#yongha fic

[slytherinshua]

VELVET AND SILK

genre. assassin au. fluff. warnings. slightly graphic dialogue. use of guns and daggers. meaningless side character death. yongha being an entire cutie. pairing. husband!yongha x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. first wei fic woohoo written for my favourite yongha obsessed soulmate @eternalgyu <3

“Take one more step and I shoot.” The threat echoed against the walls of the empty warehouse and you scrunched your eyes shut tightly, taking a breath and trying to reach the dagger you had on hand without anyone noticing. It was hard to do anything discreetly when you were being held so tightly against your target’s body, a gun barrel pressed up to your temple. You dared to open your eyes to catch another glance at what Yongha was doing.

It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but you could just make out a stealthy shadow travelling along the second floor of the warehouse; overseeing everything happening below from the railing. You were confident that even if you couldn’t get out of this yourself, Yongha wouldn’t let any other man even lay a finger on you. He was sort of possessive when he came to that. You were sure your husband was already fuming at just seeing you trapped in the arms of a man you both should have been able to have taken out by now.

You would have had the situation completely under control if your target hadn’t prepared backups. Taking down 1 man twice your size was one thing, but 3 all at once was a little more of a task for you. You were strong for a woman, sure, but men towering well above 6 feet still had an overwhelming physical advantage. That was why you didn’t even try to struggle in the hold of your captor. Staying calm and grabbing hold of your dagger was the best chance you had.

“If you have any sense of self-preservation left in you, you’ll let her go now before I blast your brains out.”

The response came twice as harsh as the original threat— right on brand for Yongha. You held back a scoff. Of course your husband would jump straight to that. Though, that was part of the reason you loved him, you supposed.

The next moments flashed by in the blink of an eye. You felt that arm around you loosen just slightly, most likely from a shiver running up the man’s spine at your husband’s chilling warning. This gave you just enough room to grab the dagger strapped to your leg and ram it into the man’s side. A gunshot fire was heard half a second later; Yongha’s excellent aim ensured the bullet seared right through the man’s skull.

You let out a relieved sigh. Even though your life might not have been in danger (you could always tell when your target would be too scared to actually pull a trigger), it was still nice to not have the scruffy arms of a man with a long history of illegal activity holding you in place. The only arms belonging to a man that you would willingly let yourself be held by were Yongha’s; and for the record, he smelled pleasantly of musk and freshly washed dress suits.

“Wanna go catch dinner? All that drama stirred up an appetite.” You heard your husband’s playful tone sound through the room as he jumped down from the banister. You smiled as you picked up your gun again and placed it back in its holster. You always found Yongha’s voice shifts from when he was threatening someone to when he was talking to you to be entertaining.

“Will you buy me a filet mignon? I’m in the mood for something fancy.” You replied back in the same playful tone he had offered.

“If you dress up nice.” He shrugged and flashed you a flirty grin.

“Deal.” 

An hour later you were dressed in a velvet black evening dress, sipping expensive tasting wine across your husband. For missions he always wore his hair tied up, but for dinner dates, he let the long dark strands down, styled only slightly. You loved how perfectly his hair framed his face, contrasting nicely with the white silk suit he had adorned instead of his usual work attire.

He was trying his best to keep a straight face, but whenever your eyes met his, he couldn’t help how his lips quivered and eventually formed a cute smile. Given how soft he was with you and his friends, you wondered how it was even possible he was good at his job— he was acting like a smitten boy in love, and not as if a man had just died at his hands an hour ago (very deservingly).

“Are you drunk already? Your face is flushed.” You took the first opportunity you could to tease him. Seeing him get all shy and smitten never got old. 

“No! The food hasn’t even gotten here, we barely started drinking.” He hushed you, his eyes darting around to the other tables of couples or groups of friends all dressed to the nines. And then with a hesitant whisper, he asked, “Are you sure we really fit in here?” 

You giggled. In terms of looks alone, no one would question you or Yongha. You had both dressed appropriately for the 5-star restaurant, and either one of you had a stare that could kill. Yongha seemed to always be a little too precautionary when out in public.

“What? You want to leave before we get our steak?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you sipped more of the dark red wine. Your husband shook his head slightly, seeming to relax a little, but still be on edge. You could barely focus on anything other than how endearingly his cheeks were flushed.

“You wanted steak, so you will get steak.” He said simply with a smile, “From my wallet.” He added as an afterthought, making both of you break out into soft laughter.

You loved to relax like this with your husband after a mission, both of you lost in the other's eyes for a couple hours as you wound down from the high stress of your job. As long as you had each other, whether it was on a mission or sitting across the dinner table, you were content with life.

↳ wei taglist: @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm

[strawberrickys]

here is my current (august 2024) stan AND bias list!! feel free to send requests about any group on here, whether its just talking about them or sending fic requests (or anything else, really !! I am on a break from writing but if you just wanna talk about them I'll answer pretty quick ❤️) this is NOT in any specific order by the way.

trendz - havit + ra.l

wei - ot6 (yongha ult)

onlyoneof - nine

bae173 - muzin, doha + formerly dohyon

kingdom / the kingdom - mujin

e'last - wonjun (I'm practically ot8 PLEASE spare me 😭)

epex - baekseung + keum (i'm not caught up with them yet, im an album or two behind)

younite - eunsang + dey

onewe - ot5 (cya/giuk ult)

xdinary heroes - gaon

tnx / the new six - hwi

treasure - haruto, yoshi, jihoon, hyunsuk + junkyu (help me)

mcnd - win (i have NOT listened to the x10 album yet)

lucy - yechan (also not caught up with them, last album I heard was childhood, but I listened to unbelievable)

disbanded / not active

victon - seungwoo + hanse

x1 - ot11?? (I biased so many of them I may as well be)

1the9 - jinsung

ciipher - keita + sungwon

hoppipolla - hyunsang (현상)

to1/too- jisu, woonggi, jerome/sungmin + jaeyun

[saturnpunch]

Memórias passadas de uma noite estrelada. - Por @Laazzy para o projeto @universecentre

Personagens: Daehyeon e Yongha (WEi)

png's por mim; créditos pelo psd.

[inspiricons]

yES YOUR PLAYLIST IS IN THE MAKING. I WILL CALL IT 'LONGING FOR Y' and yes it'll be something between changyoon and hongseok HAHAHAHAH ALSO !!! OH NO THE MOVIE !!!!! I'M SURE I WOULDN'T LIKE IT EITHER AAA I WISH WE COULD JUST BE WATCHING FUNNY KPOP VIDS TOGETHER... ALSO !!!!!! WHAT FICS. WHAT DO U WANT FICS ABOUT

THE NAME OS PERFECT DHDJDKDKD :') AH YESSS ;-; just a couple of days and we will watch funny kpop vids together!!!! ✨ And idek... I'm in need for emotional support 😔 I lost my emotional support kpop person and I have candidates... Who never make a move to be the one dnfmfmdkfnflfl

[princedoyeom-blog]

jinsung/doyeom au! 

short summary:  where in jinsung always seemed to be there for his members whenever they needed a hug, but when he needed one, there was no one there for him. except, jeon doyum.

[hoshiwhxre]

Hi! Nice to see another Rui on here ⭐ so I am a whole ass simp for Yongha and I'm wondering if you could write something with the line “We can’t do that here!” Thank you!

❥ yongha : fingers on marble.

pairing: fwb!yongha × fem!reader

type: smut, short fic

description: during a hot summer day relaxing with friends, yongha can't resist how pretty you look in that bikini he bought you - so he takes it upon himself to examine the pattern a little closer: with your hands against the marble side and his dick buried inside of you, unbeknownst to the friends outside.

warnings: exhibitionism!kink, degradat!on, unprotected!sex, cum!inside reader, clit!stim, humiliation!kink, dom!yongha

a/n: my bias my baby ofc u can😫i hope this is okay🥺this concept was hot in my head i hope i delivered-

His hips pressed intimately against your own, a single arm reaching past your frozen torso. You felt the cool air of his shallow breath passing over the nape of your neck, his lips resting close to your ear.

"I just want another drink," Yongha purred.

You watched his long fingers stretch around the body of a coke can, lingering for a few moments to bask in your adorable fluster.

"Having fun?" he breathed, "everyone else seems to be."

Glancing out of the window, you flashed your friends an unsteady smile. They couldn't see the hardened bump pushed to your ass, or Yongha's free hand beginning to lower down your side. They were ignorant to the fire burning through your core, each seductive touch making you weak at the knees.

"Y-Yongha," you croaked, "what are you doing? We can't do that here."

Curling beneath the hem of your bikini bottoms, Yongha kept his eyes on the view outside. Your friends were caught up in their own conversations, basking in the sun's golden heat. Nobody was paying attention to the happenings of the kitchen.

"They won't know," Yongha hummed, "they're not even looking at us."

"I-If they find out..." your lids fell shut, stifling a gasp as his fingers stretched beneath the thin material.

"So what if they do?" Yongha chuckled, marking soft kisses down the trail of your neck, "I can't resist you, not when you look this good. It looks so pretty on you, I just want to fuck you in it..."

You were melting, like an ice cube. His lips, his voice, his touch, they were all so intoxicating.

"Mhm, I-I don't know," the crack in your voice gave you away, and Yongha laughed.

"My pathetic little slut can barely even pretend," he paused, smirking, "do you think you'll be able to control yourself while I fuck you? Right here, right now?"

His fingertips teased the folds of your pussy, wiping through it's seeping arousal, holding off from entering just yet. You were growing dazed, judgement clouded by his addictive persuasion.

"I can try," you whispered, head rolling forward, "if you promise to cum inside."

"Oh?" suddenly dropping the can, Yongha's hand fell to your hip with a low growl, "shall I fill you up? Hm? Does my pretty pup want my cum to fill you up?"

Your palms drove into the cool marble, hips rocking against it's hard edge, desperately.

"Yes, sir," you whined.

Yongha wasted not a moment more, releasing the bikini from your pussy immediately. Cold air hit it's sensitive skin, and your thighs pressed shut, attempting to hold in the dripping pool of steaming slick.

"Wet already..." Yongha drawled, two digits finally gliding between your folds. As his pads stimulated a raw pleasure from your exposed clit, you jerked abruptly. Drawing slow circles into the depths of it's ball, you were hit with a sharp, tingling sensation like no other - and you moaned, loudly.

"No, no," Yongha hissed, "keep quiet, whore, you wouldn't want to hear us, would you?"

You sucked in a gulp of air, attempting to bear the magnificent feelings that made you want to cry out. His hand left your hip, and you sensed his shorts rustle against you, biting your lip as he freed himself quickly.

"Ready, doll?"

Shivering with anticipation, you gave an eager nod, and pushed your hips back obediently.

"Desperate slut," Yongha tutted, allowing you to feel the tip of his cock swiping through your folds, "isn't it sweet how wet I make you, hm? You really can't help yourself around me, can you?"

The head of his cock centering to your entrance, Yongha tapped once on small of your back, signalling he was about to enter. Your eyes rolled up, as his length travelled gradually, inch-by-inch, into you. Walls clenching immediately around him, you felt the detail of his veins dragging through, adjusting to his increasing size. The thrusts began slow, steady, warming you up and getting you used to this unknown, unusual situation. A part of you, deep down, remained tense with the possibility of being caught by your friends - but Yongha's deep strokes, and electric touch, soon relaxed you.

"You look so pretty, taking me cock like an obedient little pup," Yongha grunted, pressing his chest to your back, and deepening his reach within you, "I bet it makes a good show for everyone out there."

You whimpered, weakly, as his cock drove a little harder into your guts.

"They'd see how needy I am for you," you croaked, "how well you're fucking me..."

Yongha resisted the temptation to grab your jaw, to spit in your mouth and tell you to scream his name. He wanted so badly to make a mess out of you, for the others to see that you're his, he owns you.

But he couldn't. For you; not just yet.

"Keep your eyes ahead, angel," Yongha sneered, "try not to look so obvious."

Easier said than done. His thrusts picked up pace, his hips suddenly driving into you with an aggressive intensity. Your own bones were slamming against the hard, marble edge, sure to leave marks that would last for days. But you didn't mind the pain - you enjoyed it. The way his cock curled into the depths of your core, probing at unimaginable places of pleasure, was enough to make you comply to his every whim. He knew how to fuck you well, how to make you feel good - he was used to what your body needed.

"D-Don't stop," you rested your weight into your palms, "oh God, Yongha-"

You were trying so hard to control your face, to not let it show how insanely amazing it all felt.

"Oh, do you like that, baby?" Yongha groaned, "what if someone saw us? What if Daehyeon walked in...should I ask him to come join us? Would you like that, slut? Huh? Would you like it if they all stood and watched me make a pathetic fucking mess out of you? Answer me, bitch."

You stifled a scream, as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, allowing his hips to pistol at a greater speed into you.

"N-No, Yongha, oh fuck-" moans were falling from your melted lips, "j-just yours-"

Yongha's head rolled back, with a satisfied smirk.

"That's right," he tutted, "all mine."

His words made you squeeze around his cock, lids screwing shut to savour the hot moment. It was growing more difficult to contain yourself, wanting to chant his name loud enough for the Gods to hear. His cock pummelled into you ruthlessly, and his lips skimmed the nape of your neck, teasing it's oh-so-sensitive skin.

You could feel yourself being fucked into a fast-approaching orgasm, and your yearning limbs twitched beneath his searing body. He was panting against you, heavy breath indicating he was almost as close as you.

You barely had the energy to announce it, his cock driving air from your tight lungs. Knots built in your core faster than you could acknowledge, and they twisted and pulsed like tiny heart beats running through your veins. It was warm, golden, it felt too good to be true no matter how many times he'd made you cum in past. The way it consumed your entire being, your soul, your mind, it spilled through your contracting muscles like an ocean of pure, uncensored euphoria.

You almost collapsed against the side with it's power, eyes stretching behind your head uncontrollably. Yet, Yongha continued, thrusts chasing his own orgasm feverishly. Just as you had tightened around him, Yongha's cock throbbed between your walls - a sign he was soon reaching the highest point. He pushed out a gravely groan, as his hips began to falter, the strong pleasure obviously taking over his body.

"F-Fuck-" Yongha hissed, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips slammed his cock still deep inside your guts. Your lips twitched, feeling strings of warm cum spill heavily into your sore pussy. For a moment, the both of you remained there, basking in heated, sweaty satisfaction, before Yongha breathlessly pulled out. He reached down, and gently tugged your bikini back to your hips, just as his thick cum began to seep out.

"When you go back out," he murmured in your ear, "try not to let them see the cum stains on your thighs...it's everywhere, princess."

[ddaehyeon]

send me a constellation and a member!

i compiled all my favorite prompts inclined to soulmate aus to create this list. they are all from this list. you can check it out for a full listing. though i’m limiting the request to the ones mentioned here only. 

to request, send me one constellation and a member. you can also imply the genre if you want and some other details you want to be included! i’m only writing a constellation once. 

REQUEST CLOSED! ALL PROMPTS ARE TAKEN.

— -  ✧ 

to write.

aquarius - every night you receive a message about a random sentence your  soulmate has said that day. [req. ham wonjin]

aries - there's a timer for when you shall first meet. [req. ham wonjin]

cancer - every time your soulmate lies, their words are written on you. [req. koo jungmo]

capricornus - get the same injuries as your soulmate does. [req. ahn seongmin]

cassiopeia - songs sung by your soulmate is stuck in your head. [req. heo chan]

charmaeleion - the only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye. [req. park serim]

delphinus - if you’re having a good/bad day, your soulmate will have the same amount of good/bad day. [req. han seungwoo]

equuleus - everyone has life points/years left in their life, and people can give their soulmates their own life points/years if they’re lacking. [req. lim sejun]  * ✍🏻 soon!

formax - whenever you lose an item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmates’ possession somehow. [req. lee hangyul] * ✍🏻 soon!

gemini -  written on you is a badly worded description of how you’ll meet your soulmate (ex. reality: meet in coffee shop spill drink- - > description: “you’ll meet in a place of high energy and it’ll be hot”) [req. jung subin]

hercules - everybody has some type of tablet thing that’s a shared space you and your soulmate can draw on. [req: jeon minwook]

leo - flowers bloom on you where your soulmate is injured. [req. song hyeongjun]

libra - write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well. [req. kim hyunwoo]

lynx - before you die, you get to send one last message to your soulmate. [req. kang minhee]

pegasus - at the corner of your eye, you can see a blurry vision of whatever your soulmate is doing. [req. kim yohan]

perseus - once you meet your soulmate you’re literally stuck to each other for the rest of the day. [req. kim junseo]

phoenix - temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away. [req. song hyeongjun]

pisces - if you send off a paper airplane, it shall reach (or move in the direction of) your soulmate. [req. yoo yongha]

pyxis - throwing something you love on the full moon will land on your soul mate. [req. na gyumin]

sagittarius - you know the last words your soulmate will ever say to you. [req. allen ma]

scorpius - there’s an object that changes colour depending on what mood your soulmate is in. [req. ahn seongmin]

taurus - you can sense when your soulmate is in distress. [req. jung subin]

tucana - you get a notification whenever your soulmate is asleep or awake. [req. kim yohan]

ursa major - you have the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see. [req. han seungwoo]

ursa minor - will be drawn to their soulmate and meet them whenever they're in distress. [personal. jang daehyeon]

— -  ✧ 

done.

andromeda - written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking. [req. allen ma; read here]

hydra - people have a tendency to experience whatever emotions their soulmate have pent up inside them. [req. kang seungsik; read here]

ophiuchus - you have this limited stack of sticky notes. write whatever you want on it, and that note would magically appear somewhere in your soulmate’s line of sight during that day.  [req. jung subin; read here]

orion - it is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate. [req. kim junseo; read here]

virgo - your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while. [req. kang minhee; read here]

— -  ✧

i forgot to add gemini in the first listing HAHAHAH added it now. thanks, anon

♡ depending on the details provided, your request will become a short drabble or a full length fic. (´｡･v･｡｀)

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↝ Victon || Sejun

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↝ NCT || Taeyong || Taeil || Johnny || Yuta || Kun || Doyoung || Ten || Jaehyun || Winwin || Jungwoo || Lucas || Mark || Xiaojun || Hendery || Renjun || Jeno || Haechan || Jaemin || Yangyang || Shotaro || Chenle (daegal) || Jisung

↝ SVT || S.coups || Joshua || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi || DK || Mingyu || Minghao || Vernon || Dino

↝ Ateez || [sideblog]

↝ TXT || [sideblog]

↝ Enhypen [sideblog]

↝ Wei [sideblog]

↝ The Boyz || Juyeon || Hwall || [sideblog]

↝ EXO || Xiumin || Baekhyun || Chanyeol || D.O. || Kai 

↝ Pentagon || Hongseok || Yanan || Kino || Wooseok

↝ Victon || Seungwoo || Sejun || Heochan || Hanse || Byungchan || Subin

↝ ASTRO || Jinjin || MJ || Eunwoo || Moonbin || Rocky || Sanha

↝ SHINee || Key || Minho || Taemin

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↝ Aespa || Karina || Giselle || Winter || Ningning

↝ STAYC || Seeun || Yoon

↝ IVE || Wonyoung

↝ Twice || Nayeon || Jeongyeon || Jihyo || Momo || Sana || Mina || Chaeyoung || Tzuyu

↝ Blackpink || Jisoo || Jennie || Rose || Lisa

↝ Red Velvet || Irene || Seulgi || Joy || Yeri

↝ G-Idle || Soojin

↝ Everglow || Loona || gp999 || GOT 

↝ Chungha || Sunmi || Somi || Taeyeon || IU || WJSN || Xiaoting

[spacequokka]

Name: Alaina, CertainUncertainty, Certy

Main Blog: Here

I’ve been writing stories since middle school, some of them can be found on fanfiction.net. I have a degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. I got into K-pop back in 2015 with BigBang during the MADE era. My first bias was G-Dragon.

1] Do you have a masterlist?

Yes. There’s also a mobile-friendly link in the description.

2] Do you take requests?

Yes. I write for:

A.C.E [bias: wow, wreckers: everyone else]

ATEEZ [bias: seonghwa (ult for 2024), wreckers: *weeps softly*]

BTS [bias: jungkook (ult for 2022), wreckers: jimin, tae, yoongi]

ENHYPEN [bias: jay, wreckers: sunoo, ni-ki]

EXO [bias: baekhyun, wreckers: kai, xiumin, chanyeol, lay]

GOT7 [bias: all, i’ll die for them, bias7, stan7]

Infinite [bias: sunggyu, wrecker: sungjong]

Monsta X [bias: rapline, wreckers: shownu, wonho, kihyun]

NU'EST [bias: ren, wreckers: *stressed out cackle*]

Seventeen [bias: Jeonghan, wreckers: Wonwoo, Mingyu, Jun, Woozi]

SHINee [bias: taemin; wreckers: key, onew]

Stray Kids [bias: han, wreckers: all of them, even han]

Victon [bias: hanse, wreckers: seungwoo, sejun]

Winner [bias: hoony, wreckers: yes.]

WEi [bias: donghan, wreckers: Seokhwa, Yongha]

MISC: G-Dragon, T.O.P, Yongguk, Dean, Minhee, DPR Ian, DPR Live, Jay Park, Loco, Crush, Jooyoung, G.Soul, Zelo, B.I, Jinhwan, Huta, Lim Jimin, Yoo Taeyang, Romin, Xion, Ten, Junji, U-Kwon, Geonu, Lisa, Hwasa

3] Why don’t you write for other groups?

I can count the number of girl groups I listen to on one hand, so I never get inspired to write for them. NCT is hard to keep up with (love their music tho) but I’m still trying. You’re welcome to send me music from groups you love. That’s how I found Cravity’s Minhee and WEi’s Donghan.

4] What do you write?

I write romance drabbles, one-shots, and fics. (Most of my ideas are multi-part.) I can write fluff, angst, and smut. I occasionally write suspense/thriller, but only when it tickles my fancy. Every blue moon I get the urge to write something dark and depressing.

On the subject of smut, I’m open to most things, so don’t be afraid to ask. The worst I can do is say no. I do enjoy writing the basics along with threesomes/moresomes, impreg, and BDSM.

5] What’s off limits?

Murder, rape, abuse, and anything regarding children that isn’t simply loving them and appreciating their existence. Because of my inexperience, I will not write trans characters.

6] What AUs do you suggest?

[Fantasy:] Vampire, Wolf/Shifter, Hybrid, Soulmates, Angel/Demon, Yokai, Cyborg/Robot, Alice in Wonderland

[Real:] Mafia, Gang, Royalty, Idol, Roommate, CEO, Office, Parent

[School:] College

|| This is just a starter list. Don’t hesitate to ask for others! ||

[seokmattchuus]

thank you for the reblog and those kind comments 😭😭 there is indeed a drought if wei fics and because I don't get the response through reblogs and feedbacks and what not it really discourages me and I was seriously thinking of deleting that little yongha piece because there's no interaction or anything 😭😭

Don't thank me, you deserve it!! I'm so glad you kept it up 💙💙 It was recommended while I was scrolling and honestly, it's the cutest thing ever and I'll probably be thinking about it for the rest of the night. I know the feeling of not getting the responses / comments you'd like but it was really good, please don't think otherwise 💙💙

[slytherinshua]

　　　wei masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　daehyeon

nothing yet . . .

　　　　donghan

nothing yet . . .

　　　　yongha

velvet and silk

genre: assassin au. fluff. | wc: 1k.

　　　　yohan

nothing yet . . .

　　　　seokhwa

nothing yet . . .

　　　　junseo

nothing yet . . .

[0ssianic]

i watched Down the Rabbit Hole’s new video on Deep Blue and now i want to write a hikaru no go fic about yongha playing against an ai ahhhh

[mariestherapeutics]

Crescendo ft. Junmyeon: Part 1. Crescendo’s finally here everyone! :D Also the first person to correctly tell me the reference I made of the Reader’s last name will receive a personal fic (like in Project Follower). If no one gets it then haha I guess I’m off the hook. ^^’ -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(♫) I think there's a flaw in my code, these voices won't leave me alone. Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold.

FOURTEEN YEARS AGO... AGE SIX

"You can do this, Myeonnie, just pretend that it's practice." Kim Seoyeon, the professional cello artist, adjusted her son's tie for the fifth time as he fidgeted anxiously for his name to be called. "You've played this piece many times before, remember." She reassured him, smiling a bit.

Her son, Kim Junmyeon, though exceptionally talented in what he does, took after his father, Kim Yongha, in that he is a professional pianist. He was taught how to read music from a young age and inevitably became a prodigy by the time he was five.

May 21st, his sixth birthday, was the first night he'd have to play live in front of such a grandiose audience, and Kim Seoyeon wanted to make sure everything was perfect for her son's great debut in the classical industry.

"What if I mess up?" Junmyeon asked her, his small hands trembling slightly underneath his long sleeves. "Will they laugh at me?"

"Maybe," His dad told him honestly. Junmyeon stared at him with wide nervous eyes. "So you'd better not mess up." He winked, and Junmyeon managed a little smile.

The three of them stood apprehensively backstage, waiting for the signal to go on. Junmyeon quietly thought to himself that if he didn't play any wrong keys that night, he'd make his mom and dad buy a whole tub of icecream just for himself.

"There's our cue-- let's go, let's go!" Junmyeon had to remind himself to walk, but he nearly ran anyways when he saw the masses of people filling the seats of the auditorium.

"Please welcome the Kim family, who has been gracing our lives with magic since 1976." Junmyeon made a move for the piano at the center of the stage, but his father placed a firm hand on his shoulder and stopped him. This action sent a chuckle through the crowd, and Junmyeon felt his face grow hot. "Ah, this is your new edition, Kim Junmyeon, right?" The announcer asked, bowing in greeting to him. Junmyeon returned the bow, earning a unanimous "aw" from his viewers. "Please give us a good performance today, the Kim family!"

When Yongha released Junmyeon's shoulder, he walked briskly to his piano and took a tentative seat. Junmyeon kept his eyes off of the crowd, like his mom and dad suggested, and found that it comforted him immensly. He watched his mom take a seat on the other side of his instrument, placing her giant cello between her legs and smiling at him. Once he saw his dad sit at his own piano, Junmyeon knew it was time to begin.

He pulled his sleeves up, rested his hands over the black and white keys, and produced the first notes of the song. When the introductory verse was over, Junmyeon waited for his mother's cello to join him, but it never came.

The next few things happened very fast. First, Junmyeon glanced over his piano at his mom, wondering why she was taking so long to play it, when he noticed she was clutching her chest and breathing heavily. Next, his dad stood up from his piano, and the crowd gasped as his mom fell off her chair, her medium colliding loudly on the stage.

"Mrs. Kim!!" Junmyeon's hands accidentally slammed downwards as he stood up, too, trying to get a better look at the scene, resulting in an unpleasant din. At that exact moment, Junmyeon witnessed his mom give a violent shudder, making his heart beat erratically and his breathing shallower.

Had he done that?

"Mom!" He bellowed over the clamor. He saw people in white garments enter the stage and surround her, picking her up onto a rolling bed and bringing her away. Junmyeon was moving to follow, but his dad was suddenly at his side, holding him back. "But, Mom--!" He cried desperately, pointing at her for his dad to see.

"Your mother will be fine, Junmyeon, she's going to be okay." At six years old, Junmyeon's only understanding of the situation was that, when he played the piano, his mother was hurt. As he gandered at the massive string instrument he was so eager to utilize, a shot of fear traveled down his spine for the first time in his short life. He whimpered, stumbling away from it and hugged his dad's midsection.

"I want to go home." He sobbed, tiny hands fisting in his father's tux.

That night, May 21st, 1997, was the last time Junmyeon layed his hands on a piano.

PRESENT DAY... AGE TWENTY

Park's Private Institute of Music has never been an easy college to enter, but Junmyeon managed to pass the entrance exam with flying colors because of his family and history. He didn't even need to show proof that he can play an instrument, not that he wanted to. The only one he ever learned to play was the piano, which would prove troublesome if he were asked to play it.

After the incident on his sixth birthday, Junmyeon believed he hurt his mother by playing the piano, and would cry on the spot if he even looked at one afterwards. Of course, as he grew older and realized how silly that mindset was, he wasn't as trigger-prone to bawling.

Something about that time really scarred him, though, because Junmyeon found that, on his tenth birthday, even though he could look at his piano, he couldn't play it or hear one be played, either.

I'm pathetic, he became accustomed to telling himself when he turned fourteen. He, Junmyeon, who was once his parent's pride and joy, now felt as if he were burden and a disappointment, though they assured him he was quite the opposite whenever they could.

"Your talents aren't limited to the piano, son." His dad, Kim Yongha, had told him at fifteen. "Though we had hoped you'd carry on the family business, you can do whatever you want."

Junmyeon was convinced that his parents were just saying nice words to him, but were secretly trying to guilt him into continuing the family business anyways. After falling for his own assumptions at eighteen, he decided to do it. He applied to Park's Private Institute of Music, much to his parent's approval, and assured them that he'd thrive there.

Yet, on the first day in class, Junmyeon found himself shoving his earphones in just before a classmate plays the piano. His heart hammers in his chest, the experience of being so near a panic attack making his blood hot and his stomach churn uncomfortably.

If he broke down in front of everyone, how would he show his face in public ever again?

Once he saw the student was a safe distance away from the massive string instrument, he tentatively pulled out his earbuds and tried his best to look calm through the rest of the lesson, where other skilled musicians took turns playing their instrument of choice.

Many people played the violin and the clarinet, with a few outcasts who performed the sax or the trumpet, and finally, a pretty girl sauntered to the cello display. Junmyeon watches her with interest, surprised that she went for the cello; he was affectionately reminded of his mother, who lives as a professional cello player.

The girl, who introduces herself as Rifi _____, sets the instrument between her legs, and plays. He, Junmyeon, immediately recognizes the song as his one of his parents', one he learned before his sixth birthday. The interlude ends, and he half expects to hear his father's solo begin, but the cello continues to play the piano's part in the absence of it.

It sounds strange to him, wrong even, and Junmyeon wants to march up there to play it right, but he knows that'd be idiotic of him. It's not his performance, and he wouldn't even be able to press two keys on the piano without freaking out. He settles on ramming his earbuds in again, spacing out until the song is over.

"Now that you all know who's good at what, I want you all to choose a partner whose instrument compliments your own. Your first assignment is to perform a duet." The professor instructs. Many of the students give Junmyeon a sideways glance, knowing that he was the only person who hadn't played something, but he pretended he didn't see them.

For the time being, he was excused of any instrument playing, he thought, but if his first homework assignment is to perform, how will he pass any of his classes? Maybe I can learn something easy, like the triangle, he tells himself fleetingly, but the concept slips away when the girl from before, who played the cello, approaches him.

"Hi," She greets, and Junmyeon pulls out his earphones.

"Hey," He replies, taken aback by the social interaction.

"Would you like to be my partner?" She inquires, tilting her head with the smallest of smiles. Up close, Junmyeon notices, she's even prettier.

"Um, sorry," He mutters disappointingly. It sucks that he has to turn her down. "I don't play anything."

"Well, you must play something if you're in this school." She insists, taking the empty seat in front of him. It's a music course, so there are no desks, just chairs. "Maybe, the piano?" She questions.

Junmyeon tells himself her guess is a mere coincidence to calm his suddenly racing heartbeat. That night on May 21st, 1997, never aired because of what happened. His parents didn't want news of his mother's sudden health issues spreading around, so the world was never introduced to Junmyeon. They went on fewer concerts after that, and no one knew a thing, save for the mass who attended it all those years ago.

Trying to look casual, he says, "Really, I don't play anything."

"You're Kim Junmyeon, am I wrong?" The question catches him off guard, and when he stays silent, the girl's smile widens in a polite manner. "I'm Rifi _____. I noticed your earbuds in while I was playing, so I'm not sure if you caught it."

A surge of guilt filled him, but he remained cool on the surface. "I heard." He reassures, and you nod in grateful realization.

"Great, then, would you?" Junmyeon knows you're asking about you being partners, but he has the temptation to act dumb about it. Before he can have any reaction, though, you add, "I promise you won't regret it afterwards.~"

And that makes Junmyeon pause. How could you possibly know what he'd feel, especially in the future? Not even Junmyeon knows how his emotions will work most of the time, yet... something about the way you're smiling at him, or maybe the way you asked so nicely, made him consider it.

Maybe he really could learn to play the triangle, at least that way, no one would be disappointed.

"If you'll have me." He says finally, returning your patience with a shy grin.

"Thank you!" You exclaim, standing up joyfully. "Let's get practicing as soon as we can, shall we? I'm free tomorrow morning, if you're up to it." Junmyeon realizes that he willingly partnered up with an early riser, and wonders if this will really work out the way you promised it would.

"Where at?" He asks, trying to stay positive. At least someone even noticed him, wanted to be his partner, and was enthusiastic about it.

"I'd prefer it if we used one of the school's playing rooms, but I'm up for anywhere you can go." You say, once again surprising Junmyeon with your friendliness.

"The playing rooms are fine..." He finds himself muttering, even though he has no idea where they're at. "Um..." You seem to know exactly what he's thinking, because you ask,

"Which complex do you live in? I can pick you up at the entrance around 8:30 AM." You swiftly pull out a planner, which Junmyeon stares at as if it were an aberrant. He's never been loyal enough to use one himself.

"I live in building A." He says, but instantly regrets it. Building A is for the wealthy students who can afford their own condo (which took up the entire floor). Admitting his economic status is tantamount to admitting his ability to play an instrument here.

But you either ignore this fact or are oblivious to it, because you smile cutely as you scribble down the letter in your booklet, then you close it and set it back in your bag. "I'll see you, then." You wave, sliding your backpack over one shoulder and departing.

Junmyeon sits there for a while, placing his earphones back in. He's fully aware that his professor is staring at him, wondering what he's still doing there, but he ignores the eyes and closes his own.

Maybe he shouldn't have accepted your request to partner up. Learning a new instrument, even the triangle, before the month was over was absurd. He'd either have to play the piano for you or back out. He couldn't live with himself if he just let it drag on.

Tomorrow, Junmyeon promises himself, finally getting up with his bag as some students from the professor's next class file in. Tomorrow I'll tell her it won't work out.

(Continued in Part 2... Crescendo)

[slytherinshua]

SLYTHERINSHUA'S 2024 TUMBLR REVIEW

(except it's me and i'm a bit unhinged w the stats)

TOP 5 FICS

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anton boyfriend headcanons (1611 notes)

you, me, and bulbasaur (1266 notes)

texts with boyfriend jaehyun (1248 notes)

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LONGEST FIC

burnt promises, second chances (14521 words)

SHORTEST FIC

handholding with tws (200 words)

TOP 5 FAV FICS

burnt promises, second chances (seventeen - wonwoo), this beast of a fic was just a labour of love tbh and it will always be one of my favs even though i could probably write it better now. it was honestly just a milestone in my writing career and i still love it !!

love explosion (&team ot9), i just thought this fic was super cute and it was fun to write, it's probably a bit of recency bias too but who cares!!

i wish you could hear my lullaby (nu'est - minhyun), a sad sad fic but i thought i portrayed the emotions well and honestly i just love minhyun

the night where it ended (zerobaseone - hanbin), part of a series of fics that prob defined slytherinshua 2024, but this one is my fav of the 3 in the series. the saddest part but i absolutely love how i wrote that death scene.

113 l seungjun (onf - seungjun), gotta be at least one onf fic on this list !! honestly this pick is more about the vibes than anything else. i always wanted to write a beautiful beautiful au and i'm so glad i did and did it for seungjun. i would definitely love to write more onf lore fics in the future :)

CROSSOVER FICS

pepperup potion (hogwarts crossover)

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FICS WRITTEN FOR MOOTS

kiss and makeup (sejun) written for @sunoo-bby

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imperfect weddings (seo yul) written for @candewlsy

snack break (hyojin), sleep is the best medicine (seungkwan), hyojin headcanons (hyojin) written for @wheeboo

golden retriever (mingyu) written for @mangocustard16

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dk soft thought (dk) written for @planetkiimchi

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NEW GROUPS I WROTE FOR - 12

2024 MILESTONES

reaching 2000 followers & 3000 followers!! joining more networks, meeting new amazing mutuals, writing for so many groups, hosting multiple events and many more <3

GOALS FOR 2025

reach 5000 followers!! write another long fic (10k+) or multiple!! write for wayv, cix, and day6 (plus other new groups i decide to stan in 2025!!), grow the &team writing community on tumblr, and of course get more ppl to stan onf <3

FAV BLOGS THIS YEAR

@wheeboo @blossom-hwa @raevyng @nicholasluvbot @lxvemaze

@blue-jisungs @fae-renjun @hursheys

FAV FICS I'VE READ THIS YEAR

you know i love you by @lxvemaze

partly moon, partly sun by @blossom-hwa

attractive attention by @hursheys

promise, love burning brighter than a fire, tattoo by @blue-jisungs

every time we touch by @nicholasluvbot

tell me that you love me, hi (i love you), rain or shine by @wheeboo

weather the storm by @planetkiimchi

first to know you, first to love you by @gluion

petrichor by @welcometomyoasis

if it's all i do: my heart beats true, one day robots will cry by @lxveille

tattooed heart by @juyeoniemyhoney

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WORDS TO MUTUALS

to defining moots of 2024, my best friends in the whole world, who i wake up excited to talk to every day

@eternalgyu my soulmate forever and ever, i will never stop loving our conversations, the groups we stan together, the fic ideas, the calls, the games, and everything in between. my life is infinitely better because of you and i would have never even started on tumblr without your push for it <33 you are really the reason behind this whole blog and me pursuing writing more seriously as a hobby so i am always forever grateful to you hannie :(( i love you 🥹

@hursheys we fight every day but it still brings a smile to my face regardless. i said i wouldn't be sappy but here i am deal w it 👹 i loved introducing you to all the groups this year, it was genuinely some of my favourite memories this year. i've really wanted a christian friend who i could be close with which is something i've never had because of constant moves. and it's so nice to have met someone who actually gets me, who is so similar to me in almost every way, who i can annoy every single day and tell to kys 🙂‍↕️

@blue-jisungs my baby!!!! we always have each others backs whether it is sharing fic ideas or writing fics for each other, talking about wishies and tws babies and bonedo <33 i just love how close we've become in 2024 and now we talk like every single day it's truly become routine by now 🥹🥹 and i wouldn't have it any other way. you always make my day better when you text <3 my kyo forever and ever!! i'll always be your soul hehe :D

to all my other moots (i cannot tag you all cause tumblr will not let me post ksdksd), thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for being my friends, talking to me, loving my blog and my fics. whether we met in a net, or through each others fics, or just randomly i appreciate and love every single one of you. you all make my life so much fun and enjoyable. tumblr really has become my happiness and i'm so glad i can share it with all of you <33

and lastly, to all of my followers, the one's who have gotten me to 3000 on this blog. i love you so much. all the anons who have come talked to me. all the people who have requested fics, participated in events, read my fics, liked my fics, commented on my fics, reblogged my fics, thank you all so much. you've made 2024 such a memorable year for me and this blog!! truly the best year this blog has seen i truly believe. i hope i've given someone the same amount of happiness and enjoyment that everyone on tumblr has given me. i love you all <3 cheers to 2025 being even better!!

[gyustarrr]

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VELVET AND SILK

genre. assassin au. fluff. warnings. slightly graphic dialogue. use of guns and daggers. meaningless side character death. yongha being an entire cutie. pairing. husband!yongha x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. first wei fic woohoo written for my favourite yongha obsessed soulmate @eternalgyu <3

“Take one more step and I shoot.” The threat echoed against the walls of the empty warehouse and you scrunched your eyes shut tightly, taking a breath and trying to reach the dagger you had on hand without anyone noticing. It was hard to do anything discreetly when you were being held so tightly against your target’s body, a gun barrel pressed up to your temple. You dared to open your eyes to catch another glance at what Yongha was doing.

It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but you could just make out a stealthy shadow travelling along the second floor of the warehouse; overseeing everything happening below from the railing. You were confident that even if you couldn’t get out of this yourself, Yongha wouldn’t let any other man even lay a finger on you. He was sort of possessive when he came to that. You were sure your husband was already fuming at just seeing you trapped in the arms of a man you both should have been able to have taken out by now.

You would have had the situation completely under control if your target hadn’t prepared backups. Taking down 1 man twice your size was one thing, but 3 all at once was a little more of a task for you. You were strong for a woman, sure, but men towering well above 6 feet still had an overwhelming physical advantage. That was why you didn’t even try to struggle in the hold of your captor. Staying calm and grabbing hold of your dagger was the best chance you had.

“If you have any sense of self-preservation left in you, you’ll let her go now before I blast your brains out.”

The response came twice as harsh as the original threat— right on brand for Yongha. You held back a scoff. Of course your husband would jump straight to that. Though, that was part of the reason you loved him, you supposed.

The next moments flashed by in the blink of an eye. You felt that arm around you loosen just slightly, most likely from a shiver running up the man’s spine at your husband’s chilling warning. This gave you just enough room to grab the dagger strapped to your leg and ram it into the man’s side. A gunshot fire was heard half a second later; Yongha’s excellent aim ensured the bullet seared right through the man’s skull.

You let out a relieved sigh. Even though your life might not have been in danger (you could always tell when your target would be too scared to actually pull a trigger), it was still nice to not have the scruffy arms of a man with a long history of illegal activity holding you in place. The only arms belonging to a man that you would willingly let yourself be held by were Yongha’s; and for the record, he smelled pleasantly of musk and freshly washed dress suits.

“Wanna go catch dinner? All that drama stirred up an appetite.” You heard your husband’s playful tone sound through the room as he jumped down from the banister. You smiled as you picked up your gun again and placed it back in its holster. You always found Yongha’s voice shifts from when he was threatening someone to when he was talking to you to be entertaining.

“Will you buy me a filet mignon? I’m in the mood for something fancy.” You replied back in the same playful tone he had offered.

“If you dress up nice.” He shrugged and flashed you a flirty grin.

“Deal.” 

An hour later you were dressed in a velvet black evening dress, sipping expensive tasting wine across your husband. For missions he always wore his hair tied up, but for dinner dates, he let the long dark strands down, styled only slightly. You loved how perfectly his hair framed his face, contrasting nicely with the white silk suit he had adorned instead of his usual work attire.

He was trying his best to keep a straight face, but whenever your eyes met his, he couldn’t help how his lips quivered and eventually formed a cute smile. Given how soft he was with you and his friends, you wondered how it was even possible he was good at his job— he was acting like a smitten boy in love, and not as if a man had just died at his hands an hour ago (very deservingly).

“Are you drunk already? Your face is flushed.” You took the first opportunity you could to tease him. Seeing him get all shy and smitten never got old. 

“No! The food hasn’t even gotten here, we barely started drinking.” He hushed you, his eyes darting around to the other tables of couples or groups of friends all dressed to the nines. And then with a hesitant whisper, he asked, “Are you sure we really fit in here?” 

You giggled. In terms of looks alone, no one would question you or Yongha. You had both dressed appropriately for the 5-star restaurant, and either one of you had a stare that could kill. Yongha seemed to always be a little too precautionary when out in public.

“What? You want to leave before we get our steak?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you sipped more of the dark red wine. Your husband shook his head slightly, seeming to relax a little, but still be on edge. You could barely focus on anything other than how endearingly his cheeks were flushed.

“You wanted steak, so you will get steak.” He said simply with a smile, “From my wallet.” He added as an afterthought, making both of you break out into soft laughter.

You loved to relax like this with your husband after a mission, both of you lost in the other's eyes for a couple hours as you wound down from the high stress of your job. As long as you had each other, whether it was on a mission or sitting across the dinner table, you were content with life.

↳ wei taglist: @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm