yiichan

[yiichan]

don’t bring geto into this i cannot handle another heartbreak 😭 should have known you are a jjk fan 🙄🙄🙄

😩stop rolling your eyes at me i live for geto i simp for that man… but i meant high school version,, not cult leader geto heh, at least jeonghan doesn’t monkey people

[yiichan]

i just wanted to say that, as a male reader, i really appreciate you and your stories !! keep up the great work <3

awwww thank you i love x male reader stories too!!!!!!!!!!!!! although im a female but still...

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULT

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — just twelve days ago i'm still a blog with almost 0 interactions and less than 100 followers, and now it's going to reach 200 and people are interacting with me? please you guys are making me cry- so here is my present for you. just a drabble on how i think geto- i mean, jeonghan's thoughts on 'you', as a cult leader.

speical mention — @sousydive

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It fascinated Jeonghan how influential you were among his followers, how easily you captivated them without even trying. He had spent years building this web of loyalty and trust, spinning every word, every glance with precision. Yet you walked into his carefully constructed world and, without effort, turned it on its head.

It began with Wonwoo, the toughest nut to crack. Jeonghan had worked tirelessly to earn his trust, planting seeds of doubt and faith where needed, coaxing the stoic man into his fold. But then you arrived—childhood friends, you called yourselves—and everything shifted. Wonwoo softened in your presence, smiled more, and for the first time, seemed to prioritize someone other than Seungcheol.

Then there was Jihoon. Jeonghan had spent endless hours breaking down his defenses, dismantling the rigid beliefs that had shielded him. Jihoon was sweet but unyielding, a fortress Jeonghan had painstakingly breached. And yet, with you, it had taken mere moments. A conversation, a laugh, and Jihoon was yours.

Minghao was no different. Jeonghan had thought the perceptive man would see through you, would remain immune. But even Minghao wasn’t spared. Jeonghan saw the way Minghao’s sharp eyes softened when they landed on you, the way his body leaned ever so slightly in your direction whenever you spoke.

It infuriated Jeonghan.

And yet, it enthralled him.

What was your secret? How did you manage to do what had taken him years? You weren’t calculating, weren’t manipulative. You didn’t need to be. Your charm was effortless, natural. It made Jeonghan question himself, his methods, everything he had built.

It made him envy you.

But more than envy, Jeonghan found himself drawn to you. He told himself it was curiosity, a desire to uncover your secrets and make you his. But it was more than that. He wanted to understand you, to unravel you, to possess you.

You were dangerous, and that thrilled him.

For the first time, Jeonghan felt outsmarted, outshined. It sent a cold rush of fear through him, but alongside it, a darker thrill. He wondered—how would it feel to have you under his control? To see those captivating eyes look at him with reverence? To have you hang on his every word, obey his every command?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a strange mix of dread and desire.

What would it take, he wondered, to make you worship him? To see you kneel before him, not out of love but devotion, the way his followers did?

The idea sent goosebumps rippling across his skin.

Jeonghan smiled to himself, a slow, serpentine grin.

Perhaps you were a challenge. But every challenge could be overcome. And when he did, oh, how sweet it would be.

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[yiichan]

i looooooove your lost fourteen series!! keep it up please !

Yes my dear anon! I’ll try to update hoshi and wonus chapter after the current requests are published!

[yiichan]

hi babes, may i ask if we can request part 2 for your stories? if so, pls plsss do a part 2 for the hoshi x actor reader bc he's so fhhsvshssvnsh i love himmm so much

☝🏼🤓 according to my calculations…

No promises but I’ll try? I mean, I have no inspo for what happens next too, idk what hoshi is going to do to reader… I’ll just pray he’s not going too unhinged…

Btw you’ll never believe me if I told you some of the requests are in the same world as chan in effortlessly lol

[yiichan]

Jun and cats, omg 😭 You rock harder than a hurricane!

It's a req! I'm just writing the req out heh

[yiichan]

There are tons of requests for yandere chan, which kinda suprised me (in a positive way). But I can see the vision, out of all members he's the one that suits yadere role the most (i mean in fiction ofc). Weird that no one asked for yjh story yet

IKR???? I MEAN HANNIE IS LIKE A LOKI-

But for Chan's yandere stories im already quite tame, but yandere jeonghan?? please break my ankles and manipulate me and lock me in your basement-

ofc if its in real life ill be screaming for my life and clawing his eyes out but SHEESH YANDERE JEONGHAN IS LIKE me watching psycho jun-

[yiichan]

now when you are cooking you better not leave us on ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER I SWEAR TO GOD 👹👹👹

i'm going to hold your hand when i say this...

[yiichan]

Can't wait to see what your cooking please take your time

hallelujah im dying on a lucifer's waterfall monthly subscription and i finally finished the drafts but i need to refine it so hold on a little while f'me

[yiichan]

who says he does not have

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULTS

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x cultmembers!svt x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, non-con/dub con elements, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — my holidays has arrived and i'm working on the requests. here's something for you to enjoy in the meantime! i have always been curious about this kind of genre (i've read an ateez fanfiction on ao3 which is similar, that work is a masterpiece although i haven't read that for sometime and forgot the title) and i've never really came across a svt fanfic about this. let me know what you think? P.S. This drabble may have more parts? I might turn this into an official work! most likely it would be x male reader!

speical mention — @sousydive

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IT was an ordinary day when you received a mysterious invitation from your childhood best friend, Wonwoo. The two of you hadn’t seen each other since he moved away from town, and you were curious about how he was doing. You opened the envelope and began to read, your eyebrows climbing higher into your fringe with every word.

It seemed Wonwoo had invited you to some kind of event in a remote countryside village. Flipping the invitation over, you searched for more clues, but aside from a childish doodle scribbled in one corner, there was nothing else.

Curiosity got the better of you. What had happened to Wonwoo? Why had he suddenly decided to reconnect after all these years? Without much hesitation, you packed a bag and prepared to head to the address on the invitation.

When you arrived at the location, you were surprised to find a quaint little village. A blond-haired man was perched on a ladder, tending to a signboard. His eyes lit up the moment he spotted you.

��Hey there! Welcome!” he called out cheerfully.

He quickly climbed down the ladder, his toned arms flexing as he wiped sweat from his forehead. You stepped out of your car, offering a tentative greeting.

“Hello…”

“My name’s Hoshi!” he beamed, his eyes briefly flicking to something behind you before focusing on you again. “You came alone, huh? Welcome to Shadow!” He clapped a hand on your shoulder with a grin so wide it almost made you uneasy.

You awkwardly stepped back, gently removing his hand. “Oh, um… I was invited by a friend.”

Hoshi tilted his head, his brows furrowing in thought before recognition lit up his face again. “Oh, I know! You must be the friend Wonwoo was talking about!” He grinned, grabbing your wrist with an enthusiasm that left no room for protest. “Come on! I’ll take you to him! Don’t worry about your car; I’ll find a spot for it later!”

His tone made it clear you had no choice. You let Hoshi drag you along into the heart of the small village. It was eerily quiet, the air heavy with an unsettling stillness. As you passed by paddy fields and animal farms, you half-heartedly listened to Hoshi’s cheerful rambling. An ominous feeling began to settle in your gut.

Hoshi led you to a traditional hanok house. Shedding his shoes at the front, he gestured for you to do the same. You noticed a few pairs of shoes already lined neatly at the entrance, a sign that others were inside. As you slipped off your shoes, Hoshi grabbed your luggage and yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the quiet house.

“Wonwoo-ah! Your friend is here!”

The sound of hurried footsteps came from deeper within the house. Soon, a tall figure appeared in the doorway. You froze, momentarily stunned by how much Wonwoo had changed. The boy you once knew had grown into a striking man—tall, muscular, and undeniably handsome. He was dressed simply, in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, his glasses perched casually on his nose.

He looked nothing like the tearful boy who had waved goodbye years ago.

“[Name]?” Wonwoo said in a surprised tone, a warm smile spreading across his face as his gaze swept over you. He opened his arms slightly. “A hug, old friend?”

Hesitantly, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. His warmth seeped through your clothes, grounding you in the familiarity of his presence. After a moment, he pulled back, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. “It’s been so long.”

“You look… different,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. A light blush dusted Wonwoo’s cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck, a low laugh rumbling in his throat.

“You too,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on you.

Before either of you could say more, another figure entered the room. This one was just as tall as Wonwoo, with sharp features and an aura that commanded attention. His piercing gaze raked over you, assessing, before he turned to Wonwoo.

“Hyung, who’s this?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep.

“Mingyu!” Hoshi chirped, tossing your luggage toward the newcomer. Mingyu caught it with ease, though his confused expression remained.

Wonwoo’s arm slid around your waist, the gesture both protective and possessive. “This is the friend I told you about, Mingyu-ah.”

“Ah,” Mingyu said, his expression softening as a smile appeared on his face. He turned to you, his sharp eyes now warm and welcoming. “Welcome to Shadow. I���ll take your luggage to the guest room.”

Before you could say anything, Mingyu disappeared down a hallway, your bag in tow. You glanced up at Wonwoo, but he didn’t seem inclined to explain anything just yet. Instead, he and Hoshi guided you further into the house, Wonwoo’s grip on your waist firm and unyielding, as though he had no intention of letting go.

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[yiichan]

I swear I’m cooking just need more time. If you don’t see your request, it’s because I choose not to write them. Sorry!

[yiichan]

oblivious ; kwon soonyoung | hoshi

PAIRINGS — yandere!hoshi x actor!male!reader WORD COUNT — 0.9k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au, request. WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, reader is oblivious, your writer took too much time reading a/b/o works and playing jjk phantom parade and working that she keeps forgetting to write.

REQUEST — hiiii!! just found your blog, and let me just say that your works are amazing. like, i rarely see any svt x male reader fics, and as a fanboy, that was honestly sad. so your blog is literally a god send. may i request a yandere!hoshi x actor!male reader where they are close friends. hoshi obviously want something more, but reader is entirely oblivious to the hints hoshi is dropping. please, and thank you!! <3.

WRITER'S NOTES — i had to rewrite this like three times lol, hope you like it? also i changed the presentation format for requests hehe.

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You adjusted your cap, focusing on the bubbling hotpot as Soonyoung carefully dipped a piece of meat into the broth. The steam curled up, warm and comforting, though the way Soonyoung watched you felt oddly intense.

“Here, you should eat more, hyung,” he said, fishing out the cooked meat and placing it on your plate with practiced care.

You smiled at him, pushing a cup of water his way. “Thanks for inviting me, Hoshi-ah.”

Soonyoung’s lips curved into a small smile, a blush dusting his cheeks. “How could I not? You’re the most important person to me, hyung.”

You chuckled, dipping the meat into the sauce he’d already prepared for you. “Of course, you’re my best friend, Hoshi-ah,” you replied casually, completely missing the way his jaw clenched for a split second.

As you turned your attention back to your phone, Soonyoung’s gaze lingered on your face, his eyes tracing every line and curve. His chest tightened as he watched you, your obliviousness both endearing and maddening. Why don’t you see it? he thought, biting the inside of his cheek.

The soft sound of your laughter broke him from his thoughts. “What’s so funny?” he asked, forcing a playful tone.

“Just something a friend sent me,” you said, showing him the screen briefly.

Soonyoung’s smile faltered for a heartbeat before he quickly recovered. “You’re always so popular, hyung,” he teased lightly, though his words carried a faint edge.

You laughed again, and Soonyoung swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the table. “I’ll make sure you’re always laughing like this,” he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible.

“Hmm? Did you say something, Hoshi-ah?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He shook his head, masking his emotions with a bright smile. “Nothing, hyung. Just eat up—you’ll need the energy if we’re going to watch movies later.”

After setting up the guest room, Soonyoung returned to the living room, his grin as wide as ever. “Hey, hyung,” he said, holding up a Blu-ray case. “Look what I found in my collection. I didn’t even realize I had this one—your movie.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Wait, you have that? It’s so old.”

“Old but gold,” he quipped, already loading it into the player. “Besides, I don’t mind rewatching it. You’re amazing in this one.”

You felt your cheeks flush slightly. It wasn’t that you were unaccustomed to praise—being an actor, compliments came with the territory. But the way Soonyoung said it, his tone laced with something deeper, made you feel strangely self-conscious. “You really don’t have to…”

“Oh, but I do,” he interrupted, plopping down next to you. “You need to see how incredible you are. Maybe you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

The film began, and as the opening scene played out, you cringed slightly. “This was one of my first roles. I wasn’t even that good yet.”

“You’re being modest,” Soonyoung countered, his eyes glued to the screen. “Look at that expression. That intensity. You were born for this, hyung.”

You smiled sheepishly, focusing on the movie. Still, it was a little surreal watching yourself on screen while sitting next to your best friend. Soonyoung’s enthusiasm was infectious—he laughed at all the right moments, gasped at the action scenes, and even mimicked one of your lines in an exaggerated tone, earning a playful nudge from you.

But as the film progressed, you noticed Soonyoung stealing glances at you more often than the screen. His gaze was heavy, lingering on your profile, his lips quirking into a faint smile whenever you reacted to a scene. It was flattering, sure, but also… unsettling.

During a particularly emotional part of the movie, Soonyoung let out a low sigh. “You know,” he began, his voice softer now, “I always thought you were amazing. Even before you became famous. You’ve always had this… spark.”

You chuckled nervously. “Come on, Hoshi-ah, you’re making it sound like I’m a superstar or something.”

“You are,” he said simply, turning to face you fully. “To me.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt a strange tension settle between you. You were about to respond when the scene on screen shifted to a romantic moment—your character leaning in for a kiss with the lead actress.

Soonyoung’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “That part,” he muttered, his voice dropping, “always felt... off. She didn’t deserve you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone. “It’s just a movie, Soonyoung.”

“Yeah, but still.” He laughed lightly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “If I were the director, I would’ve cast someone else for that role.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you settled for an awkward laugh, shifting slightly away from him on the couch. Soonyoung noticed but said nothing, his smile returning, though it felt more calculated now.

As the movie ended, you stretched and stood up, feigning a yawn. “Alright, I really should get to bed. Thanks for watching that with me, though.”

Soonyoung’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes followed your every movement. “Of course, hyung. Sweet dreams.”

You retreated to the guest room, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it. For the first time since you’d arrived, you felt a strange unease creeping over you. There was something in the way Soonyoung looked at you tonight—like he wasn’t just watching you, but memorizing you.

As you lay in bed, your phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

“Do you ever wonder who truly knows you?”

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[yiichan]

Modu uri jeodo bwa

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — ANGST

IMAGINE — friends!95line x gn!you.

WARNINGS — hanahaki au, vomiting,/puking, blood.

WRITER'S NOTES — since i got no time to write again here is some scenarios lol. and also let's have a break from NSFW guys please you're flooding my requests when i said that it's full ):

speical mention — @sousydive

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YOU had a crush on Seungcheol for a very long time. You had been childhood best friends, attending the same schools together throughout your lives. You were there during his most vulnerable moments as well as his proudest achievements. Over time, Jeonghan and Joshua joined your little group, making it complete.

Jeonghan was like the Loki of your group, always coming up with sneaky ideas. Most of his shenanigans got the four of you in trouble, but you never once regretted them.

Joshua, on the other hand, was the calm one. He often watched as chaos unfolded (most of the time, it was between you and Seungcheol), occasionally deciding to join in. In those rare moments, you found yourself enjoying a different, more playful side of Joshua.

As you grew older, you began to realize your feelings for Seungcheol. Through all the time you’d spent together, you had fallen deeply in love with him. But on the day you finally gathered the courage to confess your feelings, fate had other plans.

Seungcheol confessed to you first—he was in love with Jeonghan.

You could only swallow your words as Seungcheol confided in you, sharing his feelings. A dull pain spread through your chest as you listened. When he asked for your support, you gave it without hesitation, even though it hurt.

Before long, the two of them started dating. You teased them alongside Joshua, masking the ache in your heart with laughter. But no matter how much you smiled, the pain lingered.

Then, one day, you noticed something strange. You began coughing up petals.

At first, you dismissed it. But as time went on, the pain in your chest grew more intense, and more petals emerged from your throat. You hid your condition from your friends, pretending everything was fine—when, in reality, it was anything but.

When the four of you graduated from high school, you made the excuse of wanting to study abroad. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua saw you off at the airport, and as your plane departed, you couldn’t help but feel a whirlwind of heartbreak, loss, and relief.

The separation helped, at least for a while. You avoided any news about Seungcheol and Jeonghan, choosing to text Joshua only when absolutely necessary. Over time, your condition seemed to improve; the frequency of petals appearing dwindled. Though you still coughed them up occasionally, you believed you were getting better.

But then Joshua sent you a wedding invitation—for Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

The moment you saw the invitation, a wave of nausea overwhelmed you. Your phone slipped from your hand as you rushed to the bathroom. The retching was violent, your chest engulfed in excruciating pain.

Petals spilled from your mouth once again, now stained with vomit and streaked with blood.

You felt pathetic as you collapsed onto the cold tiles of your bathroom, clutching your chest. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

You were dying.

When you boarded the plane back to Seoul, you knew there would be no return for you.

At their wedding hall, you appeared thinner and sicker than Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua remembered. You approached your old friends with a brave smile, meeting Seungcheol’s eyes as you congratulated him and Jeonghan on their marriage. You also apologized for the long silence and loss of contact.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight,” Seungcheol remarked, his hand brushing against yours. You discreetly recoiled from his touch, keeping a light smile on your face.

“I wasn’t really used to the food overseas, and work’s been overwhelming,” you replied simply.

Jeonghan pouted, his hand coming up to gently squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said with concern.

You managed another faint smile, but the familiar metallic tang rose in your throat. You excused yourself quickly, slipping away to the bathroom.

In the first empty cubicle you could find, you fell to your knees and retched violently. Blood and petals spilled into the porcelain bowl as you clutched your chest, the pain tearing through you.

A warm hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you mid-breath. You froze, dread pooling in your stomach as you slowly turned to look behind you.

Joshua stood there, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock as they darted between you and the mess in the toilet.

“You...” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What’s going on? What's happening to you?"

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[yiichan]

NOOOOO YOURE FUNNY PLEASE DONT DIE

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — ANGST

IMAGINE — friends!95line x gn!you.

WARNINGS — hanahaki au, vomiting,/puking, blood.

WRITER'S NOTES — since i got no time to write again here is some scenarios lol. and also let's have a break from NSFW guys please you're flooding my requests when i said that it's full ):

speical mention — @sousydive

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YOU had a crush on Seungcheol for a very long time. You had been childhood best friends, attending the same schools together throughout your lives. You were there during his most vulnerable moments as well as his proudest achievements. Over time, Jeonghan and Joshua joined your little group, making it complete.

Jeonghan was like the Loki of your group, always coming up with sneaky ideas. Most of his shenanigans got the four of you in trouble, but you never once regretted them.

Joshua, on the other hand, was the calm one. He often watched as chaos unfolded (most of the time, it was between you and Seungcheol), occasionally deciding to join in. In those rare moments, you found yourself enjoying a different, more playful side of Joshua.

As you grew older, you began to realize your feelings for Seungcheol. Through all the time you’d spent together, you had fallen deeply in love with him. But on the day you finally gathered the courage to confess your feelings, fate had other plans.

Seungcheol confessed to you first—he was in love with Jeonghan.

You could only swallow your words as Seungcheol confided in you, sharing his feelings. A dull pain spread through your chest as you listened. When he asked for your support, you gave it without hesitation, even though it hurt.

Before long, the two of them started dating. You teased them alongside Joshua, masking the ache in your heart with laughter. But no matter how much you smiled, the pain lingered.

Then, one day, you noticed something strange. You began coughing up petals.

At first, you dismissed it. But as time went on, the pain in your chest grew more intense, and more petals emerged from your throat. You hid your condition from your friends, pretending everything was fine—when, in reality, it was anything but.

When the four of you graduated from high school, you made the excuse of wanting to study abroad. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua saw you off at the airport, and as your plane departed, you couldn’t help but feel a whirlwind of heartbreak, loss, and relief.

The separation helped, at least for a while. You avoided any news about Seungcheol and Jeonghan, choosing to text Joshua only when absolutely necessary. Over time, your condition seemed to improve; the frequency of petals appearing dwindled. Though you still coughed them up occasionally, you believed you were getting better.

But then Joshua sent you a wedding invitation—for Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

The moment you saw the invitation, a wave of nausea overwhelmed you. Your phone slipped from your hand as you rushed to the bathroom. The retching was violent, your chest engulfed in excruciating pain.

Petals spilled from your mouth once again, now stained with vomit and streaked with blood.

You felt pathetic as you collapsed onto the cold tiles of your bathroom, clutching your chest. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

You were dying.

When you boarded the plane back to Seoul, you knew there would be no return for you.

At their wedding hall, you appeared thinner and sicker than Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua remembered. You approached your old friends with a brave smile, meeting Seungcheol’s eyes as you congratulated him and Jeonghan on their marriage. You also apologized for the long silence and loss of contact.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight,” Seungcheol remarked, his hand brushing against yours. You discreetly recoiled from his touch, keeping a light smile on your face.

“I wasn’t really used to the food overseas, and work’s been overwhelming,” you replied simply.

Jeonghan pouted, his hand coming up to gently squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said with concern.

You managed another faint smile, but the familiar metallic tang rose in your throat. You excused yourself quickly, slipping away to the bathroom.

In the first empty cubicle you could find, you fell to your knees and retched violently. Blood and petals spilled into the porcelain bowl as you clutched your chest, the pain tearing through you.

A warm hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you mid-breath. You froze, dread pooling in your stomach as you slowly turned to look behind you.

Joshua stood there, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock as they darted between you and the mess in the toilet.

“You...” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What’s going on? What's happening to you?"

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[yiichan]

sorry darling im an evil poopy writer who likes cliffendings

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — ANGST

IMAGINE — friends!95line x gn!you.

WARNINGS — hanahaki au, vomiting,/puking, blood.

WRITER'S NOTES — since i got no time to write again here is some scenarios lol. and also let's have a break from NSFW guys please you're flooding my requests when i said that it's full ):

speical mention — @sousydive

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YOU had a crush on Seungcheol for a very long time. You had been childhood best friends, attending the same schools together throughout your lives. You were there during his most vulnerable moments as well as his proudest achievements. Over time, Jeonghan and Joshua joined your little group, making it complete.

Jeonghan was like the Loki of your group, always coming up with sneaky ideas. Most of his shenanigans got the four of you in trouble, but you never once regretted them.

Joshua, on the other hand, was the calm one. He often watched as chaos unfolded (most of the time, it was between you and Seungcheol), occasionally deciding to join in. In those rare moments, you found yourself enjoying a different, more playful side of Joshua.

As you grew older, you began to realize your feelings for Seungcheol. Through all the time you’d spent together, you had fallen deeply in love with him. But on the day you finally gathered the courage to confess your feelings, fate had other plans.

Seungcheol confessed to you first—he was in love with Jeonghan.

You could only swallow your words as Seungcheol confided in you, sharing his feelings. A dull pain spread through your chest as you listened. When he asked for your support, you gave it without hesitation, even though it hurt.

Before long, the two of them started dating. You teased them alongside Joshua, masking the ache in your heart with laughter. But no matter how much you smiled, the pain lingered.

Then, one day, you noticed something strange. You began coughing up petals.

At first, you dismissed it. But as time went on, the pain in your chest grew more intense, and more petals emerged from your throat. You hid your condition from your friends, pretending everything was fine—when, in reality, it was anything but.

When the four of you graduated from high school, you made the excuse of wanting to study abroad. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua saw you off at the airport, and as your plane departed, you couldn’t help but feel a whirlwind of heartbreak, loss, and relief.

The separation helped, at least for a while. You avoided any news about Seungcheol and Jeonghan, choosing to text Joshua only when absolutely necessary. Over time, your condition seemed to improve; the frequency of petals appearing dwindled. Though you still coughed them up occasionally, you believed you were getting better.

But then Joshua sent you a wedding invitation—for Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

The moment you saw the invitation, a wave of nausea overwhelmed you. Your phone slipped from your hand as you rushed to the bathroom. The retching was violent, your chest engulfed in excruciating pain.

Petals spilled from your mouth once again, now stained with vomit and streaked with blood.

You felt pathetic as you collapsed onto the cold tiles of your bathroom, clutching your chest. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

You were dying.

When you boarded the plane back to Seoul, you knew there would be no return for you.

At their wedding hall, you appeared thinner and sicker than Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua remembered. You approached your old friends with a brave smile, meeting Seungcheol’s eyes as you congratulated him and Jeonghan on their marriage. You also apologized for the long silence and loss of contact.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight,” Seungcheol remarked, his hand brushing against yours. You discreetly recoiled from his touch, keeping a light smile on your face.

“I wasn’t really used to the food overseas, and work’s been overwhelming,” you replied simply.

Jeonghan pouted, his hand coming up to gently squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said with concern.

You managed another faint smile, but the familiar metallic tang rose in your throat. You excused yourself quickly, slipping away to the bathroom.

In the first empty cubicle you could find, you fell to your knees and retched violently. Blood and petals spilled into the porcelain bowl as you clutched your chest, the pain tearing through you.

A warm hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you mid-breath. You froze, dread pooling in your stomach as you slowly turned to look behind you.

Joshua stood there, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock as they darted between you and the mess in the toilet.

“You...” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What’s going on? What's happening to you?"

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My heart just swell… Oh Joshua, the gentleman you are…

❆ 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 : 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ❆ | 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <𝟑

❆ 𝑑𝑎𝑦 3: matching bracelets | h.js

a/n: welcome to day 3!! big shoutout to @yiichan for helping me come up with this idea! hope you guys like it <3 also, threw in a bit of color wheel theory stuff too hahaha

word count: 923 contents: joshua x gn!reader , established relationship , making bracelets , fluff , christmas fun

"you know what would be fun?" joshua asks. it's a late saturday evening, and the both of you are sprawled across the couch in very unhealthy postures, basking in each other's warmth and doing your own thing.

"last time you said that, we ended up on the other side of the city with almost no money to get back home," you recall, shooting joshua a look.

"maybe that was part of the plan," joshua says defensively, and you roll your eyes at him. "anyways, you wanna hear my idea or no?"

"shoot."

joshua sits up a little straighter, his eyes twinkling as he leans forward to tell you his plan. "i was at target, and i saw this christmas-themed bracelet making kit. so i bought it, but i haven't opened it up yet."

"you want to make me a bracelet?" you coo. "aw, how sweet of you baby. you can go ahead."

"no," joshua huffs. "i'm thinking, we make matching bracelets for each other!"

"you're kidding me," you raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend. "you know that my hand-eye-coordination is poorer than a toddler's, and any dexterity in my fingers is non-existent, right?"

"i'll guide you through it!" joshua tries to convince you. "please, babe. give it a chance. how tough can it be?"

—

"if the string breaks again, i swear i'll-" before you could even end your sentence, the wire you're trying to string a bead onto snaps.

again.

"that's it. i give up," you declare, aggressively setting down the candy cane charm you've been trying to put on your bracelet. you look over at joshua, who has magically managed to make three bracelets before you could even get halfway through your first one.

"you're tugging on the wire too tight," joshua explains, for the nth time, yet there's no irritation in his voice. he's calm and patient, because he wants the both of you to have fun while doing something he likes.

"i'm too clumsy for this," you sigh. "either the beads keep falling off, or the wire snaps. i'm just not good at this."

"okay, how about we try it again? i'll take you through it, step by step," joshua suggests, and you hear how genuinely he wants you to succeed at making at least one bracelet.

"okay, let's try again," you nod, and joshua smiles so wide his eyes turn into crescents, and you do a bad job of resisting the urge of kissing him on the lips.

"you're adorable," you coo at joshua, and he just gives you another cheeky smile, before scooting closer to you on the living room floor.

"alright, first you'll have to measure the length of the bracelet," joshua instructs. he takes the spool of elastic cord and wraps the wire around your waist a couple times, before cutting the length he needs.

"then, we put some tape on one end of the string, so that the beads don't fall off," he says, reaching for some tape and attaching a bit of it to one end of the wire.

"now, remember not to tug on the string too hard, yeah? have you picked out your beads?" joshua asks, and you nod, showing him all the beads and charms you had lined up for your bracelet.

"perfect, we can put them on now!" he encourages, and you make your final attempt at stringing together a bracelet.

surprisingly, this time around, you don't lose your cool, snap the wire, or lose any beads. you're able to put the beads on in the pattern you envisioned, along with some improvisations because joshua kept passing comments on how 'two blue beads shouldn't go together - add a yellow one here.'

after a few minutes, joshua helps you tie off the bracelet, and secures the end with some superglue.

"ta-da!" he chirps, holding the bracelet up, about to slip it onto your wrist when you shake your head.

"this one's for you," you explain.

"huh? for me?" he tilts his head, confused.

"i literally spelled your name out with beads!" you roll your eyes, and joshua is struck with the realization.

"wait! i made a bracelet with your name on it!" he laughs, reaching over to the first bracelet he had made, and you're in awe of how he chose your favorite colors, and you chose his.

"this is so pretty, shua," you whisper, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist. "i love it."

the words i love you almost slip out too, but it was too soon. you'd only been dating for six months, and while joshua had been nothing but perfect, you wanted to take your time in the relationship.

you didn't want to lose him.

"i'm glad you liked it," joshua says, cheeks tinted red. "i like your bracelet too; it's perfect for me."

he wears his bracelet too, and then reaches out to hold your hand.

your fingers interlocked, and the colorful beads beside each other, creating a beautiful blend of colors. blue meeting orange, yellow meeting purple, red meeting green.

and joshua meeting you. it was perfect.

"i'm never gonna take this one off," you promise him, and the kiss he gives you feels like an i love you of its own.

(joshua has a box of bracelets he's made for you over the last six months, and even before that, when he was hopelessly pining for you, and he hopes he can show them to you some day.

he hopes he can stay in your life forever too, just like all the bracelets will.)

- fin

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KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULTS

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x cultmembers!svt x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, non-con/dub con elements, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — my holidays has arrived and i'm working on the requests. here's something for you to enjoy in the meantime! i have always been curious about this kind of genre (i've read an ateez fanfiction on ao3 which is similar, that work is a masterpiece although i haven't read that for sometime and forgot the title) and i've never really came across a svt fanfic about this. let me know what you think? P.S. This drabble may have more parts? I might turn this into an official work! most likely it would be x male reader!

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IT was an ordinary day when you received a mysterious invitation from your childhood best friend, Wonwoo. The two of you hadn’t seen each other since he moved away from town, and you were curious about how he was doing. You opened the envelope and began to read, your eyebrows climbing higher into your fringe with every word.

It seemed Wonwoo had invited you to some kind of event in a remote countryside village. Flipping the invitation over, you searched for more clues, but aside from a childish doodle scribbled in one corner, there was nothing else.

Curiosity got the better of you. What had happened to Wonwoo? Why had he suddenly decided to reconnect after all these years? Without much hesitation, you packed a bag and prepared to head to the address on the invitation.

When you arrived at the location, you were surprised to find a quaint little village. A blond-haired man was perched on a ladder, tending to a signboard. His eyes lit up the moment he spotted you.

“Hey there! Welcome!” he called out cheerfully.

He quickly climbed down the ladder, his toned arms flexing as he wiped sweat from his forehead. You stepped out of your car, offering a tentative greeting.

“Hello…”

“My name’s Hoshi!” he beamed, his eyes briefly flicking to something behind you before focusing on you again. “You came alone, huh? Welcome to Shadow!” He clapped a hand on your shoulder with a grin so wide it almost made you uneasy.

You awkwardly stepped back, gently removing his hand. “Oh, um… I was invited by a friend.”

Hoshi tilted his head, his brows furrowing in thought before recognition lit up his face again. “Oh, I know! You must be the friend Wonwoo was talking about!” He grinned, grabbing your wrist with an enthusiasm that left no room for protest. “Come on! I’ll take you to him! Don’t worry about your car; I’ll find a spot for it later!”

His tone made it clear you had no choice. You let Hoshi drag you along into the heart of the small village. It was eerily quiet, the air heavy with an unsettling stillness. As you passed by paddy fields and animal farms, you half-heartedly listened to Hoshi’s cheerful rambling. An ominous feeling began to settle in your gut.

Hoshi led you to a traditional hanok house. Shedding his shoes at the front, he gestured for you to do the same. You noticed a few pairs of shoes already lined neatly at the entrance, a sign that others were inside. As you slipped off your shoes, Hoshi grabbed your luggage and yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the quiet house.

“Wonwoo-ah! Your friend is here!”

The sound of hurried footsteps came from deeper within the house. Soon, a tall figure appeared in the doorway. You froze, momentarily stunned by how much Wonwoo had changed. The boy you once knew had grown into a striking man—tall, muscular, and undeniably handsome. He was dressed simply, in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, his glasses perched casually on his nose.

He looked nothing like the tearful boy who had waved goodbye years ago.

“[Name]?” Wonwoo said in a surprised tone, a warm smile spreading across his face as his gaze swept over you. He opened his arms slightly. “A hug, old friend?”

Hesitantly, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. His warmth seeped through your clothes, grounding you in the familiarity of his presence. After a moment, he pulled back, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. “It’s been so long.”

“You look… different,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. A light blush dusted Wonwoo’s cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck, a low laugh rumbling in his throat.

“You too,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on you.

Before either of you could say more, another figure entered the room. This one was just as tall as Wonwoo, with sharp features and an aura that commanded attention. His piercing gaze raked over you, assessing, before he turned to Wonwoo.

“Hyung, who’s this?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep.

“Mingyu!” Hoshi chirped, tossing your luggage toward the newcomer. Mingyu caught it with ease, though his confused expression remained.

Wonwoo’s arm slid around your waist, the gesture both protective and possessive. “This is the friend I told you about, Mingyu-ah.”

“Ah,” Mingyu said, his expression softening as a smile appeared on his face. He turned to you, his sharp eyes now warm and welcoming. “Welcome to Shadow. I’ll take your luggage to the guest room.”

Before you could say anything, Mingyu disappeared down a hallway, your bag in tow. You glanced up at Wonwoo, but he didn’t seem inclined to explain anything just yet. Instead, he and Hoshi guided you further into the house, Wonwoo’s grip on your waist firm and unyielding, as though he had no intention of letting go.

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