beep-boop-tk

[beep-boop-tk]

Hello, Tumblr

#minwon #mingyu #wonwoo #seventeen #pledis #fanfiction #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic

[beep-boop-tk]

Mo Guan Shan is a definitely a misunderstood guy but has a bigger heart than some of the people. ♥️

[beep-boop-tk]

Mo: And screw you! You’re the wife!

He Tian: Sure. So you agree to marry me?

Please don’t repost without permission. 

Just naturally staying together as time went by (with a “little” help from He Tian being unyielding XD). He Tian takes care of Mo but Mo keeps He Tian alive XD. They take care of each other in different ways.

Mo… maybe he likes being with He Tian -sometimes- too. Don’t ask Mo why he does things for He Tian or what He Tian is to him.

(How are you all? I originally wrote this for _(:3 」∠ )_ Anon I wonder if you’re still here)

[beep-boop-tk]

Kiss

By Force / 175

By Fun / 269

By Surprise / 311

By Heart / 318

By Possession / 328

By Fear / 333

By Love / 369

[beep-boop-tk]

⋆ In Sickness and In Health ⋆

• #meanie / #minwon

• One shot, 2k words

• Slight nsfw 🔞

archiveofourown.org/works/34990426

#meanie #minwon #wonwoo #mingyu #seventeen

[beep-boop-tk]

Wonwoo

[beep-boop-tk]

BITTERSWEET | a minwon series | chapter one

Genre: fluff + friends to lovers.

Synopsis: Wonwoo just wants to know how love became love. Fortunately enough, Mingyu is there to help him find the answer.

Word Count: 661

Notes: Here's my very first post + the first installment to my series, Bittersweet! Feedback is very much appreciated and I hope you guys enjoy!

2021 © All rights reserved.

—————

“How did love become love?” Wonwoo asks, dropping his pen on the notebook he was writing in. It was a question that left him after reading a novel he borrowed from a classmate; something in him eager to find an answer. 3 pages and 3 hours later, he still wasn’t able to make something up – even when he was at the place where his creative juices flowed best, or so he believed.

The park is empty with the exception of Mingyu’s presence, playing with a volleyball all by himself near the bench Wonwoo sat in. Mingyu catches the ball he threw just moments before, turning to Wonwoo afterward. “Sad to say that as a 17-year-old who hasn’t fallen in love yet, I wouldn’t know.” He passes the ball to Wonwoo, the latter laughing at Mingyu’s reply.

“Point taken.” Wonwoo examines the ball in his hands as if the answer was hidden somewhere in there; he was desperate to write something today. Mingyu drops himself on the bench next to Wonwoo, wiping the sweat that formed on his forehead because of the August heat. “Don’t stress about it too much. Later, you’ll find out.” Mingyu reassures him, taking the ball back.

The stress building up in Wonwoo was evident in the way his brows furrowed while staring at the ball and Mingyu knew he had to calm him down. Being Wonwoo’s best friend, he knew the boy didn’t do so well under stress.

“I think you just want me to play volleyball with you right now,” Wonwoo says, eyes trailing Mingyu.

“And you are correct!” Mingyu stands now and offers a hand to Wonwoo. “I’m guessing you don’t want to play because you know I’m going to beat you again.” Mingyu attempts to rile Wonwoo up, but of course, he succeeds.

“You dumbass. I practiced with Soonyoung, you know,” Wonwoo takes Mingyu’s hands and joins him in walking towards the center of the field. “First to five, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The first few rounds favor Mingyu, but to his surprise, the winning luck has been dumped onto Wonwoo. When Mingyu struggled to save the ball at match point, a loud laugh escaped Wonwoo, and Mingyu drops to the ground in defeat, eventually laughing along.

“So who’s going to beat me again?” Wonwoo walks over to Mingyu, helping him stand up. Mingyu dusts off the sand from his shirt and shorts, Wonwoo watching silently.

“Definitely not me,” Mingyu says, accepting that he lost. “You’ve gotten better, Won,” Mingyu tells him, walking back to the bench to retrieve his notebook.

Wonwoo dismisses the idea by waving his hand in the air. “I think it’s because Soonyoung’s competitive spirit got on to me, that’s all.” His notebook and pen are back in his hands and they start navigating their way back to the park’s entrance.

“When will you start to accept that you’re actually good at things, Won? It’s not bad to admit that you’re good at something, you know.” The sudden question made Wonwoo go silent, and before they knew it, they were already at the gates of the park.

“Sadly, that’s something I don’t know how to do.” Wonwoo finally breaks the silence between them and Mingyu nods.

“Looks like I’ll have to teach you, then.” The way Mingyu said it, he knew he was going to learn soon enough. Mingyu flashes a smile and Wonwoo could only standstill. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Wonwoo. Good luck with that.” His eyes land on Wonwoo’s notebook and the latter stutters out a small ‘thanks.’

When Mingyu finally turns and starts to take his leave, Wonwoo waits until Mingyu’s out of sight before he leaves himself. When he finally is, Wonwoo starts to make his way back home, a buzzing feeling burning in his body.

Later that night, Wonwoo opens his notebook and starts writing on an empty page.

"How did love... become love..." He says the question aloud, jotting down the answer in silence. When he finishes, he smiles when he realizes that there is more than one answer, and he knows just how to find all of them.

—————

link to chapter two.

[beep-boop-tk]

[beep-boop-tk]

So, basically Wonwoo loved the girl, the girl loved Mingyu and Mingyu loved Wonwoo? How are you gonna look me the eye and say that there was no hidden subtext in the MV? I've watched it so many times and each time it looks more and more painful.

Mingyu's yearning... My goodness, that made my heart hurt.

And the last scene... where Mingyu goes into the rain first and waits for Wonwoo to join him.

One being open and out and the other being scared and hidden. But voilà, the second one also decides to take a step outside. I'm crying...😭😭😭

[beep-boop-tk]

twirling boys ~

[beep-boop-tk]

appreciation post for Mo's piercings in official art. 🔥

Mo is not really a vain guy, it's hard to believe that he'll buy himself a bunch of different piercings to choose from. He Tian, on the other hand, would love to shower Mo in pretty things. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that a lot of those are gifts.

[beep-boop-tk]

from this...

...to this!

[beep-boop-tk]

I MISSED THEM SO MUCH

By Old 先

[beep-boop-tk]

AHHH AN UPDATE

[beep-boop-tk]

Day 8: Smut

A drawing and a playlist :)

Hope y'all enjoy!✨

[beep-boop-tk]

Stay + future TianShan Illustrations

The fourth pic is base on @/biscottibug ‘s fic “Five more minutes” but what if it is longer?

The last pic is Mo trying to wake up the sleepyhead.

-

fanart by: une.coffee | instagram | ko-fi | commission open

[beep-boop-tk]

“He Tian” his voice is barely a whisper when He Tian pulls back

The feeling of He Tian’s kiss still lingers on the corner of his lips

“Mo” it’s the first time he has ever felt that in He Tian’s voice

Fear

Uncertainty

He Tian always know what to say and that smug smile never falls off his face

But today, he remains silent, chanting Mo’s name like a mantra. And he’s crying. He Tian never cries. Or that’s how he maintains his persona

Strong and unshakeable

But he’s shaken up today.

Mand though his entire body hurts, Mo feels the need to comfort him instead

“Hey, don’t cry” he says, hesitantly raising a hand to his face, thumb wiping away a tear, only to meet another one

“Mo” he repeats and Mo’s lips quiver.

“Fuck, He Tian, don’t cry” his voice breaks as well, weaker than ever

But He Tian cries

Like he’s been holding back

Like he’s always wanted to

Like he’s hurt

Like something he considers precious….is hurt

Mo gulps, applying a gentle pressure on his chest, urging him to take a step away. But He Tian doesn’t budge, continuing to shed tears

And with every tear, something inside Mo stirs. It awakens

“Please, for my sake, don’t cry” he pleads

“How can I not?” He Tian asks, raising his hand to caress Mo’s bruised cheek

His lower lip quivers and Mo turns his gaze away from the weeping boy

“He Tian” he doesn’t know why he calls out his name. But it feels rather comforting

“Mo Guan Shan” a sniffle escapes the black haired boy and Mo backs further up into the wall

“He Tian, please. Don’t…cry” Mo never pleads. Not even with He Tian. But today, he has to

“Why?”

Mo bites his lip, holding back tears he didn’t know had been piling up in his eyes

“Because it’s making me harder to push you away”

Mo has never been treated so gently

No one holds him like he’s the most precious thing ever

Like he’s a doll, made of glass

No one has ever cried for him

No one ever cared enough to

But He Tian…

He Tian is crying

Is it so wrong for Mo to feel a little happy? To be the receiver of this love? To be the object of his affection?

He’s overwhelmed right now. And weak, so weak

In this tender bubble, MO’s completely defenceless

And he likes it

He can’t deny it anymore

“Then don’t” He Tian replies, angling Mo’s face to meet his gaze

Mo crumbles under that affectionate gaze

“Don’t push me away” he says, lips inching forward

MO’s tired

Emotionally drained

But that’s not the reason why he lets He Tian’s cool lips meet his

It’s because —

“I love you” He Tian whispers between soft kisses.

Mand a tear escapes MO’s eyes

Yeah

Me Too

#tianshan #hetian #19days #old xian #moguanshan #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #im crying #THE UPDATE #FUCK