wished you were on stage with him.

"Thank you, thank you everyone. Thank you to the company and the drama producers for this opportunity. Thank you to the viewers for appreciating the song from rookie OST producers. Thank you to Y/N, who is also here tonight, for elevating the song to what you hear today. She…" 

Jihoon trailed off as loud applause covered his voice and people seemed to be looking at the screen behind him. He turned to look and his mind went blank. You looked radiant in your elegant dress and glowing smile. 

He'd never seen you in such a beautiful gown (he only saw you in jeans or sweats and he loved that didn't follow all the trends). Your makeup was shimmering on camera (your everyday makeup always wore off by the time you arrived at your late night meetings but you were always beautiful to him). Everything about you was captivating.

He was a man of few words, generally, but right now he was speechless.

Finally, Dokyeom poked his side and nodded toward the microphone forcefully. Jihoon's years of media training kicked in and he turned back to the audience to finish his speech.

"Thank you also to our wonderful singers who brought so much life to the song. I hope we are all able to return to you soon as stronger artists."

When Jihoon returned to his seat, Soonyoung eagerly whispered, "Y/N looks gorgeous, doesn't she? How did you know she was here?"

"I invited her," Jihoon replied. And she does look amazing, he thought to himself.

...

Late that night, many hours later, Jihoon's phone buzzed as he filled a glass of water. He looked at the notification and saw it was a message from you.

[Y/N] 4:13 - Thank you so much for everything. I'm going to remember tonight for the rest of my life. It was an honor to work with you and I'm so proud of the song.

Jihoon looked at the time. Maybe it was too late to call you, but you were clearly up too late thinking about things, just as he was. He tapped the icon to call you and was still a little surprised when you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi. I just wanted to say it was a privilege to work with you too.” There was a pause and he awkwardly filled it. “The award will be sent to your company after they engrave it.”

“Oh! Thank you. I’ve never won anything before. It still doesn't feel real.”

Jihoon heard a small thump in the background. It sounded like you sat down. He sat down on the couch himself and set his glass on the table in front of him.

“It would be funny if we worked together again and won another award.”

It wouldn’t be funny, Jihoon thought. It was very possible. You were extremely talented. “Why not? You should send me some of your songs.”

You chuckled into his ear. Something about this made his heart beat faster. “I've been thinking about doing that but I didn't know if you would want to listen to my music.”

“Of course I do.”

The line went silent. 

Jihoon wondered if you could tell how he felt about you. His friends told him women were more perceptive than they expected, especially if you treat them disrespectfully. He tried to treat everyone with respect. But he wanted more from you. He wanted more with you.

“YN? Are you still there?”

“I am,” you replied quietly.

“After you send me some songs, should we have dinner again? Just us. We can talk about the songs.” He paused, thinking of how to put into words what he felt about you. “And anything else on your mind. I really like it when you tell me what you're thinking about.”

“That would be great. I would love to.” He could hear your smile over the phone.

[justanarchiveforfics]

October Seventeen recs

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Sweltering heat and an eventful summer, magic touches lives in ways that we can never imagine. But in this transition between seasons, we find ourselves asking: when loss is as transient as the lives we live, what does it mean to love with every fiber of our being?

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Glacial pace | @wonusite (fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff)

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Hits different, [part 2] | @gyuswhore (brother's bestfriend au, fluff, smut, angst)

Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.

or;

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Living in a small village takes a toll on you after having lived in the big city. So, after months of feeling down, your brother Soonyoung decides to get you out of the house for some socializing with his friends. You meet Jeonghan, who for some reason, doesn’t seem to like you.

Please don't make me jealous | @jinkoh (fluff, friends to lovers)

Your friend’s friend seems to be very keen on spending time with you.

Twenty two days before we go our separate ways (twenty two days of not falling for you) | @kwallanghae (fluff, angst, fake dating, friends to lovers)

There’s a special bond between you and jeonghan, and no one was surprised when you announced you were together. to you, it’s a surprise no one realised it wasn’t real.

Jeonghan's Guide to Insurance Fraude (and falling in love)| @starsstuddedsky (fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff)

Your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love.

[rubyreduji]

rubyreduji 1000 followers!!

hello everyone!!! as you have read correctly i have officially hit 1000 followers!!! (this also marks my 300th post hehe)

i cannot express how truly thankful i am for every single one of you and how kind you have all been over the past two months, i never could have imagined i would get here in such a short span of time but i couldn't have done it without all of you guys so thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart

special thank you to these cool dudes for helping me nagivate this site and/or just being cool friends/moots to have ❤️❤️@leejihoonownsmyheart @jihoonotes @fallinwoozi @freakyfriedrice @pepperonidk @gamerwoo @bitchlessdino @onlyseokmins @smileysuh @duhnova @hyucks-rose

and another thank you to the people on this site who inspire me to write in the first place (besides the people tagged above) @97-liners @sluttywonwoo @wondernus @gyukult @milfgyuu @starlightxsvt (they're all so cool - if you guys dont follow them already go do it rn)

and because i couldn't have done this without yall i have decided to give back to you guys which means in honor of this special occasion: i'm opening my requests!!! so go crazy and i will try my best to get around to your ask

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- jj ❤️

[sw1mmingfoolz]

✨ meet the writer ✨

caitlin / 21 / she/they lesbian / england / bst timezone (gmt+1) / infj / gemini / autistic

hello! i'm caitlin (or you can call me cait), and i've been a carat since 2014, a stay since 2018 and an nctzen since 2016! i used to write for bts and svt between 2015 and 2017 so it's nice to be back doing what i love!

biases (+ bias wreckers):

svt: josh + jeonghan (+ vernon + woozi)

nct: johnny (+yuta, taeyong and mark)

skz: felix + lee know (bang chan)

general likes:

tea (i collect flavours, genuinely please talk to me about tea lmao), svt skz and nct obviously, enhypen and tbz, stayc rv itzy twice and fromis_9, ghibli films, really any films (wong kar wai and wes anderson are my fave directors + i'm a big criterion gal but i'm not super pretentious; i adore twilight even though ik it's bad lmao), books (especially classics - antique books make me extremely happy! my 1913 copy of daddy long legs is my favourite possession haha), embroidery/cross stitching, baking, cooking (i mainly cook korean and japanese food because they're the tastes i like most), language learning. come talk to me about anything though, my inbox is always open!!

languages:

english and 한국어 (fluent)

french (intermediate)

byf :)

i am autistic so i can ramble a fair bit, i swear a fair bit, and my schedule doesn't really exist because i also have adhd lol. also incapable of not putting the films i like into my works because i am pretentious like that!! i don't write smut but i am a sex worker so i am not against like. horny asks lmao so minors be aware of that i guess! block "nsfw time" to avoid those asks.

my main is @svtsunshine which is where i interact, follow and rb from! i also used to run @incorrectsvt which still has 5k followers somehow?? so you might know me from there haha :)

recs:

cool blogs you should check out for great svt smau content! : @suhnshinehaos @wondernus @networkluvs @svtfilms @thepixelelf @flickerchans

cool non smau writing blogs with equally great content! (to be continually added to!) : @etherealyoungk | @tiny-imagines / @crimsoncauldron | @ravixen / @imagine-svt | @husbandhoshi | @treasuretaeil | @ballelino (18+) | @hotgirlwonwoo (18+) | @leeseoksmile (18+) | @97-liners / @naptaemed | @teeyara (18+)

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this is a list of my favorite authors who have their own tag on my blog! it makes it easy to find fics from my mutuals and others that i reblog from often. this list will be updated whenever new authors are given tags. be sure to take a peek through their tags and check out these talented writers!

**if you are an author and you would like your own tag, just send me an ask or a dm! there's no requirements to get a tag :) also i apologize in advance if we're moots and you don't yet have a tag! it's not personal i promise, i'm just very forgetful so please please don't be afraid to ask me to edit/add your tag, i'm more than happy to!

✄ : alicia - @sluttyminghao

✄ : berry - @berrryshortcake

✄ : elv - @onlyseokmins / @dokyeomblr

✄ : emily - @fallinwoozi

✄ : eva - @bfwonu

✄ : jackie - @97-liners

✄ : jen - @dontflailmenow

✄ : jenna - @huiranghaes

✄ : kaili - @sluttywonwoo

✄ : lily - @husbandhoshi

✄ : lily & ryu - @jeongwife

✄ : livvie - @husbandhannie / @venerex / @tiny-imagines / @livjeonghan

✄ : nana - @bitchlessdino / @onlychans

✄ : peachybun - @peachybun-bun (@wonwussy @librarian-stacks / @onlymingyus @chogiwapadada)

✄ : rose - @hyucks-rose

✄ : ryen - @kithtaehyung

✄ : sri - @freakyfriedrice

✄ : vampy - @vampyrescript

✄ : wondernus - @wondernus / @lipglossjun

✄ : wooahaes - @wooahaes

✄ : zeta - @multi-kpop-fanfics

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BEFORE YOU INTERACT/FOLLOW !!

NU'S GENERAL

- minors please DO NOT interact with this blog - this blog contains/reblogs smut. ⇢ please visit my day blog @/wondernus if you want to read my sfw writing. - this blog was created as an attempt to step out of my comfort zone and broaden my writing horizons. ⇢ therefore, I would appreciate it if you interact with my posts via likes/rb/or commenting. tumblr doesn’t have any view counters so it would be nice to know if readers are actually reading my writing.

NU'S WRITING

- I usually write readers w/o using descriptions including: body size, ethnicity/nationality, skin color, etc... ⇢ however, main characters (yn) in my stories will always be gender neutral unless specified (including afab/amab) - all characters are never meant to reflect anybody irl. ⇢ please read them as faceclaims. this includes svt. - night version = a wondernus fic + nsfw insert

NU'S INBOX

- requests/imagines/mlts/chats are closed - please feel free to drop by my inbox if you want to chat - I hold the right to delete any asks I am not comfortable with reading/replying to without explanation. - I will not be writing the following (+ not limited to): r*pe / noncon / bullying / body size / skin color / incest / any forms of self-harm / hybrids / any forms of abuse / p*dophilia - if you are unsure, please check with me. I will not be replying to anybody in my dms who doesn't have their age listed. - I will be deleting any asks that I am uncomfortable with writing without any explanation.

NU'S DON'TS

- prohibited: racists / lgbtqia+ phobics / sexists / misogynists / under 18+ / ableists / bullying / any forms of hate / etc ... ⇢ please be a decent human being ⇢ I will routinely check & ban those who are suspected. If you have a blank blog without your age or year somewhere on your blog, I will be blocking you regardless of whether or not you have reblogged 18+ content, if you have your likes available, or if you're 18+. I will not give you any warnings nor will I soft block you. - please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works

updated: 10.31.22

[justasoftstan]

tagged by: @wondernus

game: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

gosh, I haven't write for so long that my wips are from a year ago 👽

Series:

Remember Me(?) - it's still a working title but it's a fic that I've been meaning to do about hoshi x female reader amnesia au

Baby Daddy - a mingyu unplanned pregnancy au hahahha still in drafts

*** - a enemies to lovers mingyu oneshot fic ( I don't remember the title bc it's been untouched for so long 😭 I'm sorry)

Imagines

Seungkwan who nags at everything but it's okay bc you really forgot to take care of yourself fluff

Dino boyfriend being afraid of bugs

I got 20+ in drafts that I'm afraid to open, so I'll let them sit there for a while 😌

tagging: @wonwoonlight @moonwonuu idk anyone here that much but I'm just tagging hehehe

[wondernus]

— WHY HIM?

SYNOPSIS: armed and ready at 4am, you approach your locked front door to confront the group of loud strangers trying to break into your apartment

PAIRING: fiancé!lsm x reader

GENRE: fluff, humor

TAGS: food mention, inebriated characters, post-bachelor party, brother!hvc

WC: 1.75k

MESSAGE FROM NU: hii long time no see :3 posting a dk oneshot to let you know i'm procrastinating on my final paper draft by drafting a hefty dk soulmate au i've been thinking about writing for a while. also dedicating this fic to @wongyuseokie the la to my ma

A perfectly peaceful Friday night goes to waste when you shoot up from your bed in a panicked state. It’s not the usual cat wanting to leave your room at five in the morning kind of scratching sound that lures you to open your bedroom door in a half-awake state. Instead, shuffling sounds out front and an insistent metal-to-metal sound, which you can only infer as someone trying to break into your apartment, cause you to become extremely vigilant.

Seokmin isn’t picking up his phone, but you keep his line ringing just in case he does. Doubtful that a pair of scissors can do as much damage to the head as a giant wok can, you head into the kitchen to pick up that giant carbon steel wok that you can never seem to fit into any of your kitchen drawers as a form of physical backup before you quietly approach your front door.

However, the fear that once overwhelms your body soon turns into a sigh of exasperation before you can even position yourself to look through the tiny peephole. You can clearly hear the familiar voices on the other side of the door and match each voice to its respective owner. Feeling relieved, you drop the wok on the cubby by the door and hang up the phone.

“Look, I opened it,” the man who was trying to open your door slurs with a dopey smile on his face. He doesn’t seem like he’s talking to anybody in particular. “I’m a fucking genius.”

Almost immediately after that statement, he falls forward and faceplants a couple centimeters away from your indoor slippers. Slumped to the side of his face is his hand that holds a small metal keychain between the thumb and index fingers. It’s a souvenir nameplate keychain from a family trip to another country a few years back whose design reads “Vernon” in all caps. You realize that the man near your feet didn’t even try opening the door with the key.

The actual owner of the set of keys lies on his left side while his entire body is propped against the bushes in front of your place. His legs are still surprisingly in a crisscross position, but you think it’s because his jeans restrict him from being able to unravel from the position. And when you see earbuds plugged up your brother’s nose while his mouth acts as some sort of impromptu speaker for whatever song he has playing through his earbuds, you consider the option of leaving him outside for the rest of the night. What’s even worse is that Joshua, although a little out of it, sits next to his younger friend and bobs his head to the music while lethargically reaching into his brown paper bag on his lap to grab some greasy fries. You think your brother is asleep, but you don’t know if him becoming a speaker happened pre-knocking out or post-knocking out.

“Do I want to ask why you guys are trying to break into my place at 4 a.m. in the morning or should I be concerned that only half of you guys are here?”

“Actually.” the man underneath you groans while he slowly gathers enough strength to sit upright. There is a nasty red mark on the side of his face that he doesn’t seem to know of and mind. “Saying ‘4 a.m. in the morning’ is redundant.” He points at nobody in particular with the same hand holding your brother’s set of keys and stares past your calves.

“Since you’re sober enough to be smart with me, I need your help dragging Vern and Shua into my place before the neighbors wake up and call neighborhood watch,” you gruff before stepping out of your house slippers into the sandals you keep near the door.

It turns out that there are more people scattered about the front of your place.

There is a car parallel parked against the sidewalk with what looks like two people in the car. Someone picks themself off the small grassy lawn on the other side of the bushes and trudges towards the car while pinching their temple.

Wonwoo nods at you when he passes by looking completely sober. Yet, for somebody who usually looks well-put-together, his hair is a mess while the top few buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned…no, missing. What remains are the threads that once attached the buttons to the dress shirt. You notice that he grips three different neckties in his hand but still his loose around his neck. Nevertheless, Wonwoo kicks off his dress shoes, steps over Jeonghan, enters your front door without saying a word, and knocks out on your sofa before his legs can make it onto the cushions.

You turn back to your brother. Joshua wipes his fingers on his pants before he squats on the other side of Vernon to help him up.

“Up,” you tell the both of them.

“I can’t breathe,” Vernon whines while allowing the both of you to help him stand. “My nose isn’t working.”

You sigh and yank the wired earbuds by their cords and out of his nostrils and let them drop before the older man helps his friend into your place. Bending down to grab the bag of fries that Joshua forgot, you see a disturbing amount of hair poking through the crevices of the leafy bush. Someone was dumb enough to black out in the bushes and you can’t tell who it is even after peering over the bush to look at the other half of the body.

“Jeonghan,” you hiss at the man who is trying to discreetly walk back to the car.

He looks back at you and mouths “what” while shrugging his shoulders.

You point at the head in the bush.

“It's Jihoon,” he snorts. He takes the paper bag from your hand and walks back to drop it in the wok that you put to the side before walking back to you. “I think he was supposed to give Vernon his keys but tripped and never got back up. Come to the car with me.”

“Why are you guys here?” you whispered. “I thought that you guys had the entire night planned out.”

“We had the entire night planned out. But then DK started crying and we had to end it early because he wouldn’t stop crying. And then all of us sobered up to try to help him but then it just worsened, so we drove here to get you to get him to stop crying. Some of us couldn’t deal with not being able to solve his problem and just started drinking again.”

“Is that why Jihoon is in the bushes?”

“Well, he never was the patient type,” he hums.

A quick look into the car immediately gets you to understand why someone like Jihoon would end up so drunk that he would dive headfirst into some bushes.

There are dozens of used tissues balled up and overflowing in the tiny hanging trashcan attached to the back of the passenger seat in Wonwoo’s car. There are a few in the laps of the two men sobbing next to each other in the backseats, and you make a mental note to help Wonwoo sanitize the inside of his car before he drives away in the afternoon. Seungcheol releases Seokmin’s seatbelt and looks at you with an apologetic smile on his face.

In all of the years you’ve come to know Seokmin, you have never seen his eyes this puffy.

“Sorry for showing up at your place unannounced. That must have scared you. There was a lot going on,” Seungcheol murmurs to you while giving you a quick hug. “We were making toasts to his future during the party until Vernon made a comment.”

“What did he say?” you asked him, shocked that your brother could even make a comment that would bring your fiancé to such a state.

“It wasn’t bad.” Seungcheol stepped aside from the open car door to let you squat next to your lover. “He just congratulated you on getting married but this dumbass took it the wrong way because he didn't mention Donkey Kong over here in the sentence and thinks you’re getting married to someone else.”

“Someone else!” Seokmin chokes out in a sob while slumped over on Soonyoung’s shoulder. “Why him? Why not me?”

You grab a tissue from the tissue box on the center console and dab at your future husband’s face. The traces of his tears wet the thin paper, and you can feel the heat of his skin through the tissue. With the same hand, you push the bangs stuck to his forehead and his eyelids to the side. You don’t mind that he doesn’t seem to know that you’re there taking care of him.

“Aww baby,” you coo. “I’ll get married to you, don’t worry.”

The familiarity of your comfort seems to lure your fiancé to sleep. A little further from you, Soonyoung continues to sniffle while his eyes are closed. You turn to Seungcheol and Jeonghan with your mouth open and eyebrows scrunched together.

“He’s a drunk crier…” Jeonghan’s words doesn’t leave you guessing anything. “And also Minghao opened his mouth during the bachelor party.” He scratches the back of his head as a sign of stress and embarrassment before looking at Seungcheol and cocking his head at the two knocked out in the car.

Jeonghan has the easier job of coaxing Soonyoung awake to walk him into your place. Seungcheol, on the other hand, takes it upon himself to swing the entire weight of your limp boyfriend like a large sack of rice over his shoulder.

“Do you need me to help with anything?” you ask him.

You don’t know what time it is anymore. The sky is getting brighter, and the temperature is warming up. Your partner looks finally peaceful in his sleep.

“Nah.” Seungcheol softly brushes your request aside. “We’ve already caused enough trouble for you.”

“I feel like I should be the one apologizing,” you joke while trailing behind Seungcheol just in case he needed any help readjusting the body.

“You don’t have to apologize for him.” His words are sincere. “He loves you, you know. He cried his heart out just because he loves you. There’s nothing to apologize for. To be loved is to be cared for. Go back to bed, we’ll probably wake up around dinner time.”

“Do you think anybody grabbed Jihoon?”

[wondernus]

˗ˋˏ BEEF ˎˊ˗ | one shot smau

synopsis: in which yoon jeonghan (the random guy you gamed with) found your twitter account, prompting the largest and ugliest twitter beef you've ever been in.

genre: humor, e2l

tags: food, yn runs an scoups stan account, jeonghan & yn have 0 knowledge ab internet safety (please be smart and safe), gn reader

message from nu: this was supposed to be a gamer!wonwoo one shot but then I realized that wonwoo doesn't get mad while gaming (sorry fellow wonwoo x hirotaka enthusiasts). ty jess (@the-boy-meets-evil) for helping me decide which blog this fic goes on. take care of yourselves - nu ♡

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[wondernus]

— CRADLE

PAIRING: jww x reader

GENRE: fluff

TAGS: none

WC: 203

MESSAGE FROM NU: (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)b

wonwoo protects love like it's the most precious thing in the world. he holds your sleeping face, soft, in the cradle formed by the palms of his hands. he wonders how the world works so that his cold hands can always be warmed by the delicate skin his lips touch the most.

the older he gets, the more he thinks about reciprocation. how amazing it is to be able to love. how lucky he is to be loved back like the slow and graceful force of the rising morning sun. once complete strangers in the past, he now wonders how it is that he can picture how far you tilt your head backwards when you laugh. clear and crisp is your laughter — a beautiful ring in his ear. how he knows that it's you unlocking the front door by the jingle of your keys. how he wants to cry every time you remind him how much you love him.

he looks at you, soft puffs of air that part your lips every time you breathe. he doesn't know if he should move his hands. so he strokes his thumb against your cheek. once. twice. you smile.

he decides to not move his hand.

[wondernus]

— CRUSHED!

SYNOPSIS: you don't know what's more embarrassing: crying in front of your brother's best friend or your brother himself.

PAIRING: xmh x reader

GENRE: fluff, light angst

TAGS: older brother's best friend trope, older brother!wjh, an ode to xmh & wjh as the older brother x best friend duo in hidden love, younger sibling!reader, dumb and dumber siblings

WC: 951

MESSAGE FROM NU: I love me a dumb and dumber sibling duo!!! summoning @autumn-lv

xu minghao sits by your side, awkwardly hovering his hand over your head before he decides it's okay to pat it. you feel the way his hand pushes down your hair and touches your scalp without it hurting at all. he does it a few times, his large palm tapping against the top of your head before he brings it backwards to gently stroke the back of your head.

there is a crushing weight of despair that smothers your heart and drags tears from your eyes. you're absolutely defeated by the fact that you didn't make it into the astronomy program that was on the top of your list. and you're absolutely embarrassed by the fact that you broke down on the sidewalk in front of your house, leading to minghao sitting by your side and offering a warm shoulder to cry on while your brother stomps around in front of the two of you, throwing enough profanities into the air to make the elderly neighbor shut their windows. you don't know if you're crying from your broken dreams or from the embarrassment from your brother's hot friend or your brother himself.

junhui grabs a fistful of his hair before letting go. minghao nudges your arms with his elbow and points at your brother with his other hand. your eyes land on the mountain of hair on top of his head, still scrunched by how jun grabbed his hair in an act of annoyance. seeing how silly your brother looks makes you smile a bit before your sadness washes over you.

your brother takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen. “tell me their names,” he tells you in a rushed manner. “i’ll send them an email.”

“why do you want to send them an email?” you wail. “don’t do that! you’re going to get me blacklisted.”

he looks at you with bewilderment in his eyes and marches over to where you’re sitting to shove his phone in your face. “i’m just trying to find out why you didn’t get into the program. you think sending them an email is going to get you blacklisted?”

“it’s embarrassing,” you moan into the palm of your hands. you can feel minghao attempting to soothe you by rubbing your back. but it only causes a fiery heat to concentrate in your cheeks. you can’t believe you’ve somehow ended up having your unrequited crush try to make you feel better like how you would imagine an older sibling is supposed to do so…your brother is an exception.

junhui squats in front of you with a frown on his face. “what’s wrong with failure? do you think that minghao and I got into every single program we wanted?

minghao’s hand pauses from stroking your back. he slowly retracts his hand to fold neatly in his lap.“I actually did…” he mumbles.

“you’re not helping!” jun directs at his best friend.

“why are you yelling at him?” you yell back at your older brother. you can’t believe he could yell at someone as kind and smart as his best friend.

 “because he’s not helping!” he argues back.

“he’s helped me more than you have. and you’re my brother.”

“all he did was sit there and pat your back while i’ve been manifesting and cursing them on your behalf. what else do you want me to do?” junhui makes an exasperated expression that drives you insanely mad. you want to grab fistfuls of his hair while ripping them out of his scalp.

unwarranted frustration and anger builds inside you. you know your brother is just trying to help, but you can’t help but to direct your feelings towards him. you know better so you will yourself to shut up, but tears well up in your eyes. “I don’t know what I want you to do,” you cry, “you showed up with minghao and then started bothering me instead of going inside.”

“well, sorry for forgetting my keys. I would open the door if my younger sibling let me inside, but I wanted to make you happy so you don’t flood our house with your stupid tears.” 

before you can pull a fist on your brother, minghao steps in by throwing his arms out to separate the two of you. minghao waves for your brother to back off to which your brother has no choice but to acquiesce. 

“okay. you wanted to enroll in the vegetation and topography internship, right? I have a friend getting his graduate degree in environmental science. I don’t know how much it can help you, but I can ask him to tutor you and ask around for more internship opportunities,” minghao offers with his warm voice and a soft smile. 

“no.” junhui shakes his head. “i’m not letting you near a grad student when you’re by yourself. i’ll go with you.”

“why would I go with you?” you huff. “you’re just going to annoy us. then I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. then I wouldn’t be able to get into the next program. it’s going to be your fault.”

“I- that’s not the point I was trying to make. also, who’s the one annoying us right now?”

“how about…” minghao cuts the two of you off, “how about I go with yn? i’ll attend every tutoring session with them so you don’t have to worry.” he turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “your brother is just worried about you, so don’t be so harsh on him. alright?”

“okay.” you shoot your brother a look before smiling brightly at minghao. the future is slowly looking brighter than you imagined it to be, and it’s all thanks to minghao.

[wondernus]

˗ˋˏ Missing Phones ˎˊ˗ | one shot smau

synopsis: the thieves of a few missing phones have some fun before they're caught by their respective owners

genre: fluff, humor

tags: svt, svt dogs (not the f**t kind)

message from nu: I woke up from a nap that turned into sleep and immediately wrote this fever dream of a fic. just a little something silly + I miss writing smaus. I hope you all have a nice week - nu ♡

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[wondernus]

omg hiii idk if you'll remember me but I sent that one junhui req of him anonymously sending little gifts!!

anyway back with more jun, aka jun drunk confession bc A. they hits a soft spot in me and B. I feel like he deserves one or deserves to give one (your choice😌)

pairing: wjh x reader (gn)

tags: alcohol, drunk character, food | f2l, angst

wc: 800

a/n: omg hi anon!! of course, I remember you!! I know it's been MONTHS since you sent this ask so tysm for waiting this long (but it's oki if you forgot about this 😭). I hope life is treating you well and everything is going well for you.

He arrives home at around ten, happily singing “I’m home,” knowing that you’re the type of person to worry about him if he tells you he will be out late. And he hates seeing you sit in bed, eyebrows furrowed, and never able to sleep unless you know that your best friend is okay. So he hopes his little greeting can soothe your restless soul before you finally fall asleep.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, but not without stumbling around a lot, he hugs his plastic bag of convenience store snacks close to his chest. Because even drunk Jun, giggly and head-empty drunk Jun, would still go out of his way to go to the convenience store near his job to grab some items as you are the only person on his mind. And he drops the bag on the kitchen counter, flinching when he hears the crash and clang of the two aluminum cider cans against the granite countertop.

But home is dark, and the crashing sound of the bag against the counter echoes in the space it occupies. Maybe there is the echo of the leaky bathroom sink faucet you keep hounding him to get fixed or the occasional murmur from the television of the old couple next door, but tonight, Wen Junhui hears nothing. And it’s only when he finishes taking the contents out of his plastic bag that he realizes that he forgot to turn the lights on.

So he quietly giggles to himself, laughing at his silly little mistake. Because he is home, he can navigate the entire layout without opening one eye. He knows how the side table next to the couch angles outwards and how you align your house slippers neatly next to the shoe rack when you leave home while his slippers are always strewn across the entrance after he somehow always leaves for work a few minutes behind his schedule. He knows the way in which each room smells and how the kitchen smells after your failed attempt at flipping pancakes – how the hair straightener smells when you stand behind him while trying to style his hair.

Stumbling his way to the bathroom, he sighs in relief when he gets to lean against the bathroom sink counter while he washes his hands. Scrubbing the soap between each finger, being sure to clean underneath his fingernails, he makes a mental note to call the plumber tomorrow.

His phone vibrates when he receives a notification. It is a text from a drinking buddy asking if he is okay. Of course, that is what he tells himself. Junhui thinks that there is no better day to go home early to confess his love for his best friend than today. Everything feels right, and it is not just the liquid courage talking.

Besides, you never have to stop confessing your love for somebody even when you’re in a romantic relationship with them. That’s what you always told your boyfriend after giving him a soft kiss on the top of his head while he laid his head against your chest.

Oh, how he loves laying in your welcoming arms.

Another notification sound emitted breaks him away from his transient daydream. The buddy tells his drunk friend not to do anything dumb like visiting another person’s house at night.

The text leaves Jun dumbfounded as to why he would even go to another person’s house when he could just go home to you.

So he stumbles to his bedroom, forgetting his phone on the tiled counter. He squats on the floor beside your sleeping figure, mumbling about how much he loves you while he swats his hand around the dark to reach for the small table lamp the two of you chose at a flea market during one of your first few dates. It’s technically yours; you’re the one who chose and bought the lamp. But his hand never touches something tangible until it comes down hard against the nightstand where the table lamp is supposed to be.

And it stings. The way his tender flesh prickles with pain only sobers him.

And he crumples to the floor after losing balance on his legs, after losing the balancing person in his life.

You broke up with him last month. Your lamp is gone. But he still repeats his same routine every night, making space for you in his life even without your presence, just like clockwork. And it feels empty and lonely sitting in the dark, leaning against the side where his past lover used to lay. And he wishes his love confessions will find a soft place to land, one as soft as your cheek against his lips.

Maybe one day he will learn a new rhythm in which he can love himself unconditionally. Tonight, however, he unfortunately still loves you.

-> requests closed but if you want to talk sfw svt: let's chat!

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˗ˋˏ THE FIANCÉ ˎˊ˗ | Masterlist

synopsis: a mysterious pink fishing vest. a fiancé who wakes up in the middle of nowhere. and an upcoming wedding on the line. there's only so much you can take before you let your perfect future crumble before your eyes.

pairing: lee chan x pi cheolin x reader

genre: romance, humor, mystery | mini smau series

tags: established relationship, live laugh love pi cheolin, cheating is brought up but chan doesn't cheat, food

taglist: closed

started: jan 16, 2024 - mar 25, 2024

message from nu: another hehehaha unserious idea sparked from a melatonin-induced state of being. maybe I will start writing smaus again if my schedule permits it. dedicated to my beloved @bitchlessdino 🤍 wishing you all the happiest new year - nu ♡

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CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE (END)

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THE FIANCÉ | chapter five

— THE FIANCÉ

synopsis: a mysterious pink fishing vest. a fiancé who wakes up in the middle of nowhere. and an upcoming wedding on the line. there's only so much you can take before you let your perfect future crumble before your eyes.

a/n: thank you all for this fun and wonderful journey! also huge thank you for all of you who waited so patiently for this last chapter. wishing you all a great day :3

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