#by the way it was a wonhui fic

[hoeforhao]

babbyyyyy HONEYYY when are we getting flip sip strip?

it's here finally lord😭every month I used to get a ask regarding when will flip,sip or strip come out and I felt so guilty for pushing down such a good plot to the basements but yeah!!! FINALLY!

Flip, Sip or Strip🎲 // Wonhui Fic // Part 1

ᥫ᭡ pairing: sub!wonwoo×fem!reader×dom!junhui

ᥫ᭡ genre: smut with barely any plot,minors dni, threesome,college au, bestfriends to bedfriends, sexual games

ᥫ᭡tags: rough sex, double penetration,oral(both m and f receiving),pussy slapping,breast play, use of pet names,degradation kink,orgasm denial, use of explicit language.

ᥫ᭡synopsis: what happens when you are ganged up by your bestfriends to play a game of pleasures.

ᥫ᭡part: 1/2

ᥫ᭡word count: 1.4k+

ᥫ᭡banner credits: @classicscreations

ᥫ᭡authors note: ik ik this was supposed to be a oneshot and I started writing today with that aim only but got disturbed so many times that I lost the flow, and in no way I wanted this fic to come out rushed and without the tension building up, so I'll release the rest with another part. But this part can also be read as a stand alone. Hope y'all will enjoy!!!

Permanent taglist: @joonsytip @feat-sun , also tagging @junhour cuz ik you'll enjoy this ☻️

Fic taglist: @tommolex @tara-drabbles @meowmeowminnie @chwenott @mewheree @freshdetectivenight @ffumatthew

If y'all wanna be added to the taglist of part 2 or the permanent taglist, then just drop a comment under this. thank you☆

"Yah Jun that's sheer daylight cheating boy" your cushiony hands land a hard smack onto the oldest's upper thighs, making him let out a sharp gasp, mostly from the fear of letting you see the growing tent in his trousers.

"If that means discarding one more piece of clothing down that velvety skin of yours, then I'm ready to beat jeonghan hyung's records" Junhui blurts out with absolutely no shame or filter, resulting in your cheek muscles tensing up to flush a subtle pink.

Yes you three were playing this weird game that Jun himself suggested with his obvious intentions that were unknown to the rest two of you, till now!! For you what seemed to be an innocent, maybe a little spicy game, to draw the boredom out of you, wonwoo and jun from not having dates to go to senior prom, now had you sitting infront of these two men in just your pants and lacey purple bra.

Not that you minded being half naked before your best friends though, as being single for more than 10 months have now elevated your libido to the very edge. Apart from that, Jun was incredibly hot and flirty to not have your legs slump whenever he had his hands on you or even his mere words were enough to have you sweating down your core.

What you did not know or anticipate was the second older's burning lusty eyes towards your nearly bare torso, digging wells into that cloth that was guarding your enchanting assests from him. "Are you two done with the bickerings? Let's finish this quick pls"

"Why Jeon? So that you can go play that goddamn games of yours? Or are you...." Jun shifts his gaze from you onto wonwoo, resting his palms on the younger's thighs, giving him a teasing look with the hope to ignite the self controlling hold he has been trying to put onto his desires.

Wonwoo immediately shys away, trying to hide the red creeping up onto his face and following the feeling down to his pants, pushing off Jun's hands in the process. "Or w-what?"

"Or are you scared to show y/n how hard you are from just watching her strip down her top, hmm?" Jun moves his palms to wonwoo's lap once again, drawing light circles on his upper thighs, dangerously close to the strain in his pants, while his eyes fall on you whose mouth was quite literally left hanging open after hearing the older's shameless blabberings.

"Rest those muscles of yours baby, they would need to work a lot later" and with that Jun rolls the dice once again! Lord looks like all the heavens were against your sanity today, as the result flipped out to your defeat, for the third time in a row, and you very well knew what that meant - losing the very last piece of deceny left on your body.

Looking up at Jun with those doe eyes of yours, hands playing with the waistband of your jeans, hope aflame in yours eyes that he would ask you not to provide a free strip show for them anymore.....but alas! The only thing you receive is a nod from him directing you to pull those pants down your legs right now.

"Fuck you Jun! I'm sure you fixed the game just to tease me!!"

"You will soon babygirl, don't worry. But just not only me" he finally gets up from the floor, pulling along wonwoo by his shoulders, while turning towards you to see you now standing up by yourself to get those jeans off of your body. Your eyes were too focused on the material of your clothing to notice the two men towering above, their faces dangerously close to yours.

Being done with taking off your final piece of modesty, you finally lift up your head only to be met with Jun's breath fanning against your nose, while wonwoo blocked out the little space you had left to run away from this rendezvous.

"W-what!" you try to back up only to be hit by the paddings of the couch behind, nearly falling down if it wasn't for Jun's biceps holding you up, although the other option would've been way better, now that you feel his hands creeping up your bare back and play with the hooks of your bra.

"You think being stripped down to this purple lingerie with two men infront of you, more appropriately starving men, be the climax of tonight's adventures?" the oldest now pushes you down to the couch, spreading your legs with his to stand between them, all this while directing wonwoo to kneel down beside you by the handrest.

"We're in for a long night, right Jeon?" Jun snakes his arms behind you to slightly arch up your body, giving him enough space to discard your bra off of your chest quickly, while his knees were now bend up against your clothed cunt, grinding them on your clit.

"Kiss her wonwoo. Show her you're not just a loser who sits in his room and plays games". His remark was fueling enough for wonwoo's ego as he swiftly descends his face down to yours, trapping your lips into his, hands going around your jaw to hold you as close to him as possible.

The little bit of doubt and control that was clouding your mind from jumping right in was now cleared off as you get a taste of wonwoo, his mouth taking yours in completely, eating out your face as if he has never felt something as sweet as your lips.

The sweaty cat's hands tightly tug onto your hair as he feels you moaning into his mouth, from the sudden sensation of Jun's cold fingers drawing over your bare nipples, the sharpness of his ring leaving behind a trail of painful pleasure on your tits.

"Won't you help the poor boy out y/n? Ease out the painful boner that was caused by this sultry body of yours, hmm?" Jun takes one of you hands that was trapped behind you all this time and guides it to wonwoo's crotch, holding it down to push against his bulge constantly, making the younger bite on your lips from the heat building up.

You couldn't believe yourself as you were now palming wonwoo's dick from over his pants while Jun was playing with your boobs, spitting on them for his hands to glide down easily, pinching your nipples between his digits as he kneaded onto your mounds like he was gonna make bread out of them, knees never taking a break from rubbing your pussy.

"F-fuck y/n, I don't....don't wanna cum in my pants....stop pls!" wonwoo quickly pushes you back, detaching his lips from yours leaving behind a string of saliva still joining the two of you, as he fears that if you move your hands against his dick once more, he'll come undone then and there, which he definitely did not want.

The sudden absence of his warmth on your mouth and the absurd behavior of the elder, makes your eyes flash by a confused look, turning towards Jun as if to ask him why did wonwoo behave like that and what was their next step.

"I think it's time for us to take this to the bedroom. This couch is too small to accommodate both of us in you" your mouth literally hangs open at this as you slowly come to terms with the fact that tonight you were about to be railed by two men simultaneously. Not that you hated the idea tho.

Observing the accepting look on your face, Jun asks wonwoo to take you in his arms and bring you upstairs to the said bedroom, as he knew quite well that your legs were probably too weak to walk themselves up, after all the action his knees have been giving you for the past fifteen minutes.

Wonwoo carrying you like a sloth with your arms tied tightly around his neck as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, feels like nothing more than a dream for you. His broad shoulders shielding you from all the chaos of this world, his embrace feeling like home and his dick poking your butt from beneath - all was like a made up fairytale for you until Jun's voice decides to pull you out of the haze.

"What are you waiting for Jeon? Throw her on the bed. Let's see how well her pussy takes two cocks at the same time"

#kpop #seventeen #svtcreations #kpop scenarios #seventeen x reader #fanfic #seventeen x y/n #wonhui #wonwoo smut #junhui smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x y/n #junhui x reader #junhui x y/n #jun x y/n #jun x reader #svt x reader #svt x y/n #jun smut #svt wonwoo #svt jun #kpop smut #wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios #junhui imagines #jun scenarios #jun imagines

[tisalonelydreamer]

Like how strange it was that rings go on fourth fingers when pinkies are used for promises.

starfirefighter, Begin Again

#quotes #quote #heartbreak #love #heartbreak quotes #love quotes #promises #love quote #heartbreak quote #i read this from a fic on ao3 #and i cried #this is so beautiful #ao3 #by the way it was a wonhui fic #wonhui #svt fanfic #ao3 quotes

[junhoontrash]

WonHui moodboard + fav moments throwback for this little blog’s 1st anniversary: 5/12

1. Legendary WonHui piggyback moment -

2. Our first sign of Bitterwoo except we didn’t realize it back then (Wonwoo interrupted Jun’s whispered conversation with Woozi) -

3. When Wonwoo snatched Jun from Joshua after pointing at him and singing the lines “Wakes me up every morning” -

4. Oh, and here we have proud (kind of possessive) Jun congratulating Wonwoo for winning the relay race -

5. Gif is self-explanatory, but after this moment Wonwoo picks the balloons back up and hits Jun lightly with them as revenge for patting his head, he then gives the balloons to Jun (it’s like giving up his toy to a cat lol) -

6. I don’t have much a description for this but is this not the cutest WonHui hug ever (waist hugs make me weak) -

7. Jun was the first one to hug Wonwoo after his race (yes they hugged three times and all of them are on this list because I say so) -

8. When Wonwoo’s fanboy side came out and WonHui felt the need to hold hands for one second despite having absolutely no reason to -

9. Can they not be so pure -

10. When Wonwoo punched Jun for half-stripping Woozi -

#personal #anniversary #wonhui #admittedly brown is not the best color for them but I really wanted to use this pic lol #//cough the cat though #domestic wonhui fic pls #@swanny LOL it hurt me too #I wanted to at least finish 96-line #the way jun runs is so cute #there were a lot of moments I wanted to include but I chose the relatively older ones for throwback purposes #and uh this is all for today

[chocosvt]

⚬ pairing: junhui x reader ⚬ word count: 8125 ⚬ warnings: none! ⚬ genres: secret relationship, some slice of life uni moments, FLUFF, very light angst, spice, roommates!wonhui.

✧✎ synopsis: you’re friends with junhui - but also, not really. it’s friends and a little bit more than that. it’s difficult keeping your relationship a secret, especially when you’ve never loved someone the way you love him.

✧✎ a/n: NOBODY MOVE! I WROTE A JUN BDAY FIC ;_; this is really just me projecting all my years of love onto a word doc. enjoy!!

It was midnight, and the apartment was dark, unmoving. No one had bothered to clean the blue cereal bowl left in the sink and there remained bread crumbs on the countertop from lunch. As you flicked through the strange glimpses of late-night television, yawning in an outrageous width, there was a hunger pang, accompanied by an immediate craving for some sort of sweet candy.

So, you did what seemed best: fit into your sneakers and a windbreaker and push open the door to Jun’s bedroom while he was curled up on his side watching his drama. Wonwoo would usually be occupying the adjacent bed, though he had stayed over at Joshua’s dorm to study for his next history summative. Yet he’d left his beat-up, decaying textbook on his pillow.

“Put on your slippers or something, we’re going to the convenience store.”

Jun didn’t say anything, rather he continued holding out his phone, the bedsheets pulled taunt to his nose. Looking at Jun’s desk that sat next to the door, you picked up the rubber band ball he’d been adding to since his twelfth-grade year and threw it at his shoulder.

“Ow!” He squeaked dramatically. His head then poked over his shoulder as he attempted to see where the ball rolled off to.

“Put on your slippers,” you reiterated, “I want strawberry tangs.”

Without much effort, Jun quickly gave up looking for the elastic ball and returned to watching his drama, establishing his comfort while somehow still persisting to ignore you. He was very much so a homebody, and if it weren’t for you guiding him out the apartment like a grandchild taking their elderly for an afternoon walk, then he might’ve never left his bedroom apart from his class schedule. Yet, you knew exactly how to persuade him, weaken his heart that was already soft and golden.

An immediate whine rumbled in his throat when you jumped on the bed, pulling at him until he finally rolled onto his back, at last pressing pause on his phone. You tossed a thigh over each side of his silhouette and gripped the boy’s wide shoulders, gazing unflinchingly past his black fringe and into those big, glistening eyes.

“Come with me to the store,” you weren’t sure if you were offering or demanding, “please?”

“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”

It was a surface-level question really, but nonetheless, your heart still skipped a beat. In only a second or more the silence was bearing down too heavily and it felt like your heart was a book with all its pages out. Jun’s eyes were twinkling as he blinked up at you.

“Walking around alone at night? Hello? Do you have no concern for me?” Came your joking counter.

He tossed his head back, the black fringe bouncing from his lashes. His capitulating yelp of, “fine, fine, I’ll come” was satisfactory enough for you to remove yourself from the boy’s tiny waist, where you stepped on the floor and nearly sprained your ankle due to that dumb, elastic ball. At least you found it. While you returned the toy to his desk, Jun quickly threw a worn jean jacket over his black long sleeve and didn’t bother bending down to fix his sneakers, his heels jutting out the back.

At the convenience store, the only shoppers were you, Junhui, and this lady wearing a huge pair of sunglasses, though you figured she was far from the strangest of the midnight stragglers.

It was rather quiet, even with the fluorescent lights buzzing and the battery-powered fan keeping the cashier cool at the register. You grabbed the first package of strawberry tangs while Jun sorted through the other flavours very meticulously.

“What about blue raspberry?” He said. “You don’t want that?”

“I don’t know, I just really have a craving for strawberry.”

Jun detached a bright green package from the rack. “Sour apple? What about that?”

“Not tasty at all. Pass.”

He grabbed another package and quirked his eyebrow. “Sweet cherry? Come on. That sounds good.”

You lightly hit his arm with the strawberry candy, your laughter echoing over the shelves, “I just want strawberry! If you think the sweet cherry sounds good then you buy it!”

But Jun just shook the black fringe from his playful gaze, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Tangy zangys are the bottom tier of gummy candy. No way.”

“So shut up then.” The words were harsh, yet your smile was no more menacing than a butterfly.

Since it would be impossible for Jun to leave the store without stocking his snack collection, you shopped for longer than expected, filling a basket with spicy chips and hard candies and a few chocolate bars. Heading home down the nighttime street, beneath the moonlight, the infinite expanse of a blackness that felt like a cocoon, you had already ripped open your strawberry tangs while Jun tore the corner off a tiny pouch of bubblegum poprocks.

They crackled loudly on his tongue, in which he made sure to hover in close proximity to your ear, ensuring you could detect every small fizzle. Each time it warranted you to shove him away, muttering a cheap laugh about how it wasn’t required that he lean in so generously, though you couldn’t evade that one nervous thought ticking at the back of your head: you wanted to kiss him, wrap your palm around Jun’s neck and taste the electric bubblegum from his heart-shaped mouth.

“Aren’t you glad you came with me?” You asked, suckling the sugar off a red candy strip.

Jun swallowed his poprocks. “I guess you can word it like that.”

Standing at the living room fish tank, you opened the tab to the flake box and shook the food into the water, your pink guppy who you had so fittingly named, Princess Pebble, swimming toward the surface in order to nip at the flakes. Wonwoo observed you from his seat at the kitchen table, dragging his spoon through the remainder of his cereal, scooping out the last soggy pieces.

“I feel good about it,” Wonwoo hummed, referring to the history test he wrote yesterday, “I think I might’ve left out some information on the essay question.”

You closed the fish flakes and returned to the table, where you left your cup of tea.

“Eh, who cares,” you mumbled behind the rim, “you’re gonna get like a ninety-five anyways.”

The boy shrugged, pressing a fingertip to his glasses, moving them higher up his nose. He had always been diligent with his studying, though he often left the apartment to write notes at the library or a classmate’s dorm. It was difficult to accomplish much when Junhui would distract him, and rather than reading his textbook, Wonwoo would always end up playing computer games with the latter.

“Did you hear Jun come home last night?” You asked, gulping the rest of your tea.

Wonwoo set his bowl into the sink and filled it with water, smiling. It irked you somehow. You were only curious about whether or not he heard Jun return from his dance practice.

Joining him at the sink to clean your mug, you bumped his elbow. “What’s so cute over here?”

“Nothing,” he hummed dismissively, “I heard him crawl into bed, that’s pretty much it.”

“And that’s funny or something?”

“You ask about him quite frequently.” Wonwoo turned to you with a suspecting glance, one that made you subtly desire to dump a cup of water over his head. “You know that, right?”

The morning air was cool, yet your face felt immensely heated, almost prickling.

“I ask because we’re fri—”

“Friends. Yeah, yeah.” Wonwoo huffed, the omniscient smile creeping back toward his mouth, to which you could do nothing apart from gawk at your roommate despite his reiteration of a musing that wasn’t at all unfamiliar. “I’ve always loved you for your innate sense of comedy. It’s priceless.”

It’s what everyone assumed anyways. You and Jun fought tooth and nail to articulate your friendship, to paint with the colours that would lead everyone to believe it was true. Most often your explanations worked, yet there remained some who were particularly stubborn. Wonwoo was an evident case. But he was too close, too eagle-eyed, and he saw that you and Jun behaved in a manner completely beyond friendship. Despite the likewise feelings, something unbeknownst kept you apart.

“I know exactly what that means, idiot!” Echoed your shout as Wonwoo disappeared down the corridor, hoping to take refuge in his bedroom.

“I’m glad!” The depth of his voice reverberated into the kitchen, and you heard his door quickly shut.

No less than a few seconds later did Junhui reveal himself from around the corner, clean and freshened up after a steamy shower, one he desperately needed upon immediately passing out, sweat-soaked and exhausted in his bed the night before. Soonyoung definitely hadn’t taught their lesson with any degree of ease. Pretending you weren’t just quipping at Wonwoo, you smiled.

“Were you two fighting?” Jun asked, pulling out a frying pan from the cupboard. He usually whipped together an omelette for breakfast.

“No, not at all. We never fight, remember?”

Jun scoffed while opening the fridge, removing an egg carton and a plastic wrapping filled with vegetables. Still hungry, you started peeling open a tangerine from the fruit basket and stood next to him as he organized the produce onto a cutting board. Ever so faintly, you could smell the crisp scent to his aftershave. It was peculiar how a bit of foam could render your chest that cottony.

“In fact, when’s the last time you even remember an argument Wonwoo and I had?” You prodded.

“Two days ago,” Jun laughed, “when Wonwoo wanted to watch that exploration documentary on King Tut, but you changed the channel so you could finish the last season of Home Makeover.”

Pressing his rose lips together, Junhui casted you an innocent glance. “So there’s that.”

Separating a small slice of tangerine, you gently pushed the clove into the boy’s mouth. He smiled softly as he began to chew. With the gentle tang of citrus in the air, you set a hand on Jun’s shoulder and buried your face against his warm neck, whispering, “yeah, and it was definitely worth it.”

Quite frankly, neither you, Jun, Wonwoo, or Joshua were fairing optimally at the library. While Wonwoo sat on the opposite side of the table helping Joshua organize his economics presentation, you were neglecting your biology packet, instead choosing to sketch a tiny Princess Pebble in the paper’s upper corner. Jun had been tasked with reviewing his latest theatre script, yet he hadn’t even flicked through it. He was intrigued by one of the numerous mangas he’d saved to his phone.

“Take the last point off here,” Wonwoo said, peering over Joshua’s shoulder at his laptop, “there’s too much text, and this isn’t a major branch of your topic anyways.”

Joshua sighed as he made a few clicks on his keyboard. “Dude, I don’t think I can edit another word. This class is so boring.”

“Mr. Canning is just a boring professor,” Wonwoo sympathized, “it would be best if it were someone who weren’t so… dry. I guess is the right word.”

Slumping back in his chair, Joshua huffed, “he’s like a human chalk stick.”

Desperate to discuss something that wasn’t related to his lacklustre econ class, Joshua spared a glance at Jun’s unopened script. “Shouldn’t you be learning that?” He asked.

Jun didn’t look away from the phone in his lap. “I can’t do it here.”

“That means he’s going to open it for the first time at one in the morning, the day of his performance.” You chuckled, outlining the sketch of your guppy using Wonwoo’s pink gel pen.

Harshly, Jun’s hand smacked your knee under the table and you couldn’t help but laugh, garnering an over-the-shoulder glare from a student in the corner who’d been trying to focus on their colossal textbook. Wonwoo smiled at them apologetically while Joshua feigned as though he were typing something on his laptop. However, Jun’s hand didn’t leave your knee, and your laughter became an immediate drought, to which the sole thing you could feel was his palm creeping higher up your leg.

Attempting to be subtle, you turned your head slightly and looked at the boy with a bit of a warning expression, though Jun simply continued to scroll through his manga.

“I’m going to check the world history section,” Wonwoo announced, rising from the table, “anyone want to come with?”

Joshua pushed out his chair. “I’ll come just so I don’t have to stare at this shitty powerpoint.”

As soon as the boys walked beyond earshot, you pinched the edge of Jun’s ear. He finally tossed his phone onto the table, though he didn’t exactly appear compassionate, rather he was smirking, for he knew if you truly didn’t want his hand touching your leg then you would have bumped it away.

“You can’t do that.” Nonetheless, there surmounted a need to establish some insignificant boundary, one that neither of you were going to follow through. “Not when they’re so close.”

“But they didn’t see.” Jun replied, squeezing your inner thigh. “It shouldn’t matter.”

“It does. What if Joshua saw?” At that point, Wonwoo was fairly conditioned to your lingering fingertips, grazes and stares. He usually pretended not to notice them. However, Joshua was a risk.

Jun shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t you worry too much? I always touch your leg.”

That was the problem. People trying to convince other people that their relationship was wholly platonic didn’t linger in such an intimate way. They didn’t creep fingertips up the other’s inner thigh beneath a tablecloth, or possess a gaze that traced the other’s lips like a delectable piece of candy when they spoke. There shouldn’t be any whispers pressed quickly against the other’s ear when no one else was looking, or the dire urge to climb into the other’s lap when their legs were wide open.

Both of you were afraid. Neither of you wanted to break the question that would thrust your relationship into the light. You kept waiting for the right time, but it always seemed one step ahead.

The movie theatre was nearly empty as the longwinded credit screen continued rolling, the last few congregations throwing their soda cups and empty packages into the garbage on their way out. Still, the floor of practically every row had been scattered with butter popcorn or melted m&m’s, shiny chocolate wrappers left crinkled in the recliners like the employees were supposed to take them home as gifts. Wonwoo put his hands on the back of his head, examining the disastrous rows.

You sensed he was feeling rather lucky about not being scheduled that night. Jun forced himself from the recliner and picked up his cup of fruit punch, jammed with way too many ice cubes.

If no one else was going to comment, you might as well. “That wasn’t the worst.”

“Agreed.” Wonwoo said, pushing up his glasses. “The murderer’s ploy was difficult to follow at times. I started getting confused when he left his car in the woods.”

“What?” Jun gawked. “That’s when you got confused? I didn’t even know what was happening after the first half hour.” His eyes gleamed in astonishment.

“Same.” You admitted. “I guess you’ll have to explain in the car.”

Reaching into the cupholder, you pulled out the package of strawberry tangs with nothing but a tiny amount of the powder-like sugar left inside.

“Thank you for picking up your trash,” Wonwoo sighed, taking the lead down the stairway while the credit music still played, “I’d hate to be working tonight.”

The wide corridor was completely vacant by the time you exited the theatre. Ever so slightly you could hear the galactic sound effects from the arcade machines. That buttery scent of popcorn seemed to waft no matter where you stood in the cinema. Wonwoo announced that he was going to check the concession counter to see who was on cash, but assured he would meet you and Jun at the back exit. Jun hurriedly downed his fruit punch in a large gulp before you emerged into the night.

You were confined to the small overhang by the doorway, for a hard rain was pelting against the concrete and turned the night air considerably cooler. Not one of you had checked the forecast beforehand, and you would undoubtedly get drenched straight through to the flesh in your thin long-sleeve.

“How are we going to make it to the car?” You groaned.

Pulling up his hood, Jun only laughed. “Now is a good time to be able to teleport.” He then stuck out his hand for a moment, the raindrops hitting his palm.

“Does it feel like bullets?”

“No. It feels kind of nice actually.” He remarked.

Curious, you rolled up your sleeve and extended your arm into the downpour. Jun was right, it felt satisfactory as each of the brisk droplets splashed your skin. However, you prematurely discovered the rain wasn’t so appealing when Jun suddenly shoved you from beneath the overhang.

“Hey— what the hell?!” You squealed upon the immediate repercussions, the cold water already leaking through your top while Junhui slapped his thigh, cackling.

Wanting to erase that luminous grin of his, you attempted wrestling the lanky boy into the weather, but no more than a few harmless drops skimmed his shoulder. Yet, with another brute shove, Jun stumbled, feeling the silver needles of rain pour down from the night sky and swirl at his dampening sneakers. He was laughing as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you hard against his chest before you were even cognisant that an immense wetness was soaking through your every article.

You wished it had been indignance drumming in your heart rather than affection, because it was taking every single fibre of your being not to kiss him. As the droplets beaded down his skin, he was like a springtime flower caught in the morning dew, and when he carded back the wet, black hairs plastered to his forehead, you thought it was possible to fall into him and never feel that concrete scrape your knees. Gently, his hand touched the small of your wet back, his breaths deepening.

He urged you in tighter as his tongue ran along his bottom lip, tasting the rain.

You were shivering, frigid, though your blood was far too warm to let yourself take note. Instead, you moved your head closer, closer, Jun’s cold palm cupping your cheek and your eyes fluttering shut and your soft mouths just brushing together— until Wonwoo appeared from inside.

Instantly, you two pushed away from each other. With his eyes widening, Wonwoo stuttered.

“I-I’m… I’m going to pretend as best I can that something weird didn’t almost happen.” He stated, swallowing thickly. “Just… Why did you two have to get soaked? You’re sitting in my car, y’know!”

At last, you felt that icy shiver trickle down your spine.

“S-Sorry.” You hummed, teeth chattering.

“I guess it’s fine,” Wonwoo sighed, “I have some towels under the passenger’s seat.”

Not long after returning to the apartment, Wonwoo gathered his laptop and slipped into his pyjamas. He proceeded to flop onto the couch to edit his research paper, though it didn’t take much for his eyelids to start weighing down, his dense paragraphs blurring together on the screen. More often than not you would take advantage of Wonwoo’s midnight crashes in the living room.

After exchanging your damp, terribly cold clothes for a warm t-shirt and sweatpants, you found yourself cozied beneath Jun’s comforter for the umpteenth night. The boy’s head rested against the crook of your neck, where his slow breaths were cool to your skin, though they occasionally became heavier when your fingertips stroked at his smooth hair. He was much like a kitten who loved a thorough scratch behind the ears. You swore that he purred whenever you rubbed the right spot.

Holding out his phone, he’d been finishing an episode of his drama before bed. You tucked some of the black locks behind his ear, noting how much it’d grown over the months. Then your gaze wandered over every detail that shaped his face, as though he were a textured oil painting.

His eyes were always glimmering, seemingly innocent and curious, yet you knew just how much that earthly shade could darken when he fell into his professions. When Jun acted on stage, his gaze lost its untainted nature. It moulded into the role of the sinister characters he preferred playing. When he danced in blazing lights, those eyes were sharp enough to consume, to cut, almost like a razorblade.

But then you studied his lips, his heart-shaped cupid’s bow, the small constellation of moles that dotted his skin like kisses from past soulmates. You thought back to the mist and the rain, his hand resting against the small of your back, how close you were to tasting the flavourful, fruity mix of his drink. In fact, you wondered why you didn’t just kiss Junhui whenever you wanted. What was stopping you, in that moment, from turning his head toward you so that your lips could press to his?

Suddenly, the boy laughed at his phone screen, to which you felt the brassy reverberation erupt in his chest, his eyes glinting and his mouth stretched into a box-like smile. You pulled a few strands of hair from his forehead as he seemed to be glowing, his cheeks rosy.

Jun mewled in surprise when your fingers threaded rather tight through his black locks, feeling you tilt his head up until his gaze was burning into yours.

You didn’t hesitate. Leaning forward, you kissed him sweet and slow.

Jun’s eyes fluttered as the pressure warmed his mouth, a small whine getting caught in his throat upon the gentle sting of your hand tugging at his tresses, his scalp tingling. His phone sunk into the bedsheets, and instead he was gripping your t-shirt, moving his head with yours as the kiss deepened. He tasted like mint, and his small whines were silky.

How on earth could you have ever shied from kissing him when it felt so relieving? Nothing else held any significance to you apart from making his pretty lips shine.

However, you needed to catch your breath. Releasing the firm grasp on his hair, you detached your mouth from his, your chest rising and falling in great lengths. The boy’s eyes couldn’t be more glazed, his lips shimmering, flushed garnet and slightly swollen. Neither of you uttered a word. The blankets fell from Jun’s shoulders as he straddled your waist eagerly. Again, his mouth slotted with yours, and your hands slid up his caramel thighs, imprinting his flesh with the curve of your fingernails.

If you kept quiet enough, then perhaps Wonwoo would remain asleep until morning.

Standing amongst the crowd in the cramped performance hall, it was inevitable that you would get bumped around like a tiny, flying pinball. After rutting into Wonwoo’s shoulder for the third time, he seemed dauntingly close to losing his indolence and snapping, though he realized it wasn’t your fault that others were pushing toward the front of the stage and bit his tongue.  

It became tradition for Soonyoung and his students to rent the downtown performance hall and host a fundraiser. The event typically lasted a few hours, with a few short interludes where the dancers would retreat backstage to catch their breath. Being Jun’s roommate, you and Wonwoo were always granted access into the small dressing room, and though you never admitted it, you loved experiencing that small flash of pride whenever the moonstruck audience watched you slip away.

The next interlude was closing in. Despite the different dancers on stage, you really, truthfully, only watched Jun. Each time he captured the centre position, you couldn’t help but cup your hands around your mouth, being one of the first to cheer overtop the deafening music as he moved so fluidly, with poise. He was a completely different person when he performed. Somehow, his tender-hearted nature would peel back and he’d emerge a domineering beacon.

As soon as the stage ended, an uproar rippled from the audience and resonated deep in your ears, to which you couldn’t help but slightly bury your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder to muffle the cacophony. Nonetheless, you were clapping, smiling, staring fondly as Jun grabbed his collar and fluffed it out, welcoming a slight gust of humid air. His skin was dewy with sweat, and yet he glowed beautifully, even when he was breathing so heavily through his nose.

Soonyoung was speaking into his microphone, but you missed half his speech, and before you knew it you were being dragged by Wonwoo through the crowd toward the backstage entrance. The room was at least big enough to accommodate the dancers. Jun was in the corner, gulping down his water.

“Only three more songs,” Wonwoo smiled, “you guys really stepped the level up this year.”

It took a moment before Jun replied, the column of his neck glittering as he completely crushed the plastic bottle in his hands.

“Yeah,” he burst out, “I’m freaking dying.”

“It’s for a good cause at least.” Wonwoo reasoned, ignoring how you stepped on his foot.

After Jun rolled his eyes, he was staring at you.

The air grew much too thick, and you had to clear your throat. “S-Seriously, you’ve improved so much. I can’t believe it.”

“Thanks,” Jun replied, scratching his nape, “it’s nothing special, really.”

“Uh? Nothing special?” Wonwoo quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t Soonyoung say you’re one of the best in the class?”

When Jun innocently flitted his gaze toward a distant spot and pressed his lips together, Wonwoo merely huffed, announcing he was going to the lobby for a drink of water. You watched him wind between the busy dancers, either wiping down their sweat or fanning themselves, until he disappeared out the door. When you faced Jun again, you looped your fingers through the satin collar of his stage outfit and kissed him quickly, knowing everyone was too occupied to take note.

He squeaked, “what happened to being careful?”

“This is your fault.” You eagerly pinned it on him. “Try being less hot.”

“That’s horrible advice. And also not possible. Which makes it worse than horrible.”

You weren’t sure whether or not you wanted to feel his mouth again or whack the side of his head with his deflated water bottle. Opting for latter, you stole another kiss, though you tensed in surprise when Jun wrapped his arm around your waist to secure your body firm against his. Hastily, you pushed at his toned stomach, your heart drilling manically as you looked over your shoulder toward the dancers. It didn’t appear as though anyone had seen and you breathed out in relief.

Suddenly, Soonyoung poked his head through the doorway.

“Ten minutes!” He shouted before disappearing.

Jun was staring at you with the most ingenious twinkle.

“That was your fault.” He purred, tapping your thigh with his water bottle. “Try being less hot.”

You did feel a small sliver of guilt. After all, Wonwoo had been waiting back at the apartment for approximately an hour, twiddling his thumbs, wondering why you and Jun required so much goddamn time just to buy some hot fudge sundaes. The molten taste of the chocolate, the vanilla ice cream, cold and sweet, was completely stolen from your lips by the boy whose lap you were occupying. Wonwoo’s sundae sat on the dashboard, dripping slowly beneath the evening sunlight.

And yet, that infinitesimal sliver was plucked straight out when Jun latched onto a sensitive patch of your neck, softly digging in his teeth and swirling his tongue. Your fingers sheathed through the black hair and pulled up at the roots, knowing how much pleasure he took from the dull sting. Button by button, Jun started to simultaneously open your shirt, to which you questioned if this was really happening, if you were really going to sort of out the complications of intercourse in his car.

The device abandoned in the passenger’s seat buzzed. You already knew the name to the text. As Jun kissed his way down to your collarbone, licking and suckling, you reached for your phone, feeling it buzz again with another impatient text. The guilt from earlier began to resurface.

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] This is suspicious now. WHERE ARE YOU? >:(

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] Actually screw that. WHERE IS MY HOT FUDGE SUNDAE?

The screen blipped with yet another message.

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] I know you’re reading these… Answer me or I won’t feed Princess Pebble!!

“J-Jun,” you piped up, hearing his low, husky mumble while he continued to mark your collarbone, “I think we need to go home now.”

The boy splayed a few more open-mouthed kisses against the skin before peeking up at you, his eyes wide and glimmering, lips flushed a deep magenta. With half the buttons of your shirt hanging open and your heart blazing, you had to snip the venereal longing in its bud.

“What’s wrong?” Jun hummed, pushing his fingers through the loops on your jeans. “Who’s texting?”

“Wonwoo. He’s been waiting for almost an hour, and his sundae is gonna be a puddle at this rate.”

He blinked a bit cluelessly, though still in musing. “There’s no way to be quick about this, is there?”

Rebuttoning your shirt, you shook your head and laughed. “Let’s wait before we ruin the car. I’m sure there’ll be a better time in the future.”

Jun nodded in agreement and relaxed back into the seat, a ray of sunshine that bled golden slanting through the windshield. Somehow, Wonwoo’s sundae wasn’t a complete pool sitting in the plastic cup, but that didn’t negate the fact he was still going to start his theory on responsibility and trust the moment you stepped onto the welcome mat. As you finished clasping the last buttons, something had caught Jun’s eye out the window, for he immediately panicked and tightly gripped your waist.

“Oh my god, g-get off my lap,” he grunted, to which your head bumped against the ceiling during the hurried shuffle and your knee whacked the gearstick.

“Ow! Okay, I’m going! Jeez, could you not give me a warning?”

“No,” Jun remarked, looking quickly to the rear-view mirror to straighten out his hair, “it’s Jeonghan and Soonyoung. They just came out of the store.”

When you glanced out Jun’s window, you noted the duo making their way across the parking lot, some plastic bags filled with groceries hanging from Jeonghan’s hand while Soonyoung appeared to be texting someone. To both your dismay, Soonyoung immediately recognized Jun’s car. You watched as the blonde bumped Jeonghan’s shoulder, how they took a slight detour on their way over.

“We have to talk to them?” You whined. “Are you kidding? Lock your window.”

Jun’s brow pinched together. “How is that going to help? They already saw us so just relax.”

“You’re telling me to relax? You practically threw me off your la—”

“Shht,” Jun snapped as the two boys drew nearer, “just shhhhht okay?” And with an incredibly large gulp, he plastered a happy-go-lucky smile to his mouth and let the window slide open.

“Jun?” Soonyoung called, leaning down slightly to peer inside the vehicle. “What’re you doing out here, huh? Back from shoplifting?”

Jeonghan bent down too, grinning snidely. “You looked a little frazzled or something.”

“Me?” Jun pointed at himself. “No, I’m fine. Just – we have to leave. Wonwoo is waiting.”

“Wonwoo?” Jeonghan seemed excited. “I haven’t seen him in a while. Hey, tell him I’m still appreciative for writing my World History paper on the Persian Empire.”

You knew it was best to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help your slight choke. Wonwoo had come home one day saying that one of his classmates offered him seventy-five bucks if he’d write their history paper. He wasn’t going to oblige originally, but cracked after listening to his classmate type out their introduction in the library, that it was just so bad Wonwoo felt piteous and decided to pitch in.

Gaping at Jeonghan, you exclaimed, “that was you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I still dropped that class. And Wonwoo definitely thinks I’m a dumbass. But I didn’t have to do a spot of work, and now I’m getting smooth nineties in English. You just have to make up some shit and do a couple fancy indents and you’re set.”

Jeonghan paused, then leaned in a little further to look you up and down. “Y’know, I’ve never seen you before. How easily do you give out your numbe—”

“We really have to go,” Jun interrupted, already clicking the button to roll up the window, “see you at practice, Soonyoung. Bye Jeonghan!”

The two boys didn’t really have any other option apart from stepping back, allowing Jun to exit the parking space and turn onto the road. Not that it would help much, you turned on the air conditioning until it felt like the wind was pure ice, hoping that you’d be able to preserve Wonwoo’s melting fudge sundae. You made sure to text him on your whereabouts, that you were heading home, and churned up a white lie about how you ran into Jun’s friends who held a persistent conversation.

It wasn’t entirely false. And yet, Wonwoo still managed to see through it.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Just say you were making out.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Btw, I fed Princess Pebble.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: I’m not a sinner. Unlike you guys.

Later that evening, after delivering Wonwoo his melted cup of chocolate ice cream, after Jun quickly threw some extra clothes into his backpack and ran to his late-night dance practice, you were standing at the fish tank with some new plants you bought for your guppy. As the bright lights of the tank reflected across your face, there was a strange feeling inside you. It seemed like turbulence, confusion, your heart experiencing one sentiment but your brain thinking another.

You hadn’t realized you were absently standing there until Wonwoo came into the dark living room, holding a crumpled tube of toothpaste and his toothbrush. Watching the pink fish swim in between her new seaweed arrangement, he asked you if there was an extra tube stored in your bedroom.

“Don’t think so. Text Jun and ask him to stop at the store when his practice ends.”

“I’ll do that…” Wonwoo sighed. “Hey, you know I already fed Princess Pebble?”

He accompanied you at the tank. For some reason, you refused to look at Wonwoo. You felt unusually vulnerable, like a fragile shell that could be cracked open even by the gentlest hands, and the more you thought into your emotions, the harder your heart started pounding.

“I-I know,” you smiled weakly, “but I got her some new plants today. I just put them in.”

Wonwoo could always tell when something was off-kilter. You almost hated how sharp his senses were, that he was able to detect with such accuracy how you were being eaten up inside. Softly, he touched your shoulder, urged you to turn toward him so he could see the honest colour in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.

You felt terrified, but there was no sense in pretending.

“How do I tell Jun that I’m in love with him? That I don’t want us to be a secret anymore?”

It was a weighted question, and you knew that. But it was also the truth. As much as it could be invigorating to maintain a secret relationship, you were beginning to feel the brittle side effects that came with keeping such love behind closed doors. You didn’t want Jun to push you from his lap just because his friends might’ve seen you, nor did you want to keep an eye out for whether or not you should knock his hand off your thigh in public. The secrecy had been fun, but it wasn’t enough.

Scratching the blue collar of his shirt, Wonwoo appeared uncertain.

“I’m not sure, honestly. I just think you shouldn’t repress this. You need to be upfront.”

“How?” It sounded like a desperate plead. “I don’t know how, Wonwoo.”

“Stop overthinking it,” the boy advised, grabbing onto your shoulders and giving your frame a small, grounding shake, “you know Jun. You know he isn’t a rash person. You know if you tell him he’ll hear every word of it. It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re all he thinks about.”

Wonwoo  brushed at the side of your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t hurt yourself like this, okay? The next time you’re alone, just say how you feel. I promise it won’t be as bad as you’re hypothesizing.”

You inhaled a deep breath and nodded. Overthinking was a poison to you. It shouldn’t be that difficult to be honest, especially when you knew how attentive Jun was, the manner in which he always adapted himself to be of a comforting presence.

“Okay,” you attempted to draw together some confidence, “I’ll do that.”

“Good.” The boy grinned, still fiddling with his empty tube of toothpaste. “It really doesn’t bother me that you guys run around together. Just… please… never do anything weird in my bed.”

The next time you were alone with Jun, it was all but a desirable circumstance. Once you came home from work and heated up some leftover dinner in the microwave, you decided to feed Princess Pebble, though your jaw unhinged as you noticed something a little unorthodox about her tank: a pink blotch floating against the surface of the water. Immediately, the tears welted hot and stinging against your eyes. You had to use the small net to scoop your guppy out from the water.

Remarkably, Princess Pebble had lived a long life for a fish. You remembered walking with Jun to the pet store one summer afternoon, after you two finished your last day of eleventh grade and had just escaped a brutal chemistry exam. Rather than studying beforehand, you spent ample time researching different types of fish, and would often send Jun pictures asking him to choose which one he thought was cutest. Yet, at the end of it all, you chose a guppy with the prettiest pink scales.

“Don’t most people want a puppy? A kitten? And you choose a boring fish.”

Jun had teased, sounding awkward and a bit lisped through his braces.

Somehow, Princess Pebble had managed to live a five-year lifespan. Wonwoo told you most guppies live for two years, three years if the owner takes good care. Sitting at the kitchen table, you placed her body onto a piece of paper towel, the thick tears dripping down your cheeks while your sinuses grew wet and congested. You didn’t know if it was petulant to be your age, crying over a pet fish. In fact, you didn’t even possess the heart to rise from the table and discard her body.

It wasn’t much longer until Jun returned home after his theatre class, to which you heard his key rattling in the lock. Wonwoo was scheduled for a shift at the cinema, most likely handing out overpriced popcorn and chocolate and having to reject every person who asked for his number.

“Hey,” he called, shouldering off his backpack, “Wonwoo texted me. That weird thriller we were looking at is playing next week. We should—,”

Jun paused the moment he heard your runny sniffling. He didn’t realize that your fish was sitting on the paper towel until he took a few steps closer. You felt embarrassed Jun had to see you like this. If you were crying, it had always been over something with a little more gravity, like the time you were distraught about flunking your laboratory practical, and Wonwoo couldn’t persuade you to open your bedroom door no matter how frequently he stood outside, pleading.

Plucking at the collar of your shirt, you used the fabric to clear away the tears. Without a word, Jun grabbed another chair from the dining table and pulled it next to you, scooting in close. As soon as you felt his arm drape around your shoulders, it was like someone had pulled the plug on a bathtub filled with water, to which you pressed your face against his neck and sobbed harder.

“I’m so sorry.” Jun whispered, hugging you tight to his comfortable chest. “It’s okay to be upset. I know how much she meant to you.”

He drew soothing strokes down the back of your head, and he sat with you until those wet pearls ran dry with salt. You knew it wasn’t wise to keep her body out in the air, that you would have to discard her somehow, yet the thought of having to flush her away seemed too cruel. Jun wiped the soft glisten from your cheeks with his sleeve, his fingers then tracing up and down the side of your face.

“I-I don’t want to flush her.” You blubbered.

The boy shook his head. “We won’t do that. We’ll find a good way to handle it.” His thumb brushed tenderly below the fragile skin of your eye for a moment, and he seemed to be in musing.

“Wait here.” He announced, suddenly running into his bedroom.

You could hear Jun shuffling through his closet, moving around clothing hangers and pushing aside boxes still filled with some of his old belongings from homelife in Shenzhen. When he remerged into the living room, he was holding a particular tissue box, one that you hadn’t seen since twelfth grade biology. You, Jun, and Wonwoo had painted and decorated the box as part of an optional project, to see if you could grow any plants from the packets of radish and tomato seeds your teacher had.

Nothing ever grew. Wonwoo claimed there had been some green sprouts when it was his turn to look after the makeshift garden, but that his cat snuck into his room and ate them all. Jun always kept a multitude of random things that dated back to your adolescence. As awkward and bumpy as those times were, seeing the tissue box reminded you that there had been precious moments too.

“Why do you still have that?” You laughed, even if your chest was aching.

“Because that was the first time us three did something together.” Jun said, returning to his seat beside you. “It was one of the first memories I made after moving away from home.”

You fondly looked at Jun while pulling the tissue box toward you, slathered in old, chipping acrylic paint and obnoxious, starry glitter.

Licking the dry salt off your lips, you smiled. “Princess Pebble would love this.”

“It can be her shrine. When Wonwoo comes home, we can find a good place to bury it.” Jun explained. “I know I called her boring five years ago, but I didn’t mean it. I loved her too.”

In the pensive silence, you thought back to your conversation with Wonwoo, recalling his firm grip on your shoulders as he reiterated the importance of freeing your heart, of not bogging yourself down with too many untold truths. Then, you glanced at Jun. You thought about that fluttering feeling when you kissed him, when you ran your fingers through his hair, listening to his deep-chested laughter whenever he gleefully buckled over into your lap after telling one of his hit-or-miss jokes.

The boy tensed slightly as you pulled him into a hug, though he quickly came to ease and warmth. You thanked him, because it just felt like the right thing to do for his compassion.

And then you told him something else.

“I love you.”

Without missing a heartbeat, he murmured against your hair, “I love you too.”

It was late, unreasonably late, the past-midnight late where the entire world falls still like an unperturbed pond. Downtown was completely hushed. Every so often the wind picked up, though it inevitably withered away in between the buildings and emerged a pitiful whistle onto the street. And yet, despite the fact you should be tucked in bed while the moon protected the silence in her silver hands, you were pushing outside the convenience shop with Jun close behind.

He took the end of a straw into his mouth and slurped at the sweet, cherry-flavoured slushie that was beginning to empty. Immediately, he crinkled his forehead and his face contorted.

“How many times have I said not to do that?” You laughed as he passed you the slippery cup.

“I don’t know. Three?” Jun replied with a grimace. “I can really feel it. Wait, I need a moment.”

You stopped next to the traffic post at the end of the street. Jun grabbed at his hair and squeezed like it was some miraculous remedy for curing a brain freeze. Directing the straw into your mouth, you sucked up the cherry syrup and crushed ice until you felt the distant ache thrum inside your head.

“Okay…” Jun concluded, brushing the long, black fringe from his eyes, “I’m good now.”

Thrusting the drink back into his hands, you couldn’t help but huff: “you’re such a baby.”

As though to prove your point, Jun started whining. “My head is so, so cold. It’s freezing.”

“So put this up or something.” You teased, reaching around the back of his neck to pull the boy’s hood over his head. Giggling slightly, you grinned at him as he shot you a questionable glance.

The streets remained quiet, and the sky was remarkably clear, no more than a few ragged and thin clouds drifting over the stars. The last time you had been on this corner, you were licking the strawberry sugar off your fingertips while Jun crumpled his last packet of popping candy. You remembered tracing the rose tint that warmed his lips, each fibre in your muscle twitching because you just wanted to wrap a hand through his locks and kiss him like he was your last breath.

You didn’t understand how you could love one person so much. Why love often fused itself into your bloodstream more than functionality. Your heart knew how to beat, yet it stumbled whenever you gazed at him. Your lungs knew how to filter the air, yet they closed up whenever you caught his eye. Your tongue knew how to articulate, yet it tied itself in a knot the moment he’d touch you.

“Hey,” you mumbled, patting his arm, “can I ask you something?”

Jun looked away from the stars, sipping at his drink again. He nodded.

The moon probably wanted to crush your heart in her hands for how loudly it was thumping.

“What if I told you that I want people to know we’re together? What would you say?”

Despite your anxiousness, you weren’t as afraid as you anticipated. Maybe it was because Jun didn’t immediately sour or attempt to disparage your sentiments. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he blinked at you, but it didn’t matter. When it was most important, Jun picked his words carefully.

“I’d tell you that I want the same thing,” he admitted, his tone deepening and the amber in his cheeks sparked with pink, “that I want people to know how I feel about you… That I’ve always been in love with you.”

You smiled wide, like a kid who just got their braces off. Unable to contain such a rapturous energy, you stepped in close to Jun and held onto his shoulders, dotting the corners of his mouth with small kisses before you pressed your lips against his. You felt him smirk, though it seemed too devious. Jun had suddenly wrapped his arms around your lower back, pushing you in chest-to-chest. You melted as he kissed you, your fingertips ghosting along the soft hairs at his nape, the moonlight on your skin.

When you arrived back at the apartment, you could hear a few of Wonwoo’s gentle snores echo from behind the bedroom door. Just before you slipped away into your own room, Jun left a goodnight kiss to the top of your head, his hand thoughtfully squeezing your hip.

“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”

It was a surface-level question really, but nonetheless, your heart still skipped a beat. In only a second or more the silence was bearing down too heavily and it felt like your heart was a book with all its pages out. Jun’s eyes were twinkling as he blinked up at you.

You finally knew what you should have said.

“Because I love you.”

✧✎ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET PRINCE!! never would i have imagined that someone who’s on the opposite side of the globe could mean so much to me ;_; mr. moon has been such a healing presence, and it’s bc of him that i have found so much happiness these past five years! whenever i see him smiling and laughing and have good ol times just being himself, all my worrisome thoughts somehow fade away and i feel only joy!! 

anyways, i don’t want to ramble for too long (i could really fill a page with my cloying sentiments r.i.p) but i hope this was a wholesome fic!! the stars aligned and for once i was able to write a fic for a member’s birthday :_) 

#svt fanfic #jun scenarios #seventeen scenarios #jun fic #seventeen fics #seventeen imagines #jun imagine #jun x reader #svt x reader #wen junhui #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #junhui scenarios #jun fluff #junhui fic

[littlemindblabbles]

You still love me right?

Pairing: Wonwoo x Junhui (Wonhui)

Summary: A super short teeth-rotting fluffy side story to my main wonhui fic, but can also be read alone. (Also because I still have writer’s block for my 96 line epilogue) 

“Wonnie, you still love me right?” Junhui felt a bit stupid asking his boyfriend of 4 months, but sometimes you just have to be extra sure. 

“Kitten, you’ve basically moved into my house last month, how could I not love you?” His boyfriend rolled his eyes, exasperated before pulling Junhui into his arms. “Do you really have to keep asking me this?” At least Junhui had the decency to blush.

“It’s just, I’m still having such a hard time believing you want to stay with me for so long. I’ve always just expected to disappoint people. I’m sorrry if it annoys you, I won’t do it anymore.” Junhui looked down at his sweater paws, before attempting to move out of Wonwoo’s arms. Unfortunately, his boyfriend’s grip was strong, so he wasn’t going anywhere. Wonwoo gently raised his chin to meet his eyes. 

“Junnie, it really pains me to see you feel this way about yourself. Especially after that stupid bet I did which probably did not help your insecurity at all.” Well, Wonwoo was partially right, he had forgiven him for it and had mostly moved on from it, but deep down Junhui knew that the affects of Wonwoo abandoning him and playing with his feelings (even if he didn’t mean it) would take a bit longer to disappear. 

“I will forever be sorry for that, and I am ready to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and showing you that I will never be stupid enough to lose you again. Although I cannot guarantee that we won’t have disagreements and fights, we’re pretty different after all, I can promise with my entire heart that we will work through it together and I will never leave. I love you so much Kitten, and I will remind you every time you feel otherwise.”

Not gonna lie, that nearly moved Junhui to tears. How could he have been so lucky? Of course Wonwoo loves him, and he’s shown nothing less ever since they’d gotten back together 4 months ago. He wound his hands tightly around Wonwoo and gave him a passionate kiss. 

Blushing as he pulled back, Wonwoo looked at him and raised an eyebrow. 

“Now you can’t just kiss me like that and stop Junnie.” Junhui let out a shy laugh before burrying his head into Wonwoo’s chest and mumbled something.

“What was that Kitten?”

“I love you, very very much.” Came the soft reply. At that Wonwoo let out a laugh and proceeded to attack his boyfriend with kisses to show just how much he meant his words.

#Seventeen #svt #kpop #svt fic #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #one shot #wonhui #wonwoo #junhui #jeon wonwoo #wen junhui #jun

[bittersweethue]

The best of the best yet (well for me anyways). Seventeen AU recommendations.

Notes

Of course all of this has smut. I won’t be me if this did not have smut. 

The titles also contain the links. Idk why I felt the need to say that. 

CHEOLSOO ( Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups / Hong Jisoo | Joshua)

Call me an amenity

By: brightlight

Summary:

Seungcheol typically doesn't form relationships when he's travelling on business. (But then again, most people aren't Joshua Hong.)

Feels: 

Wow. This just. WOW. 

I’ve never read a cheolsoo fic this good and raw and emotionally straining. Pining. Of course there’s pining. Their emotions will consume you and leave you sobbing. 

This is just a long distance ‘relationship’  esque fic basically. That will make you sad and yearn for the same thing too. (Pinagtagpo pero di tidahana sht)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11891772

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JICHEOL (Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups / Lee Jihoon | Woozi )

Busan 112 

By: Hakovftw

Summary: 

Jihoon’s been at Busan Police station for three years, and he still gets mistaken as a kid dressing up for Halloween. 

It’s so fucking unfair. 

Jihoon’s not jealous. He’s just angry that the meritocracy is failing him. 

And what makes this worse, what makes this harder to bear, is that Seungcheol is hot as hell ans looks fucking amazing in his police uniform.

It’s his only saving grace, Jihoon thinks. 

Feels: 

Absolutely love it. There is so much pining and slow burn and pINING I COULD YEET MYSELF OFF A CLIFF. 

I always love AUs wherein the author doesn’t rush the pining process? It makes everything flow and feel real. The slow burn is absolutely amazing and WORTH IT. 

Link: (It’s not up anymore, but hoping that the author will put it up again in their other account, wtfkovah)

We were two before our time

By: wtfkovah

Summary:

Jihoon, an Omega, with little social standing, poor familial associations and hardly a tuppence to his name finds honest work as a teacher. His break with the norm results in a broken courtship, and the heartache and financial strain that follow send him south for the summer season, to teach Hansol, the youngest son of the Choi family.

Feels:

I am absolutely so so in love with this. A very very dear favorite? It’s a historical au and I have always loved those. And it being an ABO fic is just *chef’s kiss*. The way it was written is very historical-y too, the words and flow and all. 

The pining is spot on, and Ji is so damn relatable in all situations. Cheol’s wooing is so adorable. Everything is so steamy and full of want holy sh-

JUST READ IT, PLEASE PLEASE. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24308842

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JUNHAO (Wen Jun Hui | Jun / Xu Ming Hao | The8)

every chance I get (I'll turn you on)

By: xumyuho

Summary: 

Minghao is a kid with miserable talents at choice making and a lot of feelings. Wen Junhui is the hot graduate who he's sleeping with and has most of those feelings for.

Everything about his life is confusing, but at least the sex is great.

Feels: 

One of the first fics that I have read. Dunno why I had to mention that. 

The way it was written was so realistic, like you forget that you are actually reading. It’s like the words just fly off and you see everything so clearly with how it was written. 

The pining? Perfection. The feels? YES. Can’t say more because I might end up spoiling it. Fuck buddy pining perfection. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5359739

you must have been very far

By: jeosheo

Summary: 

Junhui isn’t nearly as drunk as his friends; unfortunately, they’re the ones selecting his punishment for having lost miserably at this party game.

“Kiss someone,” Seokmin slurrily suggests.

“Hook up with someone!” Jeonghan corrects.

“With Minghao!”

Feels: 

Nothing has beat this yet. NOTHING. My absolute favorite fic about Seventeen. 

The writing style confused me at first, but you’ll get the hang of it. Jun basically does not know what he feels and just chalk’s up everything to awkwardness. This is a fic where someone pines after someone without knowing it. 

Idk why but it broke me. All I know is I read this at midnight and fell asleep crying. I was an emotional mess for days after it. 

(Ah maybe it’s because of how precious someone could be when they get what they deserve, even if they think they don’t deserve it.)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6880459

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WONHUI (Jeon Wonwoo / Wen Jun Hui | Jun)

No Amount of Words (Mother Tongue)

By:  rapgodwoozi

Summary:

The last thing Junhui is expecting when he boards a train bound for Amsterdam is to fall in love.

Feels: 

This is what love feels like in the movies but also not like in the movies. Willing to risk it all, questioning yourself, thinking if you deserve to be happy. 

I really love how everything is emotionally straining. Main thought here is “so-this-is-what-it-feels-like-to-fall-in-love-slowly-but-also-all-at-once”.

Couldn’t read it all at once because of how consuming the emotions are. It’s that straining and the amount of uncertainty and flowery sappy sht will choke you. 

GyuHao is also an adorable side pairing here. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20018710

Sweet Devotion

By:  Swanny_Writer

Summary:

Wonwoo meets his soulmate at a party, but the omega disappears the following morning.

Junhui meets his soulmate at a party, but holding a huge secret, he can't let the alpha claim him.

(Or the one where WonHui meet at another masquerade ball. They also have a kid and eat lots of cakes)

Feels:

Soft Junhui. Cute Junhui. Baby Junhui with a babie. FLUFF JUNHUIII!

Idk wonu is so adorable here, so cute and so caring. A feel good fic + smut. 

But its more than the smut okay? Read it if you want to feel uwu. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22283092

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GYUHAO ( Kim Mingyu / Xu Ming Hao | The8 )

Actually both fics belong into the same series entitled we, as fruitful youth and I only realized this after months, what in the heck. 

(may the sun kiss you) unconditional

By: xumyuho

Summary:  

Mingyu doesn't need to be right, he just wants to win. Or, more specifically, he just wants Minghao to say "I lose."

Feels: 

Forgot the title and all due to reading so many fics but I have always remembered the flower giving part. That made me cri in fluff. 

Another ‘so-this-is-what-love-feels-like’ + ‘finding-home-in-a-person’ kind of fic. That kind of uwu. 

Trying to learn so much about the other and loving them more and more throughout the process. This is so beautiful and real, imma cri. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9167740

Just need one night (slightly more if it's done right)

By:  xumyuho

Summary:

“I like it like this, even without the slow-dancing and flowers.”

“Good. I’m never doing slow-dancing or flowers.”

Feels:

Holy sht this is so awkward and real and it made me realize that all relationships are like this, awkward and weird yet still full of talking, and emotions and fuck ups and IDKKK I love how realistic everything was. 

It’s not the typical ‘he-is-the-moon-and-perfect-and-I-would-die-for-him-if-I-could’ type of story and that makes it so refreshing. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6448174

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JEONGCHEOL ( Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups / Yoon Jeonghan) 

Gay Chicken

By:  twinklingpaopufruit 

Summary:

Jisoo explains to Seungcheol and Jeonghan the concept of gay chicken.

Feels:

Is this a novel??? It’s just that kind of fic. 

Jeongcheol want + uncertainty + fluff + smut goodness. This is so so good. 

You can actually imagine all this pining and amazingness happening because of how close to their own known characters Jeongcheol is here. Like all the details we know of them, how they think, how they move, how they feel and act, this fic is faithful to it. 

The kind of fic also where you realize that Jeongcheol is the king of ships, and how all of us want to either date them, or be them. THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN.  

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6675838

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JOSHUA + Everyone 

Good Things (Are Supposed To) Come In Threes

By: SandyRoses

Summary:

In a world where being away from your mates for too long causes physical and emotional pain, Joshua doesn't think he has it easy. He can't remember the last time he, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol just sat and cuddled. It's beginning to hurt, and he doesn't know how much longer he can handle being alone. He doesn't want to be alone.

All he wants to do is be held and loved. Slowly, he begins to think he isn't worth loving.

His friends love him, and they just want to take care of him. Slowly, they start to do both in more ways than one.

Feels:

It’s basically  OT12 loving Joshuji. ABO. JeongCheol are irresponsible jerks to their mate and a shtshow ensues.  

Glorious. Very emotional and heartbreaking but it get’s better in the end I promise.

Could not read it all at once. It’s that draining and consuming. It will consume you to the point that you will feel all the feelings of Shua, all the self doubt and yearning for something that you think you don’t deserve. 

But Shua deserves all the damn love and happiness in the world. 

Read this is you want to feel empty right after and if you are okay with the warning. 

Warnings: Talks about rape (reliving a rape scene). Slight dubious consent. 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17302151

#seventeen fic recs #ao3 #the ultimates #i think im using blockquotes in a wrong way #im sorry #SEVENTEEN master fic rec list

[applewoodprincess]

Curious Cat: Describing WonHui Friendship to Non-Shippers

they're the sort of friendship that you cherish like a soft blanket on a chilly day, or a glass of ice cold lemonade in the summer. it's simple, but less is more. they are the sort of friends who can spend an entire day sitting in a room saying NOTHING and yet still feel comfortable and relaxed. the kind of friendship that doesn't tire you out, but instead the other person's presence brings you comfort and support, makes you feel safe.

they're also very weird together lol, but it makes them click. WW is very FOND, even when JN gets into his antics. most of the time, he'll indulge him, but will also gently reign him back from being too much. JN is always ready to pull WW into his shenanigans, and 95% of the time, WW goes along.

the thing that sets wonhui apart from the other jun friendships for me is how accepting WW is of JN just the way he is. svt LOVE and ADORE JN, but they are also always ready to hype him up and nudges him forward, helping him expand his comfort zone, and whenever he does, they get so dang HAPPY (i'm emotional T_T). but WW... he doesn't push JN (of course he hypes him up & wants him to be better more & more, duh), but it's... different. prime ex: the WonHuiSoon VLIVE. WW wanted it to be Wonhui only but he knew that they won't be able to provide enough talking, so he pulled HS in instead of forcing JN to talk more. WW is very indulgent when it comes to JN (offering to let JN play their games with a handicap during the 96z VLIVE), and it's so precious T_T.

idk if i managed to describe the wonhui friendship accurately 😅  it's difficult to put everything into words. you'd need to watch them interact to really get it. wonhui is more action than words. look at their little moments together, when they think no one is watching them. oh! and also CAT BOYS!!! 🤣

my go-to wonhui interaction??? it changes every time 🤣  currently, the one swimming in my head are the moments when JN reads/says something and turns to WW for approval, and WW gives him the little nod 🥺

aaaaah! i'm so glad you liked the fic! junnie is the cutest ghost, and of course, wonu is the best~

thank you for the question! take care!

#curious cat #curious cat answered #swanny_writer #personal

[irenerei]

THING I HAVE NOTICED IN FALLIN’ FLOWER MV

The MV killed me in so many ways and I loved all the details and symbolism that tally with the lyric. It will be long so...

I did an short analysis of the lyric, can be found here 

The MV killed me in so many ways and I loved all the details and symbolism that tally with the lyric. Too bad I dont have good pausing skills so please play the MV while reading this if you like.

The chains that holding back Hoshi and Minghao tally to lyric about hardship endured during summer and rainy days. Or, i personally would think the chains are actually roots. I mean trees are rooted right?

Minghao and Hoshi’s intimate dance, notice that Hoshi is stretching out like a branch while Minghao’s twisting upwards to signify growth

A flash of Minghao and Hoshi’s dance that they are on the ground look like struggling it maybe symbolise bud growing out from the soil.

Wonwoo chained, i will express this further in the wonhui moment later

Woozi with Color stripes? looks like he is an artist struggling to express what it is his ideal of beautiful. It tally to lyrics and his life as producer and songwriter (PS : Black hair woozi majestic af)

Also I noticed that they Woozi 2 items, paintbrush and camera. Both are art producing tools, does it signifies Woozi capable to play instrument, songwriting and dance and sing? I think so.

Joshua being caved in a room. And Joshua have band aid on his face with small flower stick to his cheek. I have 2 ideas on this.

1. Hoshi’s lyrics “Wound will heal and bud will grow”

2.  If the MV is an AU of SVT, Joshua’s appearance might considered an mutant and then he locked himself away. Noticed how the room was all pieces that got shattered, he must have broken them to express his anger. To elaborate further, Joshua is the one of the foreigner in the group his culture is definitely different, who knows it tally to him struggling to fit in and worrying about if he is the weird one. In short, self doubt making oneself ignoring own beauty wtihhin  (Chinaline are foreigner too but I am talking about East and West Culture)

Seungcheol one was *deep breath. Idk I resonated alot. I do know this MV was filmed before he took rest from his activities, but him with white cloths surrounding and covering him from surroundings symbolise his hardships as a leader so much to me. It’s kinda like packaging up yourself so that others does not see the fragile side or yours. Just because being fragile/ having mental illness/ being weak is not mainstream enough. Also SeungCheol with his lines tally to SVT enduring trainee hardships so that they could debut and meet us Carats.

DK’s scene. I am not sure about this, but notice he is standing at center and globes are circulating around him. I hope I am wrong it signifies loneliness alot to me. Yes i do have friends or people around me but they dont really understand me and does not see me through aka does not really see the beauty. Or what if the globe are not friends, rather than those online backlashing  and evil commenting people?

Also DK scene seems to be the same set as Dino’s. what if globe are the hyungs? lmao. BUT in Dino’s scene we did not see globe 

Or if we wanna bring it deeper SVT, DK = SVT = idol and the globe orbiting are normal civilians/netizen.

Vernon’s scene somewhat reminds me of Thanks MV when they are in a room doing makeup lol. Maybe its the color scheme. Notice that Vernon also have flower growing from his hand. Tally to Vernon’s Korean-American blood in him. So for now English speaking line have flower growing from their body parts. ALSO THEIR ROOMS ARE CONNECTED!!!! (Camera work or editing  but omg)

Jun scene again i will express it during the wonhui scene. But to mention a bit, I am sure Jun = flower at this point. welp he is beauty he is grace XD.

Jeonghan being the angel chained was ommfph!!! I cannot wait for From of Therapy to react to this lol. I am think Jeonghan’s role in here is truly a fallen angel with his wings got vanished for some reason or whatever. So Angel without wings, still beautiful mainstreamly? Not quite. But still beautiful.

Mingyu on a plank with flowers around him. He is visual of the group after all do we need more elaboration?? lmao. But notice that the plank have noting to support on, its floating. So to me it kinda felt like South korea boy band industry rapid growth and such. His good looks of course is not going to stay or being talked as a topic forever. Visuals are not necessarily everything. OF course I am overeading on this but discussion are welcome.

Seungkwan scene, omg I cannot believe how simple yet beautiful it is. The message that I resonated was simple. As Seungkwan went through diet and exercise and health control with vitamins, I think he is admiring and has his own ideals of “beautiful”. He is holding the flowers dearly and also tightly, signifies his stubborn and dedication to be like the “beautiful= flower”

Ah mirror/reflecting glass, this is why I felt it is an aftermath of Fear MV. From Fear lyrics of fearing what I am, to embracing own beauty as flaw makes a part of it too. But the mirror thingy then turns to things for them to step. So, stepping your ownself/accepting your own self? i guess??

Mingyu having a flower shower is soft but rude af, also title callback

ALAS THE WONHUI MOMENT. So I mentioned Jun = falling flower/petals of sakura or other , so in my opinion Wonwoo = soil/ground. Notice that Wonwoo in earlier scene is holding to some dusts. For me it symbolise sakura/petals rot and turns to dust while the ground could only watch it fades away. Hence the whole Wonwoo’s angst acting on earlier scenes but when he saw Jun his expression got gentler. It is kinda like an annual rendezvous thing, “Hi! its been a year~!”  “I told you I will be back again *smiles”

That is why i felt it is a lowkey Wonhui fic, well played.

Them boys all gathering as one symbolise they got out of their shell (their respective scene = shell) and embrace beauty, making a LARGER PICTURE OF BEAUTIFUL.  yes I am implying SVT = BEAUTY here.

In short our boys are all beautiful entities, and thank you destiny making them gathered together to be as one group. 

I hope I did not miss anything, but if I do, its open for discuss.

#Seventeen #Svt #fallin flower #s.coups #Jeonghan #joshua hong #Junhui #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #the8 #minghao #xu minghao #wen junhui #hong jisoo #choi seungcheol #mingyu #kim mingyu #yoon jeonghan #lee jihoon #jeon wonwoo #dk #lee dokyeom #lee seokmin #boo seungkwan #seungkwan #vernon #chwe hansol #dino #lee chan

[justkpopjokes]

SVT Masterlist

were you looking for the stray kids masterlist?

Requests are OPEN! All fics are gender-neutral unless gender/pronouns were part of a request! (Please lmk if there's one that isn't; I may have missed some when editing.)

Key: 🍭: Fluff ☔: Angst 🎉: More humour than usual 🌻: Drabble / Not bullet points 🐾: Sequel/Spinoff OR Series (if the emoji is before the title) BOLD: Popular

- S.Coups

Carat & the Beats || Part 2 || (Beauty & the Beast) 🍭

CEO AU 🍭

How I Hate You ☔🍭

Best friend ➡ Soulmate AU 🍭

🎃 Werewolf AU 🍭☔

Try (Again) (soulmate) ☔🌻

🐾 Love in the Shadows (mafia) 🌻

Infected (zombie apocalypse) 🌻☔

- Jeonghan

Fly With Me (fallen angel) 🍭

Arranged Marriage AU 🍭☔

🎃 Apartment 1331 (roommate)

Rune & Written Wizardry (magic bookkeepers) 🌻

- Joshua

James Bond AU 🍭🎉

🐾 Wizard!Joshua 🍭

Asylum AU 🎉

Small Town Lovers AU 🍭

🎃 “Rawr” (halloween party) 🍭🎉🌻

🎃 Nice to Meet You, Angel. (Demon!Joshua) 🍭☔

moondust (fantasy) 🌻

- Jun

I Think I Love You (arranged marriage) 🍭🐾

Astronomer!Jun 🍭

Roommate AU 🍭

Best friend ➡ Boyfriend AU 🍭

🐾 Fire Wizard!Jun 🍭☔

Deep Breaths (ice skating partners) 🍭

- Hoshi

First Date (raining ducks AU) 🍭🎉

🎄 All I Want For Christmas… (singer/PTX) 🍭

- Wonwoo

Never Forget (small town lovers) 🍭☔

Arranged Marriage AU 🍭

Studying Your Eyes (college) 🍭

Coffee from Mars 🌻

Seoul: Become Human (Detroit: Become Human) 🌻☔

Nerd!Wonwoo × Jock!Lin 🍭🎉

Supernatural Being Driving a Car AU 🎉

- Woozi

Language Barrier/Soulmate AU 🍭

For the Sake of Love (roommate) 🍭🍭🍭

Wings ☔🌻

Espressivo’s Café (coffee shop + magic music)

- The8

(College) Roommate AU 🍭

Imaginary Friend AU 🍭

“Great job” “Great teacher” (dancer/trainee) 🍭

Camping AU 🍭🎉

Far Away 🍭☔🍭☔🍭🍭🍭

🎃Vampire!Minghao || Part 2 || 🍭

Drunk and in Love 🍭☔

You Look Wonderful! (Alice in Wonderland + fashion designer) 🍭

- Mingyu

(College) Roommate AU 🍭

🎃 Vampire!Gyu || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4/Domestic Vamp!Gyu || 🍭🎉

I’m Here 🍭

Oops (tattoo artist) 🍭🐾

🎃 “say boo!" (ghost hunters) 🍭

Can’t Lose You (bad boy/criminal) ☔

Soft BF!Mingyu Headcanons (small-ish town lovers) 🍭

“What do you remember?” (Cyborg!Mingyu) ☔

- Dokyeom

Hufflepuff!Seokmin

- Seungkwan

Road Trip AU 🍭

- Vernon

Hansol & Vernon co. (CEO) 🍭🎉

Arranged Marriage/Royalty AU 🍭

❝Gummy bears are not a full meal❞ 🍭🎉🌻

- Dino

Roommate AU 🍭

Arranged Marriage AU 🍭☔

Ghost!Dino

Colour of You: Blue (college art majors) 🍭

- ALL Members

SVT as your Brother 🎉

🐾 Birthday Dates 🍭 (what you'd do on their birthday!)

Reaction to you being sleep-deprived 🌻

SVT As 7 Ways to Say “I Love You” 🍭

- Multiple Members

❝Can someone shoot him?❞ 🌻 || sequel: Agent Aster 🌻

Soccer!SVT (ft. S.Coups + Jun + Mingyu) - SSS Gift 🎉

Off the Grid (ft. China line) 🌻

Good Cops!Hip Hop Unit

Wonhui + a kitty 🍭

Guns, Cupcakes, and a Taste for Murder (ft. Mingyu + Wonwoo)

#seventeen masterlist #seventeen imagines #masterlist #.txt

[woozifi]

i noticed that meanie isn't in ur top seventeen ships yet ur writing a reaaaaallly long meanie fic so i'm wondering?? why?? like why didn't you choose some other pairing? just wondering

just because meanie isn’t my fave ship ever doesn’t mean i dislike the pairing, or that i won’t write it. when i was first creating rwy, i just immediately felt like meanie’s dynamics were perfect for the main characters in question, and that was that. sure, wonhui’s dynamics might work out the same way, and so could jicheol or gyuhao (if i really tweaked it), but meanie works great for the story and that’s really all that matters to me. i write my fics for the story, not necessarily for the ship itself.

#rwy #reckless wild youth #fic answers #Anonymous

[scoup-d-etat]

do you have any fanfic recs (preferably friends to lovers but tbh im down for anything at this point)

Omg I cant believe you’re asking ME ahhhhh do u really trust me? lololo

1. Our twenties by @citruseungkwan (VERKWAN) 

vernon gets used to living with his roommate, boo seungkwan. a slice-of-life story about the relationships that blossom during the times of their youth, as well as the various experiences and the growing pains that happen in between. ( Yoo if ur into slow pace and rap battles then u gotta read this)

2. Baby Daddy  (MEANIE)

Wonwoo wakes up at 3:46 one morning, $3000 richer and with a more exciting life ahead of him. The only downside? He has a kid, a baby girl he didn't even know existed, and has no idea how to care for her. Cue Mingyu and his surprisingly good taking-care-of-children skills. (What can i say? Im a sucker for Wonwoo as a dad why is his kid’s name always nari ??)

3. Reckless, Wild Youth by @woozifi (MEANIE)

What better way to determine if the silent, daydreaming outcast is gay than by seeing if he falls in love with a handsome and popular guy in his class?

A story in which high school is full of Embarrassing Heterosexuals and college may be a little better, Mingyu doesn’t know what he’s getting into with that Wonwoo kid, his friends Seungcheol and Jihoon are kind of assholes, and a lot of growing up and lessons learned is to be had. (Of course the queen of all fanfics~ I personally think that everyone in the fandom should read this masterpiece)

4. Acte de foi  (WONHUI)

Wonwoo leaps into the air and his jumps take him up, up, and up. Even when Junhui stops practicing his pirouettes, his head spins, spins, and spins. Those two things may or may not be related, but Junhui’s too busy trying to survive his third and final year of high school to notice. (I like me some high school aus heheh)

5. Ataraxy (MEANIE) 

That was what Jeon Wonwoo felt whenever he was around Kim Mingyu. Calm, relaxed, free from his problems. Kim Mingyu had an effect on Jeon Wonwoo like alcohol would. Minus the fact that the mentioned product came with terrible consequences and effects, and that Jeon Wonwoo wanted Kim Mingyu. Unlike alcohol.  (I cant really remember but im pretty sure i liked this fic lololo)

6. Carry me home tonight (SOONHOON)

Somewhere between hook-ups, post-it notes, red tapes and strip Uno, they find something more than what they bargained for. Hint: it's a four-letter word.  (You just have to read it man it will change ur life)

7. Golden Boys (SOONHOON?)

Lee Jihoon is the top student in his school, the son of a small restaurant owner, and leads an overall regular but boring life in Busan. However when he gets a scholarship to the richest school in South Korea, he’s thrust into the cutthroat world of the elite. Pledis High is where the wealthiest students are sent to be groomed as heirs to their family business empires, a school filled with privileged teens divided by their status.  (Summer romance kindaaa friends to lovers?? totally reminds me of boys over flowers)

8. At a glance (JICHEOL)

The funny thing about relationships is how you think you’re the one in control. But in reality, almost none of the choices made are actually your own. Alternatively: Everyone has their own agenda. (A collection of scenes that outline Seungcheol’s and Jihoon’s relationship together) (i dont really remmeber this but i love it)

9. In The eye of the beholder (VERKWAN)

Vernon is a half-demon, and a lifetime of prejudice and watching people avoid him for his frightening appearance has made him alone and friendless for most of his life. Seungkwan is a breath of fresh air, willing to approach him when no one else will—maybe because he's just that nice of a person, probably because he is completely, totally blind. (their friendship is so precious help)

10. Paper Heart  (VERKWAN)

Vernon falls in love with the sight of beauty, a handful of dream, and a petite figure with bigger heart who speaks through his fingers. Vernon falls in love with Boo Seungkwan - but if only it was really that easy. (get ready to get your heart wreck)

lols sorry theres too much meanie and verkwan lolololol im a true believer sorry and for other pairs i read other kind of aus hmu if u want more recommendations ~

[oneshotficrecsbymn]

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a happy medium - wonhui

wen junhui is just your average 20-year-old university student. he pulls all-nighters, goofs off with his friends, and parties a bit more than he should. oh, and he talks to dead people. somehow, he manages to balance being a student and a medium without much difficulty, but lately he’s been getting a little too distracted by spirit. more specifically, by a grandmother spirit belonging to the hottest guy in his lecture… and she’s desperate to try and set the two of them up. he really doesn’t want to give the stranger a reading, afraid she might make him say something embarrassing, but at this point, he’s going to fail the class if she doesn’t shut up.

a long time coming - wonhoon

Wonwoo knew the back of Jihoon’s head better than anyone.

a mother’s favor - meanie

Visiting the Underworld has never been on the list of Wonwoo’s favorite things to do but he guesses it can always get worse.

a wave breaking on the shore - soonwoo

When the sun stops shining so brightly, make a stop by the beach to check up on it. Soonyoung and Wonwoo are figuring things out.

and the stars forever dwell - meanie

“I’m Wonwoo. My dad is the caretaker here, but you already knew that.”

Wonwoo is right, and Mingyu is a liar.

Sir Jeon is the resident caretaker of these dragons—the best in the capital—and his son, Wonwoo?

Well, Mingyu wouldn’t call him a stranger.

art isn’t meant to be hung up, anyways - soonwoo

“I’m taking you on the first date,” Wonwoo says, surely, though Soonyoung catches the slight tremble of his fingers, the catch in his throat, the way his eyes dart back and forth between Soonyoung and Seokmin, as if daring to contradict him.

“I would like to take you on a date,” Soonyoung decides to say instead, putting the flowers into a vase. “It’s nicer if you ask this way. I’d also be more inclined to say yes, you know.”

“Yes,” Wonwoo tilts his head. “What you said.”

—

or, the one where Wonwoo decides it’d be a good idea to take Soonyoung on dates because he really, really wants something Soonyoung has.

as the carnations bloom - wonhui

Junhui presses his lips onto Wonwoo’s, slipping the red carnation into Wonwoo’s hair, and Wonwoo knew exactly what it meant; deep love and affection.

become the star of this night (and shine on me) - soonwoo

Wonwoo has always loved the stars.

(in which Wonwoo and Soonyoung found each other underneath the stars)

bedtime tendencies - meanie aff

Mingyu doesn’t know when and why exactly he starts leaving a space on his bed for Wonwoo at night, but he does it anyway.

blush pink roses - soonwoo

Wonwoo is a cute florist and Soonyoung is the disaster gay that comes in every week to buy flowers so he can see him.

breakfast: the most important meal of the day - meanie

Without thinking about the possible implications of his action, Mingyu cooks breakfast for his one-night stand. So when his one-night stand comes out of the bedroom looking like he’s about to leave, awkwardness ensues. And just when Mingyu decides everything will be okay because he’s never going to see the guy again, he sees the guy again.

budding love - wonhui

Coming from rival flower shops, Wonwoo and Jun are not allowed to interact. Too bad they don’t particularly agree with their family rule. (Or the one where WonHui become the modern and flowery equivalent of Romeo and Juliet)

burnt norton - soonwoo

Three (completely!!!) hypothetical questions, two boys with a hangover, and one ramen joint booth in Seoul.

(but i got) tunnel vision - meanie

“But you’ve only just created your account.”

“Exactly.” It takes a lot of self-control not to toss his phone to the far end of the table the way one might a hissing snake; as vehement a statement as it might make (and Wonwoo’s feelings are most definitely vehement and then some), it is an expensive phone.

He settles on setting it down as decisively as possible, pointedly turning off the screen. “Ok, I’ve signed up for OkCupid, gotten the welcome email, filled in the necessary details, yadda, yadda, yadda. Can we get to revising now please?”

-

If there is anything that will get your mind off an unrequited crush on your best friend, it’s definitely an online dating application. So naturally, Wonwoo ends up being coerced into joining OkCupid for two weeks.

can’t do without - soonwoo

“You don’t talk much, huh?” the boy says, wrinkling his brows and squinting at him. “That’s okay though, I talk a lot.”

Wonwoo stares at the unwavering smile on the other boy’s face.

“I’m Kwon Soonyoung, by the way,” he says. “We should be friends.”

car trouble. - wonhoon

Wonwoo sits back in his seat after his umpteenth attempt at starting the car, muttering “useless piece of junk” under his breath, although Jihoon could practically spell each word out in the air in front of him.

choosing the right place to put it - woncheol

Seungcheol lets Wonwoo adopt a cat. It’s a lot worse than he thought it would be.

clusters of galaxies in your eyes - soonwoo

Soonyoung’s astronaut boyfriend is finally coming home. Finally.

come a little closer - soonwoo

It’s a long weekend, and Wonwoo intends to enjoy his Sunday.

Or: I just wanted an excuse to write more soft making out Soonyoung and Wonwoo fic.

come to me - wonhao, soongyu

wonwoo is sick and tired of soonyoung trying to set him up with every guy he meets, so instead he takes matters into his own hands.

confession - wonhan

Jeonghan likes his potions partner.

cradle me in your comfort, will you? - wonshua

Wonwoo finds his way with words.

aka a soft, domestic, a-day-in-the-life wonshua for anyone who likes and appreciates this ship

cupid hit me with precision - woncheol, jihan

The thing about working at a PC Bang is that it tends to have regulars. Guys with big glasses who are dreaming of going pro in League of Legends, guys in their late 20s who just want a place to go to play games in peace, kids who don’t quite have the gaming setup they want just yet. Seungcheol’s favorite regular comes in on Thursdays.

curiosity killed the cat - soonwoo

Soonyoung is having a no good, lousy, awful day. And it doesn’t help that the attractive stranger sitting next to him on the train smells strongly of fish, for some strange reason.

cu(t)e cards - meanie

Wonwoo helps Mingyu for his job interview. Mingyu loves playing around.

diving too deep for coins - meanie

Taking a step forward, his entire body shudders, gravity and wind working against him and pushing him towards the dark surface. Tears well up in his eyes, and he wipes them with his sleeve. He sways on his feet.

Wonwoo lets his tears drop first.

His body follows.

don’t gotta worry about me (i got all my love in my arms) - meanie

They live together and love together, but that doesn’t mean everything is perfect.

(It’s more than perfect.)

dots & lines - soonwoo

Wonwoo just wishes someone had told him how easy it is to fall in love with someone, especially when that person is Kwon Soonyoung.

dramatic fool - meanie

Of all the dramatic things that Kim Mingyu has done and said, some tend to shock Jeon Wonwoo more than others.

Or the one where the best friends have climatic-non-climatic feeling realizations.

earth angel - wonhui

Even when Jun’s perfectly planned date falls apart, and they’re stuck at some old diner in the middle of nowhere, it seems like Jeon Wonwoo can put anything back together and make it worthwhile.

aka, the one where Jun tells Wonwoo he loves him for the first time

easier said than done - wonhoon

It’s easier for Jihoon to express his endearment with expressions and actions rather than with words, but it’s difficult because he’s not sure if it’s easy for Wonwoo to decipher.

eat your heart out, joshua hong - wonshua

No one ever told Joshua that the hardest part of being a superhero is getting the boy.

eggsquisite - wonhao

Minghao watches them go, observes the couples and hopeful singles that filter through the store, looking for the perfect present to give their loved ones, and hopes, with that small part of his mind - stuffed and locked away as it was - that he’d be able to have a fairy tale like that for himself one day too.

Alternatively: Minghao is a salty, single pringle.

everything i could give - soonwoo

Wonwoo is a servant in the Kwon household, and Soonyoung is the Crown Prince.

floriography (you’re my orange blossom). - soonwoo

Soonyoung speaks with flowers. Wonwoo speaks with paint.

(a.k.a florist!Soonyoung meets painter!Wonwoo and feelings ensue)

flower petals - 96z

When he had first seen the flowers bloom across his flesh on his 16th birthday he had been entranced. He had sat in front of his mirror until the clock struck midnight waiting with as much exposed skin as possible in an attempt to watch his mark appear. The slow outline of each flower being drawn had kept him staring at his mirror for nearly an hour.

forever (a place where i’m with you) - soonwoo

Wonwoo’s concept of forever has always been by the book. It’s not until today that he realizes that he had been using the word “forever” wrong all this time and it’s all thanks to Soonyoung.

frustration management issues - wonshua

joshua hong, the boy gifted with the power of being calm despite the stress and frustrations university may bring about, has a secret (or two) that only jeon wonwoo knows.

together they learn the best way to de-stress when hell week comes.

(it may or may not involve dark alleyways and drunken kisses.)

got you dreamin’ - soonwoo

Oh, why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well

(loosely based on goodnight n go by ariana grande)

gymnopedie - soonwoo

If fanning on embers is a bad thing, I’ll become a bad man.

Soonyoung may have slight abandonment issues and a fear of guilt-tripping. Wonwoo mistakes loyalty as an excuse to hold against touching him. Everything falls into place, bit by bit.

herbs - soonwoo

Single father Soonyoung and his daughter Soonji have just moved into a rural community and decide to visit the herb garden near the village.

hersheys - meanie

Mingyu and Wonwoo are best friends, sometimes they share kisses.

holding out for a hero - wonhao

the life of xu minghao, a superhero, and how he balances fighting crime by night and swooning over a cute cashier by day.

hope you find your peace - wonshua

Wonwoo dances on a tightrope looking for the silver lining to destruction.

how to get a date with a hot cat dad - soonwoo

Soonyoung is a self-admitted helpless romantic, which is fine, until one day at the pet clinic he works in walks Jeon Wonwoo and his damn cat. And then, again. And, again. It makes Soonyoung ask 1) how many cats does this hot stranger have? and 2) how the hell do I get a date with him?

how to woo a pretty boy with his favorite flower - wonhui

Junhui didn’t expect to meet the cutest boy in the world in a flowershop while hiding from creepy fans, but he did.

how will i know? - wonhao

how will wonwoo know when he’s finally gotten things together? minghao doesn’t give him an answer with words, but wonwoo already has one anyway.

hush hush, kiss kiss - wonhoon

When everyone thought the student council president and vice president were just best friends.

(+ the time everyone found out the truth)

i just wanna be yours; - wonshua

wonwoo cups jisoo’s face in his hands and murmurs against his lips, “i want you.” jisoo blinks. “hm?”

i kinda want u(ber) - wonhao

Cute delivery guys apparently really do exist.

i kissed a boy - wonhao

“I kissed a boy,” Wonwoo says. He didn’t really have much thought on it other than that he kissed a certain Chinese sophomore in the room.

i want (a pizza) you - meanie aff

Mingyu isn’t really expecting his request for the cutest delivery person at one in the morning to be fulfilled.

i want a refund - soonwoo

“Wonwoo, quick! Kiss me!”

“Wha-”

“My boss is walking over! Kiss me!!”

Soonyoung’s probably rubbed off some or completely transferred over all his panic to Wonwoo because Wonwoo doesn’t even think. Except for maybe one last “Fuck it.” in his head before he uses his free hand, the one not holding the bottle of beer to gently grab Soonyoung’s chin, turning his face towards him and crashes their lips together.

i’ll give you everything - meanie

“I’ll give you the sun, the stars, the ocean, the time, the wind, and the fireflies—hell, I’ll give everything I have only if I can have you.”

OR

When Kim Mingyu is willing to give up everything he has just to be with Wonwoo.

i’m okay (i’m not okay) - wonhui

Junhui misses Wonwoo, and maybe Wonwoo misses him too.

if it ain’t chickens, it’s feathers - soonwoo

And if it ain’t feathers, then what is it, really?

if these blankets could talk - soonwoo

Soonyoung should not be left alone to his own devices. After living with him for the semester, Wonwoo has come to learn precisely why.

in a heartbeat - meanie

Mingyu finds himself drawn to him, to his effortlessly handsome features and slender frame, to the way the sunlight reflects off his dark hair just so, to the slight scrunch of his nose when he smiles.

For the first time in his life, Mingyu forgets to take a photo.

in out up down - soonwoo

To forget, to remember, to live, to die. They’re all jumbled up lately, and Wonwoo can’t seem to remember what the difference is.

inhale/exhale - wonhoon

Wonwoo hides behind his sweaters. The world is a scary place.

it’s alright if it’s you - wonshua

let it be known that:

1) joshua hong jisoo hates skin contact with a burning passion

2) jeon wonwoo loves it

and

3) jisoo can do anything for his boyfriend

it’s my favourite thing - meanie

Long before they became intimate, long before he fell for his friend, Wonwoo noticed Mingyu’s mouth.

jazzcat tango - soonwoo

Just a couple of guys on a cruise through the stars, searching every corner of the galaxy for something they don’t know how to find, only now they have a cat.

kiss me through the phone - meanie

mingyu’s a solo artist dating his manager, wonwoo. he wishes it wasn’t so secret, though.

kitten

Wonwoo wants attention. He’s not very good at exactly asking, though.

keep me in your chest - wonhan

Jeonghan leads a very comfortable life. It’s not often he gets the feeling something is about to burn.

liar liar pants on fire - meanie

No one believes Mingyu when he says he’s dating Wonwoo.

leave (vb): to go away from, to remain - meanie

You always hear stories about the one being left behind. They should tell more stories about the ones leaving, Mingyu thinks, as he stares blankly at the road disappearing behind him in the rearview mirror. Because they all talk about being left behind, but no one ever told him that leaving would hurt like this.

(In which Mingyu is Wonwoo’s moon.)

light up a fire - meanie

wonwoo’s six break ups with mingyu

like the broken pottery mended with gold - wonhui

“You’re not a robot, are you?” Wonwoo asked, incredulous. Junhui laughed at him instead of answering. And Wonwoo could only stare from across the table, transfixed, because when Junhui laughed the rest of his body also laughed with him. That, Wonwoo thought, might just be one of the most charming things he had ever seen. * The world broke for Junhui. Wonwoo put his pieces back together. Kind of.

love story of a boy - soonwoo

Soonyoung doesn’t remember a time when he didn’t know Wonwoo, doesn’t remember a time when he didn’t know how it felt to have Wonwoo next to him.

Childhood friends AU, posted for Soonwoonet’s PushxPull Fanfiction Challenge.

love you so loud - meanie

“So I guess what I mean is, find someone you’d wait to have brunch with.”

messier 31 (all of the above) - soonwoo

There’s just so much light, knitted into the dark between stars and clouds of gas and dust, that the human eye can’t see no matter how long it looks or how wide it’s opened.

morning rush - soonwoo

In which Soonyoung finds love in a hopeless place. Not really, he’s just running late on one particular day and has to enter a battlefield, also known as, Japan’s railway morning rush, when he finds himself utterly and irrevocably whipped for a stranger he meets inside a very, very crowded train.

muscles and flowers - meanie

a day in the life of florist wonwoo and fitness trainer mingyu or the florist and fitness trainer au no one asked for but got it anyway

quiet love - wonhoon

Person A feels uncomfortable when people touch them; they don’t want people to think that they are trying to be rude or anything, so they often deal with this discomfort in order to fit in. Person B is the first to notice.

paper boats of love - meanie

Mingyu loves to send off small paper boats with cute sayings written on them on the pond near his house, hoping his neighbor will see him. One day, he’s surprised to see a paper boat that comes back with writing that isn’t his.

pack (and unpack (and unpack)) - wonhao

At the end of it all, there will be nothing but boxes full of things you don’t need and nowhere left to put them.

recollections - wonhui

Junhui reminds him of a storybook character, of one of those princesses trapped within a tower, unable to escape. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wonwoo likes to indulge the delusion that he could be Junhui’s prince.

reinventing the flightless bird - soonwoo

Wonwoo already knows that folding paper is not as simple as it looks, but the boy in the library still takes every opportunity to show him exactly how.

save as draft - meanie

“I gotta write a poem; it’s due tomorrow.”

Mingyu doesn’t flinch, but Wonwoo uses his right foot to nudge a bit of his skin, trying to help him relax. “Shouldn’t you be writing it then, instead of doing laundry, ordering food and washing my hair?”

“You’re quite distracting.” But what he means is “you’re quite inspiring”.

-

Wonwoo has a poem to write for a class. And for the sake of his creativity, a night with Mingyu is all he needs.

seared into my heart - meanie

wonwoo waits for a name to appear on his wrist, not knowing that his soulmate is already seared into his heart.

second life ( of sorts ) - woncheol

seungcheol’s spell backfires. but everything goes as plans ( sort of ).

secret kisses behind the school gym - wonhao

Jeon Wonwoo the ordinary high school boy. Xu Minghao the school’s infamous delinquent.

They both shared a few things together. Things involving lips and secret jokes.

secrets we hold - wonshua

wonwoo likes jisoo. that’s it.

serenata - wonshua

The four instances Wonwoo remembers Joshua playing the guitar for him and the one time Joshua doesn’t.

shangri-la - wonhui

Junhui found love in art at the age of four. Wonwoo found love in music at the age of six. They would find love in each other at the age of twenty-three.

spectrum - wonhui

Jeon Wonwoo doesn’t know color, but he does know Wen Junhui.

taming more than beasts - soonwoo

Soonyoung can only dream of catching up to the prodigy named Jeon Wonwoo. When circumstances lead them to meet more often, however, he realizes that the school genius is more down-to-earth than he first thought.

take a sip from my secret potion - wonhoon

a potioneer and a herbal witch cross paths with a bad witch.

or, how wonwoo and jihoon forget their playful jabs and awkward tension to try to stop another witch from causing chaos.

take care

Wonwoo’s migraine is killing him- or, at least, that’s what it feels like. The members to their best to make it all better.

take my hand (take my whole life, too) - meanie

Mingyu loves spending time with his friend, Wonwoo. Mostly in bed, mostly without their clothes on.

Mingyu also wants to spend Wonwoo’s birthday with him, since that’d be cool.

Except Wonwoo has a date (or at least Mingyu thinks so) and now he has to think about why his heart aches at the thought if they aren’t in a relationship to begin with.

taste your name in my mouth - soonwoo

Wonwoo wonders why he is at the beach, in the cold, when a storm could start at any moment.

tell me we don’t look good together - meanie

q: what would you do if you could do anything without fear? a: tell him you love him.

tell me how to win your heart (i haven’t got a clue) - wonhoon

Jihoon is drunk out of his mind and decides now is the best time to discuss feelings. Wonwoo can do nothing but indulge.

tessellation, variegation, and other synonyms - soonwoo

Soonyoung wonders about a lot of things. Wonwoo, evidently, has his own curiosities.

the cat’s pyjamas - soonwoo

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. When Wonwoo moved into his new apartment with his boyfriend, he hadn’t been expecting the latter. Domestic pet-raising AU.

the equation of gravity - soonwoo

It’s kind of a paradox, really: they’re both wholly averse to love, but also half in love with each other.

(Soonyoung is the complete opposite of Wonwoo, but he’s a pretty good roommate. Anything more with him, though, would be messy. And to Wonwoo’s credit, he actually lasts a surprising amount of time before he feels the ground give out from underneath him and falls.)

the methods i do best - soonwoo

Everything starts, as it always does, with Seungkwan opening his mouth.

the snake that lives in water - soonwoo

When taking a job as a snake milker, Wonwoo assumed that his greatest challenge would be three-foot long, venomous reptiles.

As it turns out, it’s a lovesick co-worker.

these memories are for us - wonhui

Before they start their last year of college, Soonyoung convinces Junhui, Wonwoo and Jihoon to go on a road trip.

this might be cheesy, but i think you’re grate - wonhui

Junhui is a flirt. Wonwoo knows this. Hell, everyone does. Once Junhui warms up to you, he drops lines left and right. Most of their friends just roll their eyes and shake it off. Minghao sometimes smacks him. Seungkwan makes sassy comments about how he should stop learning Korean. Wonwoo mostly tries to pretend he hasn’t heard a single word and prays his pokerface is good enough to conceal the sheer gay panic that runs through his veins every time Junhui flirts with him.

thumbs up - wonhoon

It’s a twist of cheese bread, first.

That makes its way onto Jihoon’s desk, an assortment of food laid out for him.

to give back - wonhan

Wonwoo wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions. But that didn’t mean that he loved any lesser.

to write about love - soonwoo

I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow and decide that I really wanted to write about love - my first poem would be about you. Soonyoung owns a vegan bakery, Wonwoo’s a down on his luck author with writer’s block and sometimes we find good things in places we aren’t even looking.

transmogrify - soonwoo

in which wonwoo has an incurable disease, soonyoung is determined to cure said incurable disease, and stealing from a witch has consequences, no matter how pure your intentions.

(a fairy tale, kind of, with a happy ending, kind of.)

waiting up all night - meanie

“Up all night, by Oliver Tank.”

“Pardon?” He asks, curious about the sudden response.

The shorter boy smiles, “The song you were dancing to. It’s called Up all night by Oliver Tank. He makes good music.”

Or: where Mingyu waits each night for the mystery boy who buys a pack of cigarettes, skittles, m&m’s and recommends him songs.

wanna marry me? - wonhui

Jun has a plan to get free cake, and it involves proposing to Wonwoo. (or the one where WonHui get engaged for a week)

when the moonflower blooms - soonwoo

moon·flow·er /ˈmo͞onˌflou(ə)r/ noun a tropical American climbing plant of the morning glory family, with large, sweet-smelling white flowers that open at dusk and close at midday.

who do you love? - wonshua

Joshua was searching for the truth. For his love.

Luckily, Wonwoo left him clues to find it.

wishes for the moon - wonhui

Wonwoo is a cat who continuously has to watch Junhui get jerked around by the guy he’s dating. Desperately, he wants to become human in order to protect Junhui. Upon a night of the full moon, Wonwoo gets his wish.

you feel like summer time - meanie

The light from the slowly sinking sun creates a soft glow around Wonwoo’s head, revealing the warm brown tones in his hair that usually go unnoticed.

The smile drops from Mingyu’s face without him realizing it, completely lost in the ethereal aura of his best friend. It’s only when Wonwoo’s face falls in concern that Mingyu realizes he must be acting weird.

“Mingyu?” Wonwoo asks carefully, eyebrows knitting together. The pulse in Mingyu’s veins only quickens, because no matter what face Wonwoo pulls, it carefully tugs at each of Mingyu’s heartstrings.

—

Or—it’s summer time and maybe Mingyu is a little bit in love.

you make me feel (how you’re looking at me) - meanie

Wonwoo made room for Mingyu without being asked, put his back to the wall so Mingyu could slide right into his arms.

“Please,” Mingyu said in a whisper so soft that Wonwoo almost didn’t hear it. He didn’t need to. He knew what Mingyu was here for.

—Or—

Jeon Wonwoo’s continued collision with Kim Mingyu, or more correctly, with the truth.

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The Bet

Pairing: Wonwoo x Junhui (Wonhui)

Prologue I Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17  | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20

Something was wrong with Wonwoo.

Junhui knew he had a tendency to overthink and over analyse but, it’s been a few days and if anything, Wonwoo was getting weirder. He still held Junhui close and spent most of the day with him, but there was something distant in the way Wonwoo treated him. He could be telling Wonwoo the funniest story about Seungkwan arguing with his bio teacher about animal rights, and while that would usually put a smile on his boyfriends face, it was like as though Wonwoo didn’t even hear him. Junhui waved his hands in front of Wonwoo for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

“Hello? Earth to Wonwoo?”

“What? Sorry Junhui I didn’t really catch that, could you repeat it again?” There it was again, Wonwoo had been calling him Junhui this whole week. Not kitten, not Junnie, just his full name. He had to admit each time Wonwoo said it was like a punch to his face.

“Wonnie, I know I’ve asked this many times already, but really I’m worried. You’ve been like this the whole week, and I am going slightly crazy repeating everything I’ve said. What’s wrong?”

Wonwoo sighed, pushing his hair away from his face. His reluctance to talk seemed to give Junhui even more confirmation that something was terribly terribly wrong.

“Can we talk? After school? Someplace private, not here. We can go to your house?”

“Oh okay, yeah sure. I’ll meet you at the gates and we can go home together?” Standing up, Wonwoo nodded and then just disappeared.

-

By the time school ended, Junhui had almost convinced himself that Wonwoo was acting this way because he had confessed last week. It had to be the only reason, Wonwoo only starting acting weird after Junhui had said the L-word. Despite all the reassuring Jihoon had tried over the weekend, it seemed like Junhui’s worse nightmare was coming true.

Wonwoo was already leaning against the gates, waiting. The sight of his boyfriend reminded him of the first time they ever hung out, giving him a strong sense of deja vu. Junhui could only hope that this meeting will go the same way as the first.

The walk home was painful, they both tried to make small talk about their day but it was evident they were both trying not to think about the conversation they were about to have later. For Junhui, each step nearer his house made his heart beat faster and faster until he was sure Wonwoo could probably hear it as well.

“You don't have to bother with giving me drinks or anything, I won’t be staying long.” Was it just his imagination or did Wonwoo’s voice drop a few degrees colder? All Junhui could do was nod slightly and sit on the couch facing him.

“I’m just going to be upfront and say it: I don’t think we should be together anymore. Yeah, being with you was fun and all these last few months, but I don’t think I can continue being with you when that’s not what I want.”

Is this how it feels like to have your heart broken into pieces? Junhui knew something bad was going to happen, but he didn’t expect it to hurt so much. Wonwoo didn’t even look like he felt sorry for saying these things, he didn’t even seem to be looking at Junhui struggling to hold back tears. It was like he was back to the Wonwoo Junhui first saw, emotionless and cold.

“Can I just ask, was it something I did? Or didn’t do? Of course I respect your decision and would never dream of forcing you to stay with me when you’re not happy. I just want you to be ha—” in typical nervous Junhui fashion, he was rambling. So he was more than relieved when Wonwoo cut him off.

“Honestly, since we probably won’t ever speak again, I’ll tell you. I thought you were pretty fun to hang out with the first few times, and then you got pretty boring so I don’t think we should hang out anymore.”

Junhui couldn’t cry in front of Wonwoo, he just couldn’t, not when he was looking so unbothered.  But it was so hard just listening to the person he loves bring his greatest fears to life. He knew his life was currently too good to be true, how could someone like Wonwoo ever want to be with him? Well, he was right, Wonwoo was tired of him and his daydream has come to an end.

“Okay, thank you for telling me. I understand. Please see yourself out, I will be going to my room. Goodbye Wonwoo.” Junhui was quite surprised to see his voice still coming out strong despite how he was falling apart on the inside. Without looking at Wonwoo’s expressionless face, he got up and left to his room.

Note: Poor Junnie, I don’t even want to write this part :( but it is a must so that they’ll have the happy ending? (hopefully) 

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[littlemindblabbles]

The Bet

Pairing: Wonwoo x Junhui (Wonhui)

Prologue I Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20

Once the full impact of Soonyoung’s words sink in, the reactions are explosive. Jihoon has his mouth open, absolutely fury in his eyes, and Wonwoo looks angry? for some reason. But right now, Junhui thinks his eyes are probably playing tricks on him due to the shock.

But Wonwoo clenches and unclenches his fist a few times, before speaking in a low, dangerous tone, “You promised. If I broke his heart, the details of the bet wouldn’t be known. We had a deal!” He all but growls out the last part. It actually scared Junhui as he’d never seen Wonwoo so angry before. Soonyoung seemed unfazed however, and just shook his head gleefully.

“I didn’t break any of the terms of our bet my dear Wonnie. You see, I said if you failed the bet in any way, the whole school would know, but there was nothing preventing me from letting our dear new kid know, am I right—”

“So it’s true then? You befriended me and took me on dates and asked me out all just for a bet? Everything you shared with me and said to me was a lie?” Junhui interrupted, starting to hyperventilate. Wonwoo finally turned to look at him, a pained look in his eyes, and started to reach out to him,

“Junhui I—”

“Stay away from me! I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. And whoever had to do with this, don’t talk to me anymore!” With one last hurt look at Jihoon, who still hadn’t been able to say anything, Junhui turned around and bolted out the door.

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Wonwoo

“KWON SOONYOUNG! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? EXPLAIN IMMEDIATELY!” Was the first thing that came out of Jihoon’s mouth the moment Junhui ran away. Only then did Soonyoung’s smile slowly disappear,

“Hoonie, it was just a harmless bet Wonwoo and I created at the start of the year. Besides, it doesn’t matter anymore, now you don’t have to spend so much time with that loser!” Jihoon wacked his boyfriend on the head,

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with him? If you got your head out of your ass for a moment, and actually spent time with Jun, you would realize he’s such an amazing guy who deserves absolutely none of how you two have treated him. I don’t know what kind of sick mindset the both of you have, but I am absolutely disgusted. Soonyoung don’t even bother talking to me until you fix this, we’re basically over. The worst part is that Junhui actually thinks I had something to do with this, so before it’s too late, I’m going to try and get my best friend back.” At the end of his speech, Jihoon all but glared at us, before going off in the same direction Junhui did just moments earlier.

Soonyoung looked a bit dumbstruck and very hurt, just like how Junhui did. The part of Wonwoo that was pissed off that Soonyoung had found a loophole felt slightly better knowing his actions did receive instant karma.

“D…did he just break up with me? Jihoonie broke up with me?” Soonyoung whined, “it was just a harmless prank, who cares about the new kid? I’ve done pranks and bets before, why is he upset now?”

“Do you actually think it was harmless? I broke Junhui’s heart, not to mention probably crushed his self esteem that he had been trying so hard to improve on. Hearing you were used can never sound nice. Honestly, I agree with whatever Jihoon just called us. We took this too far dude, I can’t I let the fear of my reputation being ruined pressure me into doing this.” Wonwoo shook his head, not even finding in himself to be angry at Soonyoung anymore. All he could think of was that hurt look on Junhui’s face as he flinched while Wonwoo was trying to reach him. As if hurting him the first time wasn’t bad enough, now Junhui didn’t even trust that what he said was true, that their relationship was nothing but a lie. He did all that to Junhui, he hurt the person he loved the most. Thinking about it made Wonwoo want to throw up his lunch all over the floor.

Soonyoung, meanwhile, seemed to be reaching a conclusion by himself. The colour in his face drained away slowly.

“I don’t actually know why I was so intent on following the bet. Or why I had such a bad feeling about him in the first place. Jihoon was right, I mean he always is but, I never stopped to actually see how Junhui was actually like and just let my impression of him taint my views. I guess the only reason why I made the bet was because he was all everyone talked about even before he arrived, and I got jealous of the attention. But yeah, we did take it too far and,” he paused and looked right into Wonwoo’s eyes, “it wasn’t just a bet for you right? You like him. You like Junhui.”

“I think I love him Soonyoung.” It felt so good to say it out loud. Soonyoung smiled slightly, then clapped his hands.

“And I love Jihoon, most definitely. Now I know it was mainly my fault we’re in this mess but we have to both fix this and get our loves back!”

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[littlemindblabbles]

The Bet

Pairing: Wonwoo x Junhui

Prologue I Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20

Wonwoo

“Hello best friend, I hear you have some exciting news for me.” For the first time in his life, Wonwoo was not happy at all to see the smirking face of his best friend. In fact, Wonwoo had been strategically avoiding said best friend the entire weekend.

“O-oh h-hi Soonie, didn’t expect to see you! What are you talking about, I don’t really have anything to tell you.” Scratching his head, Wonwoo tried his best to act clueless, but his oldest friend could read him like a book.

“How could you lie to your best friend Wonnie? I’m so hurt.” Soonyoung gasped, bringing his hand to his heart for added theatrics. Wonwoo rolled his eyes, wishing more than ever to just push Soonyoung out of the door and continue panicking about his current predicament. “My boyfriend has been occupied the whole weekend, not even sparing any time for me, to comfort a certain someone. From what I heard, someone’s having love issues, care to explain further Wonnie?”

Damn, as much as he had his own problems to fix, Wonwoo couldn’t help be feel concerned for Junhui, even if the reason his boyfriend was upset was all thanks to him. But he had to get Soonyoung out of the way first before he could help Junhui.

“I really don’t know what you’re trying to say. Now please, go find someone else to bother, I really need to do something and you’re holding me back.”

“Whatever you say Wonwoo, fine I’ll go. But I’m giving you one week, if I don’t see the desired results, the whole school will know. Wouldn’t want that to happen right Wonnie? A bet is a bet, and I won’t let you off.” With that, he winked again and left.

Wonwoo breathed a sigh of relief. At least he got rid of Soonyoung. Back to the main issue though, he hadn’t seemed to get a certain brunette with big brown eyes out of his head since said brunette confessed last week. He didn’t know why but just recalling that memory made his heart warm and his brain fuzzy.

He was in love with Junhui.

His eyes flew open, the revelation giving him a shock. As much as he was relieved to finally make sense of the mess of emotions that have been plaguing him for months, just as fast as the happiness came, it disappeared and was slowly replaced with dread.

Knowing Soonyoung, he would most definitely announce the details of their bet to the whole school, Junhui included. And what could he do? Confessing back to Junhui was a big no, because Junhui will blabber to Jihoon and Soonyoung will know in record time. Breaking the terms of the bet would still count as not fulfilling it, and the whole school will still find out.

Should I reject him? Break his heart first so he’ll hate me?

That actually seemed like the best case scenario. Plus, Junhui was already over thinking and assuming Wonwoo didn’t love him back, so it could work in Wonwoo’s favour. He would have completed the bet, and Soonyoung wouldn’t be able to find fault with him. The whole school will just think they had a bad breakup and move on with their lives.

Although his heart ached at lying to Junhui, he knew that the whole school knowing and mocking Junhui was worse than his little white lie. If he could spare his boyfriend additional pain, he would gladly accept Junhui hating him for the rest of his life.

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[littlemindblabbles]

The Bet

Pairing: Wonwoo x Junhui

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20

They drove all the way to the Italian restaurant, Junhui nearly forgetting his anxiousness because of the hand that was still coincidentally placed on top of his. Wonwoo’s large and warm hand gave him a feeling of calm he never thought was possible in a situation like his.

As they reached their destination, Wonwoo gestured at Junhui to stay in the car before quickly getting out of the driver’s seat. Before Junhui could react, his date crossed over the other side and opened the door for him. Junhui hated to admit but just that small act gave him crazy butterflies.

While walking towards the restaurant, Junhui decided to just walk awkwardly next to Wonwoo. Unlike previously, his date did not extend his hand or seem to give any indication that he wanted to hold Junhui’s hand, and Junhui did not want to make any assumptions and ruin his first date even before it began. What Wonwoo did though, was pull out his chair and waited for Junhui to sit before taking his own seat opposite him. Still in disbelief at his current situation, Junhui quickly looked down at his menu to avoid staring dreamily at the man across from him. What he saw nearly made his heart stop.

22 for a simple bowl of pasta? And that’s the cheapest one, I barely brought out 30 with me today, guess I’ll be having that without a drink. Drinks were around 8-10 so it was entirely out of the question.

“Kitten?” Junhui nearly jumped amidst his heavy calculations. “I can practically hear you calculating and panicking all the way over here. Please don’t worry, order anything you want. I know this place may be a bit out of your price range, but I wanted to bring you somewhere nice. I’m paying for everything, and this is not up for debate. I better not see you order only the Pomodoro because it is the cheapest and ask for a glass of water because it is free. I know your favourite is the Aglio Olio.”

He even remembers my favourite food, how did I get so lucky? Junhui was pretty sure his entire face was bright red, but he managed to get through ordering his food with a simple soft drink to go with it. Once the waiter left, he started panicking again, this time over what to talk about now in case Wonwoo felt like it was too awkward.

“So, I noticed you’re living alone, did your parents really want you to learn how to be independent so badly they sent you off to a completely foreign country by yourself? That must be really harsh.”

“Oh, no it wasn’t like that. My mother actually wanted to come down with me, at least for the first few months to help me settle in. But I have a younger brother, and this year he has an important national examination. I know both my parents would want to be with him to make sure he does well, so I told her it was alright and that I would be perfectly fine living alone in Korea. She makes me call them every other day, so it’s not like they’ve abandoned me.”

“I see. If you wanna know, I live by myself too. I’m an only child, and my parents are really busy with work. They go overseas a lot, and when they’re in Korea, they have an apartment near their office which they stay in mostly. Our house is rather big, but it’s also quite far away from the city centre. I know it may sound really spoilt of me to say this, but sometimes I would rather a small house if it means getting to see my parents everyday. Now even when they come home during  the holidays, they’re still so busy with work it doesn’t feel like they’re with me at all.” Wonwoo sounded really bitter towards the end, though Junhui could detect a small tinge of sadness and his heart went out to him. Not wanting to dampen the mood any further, Junhui was searching for a happier topic when their food arrived.

“Ooh it smells so good!” He exclaimed happily before digging in. “And it tastes even better! Now I understand why this place is so expensive, this is probably the best I’ve ever tried.” That made Wonwoo laugh a little, and Junhui was relived he managed to put a smile back on his face.

“You really are such a little kitten, who gets so excited over food? But I’m happy you like this place, don’t worry about the price okay? It’s really alright.”

From that, the rest of the evening was a happy one. Junhui and Wonwoo managed to share small little things about themselves, getting to know the other even more than before. Wonwoo’s dry humour made Junhui giggle throughout the night, and Junhui’s cute facial expressions and replies couldn’t help but get the usually stoic Wonwoo laughing.

Once Wonwoo paid, Junhui thanked him profusely with the promise of making it up to him, until he was silenced with,

“Alright kitten, you can decide and pay for our next date.”

Still shocked by the fact that he did not mess this up and Wonwoo still wanted to go out with him, he almost didn’t realise how close his date was to him until Wonwoo gently placed his hand on Junhui’s, interlacing their fingers together. Junhui immediately looked up at Wonwoo, his awed face looking right into Wonwoo’s sweet smile.

Admittedly, Junhui was quite sad their date was coming to an end right as Wonwoo pulled up in front of his house. There was something about Wonwoo that made talking to him feel as though they were frozen in time. Just as he’d been doing all night, Wonwoo crossed over yet again to Junhui’s door to help him out.

“Thank you kitten, I had a great night. I hope you enjoyed yourself as well.”

“Yes I really did, this is quite embarrassing but, you were my first date and this was everything I dreamed it would be.” Junhui sheepishly replied.

“It was my first date as well. Now rest well kitten, I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” With that he bent down and kissed Junhui’s hand before turning around to head back into his car.

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Note: I’m dying, first Wonhui date! Hope you liked it too!!

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