#good morning mr wen - junhui

[bitchlessdino]

w.j.h ; asphyxiation

“Asphyxiation” (as·phyx·i·a·tion)

the state or process of being deprived of oxygen.

Pairing: fem!reader X sugar daddy!junhui

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.5k

BEWARE OF: choking along with imagery (could be tramatic for some), sugarbaby!reader, morning sex, rough blow job, nipple play

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author note: I don’t know how many of you have this kink but I always found it interesting since when it came to the topic of choking, people are on either extreme spectrums like they find it crazy and way too dangerous or they fucking liveeee for that shit and its the hottest thing their partner can do it in bed. I’d love to hear your guys perspectives based on experiences or just opinions on what you guys think about choking or something similar? be safe out there.

You didn’t know anything about Wen Junhui besides he made more than enough money than he knew what to do with. Since having known him, he has dripped your attire out in every brand name imaginable all while fucking you in all ways imaginable. Not only did he have money, fulfilling every materialistic dream you've dreamt, but his dashing good looks and his intensity in bed also made him the perfect man. You would give him control of your body for free, but you weren't going to say no to money.

Your body still ached from the night before, images running in your head of his strong build overtaking your frame to the point where the only words that you could form in your mouth were his name as he used his full power to get you cumming all over his expensive sheets. Lucky for you both, he was rich. Instead of sleeping in the previous night's filth, he carried you over to one of his many rooms, laying you to slumber with his arms around you.

These kinds of mornings made you feel lucky. You had experienced similar business relationships in the past, but Junhui was by far had the best impression. He gave you the best parts of a compensates relationship, with none of the unconsented abuse.

You glazed over his unconscious state, memorizing every little detail of his pretty face, especially that one mole that kissed the top of his lip. Your fingered peered at it, tempted to make contact with it before he woke up. Instead of that happening, his lips curled up with a cheeky smile, and his eyes still closed. "How long are you going to stare at me sleeping for, you weirdo?"

His eyes fluttered open, catching you in the act, and you simply just smiled back. "You look really good half-awake and your voice just sounded really sexy just now."

"Isn't it a bit early for you to be sucking up to me?" he chucked, taking your hand to place it on the back of his neck as he huddled closer against you.

"I'm always on the clock. Mr. Wen." Your hand curled into his locks, fingering through his bedhead.

"Mr. Wen? I like that. You treat me so well, I should reward you." His hand traced over the side of your neck, admiring your bare neckline, "Should I get you a pretty necklace, one that shows off how pretty your collarbone is?”

“There’s no need when I have the perfect one here.” You hovered over his hand before taking it and placing his digits around your neck. "Don't I look prettiest like this?"

It was way too early for you to be stirring him up like this. He pressed the slightest pressure against the base of your neck and squeezed. Your lips formed a firm line, salvia traveling down your throat and your heart racing at the sensation as his eyes stared back at you like you were the last meal he’ll ever get to have. The moment was brief when he had released you from his grasp and instead trailed down your body. “You’re so sexy when you tell me what you want. It makes me want to devour you whole.”

“Then why are you making me wait?”

His lips inched to yours in an initially soft, chaste kiss, before it slowly grew hungry and ravenous under your touch. He looped his arm around your body, making contact with your bare torso and felt the flushed sensation of your skin meet his. “You’ve always been good at waiting. That's why I like you so much.”

“I wait because it’s you. I know in the end you’ll give me what I want,” you answered honestly.

“You’re damn right, I do.” He clutched your face in his hands, kissing your face once more, before climbing on top of your body.

His hands traveled over your bare breasts, squeezed their warmth in his hands while thumbing over your erect nipples. He parted from your lips to avert his attention to the flesh he held in one hand, skillfully pleasuring the other single handedly. He smiled back at you playfully, catching the stiff peak between his teeth. Using his tongue, he gifted you full surface and kitten licks, emitting satisfied utterances from you. He’d feed on your breasts around his moist lips, making sure he gave the same treatment to the other side as well.

While he did this, you took advantage of his hardened cock that sprung on top of you, handling him from the base all the way down to the tip, which was already moist in his precum. He let out a low hum, grinning undeniably under your grasp. Full palming his shaft, you felt it grow bigger, eager for something more than the handy you were giving him.

“My day’s only started, but you’ve already become the highlight.” Jun stated, still nestled between your two mounds.

“I always love making your day.”

He let out a light chortle, he kissed your tender breasts before taking control over his cock, lining it up with your arouse filled cunt that was weak at the sight of Jun’s excitement. He shifted over your body, reaching over his bedside table for the condom that was conveniently placed. He unraveled the rubber and covered his member before greeting your entrance finally. Your hands reached behind you to grip against the bed frame as you found yourself involuntarily losing balance on the mattress, while Junhui playfully slid in and out of you. Eventually finding his pace, Jun smoothed his hand up your body, eventually fixating over the base of your neck once again.

He lightly rubbed against two points of your neck, your eyes watching him take his time before squeezing you between his fingers. The breath leaving your body, your head instinctively tilted backwards as Junhui persisted, and the saliva that built up in your mouth stopped where his hand was. He’s done this numerous times and it never ceases to frighten you whether he’d go too far, but at the same time that’s what excites you. There was nothing like the sensation of imminent danger in the hands of someone you trusted as they thrusted into you senselessly.

Junhui loved nothing more than to see your pretty body under his control, gasping for air, while simultaneously overwhelmed by sexually gratification as a smile slowly formed on your face, reminding him how you enjoyed it as much as he did. “You really are the prettiest with my hands around your neck.”

His other hand gravitated towards your bouncing breast, occasionally striking your skin. You gasped at him for more. “M-More p-p-please.”

“Glad to know you can take more.”

He landed another slap on your breast before double wrapping around your neck, making you go numb from all instincts, especially breathing, to only hear the sounds of wet skin slapping. Barely a flow of oxygen making way down your windpipes, the only thing you could focus on as you went light headed was his cock run deep and aggressive where your pleasure spot was found. It was hard to tell whenever your orgasm started and whether it was going to stop since Junhui showed no sign of stopping. He was hypnotized at your wave of ecstasy that never seemed to end, encouraging him to follow up with more force.

You went essentially limp on his bed, barely able to hold on to anything without feeling your energy deteriorating. Junhui found himself coming close to his own pleasure before stopping himself completely, easing out of you and releasing your neck from his grasp. You gasped you first breath of air in what felt like forever, shocked at yourself by your talent. Junhui, yet to meet his own orgasm, simply took it upon his hands to remove his condom, disposed of it,  and grasp your head to place over his cock in his sit up position.

You reciprocated immediately, quick to choking yourself with your mouth the same way Junhui was able to do with his hands. Your lips wrapped around his shaft generously, gradually getting closer to his full length, and forcing yourself with shit eyes to bob in cock that same way your cunt would. You attempted to swallow him in your mouth, in which Jun let out a low groan, letting you to believe he was enjoying you in silence. You’d gag, nearly coughing him out, but rejected your resistance to only keep going, no matter how painful it felt. And like a gift from the heavens, Junhui met his ultimate demise and came in you mouth without warning, not like you minded. In fact, you felt immense honor feeling the hot liquid run down your throat and into your system, easing the length out your mouth once you were sure he was finished.

Junhui could only look back at you with an exhausted grin, satisfied as usual by your performance. “Your throat has the power of a horse. I’m lucky to have it.”

You felt the skin around your previously compressed neck and attempted to speak, only to hear the raspy outcome that came along. “I definitely need some water.”

“I’ll call a maid to bring some over. But you’ll definitely need maybe some cough drops and a necklace for your troubles.” His reached forward as the red indents in your neck, stroking them gently, “anything you prefer?”

“Diamonds definitely don’t hurt.”

#wen junhui #jun #junhui #moon junhui #seventeen jun #seventeen smut #junhui smut #wen junhui smut #moon junhui smut #jun smut #jun scenarios #junhui scenarios #junhui fanfic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #wen junhui scenarios #wen junhui fanfic

[satoruvt]

[12:19 PM]

a/n: hello everyone it is currently snowing where i am at .... i am weak for anything wintery and i am also weak for one mr wen junhui so. here is this <3

word count: 554

You watch the snow for a while before Junhui wakes up.

The news had warned about a snowstorm the night before, one to come rolling in overnight. You let yourself be happy about it, not having to drive anywhere and willing to humor Jun in his plans to build anything he could out of the snow. Maybe you could finally get your Christmas tree up and decorated; you’ve pushed it off for this long already.

When you wake up, it’s already late morning. You gently uncurl Jun from around you and get out of bed, dress yourself in a hoodie and start a cup of coffee. The apartment is quiet save for a gentle whirl of wind from outside, and you remember the snowstorm with a blink, leaning against the kitchen counter.

The coffee maker beeps to signal that it’s done, and you take your mug to pour some creamer into it. You open the blinds for the big window in the living room, watching as the wind blows the snow around and the snowflakes flurry like they’re in a rush. The tops of rooftops that you can see are already dusted in white. It reminds you of powdered sugar. Maybe you should bake something today, too.

You don’t know how much time has passed exactly - only that it’s a while - when Junhui wraps his arms around your abdomen and pushes his chest to your back. You hum and breathe in the smell of his skin and last night’s cologne, leaning back into him. He presses a kiss to your head.

“It’s cold,” he whines gently, and you feel a smile on your lips. “Come back to bed with me.”

“It’s snowing,” you say. Your eyes don’t leave the window. You take another sip of your coffee, almost gone and lukewarm.

“Okay,” Jun says, turning you around to face him. When you finally see his face he’s pouting, remnants of sleep still in his eyes though they’re lively. “Snow day. Perfect day to spend in bed.”

You scoff without the bite, rolling your eyes fondly. “Wasn’t it just last night that you were talking about playing in the snow?”

Junhui grins and you groan, knowing the exact look in his eyes. He ducks his head to nuzzle into your neck. “I talked about a lot of things last night,” he murmurs onto your skin. You find it in yourself to put your mug down on the coffee table. “Should I repeat them all?”

“Hush,” you tell him, and you feel the shake of his shoulders as he laughs against you. He pulls his head away from your neck and looks at you the way he always does, the way that always makes your heart race despite it happening so often and for so long. You brush your fingers through his bedhead, smooth it down then push it up again. He looks beautiful like this, you think, mussed hair and sparkling, sleepy eyes. The skin that peeks out of his t-shirt glows.

“It is a good day to spend inside,” you confirm, watching as Junhui’s face lights up at your agreement. He leans forward to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then both of your cheeks.

“Knew you’d come around,” he murmurs against your lips, then kisses you properly in the dim light the snow shines.

#SAD #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #svt jun x reader #seventeen jun x reader #svt junhui x reader #seventeen junhui x reader #wen junhui x reader #svt jun imagine #seventeen jun imagine #jun x reader #x reader #reader insert

[gamerwoo]

Seventeen headcanon: Seventeen as Daycare Workers

a/n: i really dont have the time for a whole au for this so uh here’s a headcanon because i just needed to like write it down somewhere. maybe one day i’ll make a mini series for each of them or smth

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Choi Seungcheol

he’s the boss

he doesn’t own the daycare but he works directly under the owners

they’re family friends of his

he absolutely adores the kids at the daycare

he knows every kid in the daycare so well

like he knows who needs what and when

he always has the answers so everyone goes to him when they need help

moms always hit on him but he doesn’t realize they’re trying to hit on him

tbh he’s too busy making sure the kid didn’t forget anything lmao

while he does mostly work with the older kids (so basically anyone outside the baby room) he does do everything

all of the kids love him so much

Yoon Jeonghan

honestly he technically was never officially hired

they were really low on staff once so Seungcheol begged Jeonghan to help

he promised to pay him so Jeonghan said yes because he needed money

but even once they hired someone else, Jeonghan kept showing up

so he just works there now

he was really,,,,,,,not into taking care of kids lmao

he’s like the stereotypical new dad who like holds his baby wrong and is like ‘wtf is this???’

but he’s gotten the hang of it and a lot of the kids love him

he’s convinced them he’s a real life angel

Jihoon is trying to undo that by telling them the opposite but some of the kids only think he’s even cooler

always gets hit on by the parents

Joshua Hong

he’s one of the preschool teachers

he doesn’t like having anyone call him Mr. Hong so the kids call him Mr. Josh or Mr. Shua

he hits on a lot of the moms

may have slept with one or two of them but that’s neither here nor there

like Jeonghan, he teaches them that he’s this perfect gentleman (mostly so they’ll go home and tell their moms that)

again, Jihoon tells them otherwise

he has so many drawings from his students and he keeps all of them in a big folder in his desk at home

refuses to throw anything the kids made away

but while he’s sweet with the kids, he doesn’t really have a good track record with calling anybody back

always scolded by Jihoon and Seungcheol

Wen Junhui

the kids love him because he’s basically a large child

the kids love him so much

he literally lets them climb all over him he loves it

loves to help the kids with lunch and snack and stuff

he mostly works with the toddlers and not so much the babies

he’s like Jeonghan when he first started working there but only with babies

teaches the kids words in mandarin all the time

loves to tickle them and make them laugh

whenever a kid is crying, Jun’s the guy to go to

gets hits on a moderate amount but is too flustered to do anything about it

Kwon Soonyoung

claims he’s the one in charge is Seungcheol or Jihoon aren’t there

thankfully at least one of them is always at work

like Jun, he acts like he’s one of the kids

but sometimes he’s.......too extra with it

banned from the baby room for being too loud all the time

usually in charge of circle time

teaches them little songs and dances and stuff

lowkey hoped working at a daycare would help him meet someone but all the kids go home and tell their parents about how goofy Soonyoung is

so none of the single parents take him seriously so when he’s trying to hit on them it doesn’t work out

at least the kids like him

though sometimes they bully him or throw their toys at him lmao

Jeon Wonwoo

the other teacher

Wonwoo teaches the older kids who come in after they’re at kindergarten or first grade

but that’s not until the afternoon, so during the morning, he’s usually in the baby room

Wonwoo’s a much quieter teacher than Josh but his kids adore him

he’s the true gentleman

seems like he’d be awkward with kids but he’s so good with them????

if they’re crying or upset, he’s soft and patient and understanding

he’s perfect with babies because he’s already quiet and gentle

and unlike Josh, he keeps things more professional with the parents

even if a lot of kids insist they want him to be their dad

Lee Jihoon

somehow, he became the second in command to Seungcheol

he was hired around the time that Jeonghan started getting dragged there

and despite claiming he had no training and hadn’t ever really worked with kids, he was a natural

and kids loved him even though he seemed so cold and annoyed toward everyone else

but with kids he’s so sweet

if a kid is being a brat he absolutely won’t put up with it, though

he’s a lot more blunt with kids misbehaving than Seungcheol is but he at least gets them to behave

moms used to hit on him but he made it painfully obvious he wasn’t interested

like Seungcheol, he also works with all he kids, but he mainly stays in the baby room

Lee Seokmin

he assists Wonwoo with his classes in the afternoon

but during the day he goes between the baby room and staying with the rest of the kids

known for singing kids and babies to sleep

the kids are so in love with his voice

he’ll sit on the floor and they’ll all lay in like a lil pile around him and just listen to him sing as they fall asleep

probably loves helping with crafts more than he should

he’ll make one for himself and bring it home like a proud child lmao

tbh he has baby fever real bad

Kim Mingyu

assists Joshua’s class

tries to sit at the really short tables with the kids but his knees are like in his chest

no matter how many times he does that, the kids still think it’s hilarious

doesn’t really assist with crafts because he would mess it up

he already made three kids cry for ruining their crafts and he refuses to mess up again

of course he’s popular with the parents

but honestly even like 5 of the little girls insist they’ll marry Mingyu when they’re older

Mingyu just thinks it’s cute tho

Xu Minghao

mostly stays in the baby room

lowkey has baby fever like Seokmin but won’t admit it

but also thinks the single parents (and tbh even some of the married ones) coming in and flirting with everyone is really dumb

loves holding the babies and trying to get them to smile

occasionally assists with the older kids when help is needed, like with recess or something

the kids think he’s so cool because he always speaks to Jun in mandarin

but he’s kind of a little more awkward with kids so he just get’s all blushy and mumbles a thank you

then retreats back to the baby room

Boo Seungkwan

tbh just applied for the job because he thought it would be easy money

he’s suffering

it’s like kids know he’s not that great with kids and try to rub it in his face

they climb all over him, throw food at him, color on him

tbh they give him the hardest time out of anybody else

his bad luck carries over into the baby room

Seungcheol thought maybe he should work in there instead but he always gets spit up and thrown up on

let’s just say he has to basically keep a whole closet in his car because he’s always changing his clothes

but there are still really cute moments where a kid will crawl into his lap and ask him to read to him or when he sings to a baby and it smiles up at him

so he suffers through the pain for those moments

Hansol Chwe

literally the chillest worker there

kids and parents alike both love him

babies, not so much, but that’s fine because he doesn’t really know how to hold a baby anyway

tbh he doesn’t really like know what to do and when he just kinda follows what everyone else does

he’s not the best with kids, but I mean, he keeps them alive and mostly happy so ?????

he’s not one of the favorites but he’s trying

he might try to help a crying kid and only make them cry harder but he’s t r y i n g

kids don’t hate him and that’s what matters

and he does his job

Lee Chan

y’know how Soonyoung says he would be next in charge after Jihoon? it would probably actually be Chan

he’s good with babies and kids

sometimes pops into the classes to help out

sometimes pops into the baby room to help out

the owners love him and think he’s awesome

he’s great with the parents too

like he’s one of their star employees

he loves kids and babies and kids and babies love him

unfortunately while he is trying to find a s/o, none of the parents seem to want to take him seriously lmao

#seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #seventeen heacanon #daycare!seventeen #seventeen fluff #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #junhui #soonyoung #hoshi #wonwoo #jihoon #woozi #seokmin #dokyeom #dk #mingyu #minghao #the8 #seungkwan #hansol #vernon #chan #dino

[markley]

amortentia — wjh

summary — where complicated feelings are so easily revealed with a simple potion

genre — hogwarts au, fantasy, fluff, comedy

warnings — n/a

word count — 2.5k

a/n — my first harry potter au! if u arent a slytherin im sorry :(

“hello class,” your potions proffesor says, looking out to the rest of the tired morning class. “for the next few days we are learning about amortentia. can anyone tell me what it is?”

many hands raise, not including your own. you knew, but didnt really care enough to answer the question, opting to read the section on the strong love potion in the textbook in front of you. suddenly, something hits the back of your head, and you turn to face wen junhui, or jun, balling up another piece of small parchment in his hands.

if there is one word to describe jun, it’s infuriating. normally, students from the same house tend to get along, but that definitely did not occur between you and jun, both headstrong slytherins with a need to be right— not traits for a good friendship.

it started when junhui questioned whether you were talented or not, as you were always so quiet and never showed any particular skill in wizadry. he challenged you to a duel, and lost. ever since then he has made it his duty to bother and annoy you until school ends, while you make sure to never give him the last laugh.

honestly, the bickering has just become a game of cat and mouse, and although its tiring, you wont lose. besides, what’s the fun in that?

“uh,” you start awkwardly, fully aware of jun’s silent laugh behind you. “a strong love potion that causes obsession rather than actual love? i believe it also varies in smell.”

“uh,” you start awkwardly, fully aware of jun’s silent laugh behind you. “a strong love potion that causes obsession rather than actual love? i believe it also varies in smell.”

“uh,” you start awkwardly, fully aware of jun’s silent laugh behind you. “a strong love potion that causes obsession rather than actual love? i believe it also varies in smell.”

mr. min looks satisfied, shaking through his dark hair with a hand. “correct, but don’t think i won’t notice you not paying attention ms. kwon.” he continues on explaining the properties of the tonic. you turn around slightly to glare at a smirking junhui, clearly proud. you shake your head, already thinking of ways to get him back.

the rest of the class period consisted of you taking notes on both the actual subject and mental notes on ways to make jun’s life absolutely miserable. the bell finally rings, signaling the end of class, and you jump up before jun is able to talk to you like he always insists.

you hear his annoying—albeit nice—voice from behind you, a teasing pout. with a roll of your eyes, you walk away to find your brother, soonyoung, knowing he’s somewhere in the hallways near you. although he is a hufflepuff, and an annoying as hell brother, you found him much easier to get along with than those of your own house— example? jun. obviously. 

soonyoung giggles as you approach him, a teasing smile playing along his lips. “aw, look at that. mr. slytherin is sad you’re avoiding him.” he says. you punch the redhead’s arm, not even needing to look back to know he’s right. jun always pouts. soonyoung insists he really likes you, but you know better—if the constant teasing and pranking is anything to go by. besides, you hated the boy anyway, even though soonyoung disagrees with that as well.

mr. min yells out a small “remember to be prepared tomorrow” throughout the dungeon hall. you turn to the professor, allowing junhui to finally catch up to you, putting an arm around your shoulder, with soonyoung long gone. “hey babe,” jun says, grinning, “good job on that thing today. fucking hilarious.” rolling your eyes, you shrug his arm off.

“fuck--”

“me?”

“off!” you correct, groaning internally at his constant teasing. he just smiles that same crooked grin before walking away with a mumble you didn't quite catch but sounded something like ‘you would.’ oh, how you hate him. or at least that’s what you tell yourself. 

whether you hated the guy or not, he was undeniably gorgeous and sometimes— only sometimes— kind of funny. but you still hated him. never have you been so easily annoyed with a human being before. 

with a small shake of your head, you walk back to your dorm to think of a way to embarrass junhui after potions today. you get there quickly as its right by potions class, but even by this time you had an idea, and not a pretty one. 

if there was one thing junhui prided himself on, it was his skillset. whether that was charms or potions, he was cocky about succeeding in it all. using this, you think of a great way to embarrass him the way you were embarrassed earlier— making a fool out of himself under mr min’s eye. oh how very fun this will be. 

on the other side of school, jun was bribing soonyoung for information on you, already knowing you were attempting to get back at him. you were known for needing the last word, after all. soonyoung being the kind hufflepuff brother he is, at least tried to avoid jun, but eventually gave up at jun’s offer of endless sweets. can you blame him? well yes, and you do the next day before potions when he lets it slip that he told junhui the name of your old crush— not that junhui knows its old. 

how you and soonyoung are siblings? you will never know.

the only thing giving you solace from punching soonyoung in the face is knowing the prank you are about to pull on junhui. the prank in question is completely fucking up his potion, a prank soonyoung called “absolute evil.”

in class, you were to make your own batch of amortentia, a difficult feat on its own, although quite easy for you and jun. the best part is to soon come, when you throw in something most definitely not in the potion. specifically something to make it explode.

maybe soonyoung was right. mr. min was not an easy teacher to impress but was definitely an easy teacher to disappoint—and jun hates disappointing professors.

you were evil. guess thats why you fit perfectly in slytherin—or atleast according to the rest of the school.

when class starts, mr. min is already talking about failure. “don’t worry,” he says, “i already know most of you will fail.” with that last piece of what was probably meant to be encouragement, everyone begins to work on the difficult potion.

soon after everyone barely makes it to the middle of the workload, you have already finished, and jun is right behind you. he moved away from his cauldron to fetch the last ingredient, and you take it as your time to throw in a little bit of porcupine quills quickly, an easy way to make his potion turn into something not made for love.

with a small smile at no one noticing, you return to your own finished product, mr. min looking at it in satisfaction. suddenly, a small pop is heard from behind you where jun is standing in front of a bright green potion— well, more like covered in it.

you burst into silent giggles at his predicament, mr. min having an opposite reaction, instead glaring at the failure. junhui himself glares too, but instead at you, with eyes full of hatred. you can’t help the feeling of pride spreading across your chest, which then drops at mr. mins snarl.

“who did it?” he asks, looking around and then stopping at you. you throw your hands up in the air with an exclamation of ‘it wasn’t me!’. the professor doesn’t seem convinced, raising an eyebrow. he then plucks a porcupine quill off your robes, and you give up. “that’s what i thought.”

you look over to jun, standing still in the green mess, but with an obvious smirk on his face. you mentally face palm at yourself for failing at making jun an embarrassment. fuck the little shithead...

“the both of you,” mr. min speaks, pointing to a downtrodden and no longer smiling junhui, “are to clean this mess up, as well as the entire class. oh, and the storage while you are at it. don’t break anything.” and with a small groan of protest from jun, the class is dismissed. mr. min struts out of the dungeon classroom, but not before flicking his wand towards jun’s robes, now spotless.

with a slam of the dungeon door, you and junhui are left alone. “this is your fault,” junhui snarls, pointing a perfectly manicured finger in your direction. “why do i always get looped in with you?!”

“because you started it. and you always retaliate.” you say with ever growing frustration. jun groans in irritation, looking as if ready to stab you at any given moment.

“how the hell are you and soonyoung siblings?” he asks, shaking his head while walking to the corner to begin cleaning.

“i ask myself that question everyday.”

after that small conversation, the two of you start cleaning up the green mess and then the rest of the dungeon classroom. it took a good hour or two, and you still hadnt even organized the messy storage yet. the entire time while cleaning you and junhui hadnt talked to each other, only sparing a few hate-filled glances and eye rolls.

the storage closet was a mess of premade potions and ingredients. it was so chaotic you feel the need to ask mr. min the last time he even thought about organizing it. shelves upon shelves held bottles of colors: red to black to clear. almost every potion in existence was held in this small closet.

you can’t help but find your fingertips brushing across the bottles of pretty tonics. jun follows you into the small space to clean after seeing you ogling instead of doing your job. “get to cleaning.” he says, already starting his organization process of what seems to be putting the potions in rainbow order.

rolling your eyes, you begin to help, grabbing the bottles of liquid. a small bright pink vial grabs your attention as you brush through the bottled ingredients. you pick it up, swishing the thick potion within the glass. with a cock of your head, you open it to be met with a strong fume of what seems to smell like... junhui? the boy in question is still diligently cleaning the small closet behind you, unknowingly to you, staring at you from his peripheral vison.

you take another sniff, hoping to be wrong—but no. that smell is distinctly jun; musky yet sweet. a hand grabs the bottle from you, peering at the label. “what does it smell like?” jun asks, raising an eyebrow at your extremely confused expression. “it’s amortentia, dumbass.”

at this, you grab the potion back, not believing him. there is no way in hell amortentia would smell like jun. however, the infuriating guy was right. the bottle was in fact labeled amortentia. your breathing hitches, and you can’t seem to come up with any words— or even look up at the boy in front of you.

jun seems to get more confused every second you dont answer him. “um, y/n? you alive there?” you finally look up, coughing awkwardly and handing him the vial back.

“yeah, im fine dork.”

“ouch. dork? im a nerd at best.”

“shut up, you nerd.” he smiles at your unconscious correction, turning back to the amortentia bottle unaware to the racing thoughts and heart you are currently dealing with internally. why, why would amortentia smell like the one person you hate the most behind soonyoung?!

“i bet it smells like minghao.” at this blunt statement you snap your head to a smirking jun. “i mean, you do like him right?” you remember soonyoung saying how jun bribed him with chocolate for this information and you write a mental note to kill your brother later.

“liked,” you mumble, walking as far away from the grinning asshole in front of you. the last thing you need is junhui teasing you about a crush while the strongest love potion ever smells like him. “as in no longer. over. done with. blah blah blah.”

“anyway, are you almost done with the rest of the potions?” you quickly change the subject of your old crush and the potion that reeks of your number one enemy. the questions in your head still wont end and you want to leave as soon as possible.

“wait wait wait,” jun says, very insistent. “if you dont like minghao anymore, who does it smell like?”

“why the fuck do you care, junhui?”

“i dont,” he says, twidling his thumbs awkwardly, but still staring you down with his dark eyes. “im just... curious.” that isnt entirely true and you can hear it in his hesitant voice.

you groan and glare at the brunet boy. you take the bottle, and pretend to smell it again, but already know your answer. it smells like the forest you found him in one night after curfew, that you just happened to be sneaking out to as well—that was the first time you two ever got along, agreeing to not turn each other in. the potion also smells of the fruity shampoo jun uses, and the mint gum he always chews. you hate to admit it, but the potion smells exactly like how you envision jun. and whatever that may mean, its true.

“the forbidden forest at midnight, mint gum and lemon-y shampoo.” you finally answer after a lot of internal debate of whether to be honest or not. pushing the bottle back to him, you begin to leave the small closet like space. jun reaches out an arm quickly, grabbing on to your wrist.

“that,” he starts, recognizing the scents as his own. “smells like-“

“i know,” you whisper, pulling your arm away. not ready to take his reaction, you start to run away and jun’s next words are the only thing that stop you.

“do you want to know what it smells like to me?” junhui says hopefully, but entirely expecting you to walk away. “hair dye and strawberries.” stopping, you turn back to jun. he had moved closer, now nose to nose with you. your breath hitches, and you almost think you arent breathing. “just like the purple hair dye you put in my shampoo and the strawberries i always see you eat every. single. meal.”

you look up to meet his piercing eyes that bore into yours with such intensity it takes your breath away. you look away for him to softly grab your chin. “look at me, please.” his voice is the softest you’ve ever heard it, just a whisper.

“what does that mean, jun?”

“it means look at me.” you glare up at him, him chuckling in return. he places his forehead against yours, and the exact mint gum scent that you smelled in the love tonic hits your nose. “it means i like you, dork.” jun’s lips move closer to yours every word he speaks until they are just barely touching

“im a nerd at best.” you mumble before pushing your mouth against what you believed to be your enemy’s. mental note: kill soonyoung later, for being right

maybe there really is a thin line between love and hate.

#seventeen #seventeen jun #harry potter au #seventeen fluff #seventeen writing #seventeen hp #svt jun #wen junhui #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #hp!au #svt #fantasy #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen hoshi

[kinglybella]

Insanity (1)

A/N: Welcome to my twisted mind~ I got some major inspiration to write a well...very disturbing series.This is sorta an introduction chapter. Letting you get a feel for the characters and the setting. So please, grab some snacks and join the roller coaster.

AU!: Psychopath!Yandere!Minghao, Psychiatrist!Reader, Doctor!Jun

Warnings: Blood, Murder, Self harm (Mentioned), Cussing, Major heartache

Description: You never realized how stressful and dangerous your job as an asylum psychiatrist could be till a patient, Xu Minghao, gets admitted for murder. Your co-worker Wen Junhui insists the man is dangerous and needs to be locked away. However, something draws you near Minghao. But can you break free before it is too late?

~ Admin Bella

“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”

― Philip K. Dick

Your POV

Your shoes thumped against the pure, clean marble floors. Speckled with little grey specks. You passed several nurses, doctors, and psychiatrists like yourself. White coats and straight jackets found on every turn of a corner.

Some people would call you insane to actually desire to care for the insane. But you found a sense of comfort in it. You wanted to help people. You wanted to help them see reason and clarity. Be it that you are just a figure for them to trust and talk to, or medicine that you prescribe for them. Anyway they possibly could get better, you tried.

Your mother, in particular, wasn’t fond of your job, she swore up and down you would get yourself killed here. You brushed her off

“Mom, these people aren’t dangerous, they are hurt and they need my help.” you furrowed your eyebrows, placing your hands gently on her shoulders.

“I just worry for you. Those people-” she spat, making you flinch at her harsh tone.

“Those people are exactly what you just said. People. People who need help. I am done talking about this now.”

Remembering her face, her pained face as you refused to even consider what she was saying. It makes your heart hurt. You wish it wasn’t too late to apologize for your harshness in the past. Sighing and shaking your head, you pushed aside your regrets and thoughts. You looked down at your clip board, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you examine your next patient’s sheet.

Minghao Xu

Age- 20

Birthplace- China, Haicheng, Liaoning

Reason for Admission- manslaughter, suicide attempt, attacking officers when attempt was stopped.

Dangerous? - Yes, restraints are necessary at all times. Patient shows dangerous behavior to his nurses, doctor, and to himself.

You were startled out of your reading as suddenly your coat was tugged on. Jumping slightly with wide eyes, you look down at the blonde little girl.

“Eva!“ you breathed out, clutching your chest as your heart thumps heavily in your rib cage. “You scared me, hun,” you chuckled, kneeling down to her level after smiling softly at her nurse. “How are you doing today, honey?”

“I is okie” she smiled, her front tooth missing from her yanking it out. Per request from Raven... “Raven hasn’t spoke to me for a while, Miss Y/L/N” she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. Her hands clasped cutely behind her back.

“That is great, Eva. I know you are making great progress. I will see you later in the week, okay?” you patted the top of her head gently, rising back up.

“Okie, Miss Y/L/N” she waved before taking her nurse’s hand and skipping off to her room. Probably to color or nap. But you can’t be worrying about Eva right now. You rush quickly to your third office. You had several offices, each designed for certain types of patients. This Minghao fellow was currently in Office C, padded heavily with several cameras and secret alarm buttons everywhere. Office C was where usually you first meet your patients, then later you determined which office to continue seeing them at or which office they would be more comfortable in.

You thumbed in the code for the office, stepping inside before pushing the door closed. A soft beep ringing as the alarm sets. Turning around, you gave the man in front of you a friendly smile, taking a few short steps to sit down. You glanced down at your clipboard before back up at Minghao.

“How are you feeling today, Mr Xu?” you crossed your leg over the other, flipping to a clean sheet of paper, ready to jot notes down. He smirked lightly, trying to stretch within his straight jacket. His eyes roamed all over your body before settling to look directly into your eyes, making you shift under his gaze.

“How do you think I should feel?” he tilted his head, his smirk widening more and more into a full blown smile. “I am a murderer, a psychopath as some seem to be calling me.” A soft giggle escaped past his lips, causing a chill to go down your spine. “Quite an interesting term that one...Psy-Cho-Path” He sounded out slowly.

You cleared your throat, quickly jotting down his behavior before looking back up at him. “Mr. Xu-” you began only for him to cut you off with a loud sigh and a tough pull within his jacket. Irritation and anger forming on his face.

“Minghao. Call me Minghao, and only Minghao.” He snarled out, clearly taking a dislike to your formalities. Immediately that is something you note down. “Unless you have a name you would like to call me during fun times, Minghao is the only name I wish for you to call me” He purred, laving his tongue over his bottom lip.

He is going to be a tough one, you thought to yourself, making some more notes of his behavior.

“I will call you Minghao. And since we are patient and doctor, there will be no ‘fun’ times as you call them” you smile politely before checking the clock. Thirty minutes left to this introduction session. “Now I have to ask some mandatory questions, Minghao-” you flipped a page on your clip board, examining it before looking back up at him, “Do you hear voices?”

He tilts his head in thought before grinning, “Sometimes”

“What do they tell you? Do they tell you to do anything?”

“They tell me about ways I could make you orgasm ” he threw his head back and cackled as if he just told the greatest joke in the world. You, however, sighed and jotted down his lewd behavior.

"Do they tell you to do anything violent. To yourself or others?" You peered up from your clipboard, raising an eyebrow.

"One voice told me I should slit the throat of my neighbors dog, that would get the mangy mutt to shut the fuck up." He stared up at the ceiling in thought. Looking semi-peaceful despite the circumstances.

"And did you?"

"Of course, but also that voice was my own train of thought" his focus went from the ceiling to you, the corner of his lips tugging into a wicked smile. A chill went down your spine, lacing your skin with goosebumps. You swallowed your fear and discomfort down. Reading a note left by his doctor after being brought in, you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

Patient has several scars lacing his wrists, when questioned by this, he claimed to be releasing himself. Research into his profile, before the murder, shows a hospital stay after hitting a vein.

“Was your home life abusive?” you set your clipboard down on your lap, clasping your hands together. “Usually those that harm themselves live in a harmful household.. Was yours harmful, Mr- Minghao?” you forced yourself to smile, calling him by his first name.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe I have no family. Maybe I was sent from Hell” he laughed, settling further into the couch. His black bangs covering his eyes. “Maybe I am the antichrist.”

You decided not to comment on that one, just quietly noting down his behavior. You set your clipboard down yet again, studying his face. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that. But you weren’t an agency for models, you were a psychiatrist, and you were studying your patient.

“You were diagnosed with schizophrenia, do you agree with this?” you tilted your head at him, and you watched as he did the same to you with a smirk. However, he never answered. Just simply stared at you. “Minghao?” raising an eyebrow, you questioned.

“I don’t know~ Do you agree with it? I am sure you are very familiar with it...” he sneered. You opened your mouth to answer, but you were quickly cut off by the alarm beeping throughout the room. Signaling the end of your session. Two men wearing white uniforms quickly walked in, grabbing Minghao by his elbows and roughly lifting him up off the couch. You would have snapped at them to be more gentle, however, this pang in your chest stopped you from speaking. You didn’t understand his statement.

“See ya later, love” he smiled widely, dementedly. He wanted to get under your skin, and boy was he doing a good job of it.

You work with a lot of mentally ill. That is all he meant by it. You kept telling yourself that as you watched the workers usher Minghao out. He walked past you and chuckled, throwing his head back. Enjoying his effect on you. After his laughter rang through your ears, you cleared your mind and straightened your back, walking out after them. But you couldn’t quite shake him off. The feeling he gave you. This sense of-

“Y/N, watch out!” a familiar voice shouted. Whipping your head up, you came in contact with a very annoying pillar in the middle of the walk way. A structural beam that had to stay in it’s burdensome position. You groaned in pain, already expecting a bruise to show up on your forehead in the morning.

“Y/N, are you okay? Where were you?” the voice comes up beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Peeking through your fingers you see Jun shaking his head disapprovingly at you.

“Where do you think I was? I had a patient, moron” you huffed at your friend and co-worker. Jun was slender, yet still had muscles that rippled his clothing. You couldn’t deny your attraction to your friend, but who wasn’t attracted to him? He was a walking angel. You two met shortly after you took the job. You were sitting alone in the cafeteria, scared of what you had gotten yourself into. That was the first and only time you were scared. Jun came up and asked if the seat in front of you was taken. You remember thinking how he wouldn’t shut up. He spilled his whole backstory to you that lunch hour. How he use to work in pediatrics for mentally ill kids, all the way to how he ended up here.

“I am Jun. I just transferred here...And you are?” He asked, his eyes gentle, brown hair messily covering his forehead. You felt safe with him, though you think he runs his mouth too much. But nerves can do that to a person, and you were trained to listen.

“I am Y/N, nice to meet you, Jun”  you smiled politely before returning to push your lettuce around your salad bowl. Hunger being the last thing on your mind, you were being presented your first patient today, and the word “nervous” couldn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling. Maybe your mother was right.

“I feel like we are going to be good friends, you and I”

Sure we are, you thought sarcastically to yourself. You always preferred to be alone.

“I meant mentally, you smart ass” he snorted, patting the top of your head, breaking you yet again out of your thoughts. “You seem so deep in thought? What’s going on in that head of yours?” he motioned for you to begin walking again. So you did, and he followed along side you.

“Oh.. I just had a new patient. He is interesting to say the least.” you shook your head, feeling a chill wave over your body. You quickly wrapped your arms around your body, hugging yourself to bring extra warmth. Sometimes this place feels so cold. You only wonder how the patients look at it.

“How interesting?”

“He murdered a woman who was walking with her baby in a stroller-” grimacing for a second, you continued your thought, “It appears he did it for no reason. He later tried to kill himself.”

“Holy shit.” Jun shook his head, “Even as a doctor, I sometimes don’t get it.”

You looked up at him, sighing before looking ahead. A nurse quickly jogged up to you, smiling formally.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I have that paperwork you requested for yesterday on the Peterson case.” she handed you the tan folder, filled with copies of paperwork on another patient of yours. Jun folded his arms and stared down at her, expecting a formality, however, he oddly received none.

“Thank you, Michelle. I badly needed these” You smiled, watching her nod before retreating back to her station. Looking up at Jun, you snickered. “What was that about?”

He shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulders, completely abandoning business ethics. “I took her out last Saturday, forgot my wallet.” You smacked his arm off your shoulder all while laughing. Tears building in your eyes.

“You made the poor woman pay?” wiping your eyes, you sighed in humor. “That is too good”

“I am just pissy I didn’t get laid.”

“I am sure you are. Now if you don’t mind, I have a job to get to.” Raising his hands in surrender, he backed down a hall, smiling one last time before leaving to his own office. Unlocking your office door, you rubbed your face, wincing as you rub the sore spot on your forehead. Your office was neat and tidy...as it could be. The blinding, white walls often gave you a headache, a little potted plant sitting on your cherry oak desk, and several bookshelves littered the walls. It definitely looked like a psychiatrist’s office.

And in this silent office of yours, you couldn’t block out the tormenting sound of Mr. Xu’s laughter, and the sentence-

I am sure you are very familiar with it

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[saythename-kpopaus]

Cosmic Showdown ~ Chapter 1

[summary] [ch.2]

This series was inspired by my Seventeen high school AU. 

A/N: i’m sorry to everyone on mobile who can’t see the ‘keep reading’ link!

Word Count: 1k 

Genre/warnings: sci-fi, apocalyptic, humor, angst, death 

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I was convinced that the world was ending. 

See, I had woken up at least an hour late on a gloomy Monday morning. I basically sprinted halfway to school before realizing that I left my bag, lunch, and field trip form at home, so I had to go back to get it. 

And it was just my luck, that as soon as I left home again, the dark clouds that had been gathering for some time decided to piss an ocean of icy tears. To top off my perfect morning, I stood at the front of a full math class, completely soaked and an hour late. 

My dramatic entrance was met with an amused smirk from my teacher—Mr. Abbott—and quiet giggles from my classmates. A searing heat of embarrassment shot up my neck and painted my cheeks a bright pink. I kept my head down to avoid the dozens of piercing gazes as I made my way to Mr. Abbott’s messy desk. Water droplets from my untamed hair and wrinkled clothes fell to the ground with each step I took, marking my legacy down on the floor. 

“Here,” I muttered, digging a hand into my damp backpack to reveal a thankfully dry field trip form. 

Mr. Abbott frowned and said, “This was due last week,” but took it anyways. 

“I know,” I nodded sheepishly. “I, um...I forgot. Can I come today on the field trip or is it too late?” 

He sighed, taking out a list of the students going and adding my name at the bottom in neat handwriting. 

Elise Mayuri. 

“This is the last time I’m ever doing this for you,” Mr. Abbott said as he waved his pen in my face. “If you ever hand in a form late again, you’re not going. Mark my words.” 

He then waved his pen towards the desks. “Take a seat. We’re just working on some textbook problems.”

Just as a weight lifted off my shoulders, another one immediately took its place. 

There was nowhere to sit. 

My usual seat at the back of the class had been taken by the school’s bad boy, Wen Junhui. Judging by the way he had thrown his feet up on the desk, he probably made a permanent home there. 

I didn’t like Junhui in the slightest. He had a terrible attitude; he was rude and unhealthily arrogant. 

Now, I won’t lie—he was quite handsome. With sharp facial features, mischievous dark brown eyes and a muscular body, he really did seem like everybody’s dream boyfriend. But in the way that his personality reeked, his physical scent was much, much worse. The smell of designer cologne and car oil was so pungent on him that even when I was five meters away from him, I still managed to gag. 

I kept on scanning the room until my eyes landed on the only empty seat. It was the desk beside Sung...Sung something. That guy I really liked. The one who was definitely cuter than Wen Junhui. 

That’s also another thing worth nothing. Not that I liked him or thought that he was cute, but how I forgot his name. 

I had a habit of forgetting. 

I always forgot everything: names, dates, what I was going to say, passwords, phone numbers, where I parked, and the list goes on, and on, and on. I’ve tried making myself remember things by putting constant reminders on my phone or by writing it down, but I can’t write down my crush’s name on my hands or notebook. That would just be creepy. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Abbott. asked, clearly agitated. “You’re already late and the class is almost over. Hurry up and take a seat. There’s one beside Sungcheol.” 

At the mention of his name, Sungcheol’s eyes flickered from his phone to me, then to Mr. Abbott, and then back to his phone. The hood of his football sweatshirt was pulled over his forehead, making his overgrown bangs look messy and wild. He rested his cheek in one calloused hand as he lazily scrolled down on his phone, the screen painting his face an eerie shade of blue. 

Why does he look so good? I thought to myself. Even when he doesn’t try to look good, he always fails. Every time. 

I scurried like a mouse towards the desk, shooting daggers from my eyes at Junhui. His response was a cheeky smirk followed by a wink. 

Taking a seat in the broken plastic chair, I took out my notebook, pencil, and heavy math textbook before throwing my bag underneath the desk. 

Anyone who knew me knew that I had a huge crush on Choi Sungcheol, the school’s number one jock. Being near Sungcheol sent violent waves of adrenaline coursing through my veins; it made my heartbeat erratic and my hands tremble. He was a literal prince charming, and an all-around ladies man. 

I really liked him. Like, really, really liked him. The only problem is that I could never remember his name. Sometimes I would ask to borrow a pencil from him or run into him in the hallways, and I would always get his name wrong. 

The first time I asked him for a pencil, I called him Trevor. The second time I asked him, I called him Henry. When I ran into him in the hallways in March— and this was after we had been in the same class for seven months—I called him Norbert. 

I gave up trying to talk to him after that. 

The sound of Sungcheol’s honeyed chuckles pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to look at him, thinking that he was laughing at me—thinking that he was humored by how quickly I had prepared myself or was just trying to start a conversation, but I was wrong. 

He was laughing at a stupid meme on his phone. 

And just like that, my Monday went from bad to terrible in a matter of six words. 

“Hey Hansol,” Sungcheol whispered and leaned across the aisle, “check out this meme.” 

~  Admin Calypso {｡^◕‿◕^｡}

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[jaemtens]

Rescue (Chapter 8)

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summary:  When Soonyoung finally “agrees” to let Junhui get a dog for their apartment, he realizes that he needed something a little bit more than a puppy. Enter Minghao, the bona fide Bad Boy™ with tattoos and piercings. Oh, and he doodles puppies and kittens in their Probability and Confirmation class.

chapter 8: minghao

Minghao slammed the door shut loud enough that anybody four doors down could have heard him.

He didn’t care. He didn’t give a fuck. Screw them. Fuck them all. He hated people. He hated everything. So he slammed the door, threw his bag onto the floor next to the bed, and fell back against the reinforced door frame, his back sliding down until his ass was planted on the floor. Minghao balled his fists up, slamming his right fist against the wall next to the door frame with a loud bang. Fuck everyone.

Leaning forward into his knees, Minghao slammed his fist into the wall again. The apartment rattled, the rickety incandescent light bulb flickering. It wasn’t like Minghao was particularly strong -- more so that this motel was particularly shitty.

After screaming at Junhui and storming out of the shelter in front of his boss, his best friend, and his crush, he went to his other shelter. The homeless shelter . In a spat of irrational anger, emotions flooding out of him in such a vitriolic and negative way, he yanked out his battered textbooks from underneath his bed in his tiny room and pulled out plain-looking manilla envelope. His emergency fund. His rainy-day cash. His get-out-of-jail card, except the jail here was homelessness. Minghao weaseled out $380 he had stashed away, that he was saving up for first-month’s rent for an apartment, and stormed right back out of his room, leaving it in a complete mess.

He walked across town with $380 shoved in his pocket, hands jammed in his jacket, and a switchblade laced between his fingers just in case. He liked the cool embrace of the metal. Minghao didn’t have to use it; he had never needed to use it. But still, with his entire life savings (the money he had built up over the past few months of socking away Dokyeom’s shameful pittance) on his person, he needed to be careful. There was no way he was gonna let someone fuck with street trash like him and steal the only thing he ever worked for. Fuck that.

Nobody tried.

Nobody ever tried.

Minghao leaned to his left, the side of his body resting against the corner of the room. He was curled up in the fetal position, his balled-up fist falling from the wall to the floor, the $80 he had left crumpled up in his pocket squeezing against his chest. He blew one-quarter of his savings on a motel room for a week; he blew his only shot at getting better. The shelter was going to kick him out for not checking in over the next week, the university was going to kick him out for not passing his classes, Dokyeom was going to kick him out for having a second meltdown in such a short amount of time.

Junhui was going to kick him out of his life for being such a dick.

Fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck everything about them and everyone he’s ever known. He wanted to leave, to escape, to forget about all the people who hated him now. Mr. Choi, Dokyeom, Dino, Hansol, Seungkwan, Soonyoung, Joshua, Junhui -- all of them. Especially Junhui. All of them needed to fuck off, to leave him alone, to forget about the Minghao that they thought they knew and just fuck off forever. He raised his right fist again and slammed it against the wall again, much harder than the previous two times. Minghao pretended not to feel the numbing pain spreading through his hand and up his arm, juxtaposing it to the pain in his chest that hurt more.

Fuck Junhui.

Fuck Junhui.

Fuck Junhui.

The adrenaline started waning, the knot in his throat growing, the deep-seeded regret remaining. Minghao felt like he was gasping for air. He was such a fuck-up that he couldn’t even breathe right, his labored inhales and exhales betraying his fuck-them-all attitude. He was so angry -- but not at them. Not at Dino or Dokyeom or Joshua or Junhui. No, for the umpteenth fucking time, he was angry at himself.

He took his fist from the wall and slammed it against his leg, ignoring the pain he felt in his shin and the pain he felt in his hand, focusing on the pain he felt in his heart. The pain that came from taking the essence of all of his anger and directing it at himself for being such a shitty friend and human being in general. He wasn’t angry at Dino for pushing him, at Dokyeom for believing in him, at Joshua for trying with him, or Junhui for fucking existing. No, he was angry at himself for taking all of his friends, taking all the people who believed in him and shoving them away with his shitty actions and shitty words and shitty feelings. He was angry at himself for never being good enough.

Frankly, he didn’t deserve Wen Junhui.

Everything was his fault. He was trying to be someone who he wasn’t. He wasn’t good enough to go to college or to volunteer at the shelter.

And he certainly wasn’t good enough for Wen Junhui.

“Fuck Junhui,” he murmured to himself.

He didn’t deserve Wen Junhui’s dimples, his beautiful brown eyes, and certainly not his goddamn brilliant smile. He didn’t deserve Junhui’s dorky laugh and how it echoed through the room because it was so loud. He didn’t deserve Junhui’s breathless stammering, how he could endearingly stumble over his words. He didn’t deserve Junhui’s intelligence or his thoughtfulness or his patience. And he definitely didn’t deserve any crush that Junhui might have been harboring for him.

At least that crush was as good as gone now.

Minghao’s brain ached from thinking about this so much. He forced himself up and sauntered over to the lone bed in his tiny motel room. Nearly tripping over his bag, he fell onto his bed -- his bed for the next six days -- with a thud. He’d never slept on a queen bed before. Something about starting now didn’t make him feel any better, though.

Each passing moment just seemed to make him more upset. He decided that he needed to order food, so he pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his notifications, it seemed like Dino had tried texting him 15 times in the past few hours. The first texts were short and mildly concerned, but each passing text got longer and longer, sappier and sappier. By the end, Dino’s texts had gotten shorter again ending with “ Hao please text me.”

“Fuck you, Dino” he murmured, believing that if he said it that it might actually change how he felt. Maybe if he told Dino to fuck off, it might actually change the two conflicting feelings that were gnawing at him: that he would give anything to have Dino with him right now telling him everything would be alright or that he would give anything to have Dino forget everything about him so that he couldn’t be such a shitty friend to him. Minghao shook his head and Googled a pizza place. He squirmed $20 out of his pocket and ordered two large meat-heavy pizzas, eating away at more of his emergency fund.

Not that any of that mattered anymore.

*

Fine. Fucking fine .

Minghao was chewing on his bottom lip as he stared at his phone, scrolling through five new texts from Dino. He was now on Day 5 of staying at the motel, and he had amassed something like forty more unanswered texts from Dino. Finally -- finally -- he decided to answer his friend. He would never admit that he read every single text that Dino had sent him, nearly crying every time Dino brought up something about their friendship, like that one time a puppy got so excited when he saw Minghao that he decided to pee all over him. He desperately wanted Dino to give up, but he knew better; he knew that his friend never would. It wasn’t like Dino to give up, especially to give up on Hao.

So when he finally decided to answer, he wasn’t entirely surprised when Dino practically leapt through his phone, spamming Minghao with thirty texts in two minutes. A wall of all-caps flooded his phone; emoji-laden, exclamation-point heavy, sappy Dino texts talking about how worried he was and how he wanted nothing more than to get a response and how happy he was to hear back from him. After days of wallowing in a thoroughly-depressed pizza-fueled Mopehao state, Minghao couldn’t fight the smile spreading across his face.

Dino was insisting that he see Minghao, to make sure he was alright. Before Minghao could respond, he had already suggested a diner near campus and a time: in a few hours at 7pm. It wasn’t like Minghao had plans -- he had spent the past few days binge-watching TV on the shitty cathode-ray-tube TV in his motel room and eating pizza and Thai food and other horribly-greasy take-out entrees for every meal. Maybe diner food would make for a nice break. Besides, he had $20 of his original $380 left. It hurt to think about how he’d blown through months of saving in five days.

Minghao shook his head, filled his bag up with his clothes, grabbed his blade, and started the long walk to the other side of town.

*

By the time he made it to the diner, it was almost 7pm. He paused at the door, second-guessing whether he should even bother with this. He didn’t have to. But Dino deserved this, he reasoned. Dino deserved to see him after all the effort he went through to get Minghao to open back up.

Upon entering the diner, Minghao immediately spotted Dino’s mop of brown hair at one of the booths, sidling past the waitresses’ stand and quickly tapping Dino on the shoulder. Dino immediately whipped around, a huge beaming smile plastered on his face while he basically exploded out of the booth to tightly wrap his arms around Minghao’s back under his bag, pulling him in for a long, unending hug. Minghao smiled, hugging Dino back.

“I was so worried,” Dino choked out, his head resting against Minghao’s chest. “So, so worried.”

“I’m sorry,” he offered, thinking -- knowing -- that it wasn’t good enough.

“Where did you even go?” Dino asked. Minghao started pivoting around the smaller brunette, moving closer to the other side of the booth.

“It doesn’t matter,” he answered, slowly breaking the hug so he could toss his backpack toward the end of the booth and sit down. Dino took a seat opposite of him, his sweet toothy smile remaining. The younger boy slid a plain white mug filled to the brim with coffee across the table.

“You didn’t have to,” Minghao softly countered, eyeing it warily.

“It was 99 cents.”

Minghao paused. “Fair enough.”

“You haven’t been going to class. Or the shelter. Or the other shelter.”

“I don’t know if I want to go back to any of them,” he calmly replied, keeping his eyes locked with Dino’s. His friend furrowed his brow and frowned, setting his coffee down.

“But why!” Dino exclaimed, more loudly than Minghao would’ve liked. Not that there was ever a time where he wouldn’t appreciate Dino being a little quieter. “We’ve all missed you,” Dino continued, “and we all want you to come back!”

Minghao cocked an eyebrow. “Everyone?” he quizzed.

“Yes! Everyone!” Dino sat up a little bit. “Your tutor Joshua dropped by the other day to check in because he hadn’t seen you in a while. Dokyeom really wants you to come back to the shelter because the rescues are getting restless without you around. Seungkwan said he missed you a little because you ‘make me less loud.’ And I miss you a whole lot because you’re my best friend!”

Minghao scoffed, his attention hanging on every sentence, silently and secretly hoping for any mention of Junhui. He felt his heart deflate when Dino finished, but there wasn’t anything about Junhui. I should be happy that my friends care about me, he mused, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little depressed about the whole thing. He wanted Junhui to miss him. He wanted Junhui to be thinking about him, to be talking about him, to be falling for him just as hard he was falling for Junhui. He wanted Junhui.

Dino must have noticed.

“I think Junhui misses you too.”

His expression darkened, but his heart leapt. He fought back the happiness bubbling up, trying to play it down. “And how could you possibly know that,” he interrogated.

Before Dino could answer, an awkward-sounding cough came a few feet away from their booth. Both Dino and Minghao looked over at the source of the cough.

“You came!” Dino shouted, beaming again.

“You invited Soonyoung!?” Minghao interjected, glaring at Dino across the booth.

“You didn’t tell him?” Soonyoung dryly asked, glancing over at Dino.

“Okay okay okay,” Dino answered, sliding over in the booth a little to let Soonyoung sit down. “First off, you wouldn’t have come if I told you that Soonyoung would be here,” his friend accused, wagging a finger in his direction. He then shifted to pointing at Soonyoung “And you need to tell him about Junhui because he’ll never believe me.”

Soonyoung shook his head, looking down a little. He acquiesced, though, plopping into the booth with Dino. It took every bit of willpower Minghao had not to leave right then and there -- this was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now, even if he wanted to know everything about Junhui. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.

“So you invited Junhui’s roommate, boyfriend, friend-with-benefits, whatever,” Minghao fumed.

“Roommate, yes,” Soonyoung answered before Dino could open his mouth. “Friend-with-benefits… ew. And no.”

“Ew!? ” he incredulously parroted.

“Wow, you really do love him,” Soonyoung flatly replied, with Minghao immediately death-staring back. Was he that obvious? “But, yeah, ‘ew.’ He’s my best friend and roommate, but nothing more than that.”

“But!” Dino cut in, his expression hopeful. “As his best friend, you’re basically an expert on Junhui. Right?”

“Right.” Soonyoung agreed, nodding while Dino took a sip of his coffee. Minghao squirmed uncomfortably, watching this conversation play out in real time, watching all the scenarios he had played out in his head eliminated in real-time. What if Junhui really was interested in him? He shook his head -- there was no way that was true, even if he desperately wanted it to be true.

“So, as our Junhui expert, does Junhui miss Minghao?”

Soonyoung shifted in his seat. “Well, he hasn’t said that in as many words…”

“See!” Minghao interrupted, feeling like this was his out. He started to pull out of the booth, but Soonyoung kept talking.

“... But, he’s certainly acted like it,” Soonyoung continued. Minghao stopped in his tracks, reluctantly falling back into his booth seat. “The day when, well, whatever happened at the rescue shelter, Junhui came home and basically didn’t leave his room for three days. The only way I could coax him out was by making him come get his food in the kitchen, not that he’d say anything about what happened. He eventually moped his way out of his room and started going to class again.”

“Oh,” Minghao breathed out. “That doesn’t sound like he cares.”

“Listen here, you little shit,” Soonyoung immediately countered. “Junhui may get on my nerves sometimes, but I swear to god I have never seen him like this. For like the past month, he’s been obsessed with you. He dresses up more on days when he has that one class with you. He goes to the shelter even though he has no reason to go there anymore. He asked whether I knew you and then extracted every bit of information I had on you. Sometimes Junhui’s annoying, but whatever you did, his heart was fucking broken for like a week.”

Minghao looked down and away from Soonyoung, focusing on the chip on his coffee mug’s handle. Anything but Soonyoung. However, Soonyoung tutted, leaning back in his seat.

“Was,” Dino repeated, earning a confused look from Minghao. “You said his heart was broken.”

Soonyoung sighed. “Right.”

“S-so he’s moved on?” Minghao squeaked out.

“No, dumbass,” Junhui’s roommate bitingly replied. “Do you know how many damn vague ‘advice’ questions I’ve gotten from him about you the past few days? He thinks that I don’t know who he’s asking about or why he’s asking, but I’m not stupid. Like three or four days after your fight or whatever, he seemed a lot better. He started making his own meals, thank god. He started going to class. And then, yeah, I got these… these vague-asks about who I can only assume is you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! I don’t know what you did or how you did it, but for some inexplicable reason, Junhui likes you.”

“And you like him,” Dino added, smiling at Minghao. He glared at his best friend and then moved his attention back to Soonyoung.

“You better no--”

“-- Like hell I’m getting in the middle of this,” Soonyoung complained. “One of you will get over your inferiority complex eventually and spill the beans.”

Dino giggled while Minghao’s eyes narrowed at Soonyoung.

“Now,” Soonyoung started, getting up out of the booth. “If that’s all, I’ve gotta go home and try to study. And probably answer some questions about ‘what I would do about a boy who I really liked but who I think hates me.’”

Soonyoung left in a huff, and Dino slid back over to the middle of the booth, taking another sip from his coffee once he was directly across from Minghao. Meanwhile, he didn’t want to say anything. At all. He didn’t want to acknowledge the idea that Junhui might actually like him, even after all of his fuck-ups. He didn’t deserve Junhui despite how much he wanted him.

“So,” Dino finally said. “Do you believe me now that everyone misses you?”

“I think I hate you with a burning passion,” Minghao deadpanned, looking away.

“I’m sure that’ll go away when you finally work it out with your lover-boy.”

Minghao scoffed, getting up from the booth. “I doubt it,” he answered, leaving Dino alone at their table with his untouched cup of coffee.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and strided out the door. As soon as he was outside, Minghao decided to start walking toward the shelter, hoping that he’d still have a room.

And maybe hoping that things with Junhui would work out too.

#svt #seventeen #svt fic #junhao #junhao fic #jun #minghao #junhui #the8 #wen junhui #xu minghao #my writing #rescue

[wennjunwho]

Ok but can we please talk about Hufflepuff Hong Jisoo?

Hong Jisoo who lived in America but somehow, SOMEHOW still got his Hogwarts letter.

Both of his parents were very confused at first

But then his mom got a job at the Ministry of Magic in London and it all made sense

He came into Hogwarts at the same time he came to England, so everything was pretty new to him

The first week or so before classes started were pretty nerve wracking for Joshua, so his parents bought him a tabby cat to keep him company

A piece of home they said

He named it Joshua because when you are 11 the best name for anything is your own name

Hong Jisoo who walked into platform nine and three quarters looking like an angel

It was as if he had ‘protect me’ written in big letters on his forehead

The hufflepuff headboy at the time found him a place to sit

Lucky for him that place was next to Jeonghan and Seungcheol

Jisoo was dead scared of them at first to be honest

In one hand we had Seungcheol with this aura of “I’m better than everyone, I dare you to try me”

And Jeonghan who everyone in the train was whispering about because “I heard he’s part vela”

Turns out both of the boys were extremely nice

(And by nice I mean Jeonghan practically declared them friends ofr life and neither of the other two boys dared to say otherwise)

Also they managed to fill Jisoo in how Hogwarts was different from Ilvermorny

That was the first time Joshua heard anything about the houses or the sorting in general

“So you don’t get to choose?”

“No, you guys do?”

“Kind off the houses choose us and then we choose them, if that makes sense.”

“Sounds nice but not half as exciting…”

Joshua Hong who sat down for about a minute with the hat on his head before the hat yelled Hufflepuff

At first he didn’t really understand why he had been placed there, it sounded like the misfit’s house, the vanilla house

But then sitting down at the table he noticed how wrong he had been

Especially when he noticed that somehow the Hufflepuff house always ended up with the best food

Hong Jisoo who doesn’t have a favorite class in particular but loves learning new languages

By the end of third year he was fluent in goblin and no one knew how or why

Hong Jisoo who holds an underground rapper contest with Seungcheol every year in the room of requirement

He never participates though

His excuse is that he is too good and it would be unfair

Hong Jisoo who is the self-proclaimed mother of hufflepuff

He’s always, and I mean always making sure everyone is behaving

Although he sometimes doesn’t behave himself

“Shit!”

“What did you just say Jisoo???”

“Nothing.”

“Did you just swear?!”

“No…”

“Yes you did!!”

“Seungkwan no…”

“Guys you won’t believe what Jisoo just did…!!”

Hong Jisoo who is the Hufflepuff’s quidditch team biggest fanboy

Actually he is just any house’s quidditch team biggest  fan boy

He even spells his face paint and banners to change colors so he can support everyone

In return everyone hypes him up when he walks into the great hall in the morning

He sometimes joins Seungkwan in commentary and it’s glorious

“And there goes Lee Chan who in my opinion is slaying this whole game looking fly, can you believe he is only a third year?”

“I know what you are saying Joshua, but look at Wen Junhui, handsome and a great beater, I have been told he is very single…”

“YOU TWO BE OBJECTIVE OR I SWEAR TO GOD…”

He took part in the Seungkwan quidditch musical extravaganza

It was the best thing Hogwart’s seen in years

Hong Jisoo who loves to spend time with professor Mcgonagall

She took him under her wing when he first arrived at Hogwarts and didn’t understand why they called cookies biscuits, like THEY ARE COOKIES

Somehow they got stuck in this weekly rutine of having tea and biscuits (COOKIES!!) every Thursday

Neither misses it for the world

His cat and Mcgonagall get along quite well

Jisoo is constantly asking her what his cat is saying but she refuses because

“Mr. Hong I’m not a cat to English translator I’m your teacher!”

Hong Jisoo who everyone comes to if they have a problem

Because a Jisoo pep talk works better than felix felicis, or so they say

Hong Jisoo who is kind and loyal to everyone

HUFFLEPUFF HONG JISOO PEOPLE  

Hogwarts!Au Masterlist

#hong jisoo #seventeen hogwarts au #seventeen scenarios #jisoo scenarios #joshua hong #I feel like this is the longest one yet #I might be wrong #but like it took me so long to make this OMG #seungkwan #jeonghan #dokyeom #woozi #dino #junhui #the8 #hoshi #mingyu #wonwoo #scoups #vernon

[writingdummy]

late nights

pairing: wen junhui x reader word count: 1.5k+ genre: ceo!au; fluff(?) a/n: ahhh, i promise i write more than jun, my cousin likes to give me ideas for him because he’s her bias. my next one won’t be jun, promise!! please request anything!

Good impressions were everything in business, and you were told something very similar to this every day as the assistant of a CEO. His name was Wen Junhui, and his company was internationally known. The business had its flaws, but it was all down to him to make sure things were running smoothly. Usually this means late nights for him, and well… You couldn’t just leave your boss stranded, right?  Without complaints, you would stay behind with him, helping him achieve his goals for the night, maybe even going into early hours of the morning.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The clock struck twelve, the clock on Junhui’s desk beeping quietly to notify him of the digital numbers chancing to represent a new day. He preferred not to have the clock face him while working late. All he needed was to get work done, and if working through the twilight hour is what it meant to get it done, he would do it. At this moment, a yawn escaped his lips, leaning back on his office chair. You looked up to him, biting your lip as you did. For some reason, he always insisted upon you sitting on the couches in his office and spreading your work over the coffee table, claiming it would be more comfortable for you to work, unlike at your desk.

But those were just excuses, weren’t they? Wen Junhui, as much as he didn’t want to admit it… He was lonely, and you were the only company he had, despite you being paid to be in said position.  He was a young man still, a bright future ahead of him. Yet, because of this, he had to push everyone close to him away at a young age. After all, he was the one who inherited his father’s business, and the group that the company was involved in was closely tied to his father. Simply put, he didn’t have anyone his age to be with. You couldn’t help but smile to him as he rose from his seat. You stood as well, following his slim figure with your eyes until he took a seat next to you.

“There’s nothing better than the stillness of the building after hours,” he said quietly, gesturing for you to sit down as he did. You nodded, taking a seat once more on the loveseat in his office. As you reached out to collect your laptop and work once more, Junhui reached out to your hands, pushing them away from the device. This is when you realized that he had closed his own at his desk, your eyes widening in surprise as you looked over to him. You rested your hands in your lap now.

“Sorry for keeping you this late so often nowadays, Y/N.” The words left his mouth, regret coating his voice as he spoke. “My employees should be well-rested so they can do the job, yet that’s never the case with you. You always stay late with me.”

At this moment, you could feel your eyes getting heavy, and you looked away to blink rapidly to wake yourself up, but just after you would shake your head in denial. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Mr. Wen,” you say quickly, smiling a little in hopes to console him at least a bit. “I’m not the least bit tired.” Even if it was far from the truth, you were meant to make him feel better, right?

Junhui then took your hands into his, looking from your hands to your face, as if he was looking for something. “Listen, I need you to function. You’re the only reason I haven’t gone insane yet from running this business of my father’s. So please tell me when you’re tired. I know when you are anyways, so please rest.”

You slowly nodded to him, looking from him to the alarm clock on his desk, the digital numbers reading 12:19 AM now. “I just have a few things to finish up,” you say quickly, and he nodded.

“Tell me when you’re finished, I’ll drop you home today,” he replied.

You pulled your hands away from his, a small smile still remaining on your face. “Thank you, Mr. Wen but my car is here—“

“Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning too. I wouldn’t mind seeing you all day if I could.”

This caused you to blush, picking up your laptop to work once more. “Is that okay? With workplace policies and everything…”

Junhui simply smiled at you, glad that you think those things through before saying yes to him. “There’s no need to worry about that. The CEO picking up the CEO’s assistant is a normal thing to occur, if I’m being honest.”

You had already begun typing away, an email to a client overseas. “If you say there’s no need to worry, then okay. Just don’t want any rumours about it!”

You looked up to him with a smile, appreciative of the fact that he would drop you off and pick you up. It wasn’t a very common thing to happen between the two of you, but it was nice, you would admit that. Every time you come into the situation itself, you would double check if the work policies have changed at all.

But of course if that happened, you would probably be one of the first informed to read through it and run it over with the directors of the company. You finished writing the email, hit send and closed your laptop. Heaving a sigh of relief, you looked up to Junhui who was simply scrolling through his phone, probably answering emails that way as well.

“Mr. Wen, I’m ready to go!” you exclaimed as soon as you put your laptop in your carrying case and your phone in your purse once more. You stood up, smoothing out your skirt, Junhui doing so as well, with his tie. He picked up his briefcase and looked at his watch before placing his hand in his pocket as he joined you.

“Shall we, fine lady?” he asked with a smile. You nodded in response, making a face at his comment. You were just glad to have such a kind boss.

You both walked to the elevator, it being a quiet ride to the main floor where there was parking spaces outside. You felt a bit strange following your boss out to his car, and not getting in your own but it would be rude to turn down the offer at this point. You smiled as he held open the passenger door for you, closing it for you as you settled in your seat. He sat down in the driver’s seat by the time you clicked in your seatbelt, another kind smile from him as he did so with his own.

The drive to your apartment was a quiet one, filled with the music playing through the Bluetooth features of his phone and the car. Junhui hummed along with the songs playing through his music app, probably his personal playlist whenever he had the time to just sit and lounge for a little while in his home.

Yet somehow the drive… It seemed so short, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be with and see your boss more often than you already did. Your heart skipped a beat as his hand landed on yours, a gentle smile on his face.

“See you tomorrow morning! Don’t keep your phone on silent,” he exclaimed, almost as if he was excited to pick you up the next day. You nodded respectfully.

“Thank you, Mr. Wen—“ But before you could continue, you were cut off by his words.

“I never understood why you call me that. I know I’m your boss, but we don’t need to be this formal. Junhui. No one calls me by my name now other than my mother, so I would like it if you could. Please call me Junhui.”

“O-Okay,” you said slowly, the warm smile on his face still, almost startling you. It had never faded. “Thank you, Mr. Junhui for dropping me off. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sorry if I cause you any trouble because of this.” You smile to him, getting out of the car with your belongings. You turned back, waving to him as he left, a smile on your face as well.

As soon as you had climbed the stairs to your apartment on the third floor of your building, you opened the door quickly, getting inside before letting out a big breath and leaning against the door. “Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened.”

The next morning, you made sure to look even better than you normally did, fixing your makeup and fair up until the moment you heard the knock at your door.  You ate the last bite of your breakfast, collecting your things, putting on your shoes and opening the door for him. “Ah, Mr. Junhui!”

“Good morning, Y/N! You’re looking good! Are you ready?”

“Oh, thank you! Yes, I am!”

Your perky attitude was contagious it seemed, causing there to be a day filled with sweets and fun for the two of you, along with many more days like this to come. All from a little late night drive with Junhui.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #jun scenarios #jun imagines #wen junhui #jun seventeen #jun #wen junhui scenarios #wen junhui imagines

[k-realm-scenarios]

Bartender!Junhui

In which Junhui is a bartender and certain circumstances bring you together. [TW: Alcohol mention/consumption, rehab mention]

Seventeen Wen Junhui - Bartender!AU

2304 Words

Jun first started out as a bartender to pay for school, now he just likes it. Plus, it pays really well, especially with all the tips he gets. He’s so good at his job, that he is basically supporting both himself and Minghao while they really get on their feet.

Flirting comes so easily to Wen Junhui that most patrons can’t help but fall in love with him within minutes of meeting him. He doesn’t discriminate between men or women, dazzling everyone equally with a sidelong glance, a crooked smile, or by simply running his hand through his hair. No one understands how someone could look so beautiful and sexy at the same time while also making killer cocktails and sometimes even threatening the bouncers’ jobs.

During one particularly busy night, a couple of guys had gotten too rowdy. As the one calling the shots, Jun cut them off any more liquor. This made them reach over for him, violence in their eyes. Jun had subdued them easily, frowning deeply as he complained that he really didn’t have time for this. Once the bouncers kicked them out, Jun straightened his clothes, tucking in his tank top and dusting off his jeans. He’d gone back to work as if nothing had happened.

People love Jun. They love his drinks, love flirting with him. Bars are the places people go to when they want to cut loose or find a different part of themselves, Jun’s drinks and his willingness to play along allowed them to find out things about themselves they never even considered possible.

Good girls become bad for the ten minutes in which he would make out with them in the back alley. Curious or frightened, some guys finally discover what it’s like to kiss another man. Some like it, some don’t. Some are relieved, some are disappointed.

Jun will make out with them if they want, out in the back alley, embraced by the darkness, so that they may find out what kind of person they really are—but he will only do that. No one can get more than a kiss from Jun. Not his phone number, not his age, not his relationship status. Nothing.

See, Junhui is the kind of guy that doesn’t say much. Yes, he will flirt and talk with patrons, but no one knows anything about him. He starts his shift at 10:00PM and leaves the establishment around 4:00AM, only to do it all over again five nights a week. No one knows what he does during the day. No one, that is, except you.

The funny thing about this is that you don’t know Junhui personally. You know him as one of your nephew’s dance instructors, the one who works at the dance studio across the street from the struggling law firm you’re a secretary in.

Three days during the week and once during the weekend, you end up seeing Jun, Minghao, Hoshi, and Dino at the dance studio when you pick up your nephew for the day. The four have always been polite to the parents of the children they teach, but Hoshi and Dino took a special liking to you when you showed up with a broken shoe in hand.

The studio’s fees are not cheap; seeing you in worn clothes and with shoes old enough to fall apart had them wondering what your story is. It isn’t anything spectacular really, you work at the shabby looking law firm across the street, the one with the lawyer that loses almost every case he ever gets. He might be the boss, but everyone knows that the paralegal you work under is the one that really manages the business.

Law really isn’t your thing. You hate having to hear clients come in complaining about who did what to them and how they will push forward with their lawsuit until the other party paid up. You didn’t understand why anyone would spend so much money on a good-for-nothing lawyer just to get a quarter of what they want after the firm charges them for their mediocre services. Sometimes, clients end up owing the firm instead.

It is messy and loud and stressful. You don’t like it, but you aren’t quite sure how it is that you ended up working there, living paycheck to paycheck.

Your older sister, on the other hand, is a successful doctor and the owner of the bank account that funds her son’s dance lessons. She loves her little boy, but she loves her job as well. So every time he has to stay late for practice, you pick him up and take him over to your cramped one-room apartment where he spends the night in your company instead of that lonely, empty condo his mother calls home.

Hoshi and Dino did some snooping (meaning they asked your nephew and bribed him with pizza) to find out just what your situation is. That’s how they ended up trying to ask you to join them for drinks or dinner every once in a while. They became friends of yours, of sorts, people you would bump into on the street and have an okay conversation with.

Minghao would sometimes be with them, but he proved to be less willing to try and convince you to join them for whatever activity they had planned. He wasn’t mean, though, just quiet around you. He would smile though, always warmly.

Of Junhui, well, you know absolutely nothing. Your nephew likes him best and he always has some story to share about him that made him “super cool” or “mega funny.” But you don’t know anything about him as an individual.

In fact, you have hardly ever even heard him speak, so when you receive a call from your boss’ cell in the middle of the night during the weekend, you don’t recognize the voice on the other end as Junhui’s.

It is half past two in the morning when you pull up to the bar. There is a bouncer leaning against the front door, his massive build intimidating you even before you get out of the car. Gathering your shaky courage, you make your way up to him, swallowing a squeak when his voice booms out at you, “Are you here for the drunk?”

“Yes,” you say, all while desperately rejecting, denying the idea inside.

The bouncer nods, stepping aside to let you in, nodding to whatever lay beyond the door. “Bartender is in there. Holler if you need any help.”

The careful step you took inside is enough to prompt the bouncer to let the door swing shut behind you. You have never been to a bar before—never had the time to—but you have seen enough movies and TV shows to know that this bar looks nothing like those on the screen.

The silence and stillness within is so great you can hear it. It takes you a moment to realize that the place was brightly lit, the light reflecting off the wet floors. The strong scent of lemon makes you want to sneeze; clearly whomever did the cleaning likes to splurge on the strong stuff.

A door shut somewhere, making you jump. A tall man in black appears, a long apron wrapped around his waist and rubber gloves on his hands. He sets the bucket and mop he’s been holding next to the bar, raising his head so that he may look at you from underneath his cap.

“Are you here for the drunk?”

You swallow. “I-I guess so.”

He nods once, motioning for you to follow him. You take one last look around before trotting after him.

In all honesty, you really shouldn’t even be here. Your boss is not your responsibility. If he wants to drink himself stupid or die of alcohol poisoning, he can. Why should you be the one coming to get him?

“He passed out in the bathroom. Said he wouldn’t leave unless his secretary came to pay his tab.”

“His what?!”

You are so shocked that you lose your balance with your next step, slipping on the wet floor. The bartender is only just fast enough to break your fall. He is holding you up by arm, his grip almost painful, his body leaning into yours. You blink up at him, realizing that you know him.

“M-Mr. Wen?”

Junhui is so surprised to see you, to recognize you, that he drops you. The sound of your body hitting the cold, wet floor is loud enough to bring the bouncer in. He stares at Junhui hovering over you for a while, his eyes shifting from confusion to suspicion and back again.

Eventually, Jun offers you his hand, helping you up.

“Slipped,” he says to the bouncer, as if that explains everything.

The bouncer regards him for a moment before shaking his head. “Be careful where you step,” he tells you, “this guy loves to soak everything. One would think he was trying to wash the scum off the earth. He’d clean with bleach if the owner let him.”

“I-I’ll be careful,” you promise, gulping hard as the bouncer goes out mumbling under his breath about lemony fresh now being more like lemony old.

You and Jun stand in silence for a couple of seconds. You can feel his eyes on you, those eyes that betray nothing and everything.

“Do I…” you pause, biting your lip, stressing over the thought of having to pay the old lawyer’s tab. “Do I really have to pay his tab?”

There is, in fact, a tab that needs to be paid, but Jun shakes his head telling you to get the money from your boss later. He begins to realize that calling you wasn’t such a good idea. You make him nervous; your presence is like two worlds colliding. Jun is not hiding the fact that he is a bartender, but he isn’t shouting it out to the four winds either.

He leads you to where your boss is, slumped over and snoring. Sighing, you open the sink’s faucet and pour a considerable amount of water on his face. The old lawyer stands up, sputtering. You take him by the arm, apologize to Junhui, and leave.

Just like that.

You leave him standing in the middle of the bar with wide eyes and a confused look on his face. He can’t believe you simply walked away without asking him anything. Wouldn’t most people ask questions? Try to find out what had him staying up late mixing drinks and kissing patrons?

You have never been more than the guardian of one of his students, yet somehow, suddenly, you intrigue him enough to leave him on edge. He does not know enough about you to be certain if you will cause him trouble or not.

He spends the rest of the weekend wondering if you will tell your sister about him. Parents do not like their children around bad influences, and as far as Junhui is concerned, he is a bad influence.

On Tuesday, when he finally sees your nephew again for class, there is nothing out of the ordinary. He’s cheerful and bright and eager to learn. When he sees your sister walk through the front doors, Jun is sure that you have blown his cover and that he is about to lose one of his favorite students. But all she does is smile and thank him, telling him that she will be picking him up for the next couple of weeks.

“Where is Y/N?”

“Oh, busy with work. Apparently the old geezer finally decided to check into a rehab center. The paralegal is going crazy trying to find a lawyer to replace him. Y/N is in charge of gathering up the applications and setting up interviews.” She strokes her son’s head, smiling at him. “Let’s hope everything works out.”

The information leaves him reeling. That night, as he and Minghao are closing up the studio, he notices the light coming from within the firm. Minghao looks at him briefly before shoving him on the shoulder.

“Go.”

“Huh?”

“Go talk to Y/N. I know you’ve been crushing on them.”

“I have not. I don’t even know them.”

Minghao rolls his eyes, pushing him across the street. Junhui does his best to resist him, but with halfhearted efforts no one succeeds very well.

Minghao doesn’t stick around to see what happens. He’s hungry and Hoshi promised him food; Junhui is left standing alone at the door, wondering just what on earth is happening.

He is still in the process of gathering his thoughts when you come to the door. He is so startled that he says the first thing that pops into his head.

“Did you tell anyone?”

You blink at him, confused for a moment before you realize what he means.

“Is it a secret?”

Junhui pauses. “Well, no.”

“I didn’t tell anyone.”

You shrug. “We all have our circumstances. Being a bartender is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact,” you sigh, “I could use a drink right about now.”

Junhui takes the pen that you are still holding, reaching for your hand and scribbling his number on your palm.

“When you feel like you need a drink, call me.”

You stand there, your hand in his, the black numbers already engraving themselves into your memory. Neither of you say that he could have simply asked you to stop by the bar. This was a different kind of invitation, the kind that Junhui wanted only you to have.

He looks at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ll call, right?”

“I will.”

He nods once, clearing his throat as he excuses himself. You wait until he’s down the street before calling him.

“So, um, I need a drink.”

His laughter is enough to inebriate you.

-Admin Lockette

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[writers-leir]

soulmate!non-idol!junhui

soulmate!non-idol!jun where whatever you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmates’ skin too

you found out about this when you were in high school

in a rush, you had forgotten to bring your notebook

and just your luck you needed it to write down your project partner’s number

so using your dominant hand, you scribbled “call partner xxx-xxx-xxxx” on your arm

when you got home, you looked at your arm for the number but then see??? smaller scribbles underneath that??????

“i’m,,,assuming this is not for me,,,,,,,”

you run to your parents like !?!?!?? what is this??????????

they explain to you that it was probably your soulmate and you’re like ?????????okay??????????

you take out a pen with a smaller tip and as neatly as you could on skin, you write “sorry! i forgot my notebook at home and needed to remind myself”

your soulmate replies almost instantly

“that’s okay!!!! (✿◠‿◠)”

you kind of want to squeal because they obviously tried their hardest to draw but it clearly didn’t turn out the way they probably wanted

instead you write back “that drawing is so cute”

they don’t reply after that so you go back to doing your homework a little bit disheartened

the next morning when you look down at your arm you see the same messy scribble from your soulmate

“sorry i fell asleep”

and because you’re being a little salty bean, you ignore it for the rest of the day

or at least you try to

“hey”

“hey are you there”

“are you ignoring me :(“

“i’m sorry i fell asleep”

“please talk to me”

“are you mad at me? :’^(“

“don’t ignore me”

when you get to your lunch table your friends are all like,,,,,,,buddy,,,,,,,,,,your arm is covered,,,,,,,we can’t even see your skin,,,,,,,

you tell them what happened and they’re like pFTTT ARE YOU really being that pETTY

you’re like “i’m nOt pETTy!!!!!”

ten minutes later your friends look at you and start laughing

and you’re like??????

one of them hands you a mirror and?????on your cheek are the words “i’m being a butt to my soulmate”

and you’re just like arE you kIDDING ME

but then you realize,,,,,,,your soulmate probably has the exact words written on their face,,,,,,,

one minute later it’s starting to fade as if your soulmate had washed it off and you’re like pftt this dork

“hey sorry i was asleep”

“nOoo you can’t do that to me!!!!!!! ( •́દ•̩̥̀ ) i said i was sorry!!!!!!”

you kind of want to keep talking to them but unfortunately lunch was over so you had to go back to class ):

that night you talk with them for hours until you remember you had an essay to write and you’re like asdhkjlshdgsKDGADKG RIP me

you tell your soulmate you have an essay to write and they’re like “oh the one for mr. lee? i did that last year lol”

and you’re like how,,,,,,,,the heck,,,,,,,,,,,

they must have realized that was a strange thing to say because immediately they’re writing

“sorry it’s just we’re from the same school. i’m in the year above you”

you write back “??????who are you?????????????”

of course you get the teasing type

“you’ll have to find out ;)”

“i will strangle you when we meet :))))))))))”

“ow”

you ask your friends but they all shake their heads like no sorry we don’t know ):

until one day one of them goes like oh!!!!i heard one of the upperclassmen talking about you!!! and you’re like ???mE?????????????????

they point to one of the tables that has like,,,,,,13 guys and goes “yeah some of them were talking about you”

and you’re like oh,,,,,,,ok i know some of them from class

and you can cross off some of them from the list of suspects because you already know that they either have their own soulmate or definitely is not yours (only because you saw minghao walking around school with a badly drawn chicken on his cheek looking mildly annoyed)

you would think that drawing a huge smiley face on your forehead would be a great way to figure out who it was

but half of them had their backs facing you

and you did not really want to go through the struggle of rubbing it out

you weren’t even sure if your soulmate was in that friend group or not

you stick to just conversing with them on your arm while also discreetly trying to figure out who he is

(“hey you looked good today” “you don’t even know who i am” “you could tELL ME???” “lol no”)

for a few weeks you’re pretty content just talking with them like this

but then it like????kind of starts to make you think too hard

if they know who you are, but you don’t know who they are,,,,does that mean,,,,,,,,they don’t want to officially meet you???? do they not want to be your soulmate?????

and apparently it’s pretty obvious because you start getting nice little notes from your soulmate

“i like the way you did your hair today”

“your jacket looks really cute!!!!”

“oh wow damn look at my soulmate strut that walk bby”

“omg stoPPpPpp you’re embarrassing me”

“i’m just reminding you to never doubt yourself ;)”

you show your best friend and they’re like awEEEee you two are the cutest oh by the way i know who it is

at first you’re like yeah they are the cutest but then you process what they said and you’re like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!hOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

your friend’s just like lmao he came up to me a few days ago to ask some stuff about you

and you’re just like uhm?????he could just??????????come ask me???????????????????????????????

your friend just pats you on the back like good luck buddy

a few days later you’re approached by minghao and jeonghan and you’re like yes???do you need something?????

they tell you to follow them and you do but you’re super confused

they lead you to one of the empty rooms the school’s dance team uses and you’re like okay????is my soulmate part of the dance team???????

when you get inside there’s five guys sitting on a chair in a row and one standing beside them while the other five are standing together in a corner

the guy standing goes like i’m seungkwan aka mc boo

you’re sUper confused like ????????what is happening

seungkwan tells you that basically your soulmate decided to make a game where you try to guess out of five people (including him)

and you’re standing there like,,,,,,seriously,,,,,,,,,i’m going to strangle him when i find him

you tell them “you guys know i can basically just,,,,,,draw a smiley face on my arm,,,,,” but seungkwan’s like noO!!!!! that’d ruin the game!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you look at the guys and you’re like okay,,,,,,,,they’re pretty diddly darn attractive,,,,,,,,,let’s play then,,,,,

throughout the game you kind of suspect two people whom have been introduced to you as kim mingyu and wen junhui

and they’re drastically different people but somehow????? they both remind you of the person you talk with every night

seungkwan seems to notice your dilemma so to make it easier for you tells you that they will each tell you something about themselves that you don’t know about and you can guess from the way they talk and the fact

and you’re like i??????don’t see how that helps me?????????????

mingyu tells you that he’s referred to as the housewife because of his cooking ability

and junhui tells you that his friends sometimes call him mom with how much he takes care of them

and instantly you’re like it’s wen junhui

the group is kind of shocked because????????wow that was so quick????????????

junhui’s extremely proud like “yes that’s right my soulmate knew immediately it was me”

but the rest of them are like how??????????did you know???????????

“i remember one time when my studying was cut short because one of your ‘children’ thought it was a good idea to set a fire to the stove”

junhui’s like o h!!!!!!!!!!!i remember that,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yes

the rest of his friends are like lmao jun did you plan this,,,,,,,,,,,,

but they decide to give you two your space so they leave

and you’re still kinda in shock like wen junhui,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,is my soulmate,,,,,,,,,how is that possible

junhui’s all smiles and flowery like “you’re even cuter up close!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

and you’re like juN P LEASE

he offers to walk you back home and you’re like yes please,,,,,,,,i would appreciate that,,,,

on the way back to your house he’s talking with you as if you’d been friends since forever and you’re like this is a nice feeling :)

when you reach your house he’s like can i,,,,,,,,,,hug you???

and you’re like omg,,,,,,,,,,,are you,,,,,,,,,,,,,nERVOUS??????????????????????

“aksdhglaksjdg nO?????????WHY ARE YOU???????????????”

and it’s so cute it’s just you two fumbling with your words

eventually he pulls you into a hug and you two stand there for a few seconds until you’re like i should,,,,,,,,,probably go,,,,,,,,,

and he’s like oh yeah!! but before that gimme your number i’m getting tired of washing my arm every night at 3am

as soon as you get inside your house he messages “i miss you already :(((((((((“

honestly, he’s such a fluffy and gentle soulmate

you’re his top priority like even minghao has become second

but it’s cute

people will randomly see you two walking around the halls with him behind you leaning his body against you as you struggle to waddle to lunch

your friends are all like aWEEEEE so cute

he never fails to walk you to and from school

soonyoung has started to get annoyed with him because he misses the first ten minutes or so of practice just to spend some more time with you (and to “protect you from evil strangers!!!!!!!!!!!!”)

he lOVES to tease you though so watch out

he’s probably the type to put all your cups and plates on the top shelf and ask for kisses when he gets them for you in return

his heart is full of love for you and he isn’t scared to show it so you never feel unloved or inadequate

if you ever feel bad about yourself he’ll probably cry so be confident in yourself!!!!!!!!!!

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[mhaximecaberio]

Let's give a try Lol😂 "I remember you" Author: Raye Boo Chapter 1 Youre sitting quitely on your chair while waiting for the next professor to come. While waiting, you look the clock and it's already 8:45 am there's only five minutes left before the next professor arrive. But on your mind it isn't the professor whom you're waiting for but your childhood bestfriend who is also your classmate. "where the hell is that jerk?" on your mind while still looking at the clock. Worrying because he is gonna be late for the next subject. The door opened. A tall man with a messy black hair, wearing eye glasses and a thick sweater. He's carrying a black bagpack while holding a 2+1 jelly. It's Wen Junhui your bestfriend. "he bought a 2+1 jelly again" on your mind. You're getting annoyed because he still got the smile eventhough he has already missed the first subject. "hey (y/n) want a jelly, i've still got one" he smiled while looking at your pissed face. "why are you late? Good thing you arrived before the next professor come." you uttered but still couldn't hide your annoyed face. "Lol don't get mad i'm already here (y/n) i just bought this jelly in the convenience store" smiled innocently. You rolled your eyes and took your notes out to review the lessons. The class ended as usual you will go home together with you bestfriend Jun. "hey (y/n) wait for me" he ran towards you. He grabbed your hand and now he's swaying it like a kid. "nah this kid" you mumbled. We were already classmates since grade school. We became friends on 3rd grade. He was quite and smart. All of those are for real but now i fully know him. He is a mischivous kid. He always play with my hair. Sway my hands. Eats jelly. He's indeed like a kid. "hey (y/n) let's buy some ice cream!" looking at you like an innocent kid. "nah, i'll eat with you, unless it's your treat" you smirked while looking at him. "okay i will, but next time you will be the one to treat me okay" he look down to get his wallet inside his bagpack. "nah where's my wallet that must be here" his eye glass has been detached from his nose until it fell down. "omo your eye glass!" you knelt down to pick up his glasses. You stood up and quickly gave him his eye glass. "thank You (y/n) aa my face must be oily" Jun gave you a warm smile that persuades you to notice something different. "he's so handsome" on your mind. You have never see him as a man since the two of you became friends, but this guy has an undeniable good appearance behind his thick eye glasses and messy hair. You're staring at him while he is busy looking for a tissue. Your face turned red as you watch the sweat streaming down his prominent jaw line. "omo no- no he's just my childish friend junhui wen. He's just the jerk i always tease" on your mind. you shook your head trying to erase all your strange thoughts. You got sweat badly while your face turned red. "yeah gotcha!" Jun smiled like a kid. Jun already found his tissue. He looked at you with some traces of worry on his face. "why is he looking me like that? Is there something wrong with my face?" you touched you face and felt the sweat. You got nervous because he might notice your strange behavior so, you quickly look for your handkerchief but jun went first. He is now gently wiping your wet face with a serious look. "damn Wen Junhui, Why are you acting so manly?" on your mind while you feel the pumping inside your chest causes by your fast heart beat. "we just stood here Why are you so sweaty?" Jun said while gently wiping your face. Your heart beat is so fast like it's rythm can be heard from outside of your chest. "Jun Stop!" you yelled. Jun's face seemed so shocked. He quickly Stop from wiping your face. You saw his shocked face and it bothered you because you think that you have done wrong. "aa sorry i gotta go now coz my mom might get mad again if i go home late" you said while faking a smile. You turned back and walked fast. "why did she suddenly become like that? Kinda wierd" Jun gasps while trying to figure out the reason of the sudden change of your mood. You arrived at your home earlier as usual. "oh (y/n) good thing You got home early today, i prepared your favorite food, adobo" your mom said with a big smile on her face. You quicky went to your room and did not even notice your mom. "did i do the right thing? I shouldn't have done that!" on your mind while while facing a mirror where your upper torso can be seen. "it felt different Ugh" you barbbled while touching your cheak. Wen junhui is my best friend. I have never found him handsome since we become friends. Jun does not even have a social media account. His hair is always messy like he does not even brush it. He always wair his thick rounded eye glass, this makes him look different whenever he does not wear it. He acts like a kid. Eventhough Jun is two years older than me but it seems that i'm more mature than him. But that time was the first time i saw him closer. I have seen his rounded yet sharp eyes, heart shaped lips, sharp nose and his prominet jaw line. Maybe i have not noticed his face before because i only see his messy hair and eye glass. You shook your head while trying to forget what happened. You laid down on your bed and checked your phone before you go to sleep. Nothing's different, this is your daily night time routine. Your phone rang as a message popped up on your phone's screen. It is from Jun. Your heart started to beat faster than normal. Everything that happened flashed back on your mind. You clicked the message box while your hands are trembbling. "hey (y/n) Are you now okay?" Jun's message for you. Your eyes widened while your hands are still trembling. "how should i reply to this?" you mumbled. You're just staring at the screen like your mind is all blank. Until you decided to ignore his message and pretend that you are already asleep. You turned off your phone making sure that you're not gonna see his message again. You're laying on your bed. Conscience does not stop triggering you. You did everything to fall asleep but you did not become successful. You stayed awake until 5am.. You opened your eyes. The alarm clock rang. You opened your eyes followed by a heavy yawn. You're dazing at the celling but suddenly, you halted and got up quickly realizing that you're about to be late. It's already 7:50 in the morning now you only got 10 minutes to prepare. "why the hell did i not fall asleep?" on your mind. While preparing all your stuffs. You've done everything quickly unlike the other normal girls do. It's like you transformed into a superhuman. The awful awra of your professor's face persuades you to do things quickly. You're now infront of your classrooms' door. You're getting anxious because its already 8:10 am. You are 10 minutes late. You're hesitating to open the door but someone suddenly opened it. "oh good morning (y/n)" your classmate greeted with a smile. "good morning, Is mr. vein already there?" you asked while panting. "he's still not there." answered kindly. All your worries have gone. You opened the door confidently. "aa what a relief" you mumbled while walking. While walking towards your chair. You noticed something that gave you a sad feeling. No one is sitting on the chair next to yours. "Jun is absent?" you mumbled while trying to figure out the reason. "oh maybe he's just late" on your mind. You felt a relief thinking that Jun is just late. One hour passed but no Jun has showed up. You decided to check your phone and call for him but he is not answering. You checked your text conversation with junhui and you suddenly remembered the message of him that you ignored last night. "my grandma in japan has passed away. I'm not seeing you for a while but i'll come back. I love you (y/n)" message from Jun. Your eyes widened when you saw the word i love you because it is the first he said that word to you. but felt sad at the same time because Jun's grandma died. "i feel sad for you Junhui. Always take care of yourself. I love.." you're typing your reply for Jun but hesitates to type the word i love you too. To be continued..