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Seoksoo - imperfect Part 1 - Chapter 13 - The Ultimatum

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 5.6k words

Chapter 13 - The Ultimatum

November’s chill picked up with fervor in the coming weeks. Thick sweaters were switched out for puffer jackets and sneakers were stored in favor of insulated boots. The hope of snow was on everyone’s mind, thoughts of a white Christmas being just enough to get everyone through the grueling weeks before finals. But holidays and snow weren’t on Lee Seokmin’s mind. There were much more pressing matters to attend to.

He was hopelessly in love with the Education TA Joshua Hong, and had no idea how to go about it.

His phone vibrated, and he pulled it from his back pocket just as a string of texts from a newly formed group chat were piling in.

[Jihyo] (2mins ago): Cast announcements this Friday. Good luck guys. You both did great!

[Dahyunie] (now): Aww Unnie :’( So did youuuu.

Oh yeah. The final role calls were coming up too.

Seokmin wasn’t sure if he wanted to compliment the girls, or scold them for texting during classes. Opting for the first, his phone returned to his pocket as he made his way to the Education Department. Class had ended for him already, Junhui assuring he could meet up shortly to work on monologues, Seokmin knew there was only one place he wanted to spend his time.

Seokmin rounded the corner to Room 101A, stopping at the side door the professor used to enter the lower part of the lecture hall. His pace slowed; ears focused on what was happening through the door. It wasn’t closed all the way, so the loud voice carried and got clearer as Seokmin got closer. He felt butterflies in his stomach when it became clear who was talking.

“As future educators, our job is to not only teach, but support the students where they are at. Not all children learn at the same pace, so it’s important that we take that into account.” Seokmin peered his head in, eyeing the rows of students scribbling notes or listening intensely. Seokmin caught Seungkwan and Hansol scribbling notes, occasionally glancing at one another. Even from where Seokmin was standing, he saw Seungkwan’s cheeks tint red when Hansol pressed his pencil against the other’s paper, leaning close to whisper something to him. Curious eyes poked back to the front of the room, and he fully took in the sight before him.

Joshua was in a pair of the dark slacks that they had bought at the mall. Tucked inside of the waistband was a simple white button up that was rolled at the sleeves. A black blazer was draped over the office chair beside him. The butterflies in Seokmin’s stomach flapped their wings rapidly as he watched Joshua continue his discussion. He barely understood the educational lingo or references when Seungkwan or Mingyu were explaining them. However, as Joshua spoke about ‘tiered support systems’ and ‘differentiation’, it all made complete sense to him.

“So, if we turn our attention to page 145.” Joshua leaned forward, clicking to the next slide on his computer, the screen overhead changing immediately. Students followed, listening as Joshua continued his lecture. When he stood up again, a hand ran through his hair, but it didn’t stop him from talking, eyes darting across the large lecture hall to make sure he hit every student’s eyes.

The lecture continued another few minutes, before the class was required to work on the scenario examples from their textbooks. Seungkwan immediately turned to Hansol, both grinning as they began working on the assignment. Joshua was rattling off a few directions, but Seokmin had long stopped listening the second Joshua slipped his hands in his pockets; relaxed in his stance. The rest of the world was like white noise to him. Joshua was speaking with the professor for a moment, who smiled behind his glasses as they chatted. Finally, Joshua turned back around, and his eyes landed on Seokmin.

For a second, he felt as if he had been caught trespassing somewhere he shouldn’t be. Seokmin offered a shy wave from the door, and Joshua broke into a grin. He turned back to the class, studying them for a second before heading over to the door.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Joshua shook his head.

“Not at all.” He spoke. “You’re not in class?”

Seokmin studied Joshua’s expression for a second. He looked even more perfect up close even with a hard look of exhaustion in his big eyes. He simply smiled, and Seokmin felt his body tingle. “It ended already. I had a bit of a break and I wanted to see you.” Seokmin paused for a second when Joshua’s grin widened. “Your discussion. I wanted to see your discussion.” Joshua snickered a bit. “It was really good! I don’t understand everything you were saying, but you looked really-.” Joshua’s eyes sparkled as Seokmin began his sentence. The expression made Seokmin’s heart skip a bit, coughing into his hand as he finished. “Really good.”

“Aww, you think?” he leaned against the wall, hands still in his pockets. “Thank you.” He glanced down at his watch. “What are you doing the rest of the afternoon?”

“I’m working on my monologue.”

“Any luck coming up with an idea?”

“No.” Seokmin sighed. “I was thinking of doing one about being an understudy when I wanted to be the lead last year, but I don’t know if it’ll come across as profound or pathetic.” Joshua laughed a bit.

“I think you’ll figure it out.” His reassurance made Seokmin’s body feel warm. “Listen, I have to get back in there and finish up.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Seokmin said sheepishly. “Uhm, maybe…” Seokmin paused. “If you want….do you want to….”

When Seokmin saw Joshua’s face curl into an almost sad smile, Seokmin’s request died down. “I have a lot to finish this afternoon for my last set of discussions. Then, I’m hoping to get a head start on studying for finals. I don’t think I’ll be around much.”

“Already?”

Joshua shrugged. “I haven’t stayed top of my graduating class just by being handsome, you know.” He chuckled. Seokmin smiled a bit. “I’ll text you soon, okay? We can try to hang out before Study Week starts.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks for coming to see me. I think it’ll get me through the rest of class.” Seokmin’s cheeks turned hot and he looked down at his feet with an amused smile. “See you later, Seokmin.” With a wave of his hand, Seokmin watched as Joshua headed back into the room. Almost immediately, someone called out to him for help, and he made his way deeper into the lecture hall. Seokmin lingered for a few extra minutes, before heading down the hall and out of the Educational Department. When the chilly air hit his body, he fixed his coat a bit and headed across campus.

He needed to tell Joshua how he felt…Oh yeah, and he had to work on his monologue. That was important, too.

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“Wait, I’m confused.” Mingyu leaned back against the arm Seungcheol had draped over his shoulder. “What exactly is your problem here?”

Seokmin looked down at the textbooks sprawled out on Mingyu’s coffee table, beside a half-finished bowl of ramen. It was later in the evening when Seokmin joined his favorite couple for dinner while Seungkwan was out with Hansol so he didn’t have to eat alone. “I want to tell Joshua-Hyung how I feel. But I don’t know if I should.”

“Why not?” Seungcheol tilted his head on Mingyu’s shoulder as he looked down at the younger male on his living room floor. “Don’t you like him?”

“Yeah.” Seokmin pulled the bowl to his lips, slurping up another bite of his ramen. “I don’t know how to go about it. I’ve only ever been in one other relationship.” Seokmin saw Mingyu grimace at the memory of Seokmin’s first and only boyfriend back in the 12th grade. “Don’t make that face.”

“He was a jerk.”

“I know, but I’m over it.” Mingyu sighed as Seungcheol’s hand rubbed his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“I highly doubt that.” Seungcheol grinned.

“But what if he doesn’t like me?” Mingyu and Seungcheol shared wide eyes and slacked jaws. Seokmin tilted his head. “What?”

“Min.” Mingyu began. “Joshua-Hyung and you have been on what? Three dates?” Seokmin nodded. “And Seungkwan told me he saw you two at a party an inch away from making out.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows in his hands. “Either he’s a big playboy, or he is head over heels in love with you.”

“I’m going with the last option.” Seungcheol called. Seokmin shook his head.

“No, I know that.” He said. “I’m saying that if he doesn’t want a relationship. What if he just wants to like…I dunno…” He went quiet as he pondered how to finish the sentence. “Just have no labels, or just be friends with benefits or something?”

“If he only wanted sex from you, he probably would’ve made a move when he came over your house the first time.” Seokmin looked down at his bowl of ramen one more time, circling the chopsticks around the leftover noodles. “Min, you shouldn’t think that he only wants you for sex. He’s a nice guy. If you like him, you should tell him.”

“I can’t stop thinking he won’t feel the same. I’m scared I’ll make a huge fool of myself and ruin everything. I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

“I really don’t think that’ll happen.” Mingyu assured.

“You won’t know if you don’t try.” Seungcheol encouraged. “And if he breaks your heart, I’ll kill him.”

“No, you won’t Cheol.” Mingyu patted his boyfriend’s knee, the older one pouting as he put his drink to his lips.

“Okay…” Seokmin shifted in his seat. “Then how do I do it? Jungwoo asked me out in high school. I have no other experience.”

“I wouldn’t even count it as asking you out.” Mingyu rolled his eyes.

Seokmin pursed his lips together. “But you know what I mean….”

Mingyu hummed. “When’s the next date? Have you set one up yet?”

“I have no idea. He’s already preparing to study for finals. I don’t want to bother him when he’s so busy.”

“Already? Isn’t Study Week in like the middle of December?” Seungcheol asked.

Mingyu got up from his seat taking the empty bowls and cups from the table as he headed to the kitchen. “Don’t remind me.” He begged. “If I have to write one more lesson plan, I really will reconsider the whole stripper thing.”

Seokmin smiled when Seungcheol’s eyes widened, head whipping around on the couch. His eyes drilled horrified holes into Mingyu’s broad back. “Gyu, you’re still on about that? I thought that was a joke!”

Mingyu’s shoulder shook with laughter, head tilting to the side. “You’re the one who told me I have a great body.”

“Doesn’t mean I want you to show other people!” Seokmin immediately caught Seungcheol grin behind his yells, and his shoulders relaxed.

“Seokmin’s seen me naked for years.”

“And that’s my cue to leave.” Seokmin scrambled for his textbooks, shoving them in his bag just as Seungcheol shot him a death stare.

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Joshua wasn’t on campus on Tuesday. Or Wednesday. His phone was silenced, the little moon notification under his messages hitting Seokmin like a punch to the gut each time he opened them up. It was Thursday. Jihoon and Soonyoung would be posting the final cast of XCalibur the next day, but Seokmin’s mind was only on Joshua.

Is he sick? Should I go to his apartment and check on him? No…we’re not in that kind of relationship. It would be weird for me to just show up out of nowhere. And he told me he would be busy, so I should just-.

“Seokmin.” His name behind whispered made him sit up right, eyes shooting to the front of the room. The professor was looking at him, hand resting impatiently on the desk. When he turned his head, Junhui leaned over from his seat, eyeing him behind his glasses.

Seokmin felt his entire body go cold, as if he were dipped into a bucket of ice water and pulled out again. “Yes?” He said.

“I asked if you’d share the progress on your monologue. Your first draft is due next week.”

“Right.” Seokmin flipped through his textbook, cheeks burning as he swallowed a growing lump in his throat. When he lifted his head back up, he motioned to the scribbled draft he had done the night before. “I have my concept down, I’m just working on how to best express the….” His eyes were burning and he blinked a few times. “Sorry. The emotion of the work.”

The professor nodded his head. “Care to share what your topic is about?”

Seokmin took a deep breath. “Uh, it’s….” he glanced at Junhui, who offered a subtle nod of his head. “I’m thinking of expressing my feelings when I don’t get the lead role in a production. But I’m still toying with it, so….”

“Mhm…Alright then.” The professor scribbled a few notes, and then turned to the other side of the room, calling on Choi San. His head shot up from his own paper, not missing a beat as he began to talk about his own monologue, completely unphased by being caught off guard. Seokmin sank down in his seat, covering his head in his hand as he waited for this class to come to an end. The longest 35 minutes of his life.

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Making his way into the library, Seokmin sank down into the first available seat he could find. His education friends had one more class, and Junhui was helping Minghao with some preparation for the play sets, leaving Seokmin alone. Which was fine. It was quiet.

Seokmin pressed the tip of his pencil against the paper, staring down at the half-completed monologue he had written down. He wrote a few words, then erased. Wrote a few words. Erased. It was a vicious cycle, thoughts swimming helplessly in his head. Five minutes later, he felt sea sick.

Should I text Joshua and see how he’s doing?

No. I don’t want to bother him.

Pushing both his monologue and thoughts aside, next was his Performance History assignment. A three-page paper about a famous actor of the modern era. Seokmin chose Lee Minho, the man that provided him with his gay awakening when he led the F4 in the 2009 Boys Over Flowers drama. Seokmin debated on presenting photo evidence of his signed copy of the complete drama DVD, but he decided against it. His eyes studied the computer as he began typing his mini biography on the actor's life. However, it only distracted him until the middle of page two, and his mind began racing again.

Should I just come out and tell him? Honesty is the best policy and all that. A sigh. No. What if I fumble or look desperate? When Seokmin realized he was typing out his thoughts, he frantically went to erase them.

Onto the next assignment, pushing yet another half-finished one to the side along with the rest of his thoughts. He dug through his bookbag for his Script Analysis textbook. Should I be creative? Make a big production? Would he like that? Or will I look like the biggest idiot this side of Korea?

Defeated, Seokmin lowered his head on the table, groaning to himself. Why did this have to be so hard? Why wasn’t Joshua texting him? Or posting on socials? Why wasn’t Joshua coming to class?

Why couldn’t Joshua just make the first move? Did he not want to?

“Seokmin.” A high-pitched voice behind Seokmin chimed. He looked over his shoulder to see Nayeon, grinning down at him. Looped through either of her arms were two of her friends, names he could barely recall due to their limited interactions. He had to wrack his brain for a second to get it. One had Oreo-colored short hair. Jeongyeon. The other had flowing caramel brown hair. Sana. Bingo. The three of them looked like a powerhouse of women, it almost intimidated him. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I haven’t seen you around the apartment recently.” Seokmin shrugged.

“Joshua said he’s been busy. I didn’t want to bother.” Nayeon rolled her eyes.

“He can be so dramatic. He hasn’t left his room in like three days. Jeonghan told me.”

Seokmin felt his breath hitch in his throat. “Really?” Nayeon nodded. “Is he sick?”

“I don’t know.” She sounded almost apologetic. “He might be. He overdoes it when exam time comes. He’s been that way as long as I’ve known him.” Seokmin looked down at his phone, still dark with no messages. “You should message him. Even if he’s busy, I’m sure he’d like to hear from you.” She smiled. “I’ll tell him you’re looking for him, too. Okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Noona.” He waved the trio off as they headed deeper into the library. As he turned back to the table, his eyes settled on the scattered mess before him. He couldn’t begin to imagine what Joshua was doing alone in his room, cooped up for days with the same sight of scattered textbooks and assignments overwhelming his eyesight. It made Seokmin want to throw up. He reached for his phone and opened up Joshua’s messages. Still nothing, dry as a bone for almost five days.

[Seokmin] (now): I hope studying is going well. Don’t overwork, okay? Make sure to eat and get sunlight. Lots of rest, too! Finals are still some time away, so take time for yourself. He paused, before continuing to type. We should hang out before Study Week. I’d love to make bracelets again. Does that sound ok with you?

Anyway, fighting! Talk soon.

Seokmin pressed send on his messages, biting his lip. He stared at them for what felt like hours. People were passing to and from the library doors, and the moon was already making its way high in the sky before he got up and headed home for dinner.

No response. Seokmin pulled up the messages again, met with the blue moon and the note ‘Joshua has his phone silenced’.

[Seokmin] (now): I want to tell you how I feel and I’m scared of how you’ll react. I want to hang out soon. Please text me back.

He stopped walking for a moment, before his thumb pressed the backspace button and wiped that message from existence. He exhaled, watching his breath billow in the brisk November air around him.

Seokmin was going to need more help figuring out how to handle this.

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Seokmin’s phone began to ring just as he got out of the shower. Tugging the towel off his head, he tossed it to the side and plopped down on his bed. A photo of him and his mother the last time he visited home flashed on the screen, a candid selfie with Seokmin’s face in the forefront while his mother only offered a side eye when she noticed the phone. He quickly answered.

“Mom, hey.” He hummed. “What’s wrong?”

A deep sigh came from the other end and Seokmin’s stomach twisted into knots. “Your aunt called your sister.”

“Oh?”

“She managed to get Eunkyung home. How she did it, I have no idea. Your Aunt always had a special way of getting through to her. Maybe they’re both alike.”

Look who’s talking. “That’s great. Is she home?”

“Well, she said she’ll be home tomorrow after school. Let’s see how it goes. I just wanted to let you know.” Seokmin sighed. He could tell the situation was nowhere near resolved, a pot of boiling water with the burner set to simmer. It wouldn’t cause a problem now, but eventually the water would bubble up again and spill over; causing a painful mess. “How have you been? Final calls are Friday, you said? Are you nervous?”

“Uh, yeah. A bit.”

“How’s your friend? Joshua Hong?” The mention of his name made Seokmin want to start crying. He bit his lip, the long hesitation making his mother pipe up. “Seokmin? Hello?”

“I’m here.” He choked out. He told his mom everything. He told his mom everything because she told him everything. All his life, that’s how it was. “I haven’t heard from him….and he hasn’t been at school.”

Mom clicked her tongue. “Why?”

“He said finals. They’re coming up, but he said he’s getting a head start on them. And his phone’s been on silent for the entire week.”

“Huh. Typical. Men always have some sort of fucking excuse.” Seokmin sighed. “Except you. You’re the one good man in this world. And that’s because I raised you.” He heard rustling on the other end -most likely kitchen cabinets - before his mom continued to speak. “Your father was the exact same way. He always had an excuse. Couldn’t come to your performances. Couldn’t take Eunkyung to the doctor because of something. And you know where he was? Take a guess.”

Seokmin didn’t have to. “Exactly. The bar.” His mom said into the silence. Seokmin felt his eyes water as he looked over to his bookshelf where his little deer plush was sitting, nestled next to all of the other ones. “Honey, we’re the same type of person when it comes to love. We fall for people who look like they have it all, but in the end, they prove to have nothing. If this Joshua kid thinks you’re stupid enough to fall for his ‘finals’ excuse, then he’s not worth your time. And don’t make excuses for him, either. Okay? Don’t let him walk all over you…”

“O-okay…” Seokmin choked out.

“I’m sorry, honey. Love is hard. You’ll find the right one.” A pause. “Your aunt is calling again. I’ll let you go. Call me when you get your results for the play.”

“Night.” Seokmin said. He listened to his mother hang up the phone and set his own down. He didn’t even ask about how to go about confessing his feelings, and after that, he didn’t think he wanted to. He took a deep breath, opening his messages. Two from Mingyu. One from his Aunt. One spam message offering him a great deal when he uses their link. Nothing from Joshua.

“Hyung.” Seokmin looked up as the door opened, Seungkwan poking his head in. “I’m about to go out with Seunghee and Wooseok. Will you be okay?” His voice trailed off when he got a good look at Seokmin’s face. “What’s wrong?”

He frantically wiped his eyes. “Nothing. I’m fine.” He said. “Go and have fun. Don’t be out too long. Okay?” Seungkwan frowned, making his way inside and sitting on the bedside. He crossed his arms.

“Be serious. I can tell you’re upset about something.” Seokmin shook his head.

“Really. It’s not a big deal, I'll probably just sleep it off and be fine.” Seokmin read his friend’s expression, eyebrow arched in disbelief. He responded by nudging the younger. “Go on. Go on. Don’t keep your friends waiting. Is Hansol busy today? Did Wonwoo snatch him up?”

“Hah! He wishes!” Seungkwan grinned confidently. Seokmin smiled, watching as the younger rose from the bed. “Hansol’s got work. You sure you’ll be ok?”

“Nothing a good book and a melatonin won’t fix.” Seungkwan was motioned out the door. “See you tonight~.” He watched Seungkwan head down the hall. As the door locked behind him, Seokmin sank onto the couch, covering his face. He took a deep breath, falling to his side. “What do I do?” he muttered to himself.

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Joshua wasn’t on campus Thursday, either. Regardless, Seokmin had no idea how to confess his feelings to the older. Not to mention final roles were being announced the next day. The first draft of Seokmin’s monologue was due by the middle of the next week. He still had no idea what to write for it, a few crummy lines and overly dramatic synonyms for ‘jealous’ scribbled in his notebook.

His head was swimming with thoughts once again, so when Junhui suggested getting together in the quad to work on assignments, he practically jumped out of his seat. The crew got together, nestled in groups of three. Seokmin rested against Junhui, thumbing through his monologue draft. Across from them, Minghao was quietly drafting up some set designs for the play, occasionally snapping photos to send to his art club group chat. Mingyu, Hansol, and Seungkwan were chatting about their recent assignment to create a math activity for their grade of choice. The way Seungkwan described it sounded much easier than it seemed, and Mingyu began on his “I’m quitting to be a stripper” agenda which sent Hansol into a fit of laughter.

“I need a break.” Seokmin closed his book, sticking it into his bag. Junhui peered over as Seokmin pulled out a book, flipping through the pages until he got to his bookmark.

“I need one too.” Tossing his book to the side, Junhui leaned away from Seokmin. He grinned a bit when Seokmin toppled over, only scooting closer to Minghao. The youngest of the trio peered up from his sketchbook, eyebrow arched.

“Can I help you?” he asked. Junhui shook his head.

“No.” he said. “I just said I needed a break.” Junhui rested his head on Minghao’s shoulder, peering down at the sketchbook in his hand. “Can I help?”

“Heh, no.” Seokmin sat up, watching as despite Minghao’s protest, he still listened to Junhui’s suggestions. Seokmin noticed the fondness in his eyes when they fell on Junhui. He noticed the snicker that escaped his lips. “That’s never going to work.”

“Well not with that attitude.”

Hoping to distract from the pain in his chest, Seokmin sat upright and looked down at his book, beginning to read while the others worked around him. He leafed through the pages of his romance novel, the crucial scene midway where the main love interests were trying to navigate how to express their feelings. Ironic.

Seokmin skimmed as the male lead contemplated his options. A big gesture? Too much. A letter? Too impersonal. Having a friend relay the message? What was this, fifth grade? Seokmin wanted to see how the male lead succeeded, hoping it would encourage him to do the same.

If he’s going to make excuses then forget him!

If this Joshua kid thinks you’re stupid enough to fall for his finals crap, then he doesn’t deserve you.

“Do you think Joshua-Hyung is lying?” He blinked, taking a moment to register the words leaving his mouth. When he lifted his head, Minghao and Junhui were looking up at him, Minghao’s pencil frozen on the sketchbook.

“Why do you say that?” he asked. Seokmin paused.

“…Who studies so intensely for finals this early in the semester? I mean, it’s not early, but…it’s only the middle of November. Most people don’t worry about it until the first week in December at least.”

“Lots of people do.” Junhui said.

“Yeah, but he hasn’t been at school either. Nayeon-Noona said he’s not sick.” Seokmin set the open book on his lip, eyebrows scrunched. “Is he avoiding me? Do you think I did something to upset him?”

“I doubt it.” Minghao said. “Based on what I’ve heard, he’s crazy about you.”

“That’s what everyone says.” Seokmin said. “And I want it to be true, but…” Seokmin’s voice faded.

“You don’t want to be made a fool. We know.” Junhui replied with a hum of recognition. “I don’t think that will happen.”

Seokmin looked up. “I’ve wracked my entire brain with ways to tell him. But every idea seems so ridiculous.”

“Maybe you should just tell him.” Minghao grinned a bit. Seokmin blinked, his confused expression making the younger snort.. “Seokmin, you should just go up to him and say ‘I like you’.”

Seokmin chuckled. “You make it sound so easy….” His phone vibrated, and he pulled it out to see a social media post from the school’s musical theatre Instagram. It showed Soonyoung in the foreground, grinning into the selfie as he pointed as Jihoon, an unamused look on his face. He held a piece of paper in his hand.

Role call! Announcement posted on the auditorium doors tomorrow at 3 p.m.! Be there or be square!

Seokmin watched as his phone began flooding with texts from Jihyo and Dahyun about the time, asking if Seokmin wanted to join them to look at the announcements together. ‘Strength in numbers’ Dahyun said. He quickly replied with eager agreement. A hand extended to Junhui, and he leaned forward to look at the post as well.

“Well, now I’m going to be thinking about it until 2:59, aren’t I?” Seokmin studied the post for a minute longer, as if there were some hidden meaning he just wasn’t getting.

OK. Now I need to find a way to keep my mind from exploding for the next 24 hours. Seokmin set the phone on his lap again, eyeing the opened pages in his novel. I could think about all the other crap going on in my life. How my family is about to fall apart at the seams….

How I still have no solid draft for my final monologue…

How I’m so much of a chicken to tell Joshua how I feel…

How this book is due by tomorrow and I’m barely half-way through….

How…

Like fitting a long-lost puzzle piece into its spot, something in Seokmin’s head finally clicked. He looked down at the half-finished book, finger pressed in between the pages to keep him in his place.

Maybe your life is turning into one of your romance books.

Seungkwan’s teasing weeks prior crashed into his brain like a tidal wave, but his eyes sparkled like two lighthouses ready to guide the lost ships to shore.

“I know what to do.” He gasped. Minghao and Junhui waited patiently for his answer. “I need a push. I can’t just go out and do it.”

“I’ll push the both of you into a closet until you do it.” Junhui grinned when Minghao nudged him.

The joke didn’t even make Seokmin flinch. “I’ll tell him if I get the lead in the play tomorrow.”

Minghao tilted his head. “What made you think up that one?”

The lighthouse lights in his eyes dimmed with clouds of uncertainty. “Is it stupid?”

“No. I just want to know the thought process.” Minghao assured, Junhui nodding in agreement.

The evidence was in his book, holding up the pages littered with declarations of love he hoped to recreate himself. “That’s how it happens in stories!” Seokmin tossed up his book, the object landing in front of him with a loud clunk. “The lead takes a major life achievement as a sign to finally confess their feelings. Everything progresses! You know?!”

Minghao and Junhui shared a glance. Immediately, Junhui looked over at the other trio. “Guys.” He called.

Three sets of eyes landed on the beaming brunette, and he tensed. “Oh, no.” Seokmin fell onto his back when the others.

“Should Seokmin confess his feelings to Joshua-Hyung if he gets the lead role tomorrow?” Minghao asked.

“Why?” Hansol asked.

“Everything progresses, or whatever he just said.”

“It’s in the books.” Seokmin whined behind his hands.

“I think that’s really romantic.” Seungkwan said. Mingyu nodded. Seokmin sat up, eyes sparkling. “Kind of stupid too. But in a romantic way.” He grinned when Seokmin sat up, the lighthouses behind his eyes ramped up to a thousand.

“Kwannie, I knew I could count on you!” Seokmin gasped, tugging the younger into a tight hug. Seungkwan chuckled, patting Seokmin’s arm in support.

Running a hand through his hair, Mingyu exclaimed: “Now, you just need to actually see the guy so you can confess. And when the hell will he be back on campus?” Seokmin paused, pursing his lips together.

“…I’ll just have to go to his house.” He said simply. “I want this to work. I need to be proactive.”

I want to be proactive. I need this to work.

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Later that evening, Seokmin was telling everyone he knew of his fool-proof plans. Half a block over, Jeonghan was staring at Joshua’s closed door, the same one he had seen for the past 3 days. He could hear muffled typing on a keyboard.

A knock. “Joshuji…” No answer.

Another knock. “Joshua.” No answer.

One final knock. Still nothing. “Joshua Hong!”

A hard slam was heard on the other end that made Jeonghan jump. “What Jeonghan?!”

Silence for a moment as the sound faded into the walls. “I'm headed to bed. Gotta work early tomorrow. Need me for any-?”

“No.”

Jeonghan put his hands in his pockets. “Alright. Get some sleep tonight, okay?” He bit his lip. He turned his head, but paused for a second. “Also, Seokmin was worried about you. Don’t be selfish and keep him waiting anymore, okay?”

Joshua leaned back in his chair as footsteps puttered from his door. He sighed, leaning over and checking his alarm clock. 2:15 a.m. Looking down at the half-finished PowerPoint for his practicum lesson, he clicked off to show the one for his next discussion.

Downing another cup of coffee, Joshua ran a hand in his hair.

He still had to make a discussion reflection sheet.

Joshua popped two painkillers down his throat when the front of his skull began pounding.

Not to mention, he had to get a head start on his finals.

Another cup of coffee was already brewing.

I haven’t stayed top of my graduating year by my good looks alone.

Joshua kind of wished it was that easy.

By 3 in the morning, tired fingers glided on his eyes. The four seconds they were closed was enough time for him to perk up and keep going. He had made it through the night with less.

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fairygodshipper · 11 months ago

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minwon/meanie fic thread 💎✨

[i've been deep into seventeen recently and i wrote some minwon/meanie fics. posting them here!]

series: i can't run away

Fandom: SEVENTEEN (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Jeon Wonwoo/Kim Mingyu

works:

1. don't want to let go (so i let go) Tags: Pre-Slash, Sickfic, Fluff, Light Angst, Feelings Realization, One-Sided Attraction, (Or is it?), Canon Compliant, Idolverse

“Careful.” Wonwoo mumbled softly as he continued to prop Mingyu up. The younger’s eyes widened in shock, not even being aware that Wonwoo was close by and that his reflexes were sharp enough to catch him. Okay, maybe ‘catch’ was a strong word. Wonwoo wouldn’t dare do that, not anymore.

mingyu’s injured, but why does his heart hurt more than his back?

2. eyes meeting, hearts apart

Tags: Sickfic, Fluff, Light Angst, One-Sided Attraction, (It's not), Pining, Companion Piece, POV Jeon Wonwoo, Canon Compliant, Idolverse

“Careful.” Wonwoo’s voice was gravelly from disuse and he cringed from the sound of it. Still, he prayed Mingyu didn’t think it was embarrassing and merely lifted him even more. As he did so, Mingyu seemed to stiffen in discomfort, making Wonwoo exhale in shame. He couldn’t even do this one thing right — he was a mess.

wonwoo has thoughts about mingyu. a lot of them.

3. if i could, i’ll do whatever

Tags: Getting Together, Fluff, SVT UNESCO Forum, Paris (City), Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, POV Alternating, Canon Compliant, Idolverse

“Do you want to do this?” Mingyu presses on, always the gentleman. His forehead comes dangerously close to Wonwoo’s, wide eyes searching the latter’s expression. Wonwoo doesn’t need to ask what this means. He feels the anticipation thrumming through his veins, betraying the fear his mind supplies. “Yes.” he responds firmly.

they should’ve known the city of love would finally get them together.

let me know what you think if you've read them! 💗

#minwon #meanie #pro ship #ao3 #mingyu x wonwoo #svt ship #dni anti shippers

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misswoozi · 1 year ago

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listen,, i agree that wonwoo is a top but it's more like 99%. with any other person in the world he's a top. but for some reason mingyu just does it for him! and maybe there's a tiny bit of shame there which is why he's shy and keeps his socks on! but there's no denying he likes it! not super often but SOMETIMES!!! and it's actually really super cute if you think about it! 🫠🫠🫠

- 🔮

BUT ALSO!!

I've always written both of these guys as Complete and Utter Tops but now you've got me second-guessing.

What if what if what if what if what if it's more of a 75/25 split? Wonwoo is, in general, a bit of a service top. Mingyu will happily bottom for him but that doesn't mean he completely loses his interest in topping. Wonwoo might have been unsure in the beginning (he definitely wouldn't have tried it in the past so Mingyu would have been his first) but he ended up liking it more than he thought he would.

There's just something he finds so hot about top!Mingyu!!!

(also... cute, shy, slightly whiny Wonwoo in nothing but his socks AND ALSO a big t-shirt that he wears to bed?.?? A truly S+ tier image that Mingyu would Not be able to resist ever.)

#2017 me would not believe a hot girl would make me ship Meanie but here we are!!!#LOVE U #Mingyu smut #Wonwoo smut #Seventeen smut #CB anon

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xwedayi · 2 years ago

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SVT Jun and Wonwoo Tarot

DISCLAIMER:

✧ These are interpersonal tarot readings of seventeen members FOR FUN. These are literally just for me and I don’t expect anyone to take this seriously. Also, I don’t know everything about tarot but I know enough. These are my interpretations of the readings.

✧ When I say “relationship”, I do not mean it in a romantic way. A relationship between two people means how two or more people relate and behave towards each other. When I use the term “relationship”, I mean it in the most basic and general definition of the word.

✧ I also do these readings to practice so take them with a grain of salt. This is my hobby so if u disagree with me just know I really dgaf.

✧ Deck: The Dreamkeepers Tarot Deck by Liz Huston

Reading done on 03/07/23

Overall Relationship:

Seven of Swords

The Lovers as an elaborative card

✰ They’ve had a long term relationship with each other that has been stable all throughout (7oS). A lot of work was put into their relationship by both parties and because of this, they have a subtle but strong synergy (7oS & Lovers). There is a great amount of trust and a strong sense of unity between the two (Lovers). They’re really content with each other! Their relationship is healthy and they like where they’re at. It’s also very fruitful. They get a lot of things from each other (Lovers) and they know that if they continue what they’re doing, they’ll be subject to more fruitful rewards (7oS). They really like their friendship.

Wonwoo from Jun’s POV

rev. Knight of Wands

The Hierophant as an elaborative card

✰ Jun sees Wonwoo as a person that has a lot of passion for the world and what he’s doing but he doesn’t really have a proper outlet for all of his passion (rev KnoW). Wonwoo is sure of his work and wants to continue to break boundaries but he just needs a little guidance (rev KnoW). He also sees Wonwoo as someone who is very traditional (Hierophant). He acknowledges that Wonwoo’s personality is derived of his traditional values and his tendency to abide by the rules.

SIDE NOTE:

✯ I’m getting a very amused energy off of these cards. Does Jun find all of this amusing? I wouldn’t be shocked if that were the case considering how their natal charts interact with each other.

Jun from Wonwoo’s POV

Nine of Pentacles

Death and Page of Wands as elaborative cards

✰ Wonwoo sees Jun as someone who enjoys life and lives in the moment. He is secure in himself and is independent (9oP). He feels that the reason for this is because Jun put an end to his impatient and self-conscious attitude (Death and rev PoW). I’m getting the sense that Jun’s self-conscious and impatient attitude really burdened him so for Wonwoo to notice Jun’s transition to a more confident person means Jun’s change was quite significant!

SIDE NOTE:

✯ I think Wonwoo is very happy for him! Lots of contentment radiating from these cards.

✯ NOTES

✯ Very nice and refreshing to see that they have a strong bond and trust each other. It’s funny to see how Wonwoo presumably thinks highly of Jun and Jun finds Wonwoo’s overall existence amusing. It’s also really funny how Jun sees Wonwoo as someone very traditional LOL

✯ The energy from the cards I pulled felt very familiar and just really nice.

#this isn't meant to ship them #seventeen #seventeen tarot #svt tarot #svt #jun #wonwoo #wonhui #junhui #svttarot

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wonusbitterpeach · 4 months ago

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Making stickers of the fic ships I write and slapping them on my iPad case. First one, best one, the one I dream about at night. I love this ship with every fibre of my being.

#meanie #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #kim mingyu #mingyu #svt fanfic #ao3 author #i will go down with this ship

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kieswrites · 1 year ago

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bisexualrapline · 1 year ago

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The wonu x mingyu duo is so dangerous really

they’re so important to me bitterie and sweetie 🥹🫶🏼

#ask #anon #mingyu #wonwoo #svt #meanie #i think that’s their ‘official’ ship name Lmao

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forjnwwdump · 2 years ago

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Backyard and Dads

Wherein Wonwoo and Jun meets up outside their lot and have a night stroll together after throwing away the garbage.

They don't seem to run out of topics even though they mainly talk about their kid's well-being and how they could improve their relationship to their sons.

It's Wonwoo who usually have a problem with connections to his child as he's an actor and he's usually out early in the morning til late at night. He always share his worry for not being able to bond with his son most of the time and feels bad for denying that Chan is his flesh and blood—his own. Jun could only listen and chip in a suggestion or two every now and then.

They bond in a special way, they think. They both understand eachother's worries for they're both fathers. Although Jun's case is a little bit tricky, it really doesn't faze wonwoo.

#wonhui #single dad slash actor!wonwoo #single dad slash B of D!jun #au dump #i will go down with my ship #writing ideas #found family maybe

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echoesofadream · 2 years ago

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i only have such normal and pure feelings about this i am so normal the normalest girl

#everything i will blame on misa even tho she never pushed for this ship #well she did mention it #poor misa being a carat loving minghao and here i come like ok #thats cute now which of your beloved boys can i ship bc my okd ship isnt doing it for me anymore #I PROMISE IM NOT JUST HERE FOR SHIPS ugh #it just makes the process a little more fun #get well soon (me@me)#how do i stop actually #want to become a yn girl like misa #mingyu #wonwoo #seventeen

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animeniacss · 3 months ago

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Seoksoo - imperfect - Part 1 - Chapter 20 - I Love You

Length: approx. 6.9k words

Chapter 20 - I Love You

“I’m so glad we’re done with finals!” Mingyu groaned in relief, tossing his backpack on the other side of the apartment. Seokmin and Seungkwan followed behind, Seungkwan following Mingyu’s action, but not as violently. Seokmin simply tossed his bag at his feet. “Christmas break, here I come!”

“I still need to finish Christmas shopping.” Seungcheol spoke, scrolling through the internet for things he could hopefully still order in time to wrap for the holidays. Mingyu rolled his eyes.

“Seokmin, is everything ready for this weekend?” Seokmin nodded.

“Yeah. I got one of the bigger rooms so everyone can fit!”

Seungcheol smiled. “Can you tell Mingyu to throw me nice parties like this for my birthday?” He teased, earning a playful shove from his boyfriend.

“I’ll be able to afford nice parties when you finally stop keeping me from my dream job of being a stripper.” When Seungcheol whipped his head around, Mingyu smirked, leaning over the back of the couch on his elbows.

“You said we were done with that conversation!” Seungkwan and Seokmin shared a glance as the duo bickered, Seokmin unable to hide his amused grin while Seungkwan’s face resembled something closer to slight disgust.

“Anyway.” Seungkwan turned to Seokmin. “Is Joshua-hyung excited?”

“I hope so.” Seokmin scratched the back of his neck. “I just want it to be nice. It must be hard to not have family around for your birthday.” Seungkwan nodded, nestling closer to his friend, almost as if he was about to share a personal secret just for the two of them.

“Are you going to do it?”

Seokmin needed a second to register what he was just asked. “Sorry. What?”

“Tell him how you feel.” Oh. “Before the break starts and you don’t see him for like…three weeks.” Seungkwan was right. With Seokmin being home for Christmas and picking up extra hours when he came back, who knew when he would see Joshua over the break. This night together might just be his last chance. Seokmin’s cheeks turned redder the closer Seungkwan leaned against him. “What was it you said? “It’s in the books! I’ll confess if I get the lead!” or something?” The younger grinned, a mischievous glint in the smile. “I’m only trying to keep you honest, Hyung.”

“Ah. Well…” he was at a loss for words, Seungkwan cementing his unannounced victory with a proud hum. Seokmin only offered a little chuckle. “I know what I’m going to do…”

That was a lie, but Seungkwan thankfully didn’t press him for any further information.

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“You’re not putting me in a blindfold, Seokmin.” Joshua seemed pretty adamant as the duo stood outside of Seokmin’s apartment. The younger frowned, holding up the black handkerchief.

“What? Why?”

“Many reasons. One: we aren’t at the karaoke bar yet. Two: I’ll get motion sick on the car ride. Two and a half: I’m driving. Three: I already know where we’re going. Four: I’m not into that.” Seokmin blushed at the last reason. Defeated, he stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket. “Sorry.” Joshua smiled. “Ready to go?”

Seokmin nodded, and the duo made their way to the car. Seokmin sank into the passenger’s seat, looking up at the sky as Joshua set the car into reverse and pulled from the parking space. The sky was cloudy today, tones of gray bunched together overhead. “I heard it’s supposed to snow tonight.”

“That’d be nice.” Joshua hummed. “I’d love some snow for Christmas. It doesn’t snow often in Los Angeles. The weather’s too warm.”

Seokmin caught Joshua leaning forward against the steering wheel a bit, peering out the window when they slowed to a stop. “Well, then I’m sure it’ll snow this year.”

Joshua smiled. “I hope so.” He continued following the GPS to the karaoke bar, while Seokmin was getting messages from his friends as they arrived. Jeonghan and Nayeon went to pick up the cake, Mingyu and Seungcheol arrived to secure the room, and Seungkwan and Hansol were setting up the decorations. Seokmin had left his birthday gift in the apartment, as a back-up to keep Joshua with him a few extra minutes, in case he didn’t say anything while they were out. “I’m really excited for this.” Joshua admitted. “I can’t remember the last time I really had a birthday party.”

“You don’t?” Joshua shook his head.

“I mean, I had friends over in high school. My parents always took me on a trip over Christmas break. But I think I stopped having birthday parties when I was maybe 12 or 13.” He shrugged. “We just stopped planning them. So, I’m excited.”

“I hope I made it a good one, then.” Seokmin leaned back in his seat. Joshua chuckled.

“Trust me, whatever you have set up will be great!”

Most of the group had already arrived by the time Seokmin and Joshua found a parking spot. Heading inside, the first thing he saw was Seungkwan perched on one of the chairs, sipping his iced coffee and scrolling through his phone. When he heard the door open, he smiled. “Finally! We were waiting!” He hurried up to the duo. “Everything is set – you said he’d been blindfolded!”

“You told everyone you were blindfolding me?” Joshua smirked when Seokmin looked away, face blooming red in embarrassment. He stuck his hand out. “Give me the blindfold.”

“No, forget it, you’ll be surprised anyway.” Seokmin said simply. Joshua chuckled under his breath, reaching out to take the others hand in his own before Seungkwan motioned them down the hall. Seokmin thanked the worker at the front desk, and the trio entered the room.

With Seokmin picking up a few extra hours at the store, and dipping a bit into his summer savings, he was able to book one of the bigger, nicer rooms in the karaoke bar. The lights were dimmed a bit, a slight blue hue transforming it into an underwater wonderland. Mingyu and Seungcheol were stringing up the last of the balloons on the far corner, while Vernon and Nayeon were laying out the snacks. Jeonghan was resting on the couch behind Nayeon, leaning forward and guiding verbally, almost dictating where everything should be placed until Nayeon nudged him and he giggled. Junhui and Minghao were already skimming through the book of songs, Minghao showing a visible look of confusion at whatever it was Junhui was suggesting.

“Wow.” Joshua smiled. “This is so cool!” Seokmin immediately felt a sense of pride, any worry of Joshua’s reaction melting away within seconds. With newfound confidence, he headed to greet Jeonghan, the duo sharing a quick hello. Seokmin saw Nayeon hop up and hurry over.

“My friends are on their way. Thank you for saying they could come.”

Seokmin grinned. “Of course! The room holds a lot of people. Besides, Jihyo and Dahyun are my friends, too. I’m glad they were able to come.” Nayeon gripped Seokmin’s hands happily, finally leaning in.

“Joshua looks so happy! I think this is going to go so well, Seokmin.” She was beaming; the positive energy radiating onto Seokmin immediately. “You two are so cute!”

“Oh, come on!” Seokmin gasped. A sudden pat on his shoulder, and he turned to see Seungkwan. He was already passing him a microphone.

“Are we going to stand around looking hot or are we going to sing?” He asked. Seokmin took the microphone and, with a flash of an eager grin, the boys headed to the Ipad that allowed them to choose their songs.

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It didn’t take long for the room to unfold into complete chaos. Seokmin had taken a step back a few songs in for Chaeyoung and Dahyun to have a turn. The duo was singing a Taylor Swift song at the top of their lungs, encouraged by all of their friends cheering and screaming the lyrics along with them. Seokmin was watching from the couch, waving a glow stick prop alongside Vernon. He felt a nudge to his leg, turning to see Joshua lean over to him with one of the song menus.

“What are you going to sing?” His voice was low as he leaned in close, sending a shiver up Seokmin’s spine. Lovestruck eyes darted from Joshua’s lips to his hands, then up to his eyes, then his lips, followed by his toned chest and those lips, and-.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Seokmin turned back to the performance in front of him. “I haven’t picked yet.” Joshua looked over at him and Seokmin could have sworn he saw an amused smirk on the other’s fucking lips. Chaeyoung and Dahyun’s song came to an end, and the room erupted into applause as the score flashed on the screen.

“80?!” Chaeyoung’s eyes widened. “No way! This thing’s rigged!” Dahyun laughed behind her hand.

“It’s not a Taylor Swift fan!” Dahyun pointed to the screen. Slightly annoyed, the duo turned to the couch, offering up the microphones. “Who wants to go next?”

Seungkwan stood up, grinning at Seokmin. He took microphones and immediately handed one off. “I think it’s time. Shall we?” he asked. The glint in his eyes immediately translated to Seokmin. Maybe it was because they had been roommates for two years, or that they were the ones most likely to frequent karaoke bars together, but the hive mind was working, and Seokmin shot up like a bullet.

“We have to!” He said. A chuckle behind him, and he turned to see Joshua popping a few potato chips in his mouth.

“What are you singing?” he hummed.

Seungkwan spoke up for both of them. “Candy in My Ear by Baek Ji Young and Taecyeon!” Joshua hummed, his face indicating he hadn’t heard of the song before.

“It’s our go to karaoke song.” Seokmin added. Joshua nodded, leaning back in his seat.

“Taecyeon is so beautiful.” Nayeon sighed to herself.

“Tell me about it.” Jeonghan said, the couple high-fiving in their shared attraction to the idol. Seokmin and Seungkwan pulled the song up as Mingyu passed over a comically large pair of sunglasses to Seokmin.

“You’ll need these.” He grinned. Seokmin took the orange glasses, putting them on. He heard the snap of a camera, turning his head to see Joshua holding his phone. He was grinning.

“You look so cute!” He called. He had grabbed a glow stick from the table, holding it up with Vernon, Junhui, and Minghao in support of the duo. Seokmin blushed, turning back to the large TV as the song began. The second the first few notes began, Seungkwan looked at Seokmin with confident eyes.

“Choreography?”

“I’d be offended if we didn’t.” Seokmin grinned. Almost immediately following Seungkwan’s very high-pitched ‘La La La’s, Taecyeon’s verse started up and Seokmin put the microphone to his mouth to sing. The room broke into a mix of laughter and cheers almost immediately, and Seokmin’s entire body swelled with a rush of adrenaline. He was in his element right now, everything felt great. He watched Seungkwan approach him dramatically, and without missing a beat, pressed himself up against Seokmin so they could dramatically step in time together and share one microphone to sing.

Saranghae (Saranghae)

I love you (I love you)

Seokmin saw Seungkwan shoot him a suggestive glance, and he laughed behind the microphone for a second. Then, the youngers eyes shot a glance at the couch, and following it meant Seokmin was staring directly at Joshua. He was grinning behind his hand, one leg crossed over the other as he watched the performance in front of him. Seokmin looked back to his singing partner as the second verse approached and Seungkwan prepared to dramatically press up against Seokmin one more time.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the fact that it was dim in the room. Maybe it was Seungkwan’s constant motioning over to Joshua without any of the audience noticing. Maybe it was because Seokmin had the most confidence when he was singing with no constructs. Nobody was judging him right now, or ranking him for a role. He could just perform. Maybe it was all of those things, or maybe it was none of them, but when Seungkwan got close, for the next verse, he felt a surge of confidence hit him in the chest.

Saranghae (Saranghae)

I love you (I love you)

When Seokmin uttered the echo in his verse, he turned to the audience, shooting a finger heart in Joshua’s direction. The older one’s eyes widened, going slack jawed as Junhui and Seungcheol began shoving him and screaming, as if he were just perceived by his favorite idol. Even in the dim lights, Seokmin saw his cheeks burn pink. A gummy smile broke on Vernon’s face as he leaned into Mingyu, body shaking in a fit of laughter. Seokmin’s cheeks immediately turned red, focus redirecting back to the screen in front of him. Not before he caught the stunned grin on Seungkwan’s face. The rest of the song was performed as expected, with choreography and dramatic singing. However, when the song ended and the room erupted into applause, Seokmin covered his face. Seungkwan hurried up to him and shook his shoulders.

“That was so fucking smart!” There was glee in Seungkwan’s voice. “That was so cute!”

“I cannot believe I did that! I think I blacked out.” Seokmin whispered. “Is he staring?”

“Oh, hell yeah. He looks lovestruck!” Seungkwan whispered. “Look at you go!” Seokmin put the microphone on the table, the duo turning towards their score as it flashed. “100!” Seungkwan grinned, turning back to Seokmin. “As usual!”

Seokmin looked at the score and the cheering female model beside it. Maybe he was overthinking, but her repeated thumbs up motion felt directed at him. But not for the performance. He needed to sit down. Turning to the couch, he was stunned at what he saw.

Chaeyoung and Mina were cuddled on the couch beside Sana, whose legs were outstretched over Jihyo’s lap. Tzuyu was cross legged beside them. Nayeon had pulled her own legs up to her side as she leaned into Jeonghan, who literally just put two bowls of chips beside him. Mingyu and Seungcheol -broad as they are - had no problem taking up a lot of space on the couch. Seungkwan sat beside Vernon, nestled close with the others’ arm draped behind him. Junhui and Minghao were shuffling to claim the far corner of the couch. That only left Seokmin with two spots…..

Both beside Joshua.

Mentally cursing his friends, he plopped himself down on the couch, and Joshua immediately leaned against him. He looked over and saw the older grinning.

“You did great!” He said. “That was really good!” Maybe it was because he was already overstimulated with what he just did, but he could have sworn Joshua had hearts in his eyes, staring at Seokmin with endless fondness.

“You think so?” Joshua nodded. “Thank you…” Despite his heart running a million miles a minute, he couldn’t help but smile as the next song got started.

“Oh, and you still have the glasses on.” Joshua pushed the orange glasses up Seokmin’s nose a bit. Seokmin laughed shyly. “Take a photo.” He grabbed his phone, pulling it out and opening up his camera to focus on himself. He snapped a quick picture of himself in the glasses. Almost immediately, Joshua leaned his head in, holding up his glow stick and smiling. Seokmin chuckled a bit, snapping a few pictures of the both of them as well. Joshua chuckled. “I like that one. Send it to me.” Seokmin nodded.

As the song played, Joshua handed him one of the props on the table, and set one of the bowls of chips between them. When Seokmin opened his mouth to question, Joshua put his finger to his own lips. “These are my favorite chips. I’m only going to share them with people who tell me they love me in song.”

The low, borderline flirtatious tone Joshua used when he leaned in close made Seokmin almost internally combust, and he immediately turned his gaze back to the girls as they began singing because if he looked at Joshua any longer, he might just give a full Shakespearean confession right then and there in front of everyone.

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The rest of the night continued in the same fashion: a microphone rotating among the couch so everyone could sing. All different types of genres were thrown around; from well-known pop songs to drama OSTs to western musical artists, the room was buzzing with music and cheers for hours. Seokmin’s throat was scratchy by the time they had to vacate the room, exhausted from all of the singing he did. Luckily, there wasn’t much food left, and most of the garbage was easily discarded as they headed out.

Nayeon’s friend group split from the group once the night came to an end, warm holiday wishes spreading through the crowd with a few hugs. Jihyo and Dahyun squeezed Seokmin just before heading out the front door. “Good luck.” Jihyo whispered to him. Seokmin blushed a bit, nodding his head. He mouthed a little ‘thank you’ when he saw Joshua approaching to say his own farewells to the girls. Seokmin caught Dahyun offer him a supportive thumbs up and a grin. His mind flashed back to that female karaoke model.

The group exited the karaoke bar around midnight just in time for the first specs of snowflakes to flutter down from the thick, gray clouds. Seokmin’s neck craned up to look, the sound of his friends excited murmurs fluttering around him. His first thought was to turn to Joshua, but his attention was grabbed by Seungkwan.

“Aw, no. My gloves have a hole in them.” There was a pout on his friend’s face as he tugged the gloves off and stuck them in his pocket. His friend was not fond of the cold by any means, complaining about the chilly weather since the first leaf fell of a tree in October. Seokmin immediately tugged his off, passing them over. Seungkwan seemed confused for a second, but Seokmin only pushed them closer.

“Here. I’ll be okay.” Seungkwan glanced at Hansol, the same idea seemingly in his head as his gloves were already half off. “Oh.”

Any tension that may have threatened the trio was melted away almost immediately when Seungkwan reached out and took Seokmin’s gloves, slipping them on his hands. “Thanks, Hyung.” His smile was full of fondness.

“Of course.” Hansol was already slipping his gloves on, seemingly unphased. “Now you two can hold hands.”

“We would’ve done that anyway.” Seungkwan chimed, wasting no time interlocking his newly gloved fingers with Hansol’s.

With his hands immediately exposed to the chill of the snow, Seokmin watched as a snowflake fell onto his hand, evaporating against the warmth of his skin. Making the rest of his body warm by fixing his scarf and jacket, Seokmin balled his hands together.

“Ah…hyung!” He turned to Joshua, who was still staring up at the snow as it fell around him. Seokmin fell quiet for a second, the view before him enough to distract from his chilled hands. Straight out of a painting, Joshua’s side profile as he took in the sight of the snow was breath-taking. Wide, doe-eyes watched each snowflake fall around him, enveloping him in a serene and beautiful winter wonderland. When Joshua finally turned to him, Seokmin smiled a bit, taking his arm. “It’s snowing! Like you wanted!”

“I know.” His smile was equally as big. “Maybe I should be a meteorologist or something. Add it to that growing list of random skills I’ve been accumulating.” Seokmin laughed a bit. Joshua looked down at the hand still wrapped around his arm. “Your gloves.” He pointed out. “Your hands are going to be cold.”

“I’m okay.” He assured. “Seungkwan’s had a hole in them.”

“Last time you said you’d be ok, you got sick.” Joshua frowned. A deep groan escaped Mingyu’s throat, interrupting Joshua’s worries.

“I’m starving. Do you think there’s any street vendors open still?”

“We just ate non-stop for like four hours.” Vernon stared up at the taller male in shock. Mingyu only laughed a bit.

“I think there’s a Bungeoppang vendor a few blocks back.” Seungcheol chimed in, grinning when he saw the excited look on Mingyu’s face. The idea of a delicious red-bean fish cake seemed to be agreed upon for most, and they followed Seungcheol’s directions to the vendor.

The walk was filled with idle chatter mainly about the night of karaoke and how delicious the cake was – Jeonghan cheekily said ‘you’re welcome’ when that came up. As they walked, Seokmin simply listened. Not because he had nothing to say, but because he wanted to. The night thus far had been perfect, and hearing everyone else agree made his heart swell with pride. He rubbed his hands together, feeling the chill of the winter air once again. Everyone else around him were either holding hands like Seungkwan and Vernon, or linked arm and arm like Nayeon and Jeonghan. He looked down at his own hands, stuffing them into the pockets of his jacket.

A tap on his shoulder, and when he looked over, Joshua was pulling off his glove. He passed it over, and Seokmin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Take it. For that hand.” He motioned to Seokmin’s right hand. Despite still being confused, he slipped the glove on and held his hand up, wiggling his finger. Joshua laughed in amusement, but wasted no time taking his own gloveless hand and interlocking it with Seokmin’s, slipping them into the pocket of his own jacket. Seokmin’s face flushed almost immediately, feeling his hand warm up almost instantly when the pad of Joshua’s thumb swiped over his knuckles.

“Alright, that was smooth.” Seokmin said shyly. Joshua grinned proudly as Seokmin settled close to his side. The group arrived at the vendor, where an older gentleman eagerly welcomed the large crowd of college students. Seokmin watched from the back as his friends ordered.

“I’m going to get the chocolate one.” Joshua said. “You?”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish an entire one.”

“Yeah, me either after all that cake. Want to split one?” Seokmin nodded his head in agreement, watching as Joshua leaned forward to order for the both of them. Seokmin noticed Junhui and Minghao offering sly grins in his direction as they nibbled on their own pastries.

Their fingers brushed together when half of the pastry was handed over, Seokmin’s skin feeling as though it was on fire despite being exposed to the cold. When he took a bite, the pastry tasted much more delicious than he could have ever imagined, but maybe that was because he was enjoying it with Joshua. The older glanced over at him. “It’s good!” Joshua gasped.

Yes, that was definitely what made it taste particularly delicious.

⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔(im)perfect🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌

The groups parted for good once returning to the karaoke bar parking lot, saying their final farewells and birthday wishes to Joshua before scattering for the holidays. Seungkwan nudged Seokmin when the two of them were alone. “I’ll go home with Vernon, okay?” he grinned.

Seokmin couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t need to know that.” Seungkwan’s grin immediately fell to an unamused glare.

“Okay, rude. I was going to wish you good luck, but-.” Seokmin laughed a bit, tugging Seungkwan into a friendly side hug that was warmly returned. “But honestly, you don’t even need it. You basically confessed already.”

“Oh, jeez.” Seokmin bushed as the memory flooded into his brain again. “That was not how I wanted to do it.” Seungkwan laughed in amusement, rubbing his hyung’s shoulder in reassurance.

“I’m sure the actual one will be just fine too. I don’t think Joshua’s stopped swooning at your finger heart since. He’s begging you to confess without saying it.” Seokmin chuckled as Vernon approached, the duo waving goodbye before heading down the street to try and hail a cab. Jeonghan and Nayeon had the same idea, heading for a little stroll together in the snow before heading home. When Seokmin and Joshua were alone, the older opened the passenger’s seat of the car and smiled.

“Shall we?” he asked.

The ride was quiet for the first few minutes. Seokmin had returned his glove to Joshua once the car warmed up. He looked over at the driver, studying his features. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“A great time.” Joshua smiled. “We have to do it again! It was really fun.”

“We should!”

“You looked like you were having a blast!” Seokmin felt his cheeks heat up at Joshua’s comment, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I was.” He said. “I get a bit too much when I do karaoke, I think.”

“Too much?” Joshua seemed shocked. “No way! You were amazing! It was nice seeing you have so much fun.” Seokmin’s heart skipped a beat then began pounding in his chest, feeling as if his entire body was going to explode if his heart beat didn’t slow down. He sat back in his seat, allowing the car to fall into another comfortable silence. Then, Joshua chuckled and cheekily commented: “I specifically loved your performance of…what was it? Candy in My Ear?”

Embarrassment came and made Seokmin cover his face. “Please, if you’re going to talk about that one, let me get out of the car and stand in front of it so you can run me over.” Joshua threw his head against the back of his seat to laugh. “I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t want to tell you in that way.”

The pregnant pause that followed Seokmin’s comment was enough to make him truly register what he just said. When he looked over to Joshua, he had stopped laughing, staring at him.

“Tell me what?” his voice was soft. Seokmin’s hands dropped to his lap, and he looked out the window. “Seokmin?”

“You already know…” he said softly, also embarrassed. He began picking at his fingernails, pressing his fingers together. “Everyone says it’s obvious…and I don’t know if I can say it…” He felt the car slow to a stop, and when Seokmin looked up, he realized they were already in front of his apartment. That gave him less time, and he was already striking out with each word that came from his lips. The car shutting off got Seokmin to look at Joshua, and he shifted in his seat.

“You can try.” He said with an amused smile. “If it’s what I think it is, I’d rather hear it from you instead of a song anyway…”

A nervous tongue swiped shaking lips, and Seokmin wondered if he should just say nothing. Keep his mouth shut. Hold all of these feelings back because it felt much less scary when compared to the alternative. But he couldn’t do that. Eyes cast up to the sky from the window, he watched as the snow fell around them. His eyes landed on the front door of his apartment building. For a second, he wanted to run from the car, into his apartment, slam the door and curl up into a ball until this incessant nausea finally went away: but his feet refused to move. “Sorry.” He finally gasped. “I don’t really know how to…how to say it. It’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it's not stupid.” He assured. Seokmin saw him lean closer. “What is it?”

Nervous eyes scanned Joshua’s face as his cheeks heated up. “I just…” His gaze moved from Joshua to the stars in the sky that he could see from inside the car. For a second, he hoped that there would be a new constellation written in the stars to guide him through this. But there was nothing; he had to do this himself. There was nothing that could tell him what or say or how to say it, because nothing and nobody could explain it better than he could right now. Finally, with the words of encouragement from his friends acting as the shove he needed, he locked eyes with Joshua and took one final deep breath.

“I think – no – I don’t think. I-.” a frustrated sigh cut through, but he turned to Joshua and finally uttered: “I love you…” Once the words left his lips, it was like a damn in his mouth broke and he just kept talking. “I love you a lot. I’ve liked you since we met, but I recently realized that I’ve…loved you, you know? Maybe I’m overthinking it, because we’ve never said anything about it. But we do things like hold hands and flirt and…I really like it but I don’t want to overthink things and then be wrong.” He paused, adding: “But then the more I think about it, the more I think of the way you look at me sometimes…like…like…” he looked up to see a familiar expression of fondness on Joshua’s face. “Like that!” Joshua chuckled. “….I just don’t want to mess anything up which is why I’ve been really nervous to say anything because I don’t want you to hate me. I really don’t want you to hate me. But, I think I’m rambling now, and if I keep going I think I'll say something I’ll regret so…yeah. That’s it.”

Silence. The longest silence of Lee Seokmin’s life. He hated it; wanted to disappear into a hole where nobody would find him and hibernate until this entire interaction was long forgotten about. He looked at Joshua as he shifted more in his seat to get a better look at him. Seokmin let out a shaky breath. Joshua ran a hand through his hair, and when he opened his mouth, all he said was a simple: “I love you, too, Seokmin.”

Seokmin felt his breath catch in his throat. Those five, little words floated into his ears, through his brain, down his spine and wrapped themselves around his heart in an attempt to calm its frantic beating. “…Y-yeah?” Seokmin choked out.

“I don’t know if I can say it in as many words as you did off the cuff, but yes. I do.”

Seokmin let out a chuckle of disbelief. “Oh, come on. That was nothing but rambling.”

“It was.” Joshua clarified. “But it was adorable rambling; a completely different thing.” His eyebrows furrowed a bit, and Seokmin waited with baited breath for his next comment. “I only have one question for you.”

“O-okay.” Seokmin said shakily. Joshua leaned forward a bit, reaching out and taking his hands. Seokmin could feel the warmth in his touch as he looked to meet Joshua’s gaze.

“Can I kiss you?”

Seokmin almost fell over. “W-what?”

“Can I…kiss you? You know, like-.” He playfully puckered his lips for a second. Seokmin offered a shy giggle. “I’ve wanted to since like-.”

“Yes.” Seokmin blushed at the eager response that slipped past his lips.

“…Yeah?” Joshua beamed when Seokmin offered a shy nod. Pulling their intertwined hands closer to him tugged Seokmin as close as possible sitting on opposite sides of the car. Finally, finally, after what felt like years of waiting in the span of 4 months, Joshua leaned in and kissed Seokmin.

This was not Seokmin’s first kiss. He kissed a few girls in school plays, and once kissed Mingyu on a dare in high school. Romantically, however, Seokmin had only kissed his previous boyfriend a few times; brief pecks under the stairs before parting ways for class. Those kisses made him feel like he was floating one moment, then confused the next. At the time, though, it felt as though they were everything, all he was ever going to get. All he deserved.

But this…was an experience. Joshua’s lips were soft despite being exposed to the dry cold for the past few hours. Seokmin’s entire body felt electric, warmth blooming deep in his chest and stomach. He had been wondering what this moment would feel like for so long, anxious overthinking and comparison to that of romance novels. But this was not a scene written on paper for anyone to open and read; this was real. To Lee Seokmin, this was finally happening, and it was real.

It took Seokmin a few nervous seconds to realize he had yet to actually kiss back, leaning into the kiss. He wondered if Joshua could feel how much his hands were shaking, because the grip on them tightened a little bit.

When the duo pulled away, locking eyes, Seokmin felt his heart rate spike. He immediately pulled his hands back, covering his face. Turning his head, tears pricked shaky eyes and his cheeks felt like they were boiling under his hands. “What’s wrong?” Joshua asked softly.

“Nothing.” Seokmin choked out. “My heart’s just pounding a million miles a minute and I’m really happy. That’s all.” Joshua laughed a bit, encouraging Seokmin to peek out from behind his hands.

"Good. I was worried you were crying because the kiss was bad. I haven’t kissed someone in a while.” Seokmin shook his head in reassurance. Joshua reached out, thumbing away some of the tears sitting on Seokmin’s cheeks. “I’m glad they’re happy tears, but you shouldn’t cry.” He chuckled. “Come on, love…”

When ‘love’ hit his ears, Seokmin let out a panicked noise, avoiding his gaze as his brain shut down. It took him a second to reboot before looking back over. Joshua’s hand stayed on his cheek for a second longer, swiping a few stray tears away before pulling back. “Do uhm…” Seokmin sniffled a bit, turning to face the apartment just outside of the car. “You want to come in for a bit? I can make tea…or coffee…or something.”

“Sure.” Seokmin watched as Joshua’s eyes curled into familiar crescent moons, putting the one hovering above them to shame. The newly proclaimed lovebirds got out of the car, Seokmin needing to make sure that his legs would be able to hold him up as he got to his feet. When Joshua came around the car, he offered his arm to Seokmin with a dopey grin on his face as the duo headed to the apartment.

The trip up the elevator was quiet, both men standing shoulder to shoulder as Joshua scrolled through something on his phone. The elevator shook a bit on its trip up. Like a hive mind, Seokmin gripped Joshua’s arm to steady him at the same time Joshua reached his hand out to put on the small of Seokmin’s back, both turning to look at each other. “Heh.” Hoping to prevent his cheeks from tinting pink, he looked down at his feet. When the elevator doors opened, Joshua put his phone back in his pocket and led Seokmin out. Seokmin immediately felt Joshua’s hand still ghosting the small of his back, despite the elevator being several paces behind them by now.

Once inside, Seokmin started a pot of coffee while Joshua finished looking through photos on his phone. “What have you been looking at?” Seokmin asked, leaning against the counter for a better look.

“I haven’t posted online in a while, so I’m looking for some pictures from tonight.” He passed the phone between them. “I don’t have too many, though, I was having so much fun I didn’t even realize.” He chuckled.

Seokmin immediately pulled out his phone. “I took a lot!” He scrolled through an entire wall of photos taken from the beginning of the night to the very end; from photos of the decorated room to selfies with everyone in attendance. Joshua immediately pulled up a photo of the two of them, one of Seokmin taking a selfie that Joshua stuck his head in, and then the following photo where they threw up a peace sign.

“Send me those.” He said. “They’re cute. And one with you in the glasses.”

“Okay!” Seokmin smiled. “I’ll send you tons. Can I Airdrop them?” Joshua nodded, looking down at his phone. “I should post something, too…” Seokmin murmured in realization.

With the sound of the coffee pot warming up behind them, both pulled up their Instagram accounts and began selecting some of their favorite photos from the night. Just as Seokmin was about to put a nice, long message about how much fun he had, and how grateful he was for being able to get through finals, Joshua piped up with a question:

“…Can I say that you’re my boyfriend?”

Seokmin’s eyes shot up towards Joshua, who finally seemed to hold a nervous expression in his features. “…Is…are you…are you asking me out?”

Joshua paused for a second, seeming to think about the answer to the question himself. Finally, he nodded. “I mean…..” He said, a smile finally forming on his face. “Yeah, I guess, since I didn’t properly ask in the car. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, now is it?”

“You’re very gentlemanly…” Seokmin looked back down at the string of photos he had, ready to post. Almost all of them had Joshua in them, whether it was just the two of them or with a collection of friends. Seokmin wanted Joshua to be there, from now on, he wanted Joshua to always be with him. The sizzle of the coffee pot finally came to an end just as Seokmin nodded and said: “O-okay. I’ll…I’ll put it on too, then.”

The smile on Joshua’s face only widened. “Cool. Then, we can put our phones on silent while our friend groups blow up our phones. I can probably place bets on exactly what each person will say!”

“Heh. Me too.” Seokmin agreed. He edited his caption before setting his phone down on the kitchen counter and turning to pour two cups of coffee. When Joshua set his own phone down, he grinned in amusement, nestling closer to Seokmin and taking his own coffee mug.

“How long until people see the post?”

“Maybe five minutes? Seungcheol-hyung is always up to date with what’s going on.” Seokmin grinned as he took a sip of his drink. “And five minutes might be generous.” Joshua hummed behind his own mug. “Oh!” Seokmin gasped, turning to Joshua in shock. “I almost forgot something! Wait here! No, wait on the couch!” Setting the coffee cup on the counter, Seokmin headed straight into his room.

He emerged a few minutes later with a little bag he had gotten from the far back of his closet, seeing Joshua was sitting on the couch with both coffee cups on the table in front of him. “I got you something for your birthday.”

Joshua’s eyes went wide. “What? You didn’t have to!”

“Of course, I did!” Seokmin sat at his side, setting the bag at Joshua’s side. “It’s nothing big. It’s part one.”

“Part one?” Joshua smirked, pulling out the sparkling white tissue paper.

“Yeah. Part two is for your actual birthday.” He said. “How else are you supposed to do birthday gifts?” Joshua laughed.

“Guess I can’t argue with that logic.” Joshua peered inside the bag and pulled out a little gift wicker basket wrapped in see-through paper with tons of different things inside. Joshua smiled a bit. “What is it?”

“Well, remember when you came over to study with nothing in your bag?” Joshua nodded. “I know you’ve gotten a few things to put in there but I wanted to get you some more stuff. An emergency kit, I guess.” He laughed nervously as Joshua began unwrapping the basket. “Is it stupid?”

“What? No!” Joshua said. “I love it! I was running low on some stuff anyway.” He pulled all of the stuff out to examine more. Most of it was simple; a few different packs of gums, winter-scented hand sanitizer, flavored lip balm, some cute flare pens - which Joshua said are a teacher’s dream pen - and a little amethyst crystal. Minghao said they ‘help with keeping someone in good health.’

Joshua pulled out a little keychain that was already open from the package. He held it close for a better look. It was a small plush Cinaroll keychain in a teacher’s outfit. “Stop, what?” He gasped in English. “It’s cute!”

“I thought of you when I was shopping at the mall.” Seokmin said. He reached behind him and pulled out his own keychain, dangling it in between them. It was of Pochacco wearing an overexaggerated Shakespeare-esque outfit. “I got this one for me. They’re part of a set.”

“So, we have matching keychains?!” Joshua looked so excited it made Seokmin laugh. “Oh, perfect!” He turned to his white bag, hooking the keychain right onto the front. “Thank you. This is so awesome!”

Seokmin watched as Joshua squeezed the little plush keychain and took a minute to just admire him in the silence. He was so many things; smart, passionate, beautiful, generous, funny, he could go on for days. All the things that made Seokmin fall head over heels in love with him in the first place. Just thinking about how in love he was - how lucky he was - made him feel like anything was possible.

“Now, I really want to kiss you again.” He admitted, eyes falling to Seokmin.

He was also so incredibly attractive, and impossible to refuse.

Seokmin didn’t even bat an eye when he practically gasped out: “Okay.” Joshua grinned, setting his gift on the coffee table so he could close the gap between them. He leaned in and immediately planted another kiss on Seokmin’s lips that made December feel like the middle of summertime.

Joshua Hong was his. For now, things felt perfect.

To Be Continued in Part 2

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kmw16 · 2 years ago

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「when you love someone more than your life」┊𓈈 cr: me ┊

Wonwoo: If someone asks me the last thing I want to do before I die, I'll say it will be with you. It will be night and we will kiss passionately in the rain to warm up between us. Our kiss will be deep and passionate, the rubbing of our clothes won't bother us because I'll be thinking about you and only you.

★𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ↳ 🎱 ༉‧₊˚✧

𓏲 𖤐 taggies :

#wonwoo #mingyu #meanie #seventeen #kpop #kpop ships #fanfic #Spotify #wonwoo x reader

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ourexolarmy · 2 years ago

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Hi can I please get a private selca ship with monsta x and seventeen? Thank you so much in advance 💞💞

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@madeofsaltiness Hey Dear!~ Thanks for sending in a request and sorry about the long wait! Hope you enjoy your results :)

Monsta X we shipped you with Joohoney~~

Seventeen we shipped you with Wonwoo~~

~Love Skyfox & Pandaa~ -we do not own gifs-

#kpop #kpop ship #kpop selca ship #private selca ship #private selca #kpop requests #monsta x #joohoney #seventeen #svt #17 #wonwoo

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misswoozi · 1 year ago

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Wonwoo and DK in those pictures look like a school couple where they’re both mega nerds but have some of the most explicit hot sex you’ve ever seen.

college boyfriends who play a lot of DnD with their friends and who make great grades and who both do a ton of extracurriculars (especially any and all things relating to photography and videography) BUT ALSO who broke Wonwoo's bed 💔

#I didn't ship this before recently but #Seventeen smut #Wonwoo smut #Dokyeom smut

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wifeyoozi · 7 months ago

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Jeon Wonwoo : zip it, strip it

w.c : 2.2 k ┊ synopsis : Wonwoo can't stand his roommate's progressively slutty online shipped clothes anymore┊ content warning : smut , friends to lovers, slight degradation (/slutshaming?) kink, unprotected sex (wrap the willy guys) , Lazada shopping , big dick wonu agenda , reader has slight size kink , oral + fingering (f rec)

a/n : mdni !! not completely beta read and still a little sloppy (the smut part) 😭

Wonwoo knows he is losing his mind. And it was solely and entirely because of you.

You, his roommate, best friend, and for quite a while now, his one-sided love.

Wonwoo wasn't exactly the most extroverted person. So the way you two became friends was only because you had once stumbled whole ten minutes late to the lecture in your first year college days once, and sat beside him for it was the only empty seat. And somehow you had engaged him in a conversation. And then somehow you had started sitting beside him everyday for the next four years. And then somehow you had just embedded yourself in his life (and heart) like that.

The reason you two decided to get one apartment together was because how much money you could save from rent and groceries with that. And it be fun. Of course it was your idea and your words. But Wonwoo was a sucker in love and he'd blindly agreed for it.

It was a little awkward at first. You always tried to keep your stuff to yourself and not make a mess of the whole house and not indulge too much in Wonwoo's personal space, knowing he was the one who loved to keep to himself.

But the initial formalities wore off eventually. It started with forgetting a half empty coffee mug on the coffee table, no coaster. And then leaving your books on the couch, promising to pick up later to never really doing it. And then mixing your clothes with Wonwoo's in the laundry basket.

But Wonwoo didn't mind any of it.

All of it was just so ... Domestic.

It almost felt like he was married to you. And as much as he tried to stop himself from indulging too much in that thought, it always creeped back up in his mind everytime you fell asleep on his shoulder after your routines sunday movie nights.

His ears grew red everytime he thought of it - you as his wife, in your little home.

And that's the whole problem. You kept making him have fantasies about things he knew he could never have. But he just couldn’t stop.

His patience had really only been tested since very recently. You had recently come across Lazada - the wondrous online shopping platform for cheap and the poor people. “Look the prices are so less, wonu-ya! For a dress that cute!” you’d exclaimed that day, bouncing as you showed him the phone with the lazada tab opened,a cute pink floral summer dress on display. “And the first order has free shipping!”

A few dresses had arrived and wonwoo saw you try out the new clothes one after the other, most of them perfectly fitting your figure. He loved seeing you smile like that, happy over getting good quality clothes at a lower price.

The real problem arose now.

The summer was getting only hotter. And Lazada was on your head like a fever. And you kept ordering increasingly more and more revealing clothes now.

Wonwoo told himself he didn't mind. You were not his something. You were not together. He shouldn’t be deciding what you wear.

But he also felt his jaw tighten everytime he saw you in a new and a more revealing dress ordered online. Saw you twirl on your toes as your little summer skirt flared, showing the sight of your safety shorts inside. Saw you wear a tight thigh-length shiny party dress when you went clubbing with your friends. Saw you sit on the couch with all of your friends in short denim shorts, riding up and up as you sat in all inappropriate positions.

He’s been trying to hold his thoughts a lot, he really is. But he has got a little bit of a limit too, and he really just wants nothing more than to put his teeth on your thighs and your neck and mark them up red and blue. You really don’t know how much power you were holding onto him.

But thats not even all of it.

Since it was summer, you had decided to roam around the house in little satin negligees. Fucking negligees.

The first time you wore it, wonwoo had to stop breathing and take hold of every muscle in his body to not get embarrassingly hard in front of you. It was so tiny, it was just like a little piece of cloth clinging on you. You had given him a little twirl show, “isn’t it so cute? I love its pink colour so much!”

Wonwoo itched to tear the pretty pink off you.

He didn’t though. Because he had a little self-restrain left in him.

He wondered if you were really as innocent as you acted or did you know the effect you had on him. He was a man after all. He swears its like you know how big a crush he has on you. You are just playing with him too much.

Thankfully you didnt wear negligees more often after that, at least when he was at home.

Right now, wonwoo is opening the door to your apartment slowly. It's quite late, he doesn't want to wake you up accidentally.

“Wonu-ya!” you call out from inside your room, “Wonu-ya, ah, great you're home! Can you come in for a bit, please? I need some help.”

Wonwoo hums, taking off his bag on the couch and going inside your room to see what you possibly needed help with and-

His breath stopped, eyes dilating, starting to feel his pants tightening a little.

You were wearing a lacy sheer negligee. Again. And it was even more provocating than last time. It was a deep purple colour, contrasting perfectly with your pretty skin tone. Your bare back was completely exposed to him, your hair pulled aside over your shoulders and the dress completely unzipped. You were looking back at him, a hand reaching back in a way that your pose wasn’t helping making it any less provocating. Your legs were slightly spread on the bed, your silky thighs on perfect view for him with your night shorts fitting you like underwear.

“Wonu-ya, can you help me zip? I can’t reach it!” you pout at him, your lips looking glossed up and puckered out and he wanted nothing more than kiss and bite them red.

No way he was misinterpreting this, no way you were not doing this on purpose.

“y/n, do you realise i am a man?” he wasn’t growling, but he was holding the urge of it.

“Hm, i know,” you say, looking at him with big not-so-innocent eyes, “but i trust you!”

So wonwoo gulps down, and sits behind you on the bed, beginning to zip your dress up. The lace hugs you tighter as he does, highlighting your delicate curves and features. You feel so small under his dark gaze, his big hands could hold the entirety of your waist. He can see your colourbones from this angle and he just wants to bite and kiss all over them so bad.

He unknowingly rests his hands on the curve of your back. His heart is beating loudly, he could feel it in his ears. You lean back into his touch like a satisfied cat.

“y/n,” his voice is angry and restrained, “what are you trying to do?”

You sigh, looking back at him, your gaze seductive from under your dark lashes, “are you really asking? Do i have to say it out for you?”

The grip on your hips tightens. “Are you sure about it?”

More and more you act up like this, more and more he feels like a lusty caveman with no coherent thoughts in his mind other than those of desire. He took a heavy breath as you twisted your your waist to look back at him, your hand snaking up to rest on his chest. He glanced down at your hand, and then involuntarily at your cleavage visible from the thing your call a dress.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Wonwoo, I have not been whoring myself out like this for you to not fuck me!”

“Mark your words,” that was the last sane thing Wonwoo would speak that night before crashing his lips with yours.

You moaned immediately, feeling his rough lips fight against your softer ones. You climbed on his lap, feeling his hardness pushing against your thighs immediately. He kisses you intensely and aggressively, his teeth grazing against your lower lip. His mind was fogging up, intoxicated by your taste. Your strawberry lip gloss was on his lips and on his tongue and your arms were tight around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair, playing and pulling it.

The more sounds you made into the kiss, the harder his bulge pressed against you. You pull away momentarily, catching your breath and panting. His glasses were fogged up.

“Shit, Wonwoo, what fucking monster are hiding in those pants,” you mumbled, looking down to his crotch and reaching to touch him, but he holds your wrist before you could.

“You did this to me, baby,” he said, pulling off his glasses, not caring to even see where he threw them, “and I'm gonna make you take care of it.”

You knew how strong Wonwoo was just by looking at his big and built body. But you didn't realise how much that would help making you wetter as he manhandled you and pinned you down on the bed. Both of his knees encaged your hips, as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off swiftly.

You chest faltered looking at his gorgeous body. It's not the first time you had seen him shirtless - y'all have had enough beach trips in your friendship for that. But this was different, you could thirst over him now, touch him and feel him up. Besides, he'd built up so much more than when you had last seen his naked torso the time y'all went to pool together.

You mumbled a fuck under your breath, your hand reaching to touch his abs. He chuckled. “Like what you see, huh?”,

Wonwoo doesn't give you a chance to answer, holds your wrist down and hold you down as he attacked your lips with his once again. You whined in his mouth, and that just made him kiss you deeper, hotter, wetter. His kisses went south to your jaw, down your neck. He nipped on the sweet skin of the crook of your neck, sucking and biting and bruising it. Marking it. Marking you.

His hands left your wrists to travel across your body, slipping under your dress and touching your warm waist. His hands are cold against your skin. You hear a tssrrt, and you look down to see Wonwoo ripping off your slip dress, and pulling it apart to expose your bare breasts to the cold air.

He tears apart from neck to look at your tits, and you feel your nipples harden under his gaze. He licks his lips vilely, before grabbing your boobs in his hands. He shoved his face in between the valley of your boobs, taking a breath full of your scent there before taking out his tongue and devouring you like a starved animal.

He looked up at you like that.

And his once so innocently handsome face looking so damn sinful right now, his eyes staring at your with deep lust. “I can't even count the number of times I've secretly oggled at these beautiful things, wanting to do all the ungodly stuff with them. Fuck, y/n.”

You moaned as he took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly as his hands reach to play with your left. Your hands snake up his hair, clutching a handful, tugging it.

You gasp when his hand suddenly slipped down your shorts and panties, touching the skin right above your cunt. “shit, wonu!”

“Fucking slut,” Wonwoo mumbled against your skin, “making me desperate for you for so long, just because you're a cockslut.”

“Only for you,” you mutter under your breath, as Wonwoo's fingers inch downwards.

Wonwoo chuckles, “say that again, baby,”

“I am only your cockslut, Wonwoo,” you said, face red with shame and lust.

Wonwoo chuckled more as he dipped his fingers between your folds at those words. You let out a loud and erotic moan, legs clenching reflexively. Wonwoo played around the sensitive skin for a while before he found the throbbing bundle of nerves which got him the reaction from you which he was waiting for.

His fingers continued to rub over your clit in circular motion, lips moving downwards to kiss and lick and nipples at the skin of your belly. He managed to make the entirety of your torso cover in his spit in absolutely no time. “Lift, babe."

He pulled your shorts and your panties off your legs in one swift motion. Your legs shyly closed instinctively, but Wonwoo spread them back apart by you knees, “oh, you're shy now?”

He didn't expect a reply, diving into the heat between your legs. He kisses your inner thighs and your outer folds and gave your clitoris a few kitten licks, making you moan like a bitch in heat. He shoved his tongue in your hole, licking up your juices like a starved child.

“Fuck, you're so damn tasty, my love,” he mumbles as he explores your cunt with his tongue. You yelp at how deep his tongue reaches inside you, tickling against your g-spot.

You pull his face away with all of your strength when you feel the tension in your lower abdomen starting to build, “fuck, wonu stop,”

He stops immediately, looking up at you with concern for second, “shit, baby, I'm sorry, did i overstep-”

“No,” you interrupt, too desperate, “no, wonu. I, uh, i am close, but I don't wanna cum like this,” you say shyly, watching the concern in Wonwoo's eyes turn into the dark lust again, “fuck, I want to cum on your cock, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo smirked. “Scared me there, baby, and all for a cock? You want my cock, yeah? I'll give you some.” Wonwoo unzipped his jeans and wriggled out of them and his boxers, freeing his red angry cock which slapped against his toned stomach.

Your mouth watered at the sight. You just didn't happen to be kidding when you called that thing a fucking monster. You reached out to touch it but he slapped your hand away. Wonwoo pumped his dick a few times, coating it with your slick on his fingers, before lining it with your hole, wasting no time.

He trusted in deep, making you let out a choked sound. You winced at the initial sting as Wonwoo waited a second in you to let you get used to his size. He pulled out slowly, leaving only his top inside, before hammering back in, making you moan again.

He did it a few times before catching a stable pace, and you felt the coil in your stomach form again already. “ahh, wonu, need you to touch me,”

“Shit, nothing is ever enough for you, is it? Always begging and whining for more,” Wonwoo said, marking his sentence with a slap on your thighs before reaching his fingers to play with your clit, flickering and fondling it between his index and middle.

He bent down to kiss you again. You grabbed his broad muscular shoulders, your nails digging in as you reached nearer to your climax. It seemed so did Wonwoo, by the way his breath hitched in your mouth.

“Fuck, princess, where do I come?” Wonwoo muttered in your mouth.

You grabbed onto him tightly, legs squealing his hips as you were just on the book, “inside me? You could do that, I have the morning-after pills.”

You feel Wonwoo hum in your mouth as he increased his pace again, chasing both your orgasms.

You reach your high first, vision whitening and body going limp at the sensation, feeling the happy harmones release in your veins. Wonwoo comes soon after - you involuntarily spasming around his dick giving just the right amount of stimuli for him to cum deep in you, his semen hot inside.

He pulled out, hissing a little, and fell on the bed beside you. You rolled over lazily by his side, dumping your arm around his chest and resting your head on his shoulder. He scoots closer, cuddling you in.

“Shit, that was so…” you didn't even have enough words to describe a sex that good.

Wonwoo chuckled a little. “I tore your new dress, sorry for that.”

“Don't worry about it,” you giggle, “Lazada has a new sale coming. I'll buy many more for you to tear in the future.”

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