caratwritersclub

[caratwritersclub]

announcement.

happy new year! we apologize for the lack of activity. unfortunately, after a lot of discussion, carat writers club will be closed indefinitely as of 2024. we’ve had an amazing time in caratblr and appreciate all of the love and support you have shown us over the last three years. thank you so much for everything!

(p.s. if anyone has experience running a network and is interested in restarting carat writers club, feel free to send us an ask!)

#announcement #caratwritersclub

[caratwritersclub]

STARFLOWER - YOON JEONGHAN

word count: 6.6k…

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

synopsis: your guardian angel has come down to earth, what will happen?

genre/s: fantasy, angst, fluff, non-idol!au, guardian angel!jeonghan

warnings: bloody nose, fainting (once), religious mention, alcohol mention, brief depression, open ending

rating: pg-13

a/n: title is based off of starflower by raveena. this fic came to me as i was listening to been through by exo and i immediately saw potential in a oneshot! thank you a bunch to @hwasdollie for being the beta reader for this!! <3

The cold air kept you awake as you sat on the beach by yourself. You excused yourself from your friends’ wedding ceremony early, needing to detach yourself from everyone at the reception. They were all slowly becoming drunk and being around drunk people was never any fun for you. You weren’t one to typically wallow in your feelings, but seeing your ex marry the new love of his life would depress anyone. 

It seemed like just yesterday Hansol was asking you to marry him. But you were scared of commitment and knew that if you rushed into things neither of you would be happy. As they say, if you love them then you should let them go. And god, did you ever love Chwe Hansol. It just wasn’t destined to work for the two of you. But you were genuinely happy for him. At a certain point of the night though, it became overwhelming to see him glowing like the brilliant soul he is, while you stuffed down more finger food. 

So here now you are, seated in the sand with your shoes placed beside you. You burrowed your feet in the sand while picking up random seashells nearby. The sound of the waves allowed you to drown out your own thoughts. Something about nature always calmed you. Additionally, it was a crystal clear night which made watching the stars sparkle even better. Especially when they reflected on the pitch black water with just as much glimmer. 

You spot a shooting star and quickly make a wish, prone to believing in superstitions. Closing your eyes and clasping your hands together, you wish for your own happiness. Your own romance. Before you can open your eyes, the assumed shooting star hits the ground. Even with your eyes shut, the sheer brightness of it is enough to notice from far away. 

Your feet moved in that direction before you could think, as if something was gravitating you towards the light. As you walk closer and closer to the light, it becomes warmer and warmer. Although you had no drinks tonight, it feels as if something intoxicated you. Your pupils were dilated and you could feel yourself becoming dizzier with each step. Still, an unknown force was drawing you in  instinctively. 

A figure’s silhouette could be seen standing and you assumed they came to check out the source of the light as well. If it wasn’t a shooting star, maybe you just witnessed a meteorite falling. The only thing that wasn’t adding up with this theory is that meteorites typically make loud noise from the impact of breaking into the atmosphere. Yet, this mysterious light didn’t make a single sound. Your logic went out the window as your curiosity got the better of you. 

Finally, you were close enough to the person to tap their shoulder. A man with hair slightly above the shoulder looked back at you. He took your breath away. Never had you laid your eyes on someone as beautiful as him. All of the words that came to mind to describe him were mesmerizing in some way. 

Alluring. Dreamy. Angelic. 

The moment the word angelic comes to mind, warm liquid drips out of your nose. You go to wipe it and look down at your hand to see blood. 

“Why hello there, Y/N.” His smooth voice sends chills down your spine. Before you could respond, the vision of his smile is the last thing you see before losing your consciousness. 

Once you come to, you’re in your hotel room. Wonwoo is sleeping by your bedside, hair still gelled from the wedding, but gradually falling apart. When did I get back into my room? More importantly, why is Wonwoo next to me? 

Tapping his hand lightly was enough for him to stir awake, “Wonwoo?”

“Y/N, are you feeling okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Wonwoo checks over your body, looking for any injuries. 

“How did I get back here? Last I remember I was on the beach…” You trail off, confusion lacing your tone. 

“You don’t remember anything?” Wonwoo cautiously asked.

 You shook your head no.

 “Well, I saw you slip away and figured you went back to your room. But, we said we would game together and when I knocked on your door, you weren’t responding at all.” Wonwoo recounts, furrowing his eyebrows as he worries all over again. 

“Hey, it’s alright,” You reassure, putting your fingers on Wonwoo’s face to relieve the tension between his eyebrows. 

“But then, I called your phone and Minghao picked up. He said he found it on the beach. I mean it was next to your shoes, as if you left us. Minghao suspected the worst but I kept looking on the shoreline and found you passed out towards the rocks,” Wonwoo informs you, looking for any changes in your expression in recognition of your night. 

“Oh, I remember taking my shoes off to feel the sand on my feet. And there was a shooting star…and then a light…” You begin to recall your last memories. 

 “I mean, imagine how scared we were, Y/N!” Wonwoo half scolds half cries while hugging you. 

“Wonwoo, Wonwoo. I’m okay now though, look.” You attempt to calm him, unused to him being overly emotional. 

“Right, but you should still go to a doctor,” Wonwoo replies, gently taking the comforter off of you and looking around for his phone. 

“No, no. I really am fine. I swear! Thank you for finding me, but I think I just fell asleep. Really,” You emphasize the last really, not wanting to make this bigger than it already is.

“Y/N. You didn’t just fall asleep, I was shaking you and you still didn’t wake up.” 

“Freaky…?” You shrug, hoping Wonwoo would let you both move on from it. The stern look on his face proved your nonchalant attitude didn’t dispel his worries one bit. 

You try again, “How about a compromise? I’ll go to the doctors’ once we’re back home and report to you how it goes?”

In return, he tries convincing you one more time, before giving up. However much he was stubborn, you bested him at it tenfold. “Fine, but can I get you anything? You did eat a lot at the wedding, but that was hours ago,” He’s restless as he stands by your bedside. Knowing him, he wouldn’t rest assured until he did something, anything to help you. 

“You know I could definitely devour one of those breakfast sandwiches from the brunch place down the street later,” you suggest.

Before you could even finish your sentence, Wonwoo was putting on his jacket and shoes. “Your wish is my command.”

“Wonwoo, please. At least go back to your hotel room and take those contacts out and wear your glasses. You were sleeping when I woke up and we both know sleeping in contacts is a big no,” you request, feeling bad you made him feel so panicked. 

“I’ll do that after you get some food in you, don’t worry!” 

“What happened to my wish being your command? So wish number one, go wear your glasses and switch into something more comfortable. Maybe even go take a nice warm shower? I’m not hungry right now but I am tired, so I think I’m just going to rest for a couple of hours more,” you plan out, observing the bags underneath his eyes. 

Wonwoo makes his way over to the bed again and leans over to inspect your condition close-up. He stands straight again and crosses his arms, “I guess that works. But I’ll be back after you’ve had some rest, just text me, yeah?” 

You nod, “Here, if it makes your mind more at ease I can give you one of the spare keys,” you reach over to the nightstand and hand him a keycard. 

“Thank you, Y/N. You know I just worry.” He took the key softly from your grasp.  “Also nobody else knows about what happened. Well, besides Minghao, so don’t worry. I just told everyone that we had a gaming tournament going on instead of joining that scenic ziplining course.”

“Even figuring out an alibi for me? How’d I end up with the best friend ever?” You rhetorically ask, glad he covered for you so it was one less thing to worry about. 

“You are pretty lucky to have me…” He states, returning to his playful self. 

“Okay dork, see you later.” You retort, lightly throwing a pillow at him to shoo him away. 

He waves before heading out. You weren’t lying to him about being tired. You felt as if you were a bear preparing to hibernate, able to sleep through an entire season. That is, until a voice woke you from your groggy slumber. 

“Finally, he’s gone,” A voice yawned with a relaxed tone. 

Your eyes snap open, despite the tiredness you felt just moments ago. Your eyes darted across the room trying to find who it was, finally finding him near your window. It was the guy from last night. In the broad daylight his beauty was even more captivating. His hair was dark enough to match the night’s sky, his dark brown eyes reminded you of the vastness of black holes, so rich and vast that if you looked at him for too long you were afraid you would succumb to any and every demand he had. 

“You’re the guy from last night! How the hell did you get in here? No, I remember you saying my name before I passed out…how do you know who I am? Wait, you saw me pass out, why the fuck would you leave me there for someone to find?” Questions came one after another without ceasing. 

“Slow your roll, starflower,” The mysterious man replies, “I always forget how curious you are.”

“Curious? You suddenly showed up in my room. I think I’m allowed to ask questions. I’m being a lot more lenient in not calling security on you right now,” You snap back as you scramble out of bed and search for anything that could function as a makeshift weapon. Starflower?

“How do I put it… I’m your guardian angel.” He pauses for effect. “Or rather, I was your guardian angel. Let’s not stress over the fine details, though. The reason I couldn’t help you on the beach is that we are not allowed to interfere with human affairs,” He explains himself. 

“Guardian angel? You have got to be kidding me,” You reach over on the nightstand to the landline phone. Security can surely deal with this intruder. 

“Test me. Ask me something about your childhood that only you would know,” He throws bait to you, still not moving from standing in front of the window. 

“How did I get this scar on my hand?” You point at the faint scar in between your thumb and index finger, certain he wouldn’t be able to guess what happened. 

“You told everyone you got it from fighting with Mingyu, but really your childhood cat gave it to you. You loved making handmade collars when it was a kitten. As you were adding beads, the dangling ribbon enticed your cat and caused it to scratch your hand,” He answers, proud of himself for retelling in such detail.  

Your grip on the phone weakens slightly as he shares the truth about your childhood. You ask a different question, “Who was my first love?” 

He answers correctly once more, “Wonwoo. Again, you always lie and tell people it was Hansol.” 

His responses proved he somehow knew you, though you were still suspicious of him. 

“So you’ve been protecting me my whole life?” You ask skeptically. You weren’t opposed to the idea of beings such as ghosts and angels existing, but this new reality was just sprung upon you. 

“Sort of,” he begins, “we are assigned a human to protect from our birth. Our bodies age at the same rate as humans, but mentally, I’m several millennia older than you. Guarding for guardian angels is quite an ironic word. See, we are only able to watch, not help. I couldn’t interfere with your life, but I did. Hence why I’m here.” 

“So, I have a fallen angel by my side?” You inquire, having his story sound all too familiar to what you’ve heard about fallen angels. 

He winces at your words before quickly regaining his composure, “you sure are a straightforward one, huh?” 

“I mean I passed out when I first saw you and now you are in my room. Uninvited. You could kidnap me for all I know, and yet I’m the straightforward one?” 

He laughs at your summary of interaction with him. “I suppose when you put it that way, I am quite bizarre. But indeed, I am a fallen angel. I figured if I am banished from heaven, the best thing I could do with my time is ensure you are living properly with my assistance.”

An embarrassed realization hits, “Did you hear my wishes last night?”

“Which? The one about you wanting happiness or the one about you wanting romance?” He questioned, picking up on your embarrassment and prying on it even more. 

You direly wanted to change the topic. “What is your name anyways, angel?”

“You know it already, starflower. It is part of our bond.” He states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Let’s discuss Wonwoo, yes? Wonwoo has great potential for the romance you seek.”

“There’s so much to unpack with what you just said. First things first, what do you mean I know your name already? And why do you keep calling me starflower?” Your mind is racing a mile a minute trying to decipher what he was talking about. 

“Think hard, if you had to name me, what would you choose?” He uncrosses his arms, waiting for you to follow his instructions. “As for your nickname, that shall remain a secret for now.”

You go through several names mentally, none of them sticking. Until, a name practically jumps out saying call me by this! Call me by this!

“Yoon… Jeonghan?”

He smirks, pleased with your success in finding his name. 

“Anyways, Jeonghan you have got things so wrong. Wonwoo is my best friend and roommate, not a potential love interest. I’m pretty sure Wonwoo would gag if I asked him out on a date,” you scoff, entertained by how off the mark your alleged guardian angel was. 

“Angels can detect people’s true intentions. When he was oh-so worried about you, that was more than platonic love he was experiencing,” He revealed.

“Yeah…sure. But if you are so otherworldly, I assume you’re the reason why I passed out last night? Why I felt so drawn to the light?” 

“It is the truth, but if you choose to deny it I cannot stop you from doing so,” he shrugs. “Last night, I forgot to mask my power for humans to handle. I wasn’t expecting for us to meet, and I surely wasn’t expecting you to be the one to find me first.”

“What was your plan then?”

“To land, probably find somewhere to live, then slowly work my way into your life,” he lists off his old plan, looking elsewhere as if daydreaming about it. 

“I see,” You were still trying to process everything he was telling you.

A knock on your door interrupts the conversation. 

“Y/N?” Wonwoo knocks on your door, waiting for your reply.

“Come on in, Woo,” you invite him, knowing he still has one of your keys.  

“I got you a sandwich from that place you wanted to try! They stopped selling breakfast sandwiches at noon though so I ordered the one I thought you would like the best. Who were you talking to by the way?” 

“Jeonghan-” you point at the window only for Jeonghan to be gone. 

Wonwoo's eyes drifted toward the direction you were pointing, only to be equally confused when he saw nobody. 

Thinking quickly, you grabbed your phone on the nightstand, “I pointed because, um, we were talking about the ocean! I just finished my phone call with him though.” 

“Gotcha,” Wonwoo replies with doubting eyes but deciding to leave it be. He quickly sat down beside you in bed, still worried that you might have a concussion.

Mingyu’s heart had been broken once again by someone he met off Tinder and being the loyal childhood friend you were, you offered to console him over food and drinks. What wasn’t in the plans for the night was you getting drunk alongside him. 

“Y/N, text me when you’re home safe!” Mingyu’s voice booms through the streets as he waves from a distance. 

“Sounds good!” You shout back, flailing your hand to wave goodbye to Mingyu as his sister helps him into the passenger side of her car. 

Your apartment wasn’t too far from the restaurant that you and Mingyu met up at, which is why you were walking home alone. The sun started setting about an hour ago, resulting in a fairly dark night sky. 

The walk was less than ten minutes, you knew that. It still didn’t stop you from getting tired halfway through. You sat on a curb, trying to collect yourself before heading home. Sure, you and Wonwoo were both grown adults, but that didn’t stop his worrying whenever you came home tipsy. Your eyelids became heavier and heavier until you fell asleep, with your head on your knees.

Before you fall fully asleep, you hear someone’s footsteps approaching you. Even in your not-so sober state, you hurriedly find your wallet and open it for the stranger in front of you. 

“I only have forty dollars in cash, here take it,” you mumbled while handing them the money, not once looking up. 

“What are we to do with you?” A voice you recognize makes you spring up from the curb. The speed in which you get up nearly makes you sick, resulting in sitting down once again. He crouches down in front of you. 

“Jeonghan!” You put both hands on his shoulders, “I thought I hallucinated you! I mean you drop the bomb that you’re my guardian angel and then I don’t see you for two weeks!” 

Jeonghan plays along with your drunken state, “Oh, I’m mean, aren’t I?” 

“Yeah, you’re a big meanie!” You childishly retort. 

Jeonghan nods his head in agreement, enjoying this version of you. He watched you grow up, but watching and actually being a part of your life were two very different things. 

“I didn’t know you were this cute, human.” 

Being drunk always gives you a boost of confidence, “You’ve seen me since birth haven’t you! I was born this cute!” You put your hands on your hips to show off your charms for Jeonghan. 

He can’t help but chuckle at your behavior and how wildly contrasting you are from your first encounter. “Come on, I’ll help you get home,” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it. 

“Wait, you can’t disappear on me again! If you bump into Wonwoo, won’t you go away?” You reply. 

“I don’t like being seen by other humans that are acquainted with you. But, I’ll visit you again tomorrow. Just think of me and I’ll appear.” He promises. 

You tilt your head up and smile in satisfaction, taking his hand to head home. 

Jeonghan knocks on your apartment door with his free hand as he holds you up with his other arm. Wonwoo’s shuffling can be heard from behind the door which gives Jeonghan enough comfort to leave you alone. The beeping of the door opening causes you to look up at Wonwoo. 

“Oh? I’m home!” You announce giddily with your arms outstretched in a ta-da fashion. You kiss him on the cheek, another drunken habit of yours.  

Wonwoo’s face turns red. He was the biggest victim of your physical affection being your roommate and best friend, but being in love with you only made it harder for him to just write it off as drunken behavior.

“Y/N? God, for your health you need to drink in moderation!” He lovingly nags, opening the door wider for you to walk in. 

You stumble inside, sharing the events of the night with him as he untied your sneakers for you. “Mingyu ordered some Bacardi after dinner! What am I supposed to do, not drink with him?” 

Wonwoo simply shakes his head in disapproval, tapping your right knee lightly for you to lift your leg. He took off the shoe with ease and moved to the other foot. 

“I understand having a drink or two, but you have work in the morning,” He grunts, tapping your other leg as he takes off the remaining shoe. 

You stagger into the living room and collapse onto the coach, “No, I don’t. Tomorrow’s Saturday, silly.” 

Wonwoo grabs his phone and checks the date. You were right. “Still, drink some water and get to bed, yeah?” 

You hum, “Mm-hmm.” 

Wonwoo rolls his eyes before handing you a water bottle from the fridge, “Drink up.”

You twist open the cap of the water bottle as Wonwoo’s phone goes off, “Ooh, who is that? A new potential love interest?”

Wonwoo vehemently denies your speculation, “NO! I mean, um, no, it’s just Mingyu.”

You nod, satisfied, while sipping water. “Can you tell him I got home safe?” 

“Sure, go to bed though. And-”

“Make sure to sleep on my side, got it.” You finish his thoughts. 

As you lay in bed that night, your interactions with your guardian angel keep you up. He’s real. Jeonghan wasn’t an illusion. 

“Humans are so cute.” Jeonghan states while window shopping in front of a local boutique. 

“And why is that?” You humor him. Ever since the night when he found you drunk, Jeonghan and you made it a habit to have daily strolls in the morning together. Before the mundanity of the workday tired you out, you were able to converse with him and quickly became close.

He obtains the object that was once in the window with the snap of his fingers and holds it up for you to see, a Calico Critter. “I mean, what creative creatures you are to make something this cute!” 

“Jeonghan, put that back!” You order, unable to get over his powers. 

“You’re no fun,” he frowns, instantly making the Calico Critter go back to its original location as he resumes walking. 

You walk into the store, asking the owner if you could buy the item in the window. Jeonghan, still oblivious to this, looked at other shops’ windows and deliberated on what to grab and tease you about next. 

“Y/N, this suits you,” He turns to his side with a bracelet, only for you to be absent. It didn’t take long for you to catch up to him, displaying the new purchase on your palm. 

“I never said you couldn’t get it, I just didn’t want you to steal it with your powers,” You reason, grabbing his hand and placing the toy in it. You took note of the bracelet in his other hand, “Now is that bought or snatched again?” 

Within seconds he had returned it to its original location. Disappearing from your view completely. He waved his empty hands in front of you, “Returned.”

“That’s what I thought,” you triumphantly finish. 

“You’re no fun…” he starts again. 

“This is feeling like deja vu.” You scratch your head jokingly. 

“...thank you for the trinket though, I will cherish it.” His gaze was shifting all over the place, anywhere but your eyes. 

“You’re welcome, angel.” 

After a long day of work, you changed into your pajamas to unwind. It had been nearly six days since you last saw Jeonghan, but who was keeping track? You were trying your best to not be worried and finished work early which resulted in you getting home at 4:30 instead of the usual 6:30. 

 The neighbor next door kindly dropped off a variety of cookies for you and Wonwoo yesterday. Wonwoo took one bite of them earlier and texted that they were too sweet which only excited you. Wonwoo could handle spice really well while you loved overly sweet food, so whenever he said something was too sweet you knew it would match your palate. You grabbed a handful of cookies to accompany the glass of milk you just poured. 

With your snacks, you slid into your usual spot on the couch. Nothing beats lounging with dessert. The theme song to your favorite program began playing and you found yourself laughing in no time.

After the show, you tuned in to the highly anticipated drama that began airing last week. Its premise was of an angel falling for a mortal and since you now knew an angel, it seemed like a fitting show to watch. Not even twenty minutes into the new episode, you critiqued the show.

“That’s so inaccurate, Jeonghan doesn’t even have wings? Does he?” You mutter to yourself. 

Jeonghan managed to occupy more space in your mind than you’d like. Four months had passed since your first encounter with him, yet it felt like you knew him your entire life. While he had witnessed you growing up, everything about him was new to you. The way his high-pitched laugh was drastically different from his deep voice. The way in which he carried himself, his natural laid-back attitude alongside his affinity for teasing you. You couldn’t help but miss him when it felt like you knew everything yet knew nothing about him. He intrigued you unlike anyone or anything before. 

You turned off the TV, sitting in silence while thinking about Jeonghan. 

Another day passed without him. About an hour ago, dinner ended with Wonwoo as he called it an early night. You both knew he planned to game in his room until dawn, but could pick up that he wanted alone time. You, on the other hand, weren’t in the mood to game tonight. Since the weather was calm, you decided to take a brisk walk in the local park. This walk would also be an opportunity to talk to Jeonghan since you missed him, but you’d never admit that to his face. 

There were very few people in the park which surprised you since last time you strolled it was fairly crowded. 

“How do the stars look from up there?” You wondered out loud. 

Jeonghan appears out of thin air, “Brighter?”

You clench your grip on your tote bag, not once being able to evade him scaring you. His attempt to describe stars makes you laugh at his lack of sentimentality. 

“What a great way to describe it, Jeonghan.” 

“Well, I can always take you up there and you can enjoy the night sky from a view you’ve never seen before,” he offers, extending his hand out for you to hold. 

You were unaware that such a wish could be granted. You wanted to ask where he’d been or if he was okay, but asking was easier said than done. Taking his hand, you were still full of other questions before going. “Won’t the difference in altitude make me sick? Plus space is like a vacuum so it’s dangerous for humans, right? It all has to affect me somehow…” 

“As long as you’re with me, you’re safe,” He reassures you. 

You squeeze his hand, ready to go wherever he took you. That signal alone was enough for him to transport you both onto a nearby asteroid. 

The stars were seemingly limitless in quantity. Cameras don’t pick up on every detail that the human eye does, but the difference from satellite photos to what you were witnessing was crazy. 

“It’s breathtaking,” you sigh in awe at the abundance. 

“It is, isn’t it? Even we as angels don’t know how many different universes exist. The unknown is beautiful.” 

You stargaze together in silence, letting time slip away. 

Jeonghan cleared his throat after a while, “If we leave Earth now, you and me,” he begins, “the end will arrive.”

“End to what?”

“The end of your suffering, my starflower. We can just live here, you know,” He tempts. 

You sit in silence for a long while, weighing your options. Not having to wake up everyday and work your routine and mundane job. Not having to see Hansol with his new spouse. not having to stress about family drama back home…it all sounded too good to be true. 

“I can’t stay here, Jeonghan,” You refuse his offer, backing away from him. 

“Why not? Is this not what you have wished for? I can give you both happiness and romance. Convincing Wonwoo to come here should be no issue,” He proposes to bring Wonwoo as a friend. Hoping maybe you would sway at the mention of him. But it proved to be futile, as you only backed up from him even more. Jeonghan couldn’t help but think: What do they want then? What could be better than eternal happiness and love?

“Jeonghan, happiness here is too easy.  Human life is beautiful because of the successes and the failures. If I escape my life on Earth and stay here, such a desolate place, that’s not truly living.” 

Before Jeonghan can reply, a piercing nonstop ringing causes him to cover his ears. It was a sound he hated being all too familiar with. 

“Jeonghan, what do you hear?” 

“A call from heaven,” he explains, “I will transport you back to your place, you cannot stay here alone.” The fast pace of his words moved with the fast pace of his actions. Before you could protest, you were back in your living room. Alone.

“State your identification number,” the clerk orders him.

“1004,” Jeonghan obediently provides.

“Human-given name?”

“Yoon. Jeong. Han.” He makes sure to enunciate each syllable slowly. 

“The Great One’s mission?”

“To oversee humans’ happiness and protect them from harm,” He could recite the mission in his sleep. If angels did sleep. 

“Your overseer shall be with you in a moment,” the clerk informs him, not even sparing a glance as they move to the next person in line. 

A moment later in angel time is practically a month, but it only feels like a couple hours for humans. He was trying to be cautious of what time it was by you since he didn’t want you to worry too much. 

Your response to his offer was expected, but he couldn’t help tempting you. It’s the ideal life, a life that he wishes he could give you.

“1004, why have you gone against the Almighty and fled your duties?” The oh-too-familiar booming voice of his overseer transports him into the Judgement Room. This is worse than I thought.

“I want to stay with Y/N. Believe me, if I could take back my actions I would.” Jeonghan vowed. 

“You must repent for the sins you have committed,” His overseer doubles down, “just now, you have tempted them again in living with you.”

“I knew they wouldn’t accept. I was just fulfilling my own desires,” Jeonghan explains.  

“You never learn, 1004. You will always be selfish,��� his overseer pulls out a scroll and begins to read the punishment for Jeonghan. 

Jeonghan experienced a searing pain on his left arm as a countdown was etched onto his skin. Branding was practically a death sentence for an angel. 

“Those are the days that you have left on Earth. Use them wisely.”

You rushed to his side, unable to hide your curiosity with what happened. 

“So, are they accepting you back as an angel?”

“Something like that,” he faintly smiles at you, watching you practically jump up and down in joy for him. 

How could he tell you the truth when you were so happy for him?

“That’s amazing, Jeonghan!” You beam. 

“You shine like the stars, Y/N.” His unexpected compliment startles you, but you quickly brush it off that he’s excited about being accepted again.

“Always a flatterer, Jeonghan.” You fake groan, secretly happy from his words. 

“What do you think our life would look like if we were both regular humans?” You ask Jeonghan. Wonwoo was visiting his family for the weekend, leaving the apartment to yourself. Well, you and Jeonghan. 

“Why do you ask that, my starflower?” He asks back, continuing to draw soft traces of circles on your body. 

“I don’t know…weren’t you ever curious? I know I’m curious about how I would act as an angel. I guess it could just be human nature to be greedy in imagining the impossible.” You speculate, going on a tangent near the end. 

He smiles at your curiosity. 

Soon, Jeonghan. You have to tell them soon. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you, not after you had just opened your soul up to him. It would hurt too much. So he promised himself that he’d tell you a different day. 

Although Jeonghan was a fallen angel, he was still able to watch your life play out in real-time. As the countdown number on his arm dwindled down it became much more difficult for him to put up a front with you. He relied on watching you from afar, a skill he utilized for most of his life. As more days passed, the pain became more constant and unbearable. The mark was invisible to the human eye, one aspect he’s thankful for. 

Jeonghan waited for the clock to turn midnight. The second it did, the scorching sensation became present on his left forearm without fail. The number slowly and excruciatingly was rewritten from 3 to 2, indicating he only had two days left on Earth. Two days left with you. Knowing his time is nearing to a close is one thing, but the fact that he would never see you again weighed down on his heart more. 

Tears trickled down his face one by one and he let himself feel his emotions until there were no more tears left to cry. He knew angels were unable to stay on Earth, but for some reason he thought the higher ups would make an exception. He wanted to stay by your side, but the inevitable was bound to happen.  

“Should we go to my hometown?” You excitedly ask Jeonghan as you take another morning stroll together. Except this time, it was the early morning. You were unable to fall asleep and  He had taken you to a nearby beach, making sure it wasn’t going to be crowded. 

Today’s Jeonghan’s last day. With every fiber of his being he wanted to visit your hometown, but he was afraid of disappearing before you made it there. It was evident that he was absorbed in his own thoughts, still not answering your suggestion. 

He trips while walking but before he falls, you catch him. As you catch him, he grabs his stomach, clearly in pain. “Jeonghan? What’s going on?”

He could only look at you with a pained expression before breaking the news, “I have to go back now.” 

A bright white glow emits from his arm. This was wrong, he didn’t seem happy about going back…

“Can’t we go together?” You asked in a hurry. “This doesn’t seem right, I changed my mind! I want to go with you and we can live together!”

“Y/N, you know we can’t.” With each second passing, he was becoming more transparent. “You have to live here, and live happily for me. Prove that my time on Earth was worth it,” His voice started to fade as well. You were struggling to hear him, his words coming out softer than a whisper. 

“Jeonghan, don't leave, please! I miss you even if you’re gone for a day, please don’t leave me.” Your distraught pleads were met with silence. He was gone from this world. Yet, you were unable to stop calling out his name. The reality of his words were unable to reach you. 

“I have so much to tell you though,” You managed to say between sobs, “why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

Similar to the first night you found him, you felt yourself getting dizzy. One by one your memories with Jeonghan played in your head, like a montage. Yet after each memory finished, you found it harder to remember the previous one. Losing memories of Jeonghan was was your worst fear that you weren’t aware of until it was too late.

At times, you felt that something was off. The most aggravating part is that you could never quite place your finger on it. You found yourself waking up in the night often, wiping tears from your eyes. Waking up in a cold sweat was another regular occurrence lately. Your dreams always had a recurring person who would save you, but just as you were about to see their face, the dreams would be cut short. 

You went through each day simply going through the motions, incapable of figuring out what felt missing in your life. It was a sense of loss. But loss of what?

It felt as if you were a shell of yourself, unable to find joy in anything. Your friends and family had all been very understanding during this time, but each attempt to do anything was met with a greater lack of motivation. 

Wonwoo had accidentally spilled water on your Nintendo Switch. Sleepy Wonwoo with no glasses in the morning was a recipe for disaster. But his friend recommended this place, raving about the employees’ abilities so you thought to give it a go.

“Why hello there, Y/N.” A voice greets you as you walk into the electronic repair shop. 

“Do I know you?” You look the person up and down, certain you didn’t know them. 

“No, sorry about that! Your name is on your tote bag,” He explains, pointing to the bag hanging over your shoulder. 

“Ah, I see,” you reply, taking out the damaged gaming console. “I was wondering if you would be able to repair this anytime soon?”

“What is the issue?” He asks, inspecting the electronic.

“My roommate spilled water on it and didn’t realize until hours after…” You explain.

“Oh, it’s just water? That’s an easy fix! It would’ve been more trouble if the liquid was sticky or something. We should be able to get this back to you in about four days.” He diagnoses, providing an estimate to pick it up.

You smile wide, “Thank God! I’ve been worrying about if it would be broken forever.”

“No need to worry, you’re safe as long as you’re with me,” he promises.

An immense feeling of deja vu hits you, but not long before realizing what the employee said.

“You mean my Nintendo Switch, right?” 

“Right! Sorry it’s been a long day,” He smiles warmly at you. 

You’re positive that working in customer service requires one to try their best to please their customers, but his smile felt too intimate. The employee waits for you to say something, confused by your silence. 

“Sorry! How much will it be?”

“About $60. Can I have a number and name for the order? Your number is only us to contact you once your order is ready for pickup.” 

You share your number before introducing yourself, “I’m Y/N L/N. You are?”

His attention breaks from the computer in which he was inputting your information. “I’m Yoon Jeonghan. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you too, Jeonghan.” You reach out to shake his hand. He shakes it and you complete your payment before heading out of the shop.

Jeonghan watches you walk away, convinced that there was a soft warm glow around your body.

You still shine brighter than the stars, my starflower. 

#t: fic #m: jeonghan #p: mxr #AU: fantasy #g: angst #g: fluff #au: non idol #cw: blood ment #cw: fainting #cw: religious themes #tw: alcohol #cw: depression

[caratwritersclub]

i saw your dokyeom love language headcannon and i enjoyed reading it 🥰🥰 i was wondering if you could do mingyu’s love language or soft moments with mingyu (currently in my mingyu feels 🙈🥹)

loving moments with mingyu

pairing: kim mingyu x gn!reader genre: fluff, headcanon warnings: none a/n: thank you for requesting anon! yeah... i am officially opening applications bc i need a mingyu in my life... want that ikea kind of luv

✿ Okay, every time I think of this man I just feel like he is sooooo good at making you feel comfy and bc of that I feel like he’s the type that can make you have fun doing things you usually do alone

For example things like household chores? I absolutely hate having to clean my entire house, but I just know mingyu would make it so cute

He’d wake you up on a Saturday morning (his favorite day to clean), and pepper you with kisses until you smile and give in and for some reason you can’t find it in yourself to be annoyed that he’s so excited to vacuum the house.

But he’ll put on cheesy slow dance music even though you’re both still in your pajamas with bedhead and he’ll hold the handle of the vacuum as a microphone as he sings (screams) along to the music while you’re wiping down the tabletops.

As soon as he’s done, he’s immediately running to you to pull you away from the table to spin you around until you’re both laughing and absolutely exhausted from cleaning.

✿ Another thing he would make so fun is assembling furniture. Like imagine going to Ikea with him and having a blast, ice cream cone in hand as he puts on a silly accent and sits at a fancy dining table and calls himself “Sir picklehead” as he pretends to serve you tea.

And then after finally picking out the perfect nightstand, coming home and he dumps out all the pieces, and it’s a mess and you can’t find the ONE screw you absolutely need, because Mingyu ripped open ALL the packs of screws at once…

You still can’t help but feel your heart flutter because he’s trying his best to hold the pieces together while reaching his other arm under the couch to find the screw and he just looks silly and so damn cute

#a: pepperonidk #m: mingyu #p: mxr #g: fluff #t: headcanon

[caratwritersclub]

A Poem a Day (svt smau)- four: percolating love

Summary: When Mingyu literally falls head over heels for someone, he has no idea what to do. What happens when he gets help (and a little meddling) from his friends? it definitely won't be boring, that's for sure.

Pairing (for the chapter): Kim Mingyu x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre (for the chapter): fluff, humor, college au

Word count: 824

Warnings (for the chapter): none

Rating (for the chapter): PG

The door to the small cafe jingled as you walked through it, your eyes scoping out the available tables and your nose being filled with the smell of coffee and pastries. You found the only empty booth over by the window and snuck over to grab it before anyone else could. The cafe was in the middle of your campus quad and was also packed with students studying and getting their much needed caffeine.

After sliding into the booth and setting your backpack next to you, you checked the time on your phone. Mingyu should be walking in anytime now.

As if the universe was listening to your thoughts, the door made the same jingling noise as it did when you walked in and the tall, cinnamon-eyed man appeared in the cafe.

His eyes scanned the place, finally spotting you in the booth by the window. You were pulling books and a notebook out from your backpack and arranging them on the table in front of you. He smiled and made his way over to you, stopping at the side of the table to say “Hi, Y/N,” in a slightly airy tone.

“Hey, Mingyu,” you said back, surprised at how model-like he actually was in person. His hair was a little on the long side, his bangs brushing the tops of his eyebrows and he had a small beauty mark on the tip of his nose that brought some pretty to his masculinity.

His voice snapped you from your awe. “Sorry, what was that?” you asked.

“I just noticed you hadn’t gotten any coffee yet, so I was offering to get you some,” Mingyu said with a small chuckle, whether it was out of his own nervousness or you spacing out, you weren’t sure.

“Oh! Yes, that would be nice. A medium mocha?” you replied.

“You got it,” he smiled again, sliding the bookbag he had on his shoulders to the seat across from you and heading up to the counter. So far you were feeling comfortable with your decision to meet him this early in your friendship.

A few minutes later, he was setting a steaming cup down in front of you and sliding into the booth across from you with his own cup. He started pulling out his own study materials from his book bag. “I know you’ve only sent one so far, but I think your poem was really sweet,” you said.

Mingyu dropped one of his books on the floor out of nervousness (at least that was most of it) and you laughed a little as you picked it up and handed it back to him. “Thanks,” he mumbled, hoping you didn’t pick up on anything other than his nerves from meeting you.

He cleared his throat and posed a new question as a distraction, “I suggested we study together but I realized I didn’t even ask, what’s your major?”

“Basic English major for now, until I decide what kind specifically,” you said. “What about you?”

“General studies, my true passion is cooking though,” he mused, and you could tell there was more of a story there.

“Cooking?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I always liked cooking for my group of friends. The kitchen has always been my happy place.” He elaborated, getting a little too excited and smacking his knee on the table.

“That’s neat!” you exclaimed and you truly did think it was. You were also beginning to understand what Jun meant by saying he was clumsy- it was a very endearing trait.

After talking about school a little more, the two of you settled into studying. You were reading a textbook and scribbling down notes in the spiral bound you had open next to it, when you heard a groan come from Mingyu’s side of the table.

He had a math book open and it looked like he had erased the answer to the problem he was working on multiple times, eraser shavings covering the area in front of him.

“Um, would you like some help? I’m actually pretty good at Math despite being an English major,” you asked, tentatively. You didn’t want to step on his ego if he had one, but he was cute and you wanted to help him.

“Yeah. Please,” he said, sheepishly with an adorable half smile on his face. You smiled back and came over to the bench he was sitting on, sliding in next to him. Your arm brushed against his side and you swore your heart beat loud enough for him to hear it.

You looked at his textbook, seeing what he needed to do. “You need to use this formula,” you said, pointing to it in the book. You looked up to see if he was listening and came practically nose to nose with him. The pit of your stomach was filled with butterflies and you could feel his breath on your cheek.

Could you ignore what was happening?

CHAPTER THREE | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER FIVE

A/N: Yay they finally met in person!

Taglist: @wonwooslibrary @wonwoosbookshelf @the-boy-meets-evil @flowerboykun @shuadotcom @tbzhub @kimsohn

Please send an ask to be added to the taglist!

#a: kthpurplesyou #p: mxr #m: mingyu #g: fluff #g: humor #au: college #t: drabble

[caratwritersclub]

KISS ME THRU THE PHONE - KIM MINGYU

word count: 0.4k...

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

synopsis: you and your boyfriend go out to eat for lunch.

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, bf!mingyu, established relationship, domestic

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: no editing!! just lost my mind over mingyu's ig post and needed to post a quick drabble. title is inspired by the song kiss me thru the phone by club boybnd.

“Mingyu, I’m almost there! I thought you went to the restaurant next door so I ended up asking if you were there and describing you for like ten minutes. Then, I checked the address and realized I went to the wrong place…” You explain to your boyfriend. 

“No worries! I just ordered some drinks for us when the server came by. An Americano for me, a lemonade for you.” He explains, secretly plotting how to make you flustered. “Actually I do know one way you could make it up to me…” 

“Make it up to you?” The quizzical tone in your voice is evident. 

“Y/N, kiss me through the phone!” 

“Muah!” You made a kiss noise quietly, cautious of any passersby hearing you. You and Mingyu had been dating for nearly three years, his antics didn’t throw you off anymore. 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” He teases, wanting more. 

“MUAH!” You reply louder, startling the people waiting in line by the host stand. Quickly apologizing to those around you, you whisper back into your phone, “Kim Mingyu, you are so going to get it when I find our table…”

“You’re here? I’m near the door for the patio!”

“Got it, see you in a sec.” You hang up, walking past the people waiting to be seated. 

Mingyu was impossible to miss, brightening up the entire restaurant. He stands up when he sees you and makes his way over to you with the biggest smile adorn on his face. His arms open wide before engulfing you in a hug. 

“My precious Y/N, I missed you so much!” 

“You just saw me this morning.” You laugh, hugging him back. 

“But?” He pouts. 

“But, I missed you too!” 

Finally breaking away from the hug you both sit down. You look at your boyfriend and request, “Can I have your keys real quick?”

Mingyu obliges with no questions. He tilts his head sideways, intently watching you put a puppy keychain onto his keyring. 

“Do you like it?” You hand it back to him, waiting for his reaction. 

“No,” he pauses dramatically, “I love it!”

You let out a sigh of relief, reaching for your lemonade to drink. You swiftly take your keys out of your pocket, revealing a matching keychain. 

“Ah! You’re the cutest ever! You know that, right?” He squeals, grazing his fingers over your keychain and admiring it.

“Trust me, Gyu. I know. You only remind me every second I’m awake. Wait, even more than that because you text me when I’m sleeping too…” You smile shyly. 

He leans over and showers you in countless smooches all over your face before ending with a peck on your lips. 

“What was that for?” 

“For kissing me through the phone.” He smirks, passing you a menu to order from.

#m: mingyu #t: drabble #p: mxr #g: fluff #au: non idol #AU: Domestic #au: established relationship

[caratwritersclub]

can you explain dk love language please 💜

dokyeom's love language

pairing: lee seokmin x gn!reader genre: fluff, headcanon warnings: food mentions a/n: I am catching up on my inbox requests and it's been so long since I received this i'm so sorry anon but here you go <3

✿ ok personally i think dk is the love language collector because i feel like the way he shows his love is a combination of all of them (physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service, and gifts -- but less so on the gifts)

✿ i think it's a big deal for him to be able to show his love for people based on his own abilities, and less so with physical tokens like gifts

✿ when i try to imagine what dk's love looks like, the first thing that comes to mind is their tipsy live where he was comforting jihoon, where he just kept him close and kept affirming his feelings

✿ honestly, i think he's the type to never let the day end without telling you he loves you, and makes sure that every conversation on the phone ends in "i love you"

✿ however he's also the type to show he loves you by preparing you a meal after a long day or when you're sick, and when he can't, he reminds you he loves you by asking if you've eaten yet.

✿ he loves to touch you, in the most innocent sense of the word, to remind you that he's there with you -- he wants to be an anchor for you, to bring you back to reality when you get too lost in your own anxiety

✿ that being said, i also think dokyeom is VERY emotionally intelligent, moreso than some of the other members. he can read other people's emotions very well, but more than that, he can tell how to best respond to them.

✿ I also think this means he's better at expressing his emotions, so he's never mincing his words when he tells you how much you mean to him. (In other words, his sweet nothings are more like sweet everythings because he means exactly what he says)

✿ it's easy to say he'll do anything to put a smile on your face, but moreso, he takes the time to remember what makes you smile and he makes it a personal goal to keep making you smile

#a: pepperonidk #m: dk #p: mxr #g: fluff #t: headcanon #cw: food mention

[caratwritersclub]

in other words, i love you | ksy

member: soonyoung x gn!reader genre: fluff, light angst, roommates!au, 4+1 things, dance student!soonyoung, student!reader, technically college!au but it's not mentioned word count: 2009 summary: four times you jokingly confess to soonyoung, and the one time he seriously confesses to you. warnings: swearing, an argument, a couple loving shoulder smacks bc i think they're cute, mentions of food/eating, y/n bullies soonyoung but it's all loving don't worry! author's note: i finished this after months instead of writing the wonwoo birthday thing that i'm supposed to post in like ten days lmao oops but a big shout out to @kthpurplesyou for beta reading this for me!! bee, i love u sm you've become such a good friend of mine over the past couple months !! i love all your writing and aaaa ur just amazing thank you !!! i am now on my way to work so have a wonderful day everyone & enjoy some short soonyoung fluff <3

The First. 

What is one thing that everyone wishes was free all the time? Of course, it’s food, and you were definitely someone who loved free food. So, when you saw the new ramen and boba place in the local mall was open, you were convinced. Your goal for today: get Soonyoung to pay for your lunch..

“Soonie, you love me, don’t you?” you questioned your best friend, tugging a bit on his sleeve. 

“I cannot believe you even had to ask that! Of course I do!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a quick, but meaningful hug. 

“Okay so, if you love me like you say you do…” your voice droned on. “You should totally take me to the new boba shop. Please!” you held out the end of the word, begging the man.

Soonyoung looked away from you and moved his gaze to the ceiling of the store before he sighed. 

Exhaling loudly, he grabbed your hand and walked with you towards the restaurant. You quickly cheered with the hand that wasn’t in Soonyoung's. 

After arriving and ordering, you picked an empty booth to sit in as you both waited for your order number to be called.

"Thanks for paying, Soonie." 

Soonyoung smiled, his teeth showing. "You're welcome, I-" He was interrupted by the sound of their order number being called. 

Soonyoung stood up. "I'll grab them." 

“Are you sure? It might be a lot for you to carry by yourself,” you tried to stand up to help. “Let me help you.” 

Soonyoung put his hand on your right shoulder and lightly pushed you to sit down again. “It’s fine, I got it.” 

Coming back to the table from the second (and last) trip to get their food, Soonyoung sat back down across from you, making quick work of taking his wooden chopsticks apart. 

Immediately picking up your boba, you began swinging your legs a bit before speaking with a bright smile. 

"Soonieee!" 

Lifting his head up from his rice to look at you, Soonyoung smiled brightly. "Yeah?" 

"I love you," you took another sip of your tea. "And boba. I think I love boba more though." 

Soonyoung laughed. "I'm starting to think that you like the boba more than my friendship."

The Second. 

“Hey Y/N, do you want to do something today?” 

Looking up from your novel, you focused your gaze on Soonyoung. “It depends. Where do you want to go?” 

“They opened a new arcade down the street from that bookstore you really like. I wanted to check it out sometime, so I was just thinking that you could  join me.” 

You smiled. “Of course I’ll go with you Soon! Give me like ten minutes to get ready?” You gestured to the pajamas that you were currently lounging in. 

“Of course! I’m so excited!” Soonyoung sprinted off back to his room, most likely preparing the most ridiculous outfit imaginable. 

You shook your head and got up from the couch after placing the receipt-bookmark on the page before closing the novel. 

After getting dressed and grabbing a quick snack from the kitchen, you sat and waited patiently for Soonyoung, who sprinted down the stairs and stumbled about half way through, tripping a bit and catching himself on the wall. 

Of course, as one does when their best friend almost faceplants, you laugh. “Good going. You should do that again so I can record it.” 

Soonyoung, peeling himself from the wall, gave you an exasperated look. “Ha ha ha,” he walked into the kitchen. “Very funny.” 

You looked up at him. “You’re right. It was.” 

Soonyoung smacked your shoulder lightly before grabbing his keys off the counter. “You ready to go?” 

“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.” 

About twenty minutes later, you learned that you should never agree to going to an arcade with Soonyoung. You watched from the sidelines, sweating, as he absolutely demolished the DDR machine he found in the corner of the small inner-city arcade. 

Winning another round (and yet again breaking the highest score), Soonyoung got off the arrow-covered platform and walked to where you were sitting. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to challenge me again? I can go easy on you!” Soonyoung smiled, his gums showing. 

Laughing loudly, you argued with the man. “If you think I’m getting back on that,” you looked at the platform in disgust. “Thing, you’re absolutely insane. I love you so damn much Soonyoung, but you can’t pay me to get back on that.” 

Soonyoung scoffed. “It’s not that hard!”  “I’m sure you don’t think it is!”

The Third. 

The first thing you noticed after the countless minutes of sitting in this brightly lit room was that it was hot. You were leaning against the wall, phone on a tripod focused on Soonyoung’s movements in the wall-length mirror. 

“Soonyoung!” you whined. Across the large room, Soonyoung looked up from the ground, his thoughts interrupted. 

“Yeah?” 

“Is there no air conditioning here? Like come on, it’s a dance practice room! Do they expect their dancers to die from heat every day?” 

Soonyoung smiled, “They’re working on fixing it right now. Something broke somewhere in the building so now the whole floor is not getting AC.” 

“That’s awful. Terrible. A crime to humanity!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I'm here every day. Though, they said it should be done within the next couple of days, so don’t worry about it.” 

Soonyoung begins the music again, and he begins dancing his routine, movements sharp and well crafted. But, as Soonyoung dances, the temperature of the room increases, and there is only so much a couple of revolving fans can do. 

When Soonyoung is done dancing, he turns to face you. “How was that?” 

You nodded and clapped. “It was amazing! Though, I’m dying. You’re lucky I love you, otherwise I would have left an hour ago.” 

Soonyoung smiled. “But you like the dance? I’ve been working on it for a while and I really just want to be done with it.” 

“Yeah! It’s amazing. You know that every dance you do is going to be perfect by the end of it! You’re incredibly talented!” 

“Thanks, Y/N. Let’s go back before you melt into a puddle that I have to mop up off the floor.” 

“We both know if that happened, you’d be making Chan mop the floor. There’s no way you’d do it yourself.”

The Fourth. 

The movie that was playing at full volume on Soonyoung’s TV was not your first choice, and you made that extremely clear to Soonyoung as you both sat next to each other on the couch for your weekly movie night. 

“I just don’t understand why you’d want to watch a horror movie when you know that you’re going to be more scared than the characters on the damn TV!” you argued to your best friend. 

“Oh, come on you scaredy cat! It’s not going to be too bad! Jihoon said this one wasn’t that bad!” 

Wrapping yourself in the blanket Soonyoung kept on the couch, you refuted the statement. “There is a 99 percent chance that Jihoon was saying that just to fuck with you in hopes you get so scared you call him crying so he can laugh at you.” 

Soonyoung thought about your statement for a second before wrapping his arm around you. “Okay, while you do have a point there,” he began, “I don’t think Jihoon hates me that much!” 

“While he might not hate you that much, he doesn’t love you like I do---of course he’d pull a useless prank on you like that.” Once the words came out of your mouth, you could feel your heart start beating faster at the words you just said. It feels…different, somehow. 

“Of course! He can’t love me nearly as much as you do!” Soonyoung yays, hugging you and rubbing his hair into your cheek.

Grimacing, you complain, “Okay, okay, please get your greasy hair off of my face.” Placing one of your hands on Soonyoung’s hairline, you push him away. 

Soonyoung lets go of the hug and leans to the other direction, pouting. “Y/N doesn’t love me anymore!”

The One. 

“Soonyoung! Did you seriously?” you mutter to yourself. After a long day in classes and stressing about the endless amount of assignments you have to do, the last thing you wanted was to come home to the shared apartment and see piles of dirty dishes by the sink. Of course, it wasn’t only the dishes that upset you: the living room was a mess of snack wrappers and empty water bottles and the TV was still on, the sleep screen lighting up the living room. The couch and coffee table were both pushed out of the way to create Soonyoung’s mini dance studio in the living room. 

“Kwon Soonyoung! Where are you?” you yelled up the stairs. 

Soonyoung peeked his head out of his bedroom door to see you halfway up the stairs. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Did you forget to do something?” Soonyoung tilted his head, thinking. 

“I don’t think I forgot to do anything? Why?”

“The sink is filled with dishes! Didn’t you say you were going to stop doing that? And the living room is a mess! None of the furniture is put back and there are wrappers everywhere! You promised that you wouldn’t leave stuff around all the time!” you angrily tell your best friend off. 

“I’m sorry! I forgot about it, I’ll go clean everything right now!” Soonyoung came out of his room and headed towards the stairs. 

“No, it's fine. I got it, just-” you sighed heavily. “Actually remember to do your chores next time, and put the living room back together.” With that, you walked back down the stairs to the kitchen, but Soonyoung was hot on your tail. 

“It’s not fine! The dishes were my chore and it’s my mess in the living room, just- move and I’ll do it.” Soonyoung began cleaning the dishes out of the sink in order to fill it with water. 

You tilted your head down to the floor, eyes watering. The angry reaction you had was finally hitting you, making you feel terrible about yelling at your best friend. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, Soon.” You wiped a tear off your face. “I really d-didn’t mean to. I've just had an awful day and I didn’t think about what I was doing or saying.” 

Soonyoung turned to face you, hands covered in suds. “Y/N, it’s fine. Please don’t cry,” he wiped his hands on the closest towel to him before wrapping his hands around your upper arms and making eye contact. 

“I promise everything is fine -- you were right to yell at me, because I did promise you I would stop doing these things. I love you, Y/N, more than anything, and that doesn’t stop just because you told me off for something.” 

Your eyes widened as Soonyoung kept talking. This action led Soonyoung to make a similar face, finally realizing what he said. 

“You…love me? That much?” you questioned in a meek voice, still wide-eyed. 

Soonyoung’s cheeks turned red and he looked away before whispering a small, “Yeah, I do.” 

When he finally looked back at you, he smiled. “Yeah,” he spoke louder. “I didn’t mean to say it in this context,” He looked around quickly. “But I guess now is better than never.” 

The dried tears on your cheeks begin to stiffen, but it doesn’t stop you from smiling as widely as physically possible. “I love you too, Soonie.” 

You wrapped your arms around your best friend newfound lover, tightly squeezing. Of course, Soonyoung hugged you back. 

You both quickly pulled apart when two voices scared you. 

“Soonyoung? Are you guys done making out in the middle of the kitchen?” 

“Hi, Y/N!” 

Turning around, you saw Soonyoung’s friends, Seungkwan and Seokmin. 

“Hi guys,” you began. “I guess that explains the living room being a mess?” you ask Soonyoung. 

He nods, laughing a bit. “Yeah.”

You smile. Of course. 

#a: wonwooslibrary #m: hoshi #p: mxr #g: fluff #g: angst #au: roommates #au: college #t: fic #cw: swearing #cw: arguing #cw: food ment

[caratwritersclub]

→ genre: this is just rlly sad tbh, angst, established relationship, lovers to strangers.

→ pairing: boxer seungcheol x female reader.

→ feat: jungkook from bts.

→ warnings!: seungcheol turns into kind of an asshole, swearing, an actual physical fight happens, boxing y'know, mentions of overworking and relationship neglect, gaslighting? ITS SAD, don't you say I didn't warn you, also English's not my first language so excuse my grammar 💀

→ synopsis: Ambition was the trait that made you most attracted to Seungcheol, but lately it was the thing that has been tearing you apart.

→ word count: 5k-ish

"C'mon Cheol, kill that mother fucker!"

The holler coming out of your throat came out raspy and filled with enthusiasm and anxiety as you leaned into the ring and slammed both of your hands against it.

The screams inside the stadium seemed to increase after your voice stood out of the rest making a whole mess of the crowd.

Your eyes were filled with expectation but you could feel the anxiety in your stomach and how horribly worried you were about how tense your body was and the crippling headache that was starting to hammer on the back of your head.

Soonyoung gave you a small pat on the back for support as he stared with an expecting gaze at his apprentice.

Seungcheol's body fell back a little bit by a punch coming into his jaw, however, he didn't let his opponent take advantage of it and quickly responded with a hook that went straight to the guy's side.

You harshly bit your lip and felt how your eyes were filling up with tears by all the emotions going through your head.

You didn't always get a chance to come to your boyfriend's fights, but this always happened. The anxiety of a possible knockout always got the best of you even when Seungcheol had all the advantages.

You had seen how a match could totally turn around by just one hook or punch into the gut and how easily it was to knock out a person in two seconds, and even though you trusted Seungcheol with all your heart and supported him in this, it always worried you to death.

Seungcheol's opponent flinched and took two steps back from the loss of air that the hook gave him. However, Seungcheol didn't miss out on the opportunity to connect three more punches into the guy's jaw and head.

"Come on Seungcheol!"

And a final hook to the stomach was all it took to push the guy back and make him fall making the ring shake.

The referee quickly kneeled down to see the fighter's condition.

You took a quick breath and kept it in your lungs.

Please stay down and be okay, please stay down and be okay.

"Kang can't continue the fight, Choi wins!"

The referee's voice resonated on the whole stadium by the speakers and it went straight to your pounding head.

A solid scream came out of your mouth as you quickly slipped into the ring under the last rope and rushed your way to him.

Seungcheol turned your way and lifted both his fists letting out a victory scream before wrapping his arms around you.

You could feel his sweaty chest against your cheek but you grew used to it and never found it disgusting somehow.

You pulled out of the hug after a few seconds and grabbed his head with both your hands, leaving a long peck into his lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

Even though the kiss didn't have any movement, it had plenty of emotions. Excitement, pride, relief but all of those emotions came from the deep love you both had for each other.

The smile and eyes that your boyfriend gave you after pulling apart from the kiss made you melt into his gaze. His sweet dimples and shiny doe eyes make you lose your mind every time.

Sometimes you really questioned how he could look at you with such love and treat you with such care and gentleness when barely some seconds before he was connecting punches into another guy's body.

But it somehow brought you warmth and a feeling of fullness in your chest. It felt like you were the only person who had this side of him and that made you feel extremely selfish but also incredibly happy.

Your little moment was interrupted when Hoshi pushed Seungcheol's head to the side, moving both of your attention to the blonde haired trainer. who had a huge proud smile on his face.

"That's my boy!"

Hoshi gave Seungcheol a little punch in the arm as your boyfriend laughed and left your side to hug his trainer.

You pursed your lips in a smile noticing how the tears that filled your eyes were now wetting your cheeks. The feeling of pride could be felt on your whole body. You were so incredibly proud of him and how far he had gotten since the moment you two met, from the moment he told you he wanted to pursue boxing as a professional and how no one was on his side.

But you were, since the very beginning, and apparently that's all he needed.

You sniffled your nose and walked to them, wrapping both of their necks with your arms and pulling them down into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you."

Seungcheol laughed and Hoshi whined in a teasing way.

"You should've heard how fucking annoying he was."

Seungcheol was sitting on one of the benches that were in the locker room as you dried his head with a towel while he hissed and complained about his opponent's attitude before reaching the ring. You were still inside the stadium.

Seungcheol always liked to stay a little longer than everyone else to wash up and take time to relax after the fight. And he liked doing this more when you were there with him to be able to share a chat before going home to directly sleep.

"He had a lot of strength though, he almost took me out twice but I refused to lose to a prick like him."

A chuckle came out of your mouth stopping your movements to dry his hair and turning to him.

"So this was all a pride thing?"

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow.

"Babe, it's always a pride thing when it comes to boxing."

This time you were the one raising your eyebrow.

"I thought it was the love for the sport."

Seungcheol did a gesture with his hand brushing off the fact.

"Sure, sure, but mainly it's pride."

You let out a subtle giggle before continuing to dry his hair.

"Well, your pride, love, and talent have taken you really far, you know? People have been stopping me on the streets to ask me about you more often."

Seungcheol raised both of his eyebrows in surprise, his eyes lost at some point in the showers trying to process what you had said to him.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

You finished drying his hair leaving the towel on the bench before sitting down beside him.

A comfortable silence filled the locker room as you tilted your head and gave a loving smile to your partner.

Seungcheol turned to you, his still damp charcoal hair falling into his face and small drips of water on his skin. His eyes were deep and looked into yours with love.

You found yourself losing your train of thoughts really often when it came to Seungcheol. He was just mesmerizing to look at, he had beautiful porcelain skin that now you were used to seeing with bruises and scratches from the fighting and his whole aura was just breathtaking.

You could feel yours filling up with tears once again.

The overwhelming feeling of pride and love filling your chest made you feel weak but at the same time so much strength.

"I'm so proud of you, I will always be."

Seungcheol's eyes suddenly we're not steady anymore, his eyebrows frowned to the center of his face and his eyes wandered around your whole face as if he was trying to memorize every single detail on it as his tongue licked his lips. He felt so lost in his thoughts before his dimples welcomes you into his smile as he pulled you by the neck into a warm hug.

If you felt mesmerized by your partner's presence you couldn't even imagine how you made him feel. Seungcheol loved every single part of you and was pretty sure he could draw your face on a perfect picture if he actually knew how to draw.

He knew every single wrinkle, mole, freckle and pore of your face from memory and would never grow tired of observing it for hours on end.

There were times where you would go on dates to the movies, or just have movie nights at home, or when you fell asleep faster than him or when he woke up first. And those were the moments that Seungcheol took to just stare into your face, body and almost soul. He would never grow tired of looking at you and every single time he did, he could feel how his chest grew tighter and how the love for you just grew and grew.

You chuckled into his skin that now smelled like soap and the minty scent of the cream he uses for soreness. The warmth brought by his body was so welcoming, cozy and it just felt right. Felt like you were supposed to be there and that you belonged there, with him.

His arms tighten against your body and you could feel how he let out a deep sigh.

"I love you so much, please never doubt that."

You were taken a bit back by the last words but you brushed it off, tightening your hold too.

"I won't."

The small bell rang as your entrance was announced in the old cafeteria.

It smelled like peanuts and cigarettes even though they didn't sell any products that contained peanuts, however, people smoking inside the establishment was common.

It didn't have the best coffee in the city, however, it had a 4 espresso shot iced Americano option and was open at the hour you needed it to be, so you grew to love it.

Also, the owner and cashier in there knew you and you had kind of formed a small friendship with them out of the 2 consecutive years you have religiously visited the establishment.

"Good morning Y/n, the usual?"

Jungkook gave you a gentle smile.

You smiled back and nodded.

"Good morning Gguk, yes, the usual, please. "

The black-haired man tapped the counter before responding.

"On the way."

You sighed and leaned back on your right leg, letting the left one rest as you patiently waited for your order.

It was 6:43 am, you entered work at 7:15 am and you were about a block away from the school you gave classes at.

You were an art teacher at a middle school. You had an art degree and even though you didn't specialize in any education ambit, you still ended up in there.

Actually, you ending up on a full time job there was never in your plans. Your father had insisted for you to apply to this school where his friend had retired as an art teacher and they were looking for a new one.

It took some pleading but you eventually agreed to do it as a part time job as you grew like an independent artist, however, you grew to fall in love with the job.

You adored teaching those middle schoolers and loved seeing them grow and take trust in you, so eventually you took it as a full time job.

"I saw you on TV."

You blinked, getting off your train of thought to look back at Jungkook. He was not looking at you, concentrated on his actions as he prepared your order.

"Really?"

You could see the start of a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, your guy really showed off, when I saw the height difference it got me a little nervous, but he handle it damn well."

He chuckled.

A feeling of pride filled your chest, every time someone mentioned Seungcheol. You gave him a closed lips smile.

"He was great."

You nodded.

"He's always great."

Jungkook didn't respond, opting for starting a new conversation.

"So, how's work?"

You shrugged.

"It's been good, been having a bit of trouble with some parents though."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is that so? Can I know why?"

You sighed and looked up, remembering the situation.

"To make it short, some parents dislike renaissance art, I have been having this problem for a while now, they were even going to start joining signatures to get me removed from the school and stuff."

Your response was followed by a quick glance Jungkook took at you before he was putting your order on the bar.

"That sounds awful, but I'm assuming everything is good now."

You nodded with a subtle smile.

"Yeah, everything's good now."

Jungkook smiled back and sighed before leaning away from the counter.

"Well, there's your beverage than, enjoy."

You quickly reached out for your bag in look for your credit card to pay the order but Jungkook interrupted your actions with his words.

"Leave it, Y/n that's on the house, in honor of Choi Seungcheol winning and you keeping your job."

You frowned and raised an eyebrow at him before continuing your search.

"I appreciate it Kookie but it wasn't me who won, and I can pay for it, you know?"

Jungkook chuckled.

"Oh, I know, but it's still my treat."

He pushed the cup of cold coffee in your direction before taking two septs back.

"Don't be ridiculous Jungkook, I'm pa-"

But the moment you raised your head to face him he was not on the place you had last seen him. You turned to the kitchen entrance and saw how his body disappeared inside.

"Oh, come on! Just let me play Jeon Jungkook."

"Bye, Y/n!"

You let out a huff and stared at the cup of coffee.

Sometimes you questioned Jungkook's weird way of acting towards you but Yoongi, the owner of the coffee shop insisted that he was like that with most people he liked (not in a romantic way) so you had nothing to worry about.

It was nice to talk to Jungkook though... you can't recall the last time you talked about your professional life with someone.

Your fingers lazily tapped the code into the apartment's door before it unlocked and opened.

A feeling of pressure immediately left your shoulders as you came inside your home, closing the door behind you and immediately getting rid of your shoes and hanging your bag on the cloak rack.

"I'm home~"

You said in a loud tone for your partner to hear you, however, you were surprised to notice all the lights turned off and a complete silence inside the apartment.

You frowned.

"Babe?"

Was he not back from training yet?

You took your phone out of your back pocket, turning it on.

A picture of Seungcheol hugging you by the shoulders and leaving a kiss in your temple that was taken by Month was your wallpaper and the hour of 8:16 pm said hi to you.

He should already be back.

Maybe he went out to buy something to eat but there was no sign of him even arriving. His gym bag was missing and so was the cap he always used to go training.

Maybe you had missed a text from him saying that he was going to spend extra time training.

Your fingers tapped the screen of your cellphone entering your messages and seeing no sign of one from Seungcheol.

"Well, that's weird."

You said to yourself as you walked directly to the room you shared with him as you entered the phone app and tapped into his name turning the phone to your ear as you opened the door.

But it went straight into voice mail.

Your frown deepened.

Was he okay? Was he already on his way? Did he go out to eat with Bang Chan? His phone ran out of battery?

The thing was that Seungcheol never let his phone run out of battery and he always made you aware of any delay of his arrival at home.

Maybe you were overreacting but maybe he was in trouble, I mean, he was now quite famous.

Maybe someone stole his phone.

You decided to call Soonyoung as you sat down on your bed.

It only rang two times before he replied.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Hoshi-ah."

"Hi Y/n, is everything ok?"

You nodded even though he couldn't see you.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just wondering if Cheol it's still with you. He hasn't gotten home and his phone is turned off."

There was a pause of some seconds before Hoshi responded.

"I mean, he left right when the training ended, he didn't even take a shower, he said he had some urgent stuff to do but I didn't question him."

"Oh..."

His answer left you puzzled.

He had stuff to do?

"Is everything okay?"

You blinked, snapping out of your train of thought.

"Oh, yeah yeah, just... call me if you know anything."

"Sure thing."

"Okay, thank you Hoshi-ah."

"No worries, girl, bye."

"Bye~"

He hung up.

Seungcheol had urgent stuff to do after training that he didn't tell you about.

I mean, yes he could have his things and maybe secrets but this was so unlike him.

You felt uneasy for some reason.

Come on Y/n, 4 years of relationship and he hasn't even once done something like this, and the first time he does you question everything.

You let your phone fall out of your hand and passed a hand through your hair.

"I'm being ridiculous."

You decided to let it be for now and go wash up. It was a stressful day. Apparently, a parent had complained, yet again, that you were being inadequate with your work when you thought your students about Renaissance art and their child had said you showed breasts and private body parts in class.

To your luck, the principal sided with you, yet again, and it didn't cause more than a headache from explaining to a middle age woman about how you couldn't censor art and such.

"Come on, a boob's not going to bite him."

But apparently, your comment was only funny to yourself.

You had finished washing up and were now drying your hair with a microfiber towel as you stared at your phone.

9:22 pm.

No text messages or calls from Seungcheol and you had tried to call him 8 times more just to be sent straight to voicemail again.

Was he really okay?

You pursed your lips, leaving the towel aside and grabbing your phone, and looking at it as if you staring deep into it was going to make a message or phone call appear.

You were really worried now. Maybe he had an accident... What if he was in a traffic accident and was now in a coma at the hospital?

"Oh shut the fuck up."

You said to yourself as you let out a deep sigh, letting your head fall back and close your eyes. 

But then the noise of the door's code being pulsed in made you jump in your place and practically run to the front door. 

You stumbled on your own feet but were there on time to see Seungcheol coming in. 

He was wearing his black cap even though it was now completely dark outside at this point. He let the gym bag fall to his feet as he took his shoes off.

"Babe?"

You called out making Seungcheol quickly lift his gaze and look at you. His eyes looked extremely tired and his body looked tense. 

"Hi, sweetheart."

Even though he looked completely drained he still gave you a sweet smile, oh how you loved those fucking dimples.

He walked to you and wrapped your body into a hug. He buried his nose on your freshly washed hair taking a deep breath as he held you close to him.

The warmth of his body made your own body melt against him, closing your eyes and passing your hands through his back, caressing it. 

"You're home late."

Your voice was million times more calm now and you could feel how all the anxiety and overwhelming feeling of worry left your body the moment he hugged you tight. 

"Yes, I'm sorry, my phone ran out of battery and I think someone stole my charger, couldn't find anyone who could borrow me theirs."

You just nodded after he finished talking, understanding the situation.

He pulled away from the hug and left a long kiss on your forehead. 

You closed your eyes to the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. 

A smile brushed your cheeks. 

"Where were you?"

He stared at your face for some seconds. Your eyes are closed, long eyelashes brush the top of your cheeks and your damp hair perfectly framing your face. A feeling of warmth started to fill his chest and his smile grew even larger. He was lucky to have you just as you were lucky to have him. 

"I just had extra training with Mingyu, I didn't tell Hoshi 'cause he gets all dramatic, you know him." 

You chuckled and nodded.

See? You got all anxious for nothing, you dramatic fucker. 

You opened your eyes and left a small peck on his lips before you two walked to your room.

"Did you have dinner?"

The question came out of your mouth as you went inside the bathroom again to put the products you used in their place. 

"Yeah, I grabbed a bite with Gyu!"

You could hear his voice coming out from the closet.

His answer made you a little bit sad. Dinner was always kind of your bonding time on busy weeks like this. But it was okay, you always had other days.

The thing is that the days of Seungcheol arriving late started to be even more frequent as time went by. And even though it made sense since he had to train harder as his rank and popularity grew, it still made you feel the sudden emptiness at home. 

The hour of his arrival was also becoming more uncertain and it kept being later and later and his part from home being earlier and earlier. 

It got to the point where you only saw him for some minutes in the morning and on Sundays, which were his rest days.

So it was just him laying down in bed, not up for pretty much anything. 

His attitude also started to change, now when he got home he didn't really announce himself, it went from spending the first minutes of his arrival hugging you and saying how much he missed you to him barely acknowledging you and going straight to take a shower to sleep. 

And you tried to take de initiative. You offered body massages that he declined saying he already had a physiotherapist to do that. The times you went up to him and said you missed him, he got a bit annoyed and said you were being clingy. You invited him to dinner which he also declined saying he didn't have time for going out and when you offered to cook at home he instantly complained at how insistent you were being and how it was easier for him to just have dinner with Mingyu or Hoshi. 

You also tried to offer to go out on Sundays, but it was obviously quickly turned down by him too. 

"Y/n, this is literally the only day I get to be at home and you want to go out, give me a break for god's sake."

But it seemed like he just didn't want to spend time with you because he also wasn't up for doing anything but staying in bed looking at his phone, and even though you were right beside him, he didn't acknowledge you once. 

And it hurt. 

It hurt to see your prospering relationship that had remained strong for 4 years starting to fall apart as his career was taking off. And you tried to convince yourself that it was just a bad moment, that you could pass through it, and that it was going to be gone soon. 

But as the days, weeks, and months passed by your hopes were starting to become weaker and weaker. 

Seungcheol was drowning himself in his passion, so greedy and ambitious. That ambition that you once adored was now the reason your whole relationship was flaking. 

Your hands were shaky as you were once again waiting for him. 

01:42 am was the hour marked on your phone. 

The apartment was freezing cold, but that's how Seungcheol had always liked it and it didn't bother you since he always made sure you didn't go through cold by keeping you close. But the nights now were horrible. You had to sleep with a sweatshirt on and a blanket over your head and the ache of his body turning to the opposite side of yours. And every time you tried to wrap your arms around him he just whined in his sleep and brushed your arms out. 

You remember the first time it happened it broke your heart, tears filled your eyes and you practically cried yourself as he slept safe and sound. 

It was now almost every night where you cried yourself to sleep while he was on the same bed, not noticing. 

You lifted your head at the sound of the code being pushed into the principal door, making you straighten your back and look over the sofa to see how Seungcheol's figure closed the door behind him, tossing his gym bag on the floor and getting rid of his cap and shoes. 

Your fists gripped into the hoodie you were wearing. It was his and it brought you comfort, comfort you had been looking for for the past months.

Seugncheol started to walk to the room but you stopped him.

"Babe."

He stopped on his feet before slowly turning to you. 

You knew your eyes were glassy and your nose and lips were still a bit red because of the crying. God, you had been crying so much for the past months. 

"You're awake."

"Yeah, I-... I wanted to have a chat with you."

Seungcheol frowned narrowing his eyes to see you better.

"Have you been crying?"

You stiffened. That was straightforward. 

"Anyways, I'm really tired, can we talk about this on Sunday? I have to be up really early and my back is killing me-"

He really brushed off the fact that you were crying so quickly. It was the first time he had acknowledged that factor in months and he just brushed it off as if it was normal. 

Has he noticed before but just opted for not saying anything?

You swallowed the question.

"No, it really can't wait, just- please Cheol, just give me some minutes, please."

He was hesitant, but he just heavily sighed and nodded walking towards the sofa and sitting down beside you, keeping his distance like he had been doing for a long time now.

You pursed your lips in nervousness, feeling the ache in your chest grow wider.

You had never felt this anxious to talk to your partner about anything, which just made you feel even worse. 

We have really grown distant. 

"Just make it quick, I really need to sleep."

His carelessness made your chest hurt and your tears fill up with tears however you swallowed the sob that was wanting to come out of your mouth for the past seconds and nodded. 

"I- You know that I've always been supportive of your career, and I'm probably the person who is most proud of you in this world. I love to see how you're doing so well in your professional life and how successful you've become. The mere thought of it makes my chest fill with pride and joy."

You tried to look for his eyes, however, Seungcheol's eyes were pasted on his own hands. And that was so unlike him, he always used to look at you in the eyes and hold your hands during talks like this. 

That only made your chest hurt even more, did he really change that much without you noticing?

Who are you?

"However, I've grown to notice that... well you just don't give our relationship time anymore, it seems like you don't care anymore."

Not a single expression was formed on his face as your voice broke on the sentence and the tears wet your cheeks. 

However, once you finished talking he raised his gaze to meet yours, and for a moment, just for a moment, you saw love in them. For a second you thought that maybe he was going to apologize and tell you that he was going to make an effort, however, he didn't. 

"I've been thinking about that too and, you know... I think I want to fully concentrate on my career, as you said, I don't have any time for us anymore so I don't see why we should keep going." 

You gasped as more tears flew down your cheeks.

He was giving up that easily? Just throwing away almost 5 years of relationship to the trash? He wasn't even going to try a little bit? 

"Just like that?"

He seemed to be taken aback by your response.

"Well, yeah, I've talked about it with my manager and-"

Of course, his manager. 

Jay fucking Park, the man who had been telling Seungcheol since the beginning of his career how he should leave you be sure you slowed his career down, and the same manager that Seungcheol had said hundreds of times he was going to replace because he didn't like the way he referred to you. 

Your head stopped listening to him.

"So this really is it?"

You interrupted. 

Seungcheol stayed quiet for some seconds.

"I... I guess so."

You sniffled as you felt more tears wet your cheeks.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

"Of course, I do, that- God Y/n please don't make this harder, I can't see you cry and you know it."

It was the first time he broke. His voice broke into a sudden sob followed by a defeated sigh.

You curled into yourself, hugging yourself and looking away before he continued talking.

"That's why I'm doing this, I love you so much that I have to let you go."

"Fucking bullshit."

You said in between your teeth followed by a loud sob. You looked back at him just to find his glassy eyes and reddened nose. 

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it. That fucking sentence's for cowards and you're no fucking coward."

He stayed silent so you continued.

"Ha-ave you ever thought that loving is also hanging on a-and persisting and trying every single fucking day even though you constantly get told to fuck off? Cause that's what I've been doing for the past 4 months s-so don't you fucking dare say you love me so much and that's why you kept- kept ignoring me and pushing me off. Leaving me to cry myself to sleep for days in a row and showing no interest in me at all."

You sobbed in between sentences and stuttered on your words. Sadness and anger mixed in your gut and making you feel like throwing up.

"I've been grieving a relationship that didn't even end yet... do you even know how useless and pathetic I felt?"

Seungcheol sniffled and let out a quiet sob, he passed his hands through his hair.

"I-Iam sorry, I just... I'm sorry but I think this is the best for me, for us." 

You shook your head as you contained another sob.

"It sure isn't the best for me, but if it is for you and tha-thats what you want then... then I'm sorry for 'wasting your good years.' "

You said, quoting what you have heard his manager tell him many times before.

It happened so quickly. The way you just stood up and packed a bag with your essentials while shedding ugly tears. How he just remained silent on the umbral of the door, passing his hands through his face and hair. 

In reality, Seungcheol was heartbroken. His chest was hurting and he was fighting with all his will the urge he had to hug you tight and apologize and beg you not to leave. But he had been totally brainwashed into thinking this was the best for him. Everyone except for his main trainer had insisted that a girlfriend only slowed him down and they have gotten so deep into his head that he fell to believe them. 

He was gaslighted by the people he most admired on the medium into thinking this was the best for him. 

But something inside him knew that it was wrong. 

She was always there for you. She never even tried to slow you down once, always insisting on you taking every single opportunity even if it meant for your time together to shorten. She was the only person who always truly believed in you, the only person who truly celebrated each one of your wins as if it was hers.

But Seungcheol had grown greedy, drunk on his own ambition. 

And the moment you passed beside him and rushed to the door with tears still falling down your cheeks and a broken heart, something snapped on Seungcheol. 

He followed you to the door and held into your wrist as you were about to walk out of the apartment, out of the life you two had created and out of the life Seungcheol had made miserable.

You just turned to him, something inside you still holding hope for him to try, to not let go, to agree about doing something about it, and not just cowardly take the easiest option. 

His glistening eyes stared into your red ones.

His eyes went from yours to getting lost in your features like he loved to do after every single tiring day. 

Seungcheol was a coward.

He stared into your long eyelashes, your beautiful nose, your once soft lips that even though they were chapped now, were still as beautiful as ever, your soft and beautiful eyes and the hair that he loved to play with and that it still perfectly framed your face.

Seungcheol pursed his lips.

"I love you, never doubt that."

You stayed silent, memories of him repeating those same words months ago in a locker room where you thought your relationship was going to be prosperous and infinite. But everything has a due date, and apparently, today was yours. 

You pulled your wrist back with weird care and took a step toward him. 

Both of you stared into each other's eyes before he leaned in for a kiss, a kiss that you corresponded to. 

Tears fell down your eyes to your cheeks, lips, and neck, meeting with his own lips at some point and feeling his own tears two.

The kiss was slow, filled with yearning, bittersweet love, and a salty ending.

You pulled away, fearing that you will beg once more for his attention and time, but you weren't going to hurt your dignity more than it already was. 

"You made me doubt it."

You answered before finally turning away and leaving, closing the door behind you and not turning back.

Seungcheol stared at the door for minutes which felt like hours before he fell to his knees.

He stared into his calloused palms, palms which you used to kiss and caress with love.

"You're gold, man, you're one of the little people in this world to let ambition get the best and not the worst of them. Keep your heels on the floor, Choi."

The words Hoshi once told him drowned his head.

Ambition had gotten the worst of him.

#g: angst #au: established relationship #m: s.coups #p: mxr #t: fic #cw: swearing #cw: fighting

[caratwritersclub]

hi hope ur doing well! i wanted to ask if you could write a reaction of when the boys forget about a date and leave you waiting for a while for them? i'd like the members to be joshua, mingyu, seungkwan, vernon, and dino if possible! thank u sm in advance!

svt + forgetting your date

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: none || 1167 words ➔ notes: fluff ; i'm doing pretty well! getting a lot of things done these days :) i wish i could spend a little more writing and drawing, but it is what it is. if you enjoyed this, please reblog! also if you're interested in any writing/art commissions, check out my carrd. or visit my ko-fi just cuz!

JOSHUA: you know that this guy never checks his messages, so whenever you need him for emergencies, you always call instead. that's why, when your signal is only strong enough for a flurry of texts, he doesn't see them until an hour later. your last message reads i'll just go home. confused, he scrolls up to find a bunch of emojis and ? are you standing me up lol and ...are you seriously standing me up, and it takes a second before he finally realizes what today is. fuck. fuck. he's the one who scheduled this date, going on a spiel about how you haven't seen each other in a while, so you went out of your way to free up your schedule. and now he looks like a grade-a asshole for forgetting. scratch that, he is a grade-a asshole. he makes a few stops around town to pick up your favorite things for a night in before going to your place. it won't make up for the missed date, that much is obvious from your unimpressed stare as you open the door, but he's going to try his best to earn your forgiveness. in fact, as soon as he sees you, he gets on his knees on your steps with a dramatic declaration of, "love, i'm so, so sorry," and you have to drag him to his feet, saying that he's embarrassing you in front of your neighbors. but hey, at least you cracked a smile.

MINGYU: when seungcheol asks if he wants to continue their biking excursion to hit up a cool restaurant, mingyu says yes, even though he feels like he should have declined for some reason. that feeling continues tickling the back of his mind, up until they pay for the meal and cheol asks if they should get dessert. that's when you text him, informing your boyfriend that there's about ten minutes of trailers if he's running late, and his heart drops. he completely forgot about your movie date today. he tells you to go in first. i'll be there later, he types, i have my ticket on my phone. then he tells seungcheol what happened, and seungcheol asks how the hell he'll make it in time when they still have to bike back to their car. spoiler alert: he doesn't. by the time he makes it to the theater and pathetically slinks into his seat next to you, the movie is already in its final arc, and you're aggressively eating your snacks, ignoring his presence. he trails after you once the movie ends, waiting for your verdict and hoping that you'll take pity on his bedraggled state. you pause by your car and sigh. "well, c'mon," you say, opening the trunk for his bike rack. "i'm not so angry that i'll make you cycle all the way home." he decides during that tense car ride that he'll make the best dinner of his life tonight.

SEUNGKWAN: it's late, and you're still not home. after a while of worrying by himself, he calls and asks where you are. he almost thinks that the call dropped because you're silent for a full minute before asking him, incredulously, if he's serious. of course he's serious. he just finished an episode of a new drama, and he never makes it through one. "i've been waiting at the restaurant for the past twenty minutes," you say slowly. "and you're chilling in the living room?" no way. isn't that tomorrow? he flicks open his calendar and gasps when he realizes his mistake. "wait there for a bit, okay? i'm on my way," he says, scrambling to his feet, but you quickly stop him with a scoff. "you still need to get dressed and then get all the way here. they can't wait that long. i'll just leave." he feels awful. he slaps himself on the cheeks to get sense back into him. seungkwan, he scolds himself mentally. how could you do this? how could he forget this date? and it's not like you didn't try to reach him—he sees all the texts and phone calls now, blocked by the do not disturb that he forgot to turn off. "will they let you in by yourself? why don't you eat whatever you want and charge it to my card, hm? i'm so sorry."

VERNON: he doesn't know what he did wrong, but apparently he did something because you just went radio silent yesterday afternoon, even though you're still posting on your story. when he wakes up in the morning, he sees that even his good night texts are ignored. he sends you a good morning text anyway and asks how you slept, asks what your plans are for the day. by the time he gets to work, there's still no reply. "hey!" seungkwan yells out, rushing to his side. vernon automatically reaches for the coffee that he knows is around somewhere—seungkwan is nothing but predictable—and hums when he finds it. "so what'd you end up getting y/n yesterday? i thought you'd ask me for gift ideas, but since you were so secretive this year, i figured it was big." vernon blinks at him. "what was yesterday?" seungkwan blinks back. "you're kidding...their birthday dinner? you wanted to celebrate a week early? hello?" he snatches back his coffee. "you're the one who insisted on it. did you forget?" seungkwan's withering look bounces off the absolute dread that vernon feels. no wonder you were ignoring him. he pushes past seungkwan, already pulling out his phone. "i need to make a call really quick. can you tell the others i'll be late?"

CHAN: this is the lamest excuse in the book, but his phone died, and while he could've borrowed a charger...what was the point? if there was an emergency, people knew to call the other members. that's why he doesn't bother plugging it in until after practice, and when it finally charges up, the belated alert for your date appears, and he swears loud enough for the others to send him a look. "sorry!" he says, throwing all of his things into his bag. "you guys eat without me. i have somewhere to be!" he flies down the stairs and books it out of the building. something about his expression makes everyone jump out of his way, wondering what the heck has him so harried. somehow, he makes it to the place in record time and scans the crowd for your face, lighting up when he sees you under an awning. then his smile falls when he sees your expression. he feels so, so bad for leaving you waiting out here. he shrugs off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders, ignoring the fact that you don't look happy to see him. "why don't we get something warm to drink?" he murmurs, clasping your cold hands. at least he didn't miss the main event—if he missed that, he doesn't know if you'll forgive him.

#a: ravixen #t: reaction #m: Joshua #m: mingyu #m: seungkwan #m: vernon #m: dino #g: fluff

[caratwritersclub]

KISS ON THE TRAIN - CHWE HANSOL

word count: 0.7k...

pairing: hansol x gn!reader

synopsis: you and your boyfriend hansol are riding the train home, how will the commute go?

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, bf!hansol, established relationship, domestic

warnings: slightly suggestive

rating: pg-13

a/n: no editing done :O just in my feels for vernon! title is from the song kiss on the train by araya!!

“No, I can’t kiss you innocently, babe.” Hansol whines as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“And why’s that?” You laugh, amused at your boyfriend’s unexpected clinginess. 

You were both seated on the train, waiting for the doors to close again. Several days ago, Hansol stumbled across a video detailing a film festival taking place in your city and excitedly bought tickets for the two of you. You didn’t take much convincing to go, you loved movies as much as him seeing the films together was just the icing on top. But, the video failed to mention that the festival was an 80 minute train ride from your place and that there were about six different events taking place today. So, nearly four hours after the festival finished, you and Hansol were still crammed on the train. You asked him for a quick peck on the lips, needing to recharge after the long day but he firmly shook his head no. 

“I mean, unless you want me to makeout with you on the train…” He trails off, not moving his body an inch from yours. His fingers were softly entwined with yours. 

“Hansol Vernon Chwe!” You jokingly scold, “A simple kiss is all I asked for. The rest…well we can do that when we’re back home.” You finish, squeezing his hand that was interlocking with yours. 

Hansol shifts from his position next to you and stares into your eyes, “You mean it? I thought you would be angry with how crowded the commute back is.”

“Why would I be angry with you? I mean sure it’s hot and musty right now, but you couldn’t have predicted that. Plus, the movie festival had so many up and coming BIPOC directors. It was nice to see such a wide range of films! I mean the way that they’re breaking genres is inspirational, right? Especially that last one, Fireworks from Space? That one totally reminded me of Sorry to Bother You with LaKeith Stanfield.” 

Hansol listens intently to your ramble, happy that you enjoyed the festival as much as he did. He loves your shared passion for movies. He loves the way your eyes lit up — without fail — whenever you were excited about something. Sure, he’s dated his fair share of people, but never someone as big of a cinephile as him. 

“Fireworks from Space was super underrated! Y/N, I can’t believe we were two of the only ten people that went to that showing. And I definitely see what you mean by it resembling Sorry to Bother You. I think it also has similar aspects to Wes Anderson’s cinematography with the attention to detail, specifically symmetry.”  Hansol went on an equally long tangent, relieved that you weren’t upset with him. 

“Yes! I think I read in the interview with Director Jeon that he was heavily influenced by Anderson’s movie The French Dispatch when storyboarding for Fireworks from Space.” You elaborate, having your stomach loudly rumble at the end of your sentence. 

Before you could play it off, Hansol was scavenging through his bag trying to find anything to curb your hunger. 

“Hansol, I’m fine, really!” You tap his leg, trying to get him to stop his rummaging. 

“No, here at least eat this to tide you over. Then we can pick up some takeout at that Korean place a block from our place on the way home, yeah?” Hansol was holding a granola bar in front of you. He already opened the plastic packaging and was waiting for you to take a bite. 

“Wait, so a quick peck is too much to ask for but you’ll feed me?” You frowned. 

Without batting an eye, Hansol leaned in, rubbing your leg with his free hand and kissed you deeply. Each time he kissed you, you felt as if single handedly knocked the wind out of you and gave you air simultaneously. Nearly half a year of dating him and he still left you a mess. 

“There. Now eat, Y/N.” He instructed, holding the granola bar up to your face once again. 

“O-okay, but I can feed myself.” You replied, taking the snack from his grip. 

He returned to his original position of resting his head on your shoulder, satisfied with himself.

You watched several films, but the scene that just played out was undoubtedly the most memorable of the night.

#m: vernon #p: mxr #t: drabble #g: fluff #au: non idol #tw: suggestive #au: established relationship

[caratwritersclub]

Ambition a Choi Seungcheol one shot by coffeeww. COMING SOON!!!!

→ genre: angst, established relationship, lovers to strangers.

→ pairing: boxer seungcheol x female reader.

→ warnings!: seungcheol turns into kind of an asshole, swearing, an actual physical fight happens, boxing y'know, mentions of overworking and relationship neglect, gaslighting? also English's not my first language so excuse my grammar 💀

→ synopsis: Ambition was the trait that made you most attracted to Seungcheol, but lately it was the thing that has been tearing you apart. You were always there for him and just when his career was at its peak your prospering 4 year old relationship seemed to be flaking.

Seungcheol stared into his calloused palms, palms which you used to kiss and caress with love.

"You're gold, man, you're one of the little people in this world to let ambition get the best and not the worst of them. Keep your heels on the floor, Choi."

The words Hoshi once told him drowned his head.

Ambition got the worst of him. 

(Send me an ask if u want to be in the tag list!!)

#g: angst #au: established relationship #m: s.coups #p: mxr #t: preview #TW: language #cw: fighting

[caratwritersclub]

A Poem a Day (svt smau)-three: that escalated quickly

Summary: When Mingyu literally falls head over heels for someone, he has no idea what to do. What happens when he gets help (and a little meddling) from his friends? it definitely won't be boring, that's for sure.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Gender Neutral Reader x Lee Jihoon

Genre: smau, modern day Cyrano!, fluff, angst, comedy, romance

Warnings(for the chapter): lying?

Rating(for the chapter): PG

Disclaimer: I did not write the poem Jihoon gave Mingyu, just did a lovely Google search to find one that went well hehe

Mingyu’s POV:

Y/N’s POV:

Mingyu’s POV again:

CHAPTER TWO | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER FOUR

Taglist: @wonwooslibrary @wonwoosbookshelf @the-boy-meets-evil @flowerboykun @shuadotcom @tbzhub

Please send an ask to be added to the taglist!

#a: kthpurplesyou #t: social media #m: mingyu #p: mxr #m: woozi #g: fluff #g: angst

[caratwritersclub]

A Poem a Day (svt smau)-two: new number, who dis?

Summary: When Mingyu literally falls head over heels for someone, he has no idea what to do.What happens when he gets help (and a little meddling) from his friends? it definitely won't be boring, that's for sure.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu × Gender Neutral Reader x Lee Jihoon

Genre: smau, modern day cyrano!, fluff, angst, comedy, romance

Warnings (for the chapter): colluding and planning to deceive.

Rating (for chapter): PG

Y/N’s POV:

Mingyu’s POV and Jihoon’s Private:

CHAPTER ONE | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER THREE

A/N: Uh oh, things are happeningggg

Taglist: @wonwooslibrary @wonwoosbookshelf @the-boy-meets-evil @flowerboykun @shuadotcom

Please send an ask to be added to the taglist! 🥰

#a: kthpurplesyou #t: social media #m: mingyu #p: mxr #m: woozi #g: fluff #g: angst #g: comedy

[caratwritersclub]

dear dream | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: jeonghan never would’ve imagined that he’d get to where he was today, especially with you and his friends by his side. with this next milestone in his life, you vowed to yourself to throw him the best birthday party ever. however, you weren’t even sure where to start; what did he even want to wish for this year? [ a short continuation of to live again ]

ミ★ genre: established relationship!au, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: brief hint towards previous death

ミ★ word count: 5,165

ミ★ pairings: jeonghan x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! this may come as a surprise to some of you, especially to my older readers, cause i never ?? write sequels to my works ?? however, to live again is very dear to me and it got so much love… i became inspired to write a short oneshot continuation of it :) this will be the last story i write in the same universe as to live again, but i hope you guys enjoy this one <3 consider it my apology for all the heartbreak i caused LMAO… make sure to give jeonghan lots of love <3 

Keep reading

#a: viastro #au: established relationship #g: fluff #g: humor #tw: death #t: fic #m: jeonghan #p: mxr

[caratwritersclub]

CALLING SEVENTEEN TO ASK WHY THINGS DIDN’T WORK OUT

word count: 1.8k

pairing: seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader

synopsis: each members’ reaction to your unexpected phone call

genre/s: angst (some reactions more angsty than others), svt as exes, headcanons/scenarios

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: inspired by this post by @kyuala​ (still not over hyeongjun’s reaction)!! my first headcanons post on this blog, hope y’all like it :D

Keep reading

#t: reaction #m: ot13 #p: mxr #g: angst #au: exes

[caratwritersclub]

Tujhme rab dikhta hai

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 4.2 K

Author’s Note: Well, desi husband Jeonghan is on the way, hope you like it. And I wrote it in Hinglish (i added few words and sentences of hindi, it’s sounds romantic ahhh) i hope you like it hehe and for non-desi reader, the meaning of ‘tujhme rab dikhta hai’ is ‘I see god in you my beloved’ also I just love this song so much I can’t explain, hope you like this. This is probably one of the longest one shot I ever wrote sjjs

happy reading ~

desi imagine masterlist

Keep reading

#m: jeonghan #p: mxr #g: fluff #t: fic #a: nihyunluvskookie

[caratwritersclub]

𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘀 - 𝗸.𝘀.𝘆

pairing: hoshi x fem!reader

prompt: "oh my god if you buy one more plush to occupy my spot on the bed i'm kicking you out to sleep on the couch."

genre: fluff, crack.

word count: 0.5k

edited by: @pixieskie

nia's notes: lets hope this removes my writers block, intentional lowercase. this prompt is from @novelbear prompt lists. but there is a little modification of the prompt.

hoshi had a tiger agenda and that was a fact.

no matter how much you tried persuading your boyfriend, he would never stop promoting his identity as the last tiger of korea.

the both of you had just come back from the store and it was safe to say that hoshi bought something that he didn't want to show you. you guessed that the item was a surprise for you but that thought was turned down almost immediately.

you were rendered speechless when you saw your boyfriend walk to your shared bedroom, slightly skipping in excitement. now you were actually curious.

hoshi was never this excited about something unless it had something to do with tigers. you racked your brain trying to search for a possible reason but then it hit you. his tiger agenda.

no. dread filled your veins as you ran into the room, half expecting to see the sight in front of you.

“i love hoshi.” chanting that in your head, you saw your boyfriend place not one, but five new tiger plushies on your side of the bed.

hoshi looked at you, the color draining from his face when he saw your stance. "i can explain-"

before he could finish, you were already ranting. "oh my god, you seriously bought more tiger plushies to occupy my side of the bed." you stared at your boyfriend, your hands placed on your hips as you scolded your boyfriend who was on the verge of laughter.

"you’re going to sleep on the couch now." any emotion that was displayed on hoshi's face was replaced with horror.

what. you're kicking him out of the room?. he stared at you with his mouth opened and his eyes twitching then looked out of the window, like he was in a movie.

you rolled your eyes as you watched your dramatic boyfriend go on about how you didn't love him as a tiger and that he felt betrayed. you walked towards the bed and lay down on the empty side. "i'll have this side then."

those words brought a huge smile back to hoshi's face as he tackled you into a hug that lead the both of you to fall back on the bed. you could feel his soft lips on your face as he pressed light kisses all over. in between each kiss, he thanked and praised you. a small chuckle left your mouth.

"horanghae." your boyfriend whispered softly as he looked at you with a small smile and love in his eyes.

you looked back at him with the same emotion. "me too." you smiled.

sure, your boyfriend was a little weird and crazy about his tiger agenda but it was ok because you loved him and he loved you.

#m: hoshi #p: mxr #g: fluff #t: drabble