#hanhoon

[wooziscollarbones]

Wanted; drabble

Pairing: HanHoon (WoozixJeonghan) Warnings: None Genre: Crack tbh Length: 300 Prompt: Person A: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Person B: Not by the law!

Jihoon thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest. The man in front of his is gorgeous with shaggy dyed gray hair, bright eyes, and full lips. But more importantly, he has Jihoon pressed against a wall, the rough brick of the building behind him digging through his shirt, a knee between his legs and a hand over his mouth. 

The part that really kills Jihoon though is the fact that he recognizes this man. Not from any mundane thing such as passing by him in a coffee shop or having taken university classes together. No, Jihoon recognizes him from the 10 o’clock news broadcast about a robbery and high speed chase where all but one suspect were captured. 

And now the final suspect has him held against a wall in an alleyway as a police cruiser passes by them just out of line of sight. 

The man leans back just enough to see the mouth of the alleyway and the street beyond it. He takes a step back after a moment, dropping his hand from Jihoon’s face. “Sorry about that, I just didn’t want you to scream if you recognized me.” 

Jihoon scoffs as he pushes back off the wall, rubbing his shoulder blade where the brick had dug into the flesh. “If I recognized you? They practically have wanted posters of you up all over the city.” 

Yoon Jeonghan sighs, eyelids fluttering closed and hands coming up to cover his heart. Jihoon thinks this man must be clinically insane when the next words out of his mouth are a dreamily stated, “It’s nice to be wanted.” 

“Not by the police!” Jihoon hisses. 

Jeonghan has the audacity to shrug.

#caratwritersclub #hanhoon #jeonghan #woozi #seventeen #jihoon #my writing #drabble #jeonghoon

[zouchu]

Jeonghan: I think I’d be great in a war. I’d, like, get all the medals.

Jihoon: Before or after you’re executed by your own troops?

#s: unknown #jihoon #woozi #jeonghan #hanhoon #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen incorrect quotes #seventeen imagines #svt #17 #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #incorrect kpop quotes #incorrect quotes

[sebongdotcom]

I forgot to post this and this pic doesn't show it very well but jihoon was stroking hansol's hair/neck for a good five minutes and it was very sweet and pure

#I like new touchier Lee jihoon #hanhoon #vernhoon #Vernon #jihoon #woozi #hansol #seventeen #svt #carat day #there was a lot going on in this vapp haha #my posts

[thepomelofellow]

There are some days that Jeonghan wakes up and just finds it really hard to care.

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words: 1214, rated g, oneshot, english

#svt #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #lee jihoon #woozi #platonic hanhoon #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #pomelo writes fics #pomelo writes #mental health issues #depression

[wonnhao]

I know this may sound weird as im going straight to the point but - do you find it obnoxious for people to draw and mention quite often in public about your ships? (Like jihan, hanhoon, gyuhao etc) I saw people say they arent for shipping materials and are humans who want respect... am I a horrible person for doing so...? Im not sure bc I feel really guilty and I need advice if I should continue or stop?

hello!! shipping, and the methods which you do it (eg fanart, fanfic, fangirling with your friends) is perfectly fine. you just have to make sure you know where to draw the line!! we have to remember that seventeen are real people, and that there are certain things we shouldn’t do as fans. just because we like a certain pairing doesn’t mean we should do things like tweet them to do couple things or ask questions at fansigns that overstep the boundary. yes, I agree that they are to be respected, and I doubt shipping means we disrespect them. and they do know that shipping happens, they do fanservice knowing shipping will happen. so don’t worry too much about it!! 

#answered #Anonymous

[hannie-dul-set]

hanhoon i will eat the both of you

#PLS THEY WERE SO CUTE THIS EP HUHUUU #MY HEART: SHATTERED IN FLAMES #I WANT TO BITE THEM GRRR #allex yells #jihoon #jeonghan #loml

[unwoozi]

do you ever just cry

#it doesn't even feel like it's been that long but they're already so grown up when did this happen #hoonsol #m #hanhoon

[scaredycatseungcheol]

Story planning with seventeen-sseuregi

#amy #Seventeen #fic #hanhoon #jicheol #jeongcheol #seventeen-sseuregi

[wooziscollarbones]

Over Your Head; Pt 1

Pairing: HanHoon (WoozixJeonghan) Rating: PG-13  Genre: Romance, a little drama I guess, slight slight angst, age gap Warnings: Age gap (Both characters are of age), suggestive material, student/teacher Part: 1/2 Word count: Roughly 1,100

In which Jeonghan is a 28 year old professor and Jihoon is his 21 year old student that he has known his whole life. Oh also, Jihoon really wants the D and Jeonghan is losing his chill.

Prompt credit to @otpisms

Prompt: -Imagine your OTP have known each other through family since they were young. Person A is attending the university that Person B is a professor at, and taking all of their courses to purposely mess/flirt with them.

This can’t be happening. This actually cannot be happening right now. There is absolutely no way in hell that the name on Jeonghan’s class roster is the name he thinks it is. Definitely not a chance that the name on his list is the same name of a certain twenty-one year old boy that he has literally know since said boy was in diapers. Definitely not a chance tha-

“Oh hyung, this is your class?”

A shiver travels down his body, head-to-toe, at the cheerful, nonchalant tone of the one and only: Lee Jihoon. Lee Jihoon, the same kid that Jeonghan babysat when he was in high school. The same kid that took his first kiss when he was a senior. The same kid that has been offering Jeonghan his virginity since he was sixteen. A kid that is getting extremely difficult to ignore and turn down. 

“Jihoon, you’re still so young, you don’t need to worry about something like that right now.” Except that was when Jihoon was sixteen and baby faced. Now he’s twenty-one and has grown into his features, round cheeks no longer making Jeonghan think of what a cute little brother Jihoon is, but instead of how beautiful they would look dusted red with flush in the middle of sex. 

“Jihoon, I’m not gay, you know that. I’m sure you’ll find a nice boy who is actually into boys.” Except Jihoon knows it’s a bluff now since Jeonghan was dating a guy in his senior year of college and Jihoon caught them in the act. He still remembers Jihoon telling him later that night that Jisoo was pretty, but Jihoon could make him feel a thousand times better and the thought has him blushing to this day. 

“Jihoonie, I’m twenty-five and you’re eigtheen. Maybe when you’re older.” Except Jihoon is older now. He’s older and has grown into his looks so well that Jeonghan has trouble reminding himself that he has babysat Jihoon, that he has watched his mom change Jihoon’s diapers, that he was already in college when Jihoon was in middle school dealing with his first breakup and he wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat with sticky boxers, the image of Jihoon beneath him with his face scrunched in ecstasy still fresh behind his eyelids. 

It does nothing to help his self-control when Jihoon purposely does things like this, either. Taking two of his classes, coming into class wearing one of Jeonghan’s old t-shirts that have stayed at Jihoon’s house for years, marking the wrong answers on tests so he has an excuse to hang around after class once the other students have left. It’s taken every single ounce of self-restraint he has in his body not to bend Jihoon over his desk and ravish him until he can’t walk on those days. 

And today is one of those days. It’s been almost two months since the first day of the semester and Jihoon has come in wearing Jeonghan’s senior sweatshirt. It’s too big for him, hanging low in the front and showing Jihoon’s collarbones, exposing the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt beneath when he leans over his desk to write down his notes. Jeonghan swallows hard, turning to face the board and taking a deep breath to calm his nerves before continuing with the lesson. It just gets worse though when his eyes catch on Jihoon once more, just barely catching the movement of Jihoon’s hand slipping down his stomach to rest on his thigh. 

Jeonghan almost chokes on his own spit when the hand goes higher, rubbing so obviously over his crotch that it’s a wonder no other students notice. 

“Seonsaengnim, are you alright?” one of his students ask. Jeonghan nods, only sparing the barest hint of a glance in Jihoon’s direction. It’s only a split second but he still manages to see the smirk on the younger’s face.

“Yes, I’m just not feeling too well, today.” He looks to the clock on his desk, the thought of Jihoon touching himself in class just enough to send him over the edge so he calls back out: “Why don’t we all go home early today. Study hard and we’ll see each other tomorrow after I’ve rested, okay?” 

Jeonghan takes a seat at his desk as his students file out, only standing when he sees Jihoon approaching. He makes his way to the door, a few steps ahead of a smiling Jihoon. 

“Hyung,” Jihoon coos as he reaches Jeonghan. “I’ll bring you some soup later so you can get well soon, okay?” 

Any other day, Jeonghan would mutter out a ‘you don’t have to do that’ or an ‘I’ll be okay.’ Any other day, he’d ignore the wink that follows Jihoon’s words. Any other day he’d just let Jihoon walk right out of the classroom. 

But it isn’t any other day. 

Jihoon jumps as the door slams just a few inches from his face, Jeonghan reaching over to turn the lock on the knob before pushing Jihoon roughly against the wall. His eyes are so pretty as they flutter shut when Jeonghan slots their mouths together. Jihoon’s fingers tangle in his hair, pulling the professor closer as Jeonghan’s knee presses in between Jihoon’s legs and a moan slips free of the younger’s lips. 

It isn’t until Jeonghan’s lifts him up, Jihoon’s legs around his waist, and his fingers reach for the buttons of his pants that Jihoon stops him with shaky fingers curling around the elder’s wrists. 

“H-hyung.” Jihoon’s voice is small and his eyes are glossy and Jeonghan hates himself as he sets Jihoon back down, suddenly remembering every single reason why he’s never let himself do something like this. Jihoon is still young, still fragile, a kid who’s getting himself in way over his head messing with a man almost ten years older than him. And Jeonghan is the asshole that should know better but still let Jihoon get to him and ended up hurting him. 

“Jihoonie,” he says quietly, reaching out to fix the younger boy’s hair. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. See you later, hyung.” Jihoon knocks Jeonghan’s hand away, hastily unlocking the door and leaving the classroom before Jeonghan can say anything more. 

Jeonghan sighs, running a hand through his hair as he slides to the floor. Now he’s fucked it all up.

#seventeen #caratwritersclub #jeonghoon #hanhoon #woozi #jeonghan #svt #my writing #over your head

[wooziscollarbones]

Dare; drabble

Pairing: JeongHoonCheol (S.CoupsxWoozixJeonghan) Warnings: Seungcheol gets sad. That’s it.  Genre: Angst Length: 200 Prompt: Person A has been cornered by a dreaded enemy who will only stop if they confess a truth that they have never told anyone before. In panic and desperation, they blurt out that Person B is the love of their life. Bonus: Person B is being held hostage by the enemy and hears A’s confession. OT3 Angst Bonus: Person C, who is in love with A, bursts in to rescue them just as A confesses.

Jihoon doesn’t hesitate. “Dare.”

Soonyoung smirks. “Tell me a secret not a single other person on this planet knows about you.”

Jihoon glares, icily, regretting ever letting Seungcheol drag him to this stupid sleepover with stupid Kwon Soonyoung and his stupid obsession with finding new ways to ruin Jihoon’s life everyday. He opens his mouth, not even uttering a single word before Soonyoung is cutting him off. 

“Seungcheol can’t know what it is, either. Only me and you.” 

Jihoon grits his teeth. Something not even Seungcheol knows. Only one single thing that not even Seungcheol knows. He sucks in a breath, missing the sound of Soonyoung’s bedroom door creaking open once more as he blurts out the only thing he will never share with his best friend. “I’m in love with Yoon Jeonghan.” Jihoon shrugs like it’s no big deal, though his cheeks are as red as the solo cup in his hands. 

He doesn’t see Jeonghan and Seungcheol standing in the doorway behind him. He doesn’t see the way Jeonghan’s eyes widen in shock at the words. And he definitely doesn’t see the tears in his best friend’s eyes as Seungcheol turns and walks back out of the room.

#caratwritersclub #s.coups #jeonghan #woozi #seventeen #ot3 #hanhoon #jicheol #jeonghooncheol #writing

[wooziscollarbones]

i’d wear your colors (any day of the week); Pt 6

Pairings: Jeonghan/Woozi, other side pairings Rating: PG13-M Warnings: Mentions of character death, language Part: 6/? (this is a soulmate au oneshot that i never finished and now i want to but i also want to post what i already have so i’m gonna do it in parts instead of as one whole post.)

AO3 Version

“I thought I’d find you here.” Joshua smiles as he slides onto the picnic table next to Jeonghan. “I was looking for you after my last class but you disappeared.” That’s not the truth of course, but Joshua thinks it’s a pretty good one as far as excuses go. 

Jeonghan laughs and throws an arm over his shoulders in a half hug. “Yeah I came here to see Hansol for a bit before my last class today. You guys haven’t met yet have you?” 

Joshua shakes his head, offering a hand out to the younger male. “Nice to meet you, I’m Joshua, resident Jeonghan handler.”

Jeonghan shoulder checks him as he stands up, laughing. “Alright guys, I’ve gotta get to my class. Shua, are you still coming over to help me with that paper later?” 

“Yeah, of course. See you later.” 

Jeonghan waves to both of them one last time as he disappears around the corner of the library building.

“So Joshua, are you American or?” Hansol smiles, leaning back and stretching as he speaks. 

Joshua nods. “Yeah, we moved here about four of five years ago now. So I spent most of my life in LA.” Joshua sighs, not wanting to ask the question at the tip of his tongue, but it’s been bugging him since the first time Joshua saw him and it’s the whole reason he came to find Jeonghan and Hansol in the first place. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” 

“You’re Vernon aren’t you?” 

Hansol’s smile drops, eyes going wide and Joshua definitely regrets asking but he had to know, his face was too familiar. “Jisoo. You went by Jisoo when you first moved. I didn’t even recognize you.” 

“Yeah, the blond hair throws people off that knew me in high school.” Joshua gives a small, sad, smile. “I wouldn’t expect you to remember me anyway, we only met the once. I...I’m sorry. About your brother. I heard about what happened, but it didn’t really feel right to call you guys when we weren’t very close.” 

Hansol nods and purses his lips. “I- Thanks, I guess. It’s still weird. That he’s gone. Even after a whole year.” 

“Yeah, it’s not something you really get used to. It gets a little easier to deal with, but it’s never really okay, y’know?” Joshua thinks back to when they first moved to Korea after his father passed. His mother had been so heartbroken, it had taken months before he saw a real smile from her. 

“Yeah. He, uh, he’s still pretty shaken up about it. Especially with everything going on now.” 

Joshua nods. “I can imagine. I didn’t believe it at first when I heard, I thought there was no way it was the same person.” 

A chime from Hansol’s phone cuts off whatever the younger had to say and he stands. “Speak of the devil; I’ve gotta get going. I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other around, huh?” 

Joshua stands as well and claps Hansol’s forearm in a more familiar shake. “Yeah, for sure. If you ever need anything at all, feel free to ask me, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.” 

“Hey, Hansol,” he calls as the other turns to walk away. “I know it’s not easy to lose a soulmate like that, but...just tell him to give Jeonghan a chance, please.”

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | 

#seventeen #woozi #jeonghan #hanhoon #caratrevival #fanfiction #my writing #colors #jeongzi #jihoon #svt

[wooziscollarbones]

the silence is suffocating (listen to my heartbeat instead)

Pairing: Woozi/Jeonghan Rating: G. Length: One-shot. Warnings: None. In which Jeonghan is completely lost, but he follows the music and ends up right where he needs to be. AO3 Version

Jeonghan is a mess. It’s the first day of classes and so far he’s managed to forget one of his textbooks, lose his student ID, end up on the complete opposite side of campus from the class he was supposed to be at at 3:30, and spill coffee on his favorite shirt. He sighs heavily as he leaves the classroom, silently praying that the whole semester won’t be like this.  

It isn’t until he takes a turn expecting to be met with a glass door leading outside into the evening air and instead finding a long hallway lined with doors that he realizes he’s lost. Again.

Jeonghan curses under his breath. He thought that going to a local community college would be easier than going to the university in the next city over. He thought that the smaller campus would be easier to navigate. At the very least he thought that it would be easier to get back to familiar territory if he did end up lost on the campus.

He thought wrong.

He’s about ready to give up and call his roommate to come and find him when he hears the light tinkling of piano keys through one of the doors he passes. He stops dead in his tracks at the sound, turning his head to try and figure out which door it’s coming from.

A glance in the window of the first room shows an empty practice room, a baby grand piano set against one wall and two folding chairs leaning against the other. He moves to the next practice room, peering in the window as the melody fills his ears. This practice room is set up the same as the last with a baby grand hugging one of the walls.

The difference is that this piano has a man seated in front of it, shaggy blue-gray locks hanging over eyes shut tight and long, delicate looking fingers trailing waves of melancholia over ivory and ebony keys.

Jeonghan’s heart seizes in his chest and his lungs won’t draw any air because honestly this man is breathtakingly gorgeous and the music spilling from his fingertips is wrapping around Jeonghan’s entire being and taking all that he is. He’s never felt so enraptured by a simple piano melody.

But then again, he’s never felt any piece of music so deeply in his soul as the song seeping through the door.

He doesn’t even register the movement of his fingers around the doorknob, completely entranced, until silence smothers them and the pianist’s eyes snap to the doorway where Jeonghan is standing.

Jeonghan sputters. He hadn’t intended to open the door, it had just happened, and now he’s standing there with quite possibly the most attractive man he’s ever seen in person looking at him with wide eyes, hands still poised over the piano he’d been playing so beautifully, and he has absolutely no idea what to say or how to explain himself. “S-sorry. For interrupting. I-I didn’t mean to, I just-” Jeonghan takes a deep breath, making the conscious effort to relax his shoulders before continuing. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone play so beautifully. Is it okay if I listen?”

Small dimples form on his cheeks as the man purses his lips and Jeonghan swears he can hear his blood rushing through his veins in the heavy silence before, finally, the man nods.

Jeonghan closes the door quietly behind him. He pulls the second chair away from the wall, setting it up by the corner of the piano and taking a seat with a small smile aimed at the pianist.

Jeonghan takes the opportunity to study the man a bit more closely as he starts playing once more. He’d guess that they’re around the same age, though his round cheeks suggest he may be a bit younger.

The man’s eyelashes catch Jeonghan’s attention when they meet the skin of his cheeks as the music crescendos around them and Jeonghan struggles to pull air into lungs that feel tight with the anguish littering the notes fluttering through the air.

Even with the absence of words Jeonghan thinks he can feel the story in the music; it’s heartbreaking, but it might be his new favorite story and he feels almost empty as the other man’s fingers still and the song comes to an end.

“That was amazing,” his voice is soft, reverent, and the pianist’s cheeks turn a shade of pink that might be Jeonghan’s new favorite color. “I-”

Jeonghan’s ringtone is harsh, the pop song such a strong juxtaposition to the comfortable quiet that both men jump in their seats. Jeonghan silences it quickly, only noticing after that he had seventeen missed text messages and calls from his roommate wondering where he was. He curses quietly and stands.

“My roommate. I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.” Jeonghan types out a quick message to Seungcheol before slipping his phone back into his pocket and opening the door to the practice room. “Will you be here again tomorrow?”

The pianist nods, hands folded gently in his lap and eyes seeming to avoid Jeonghan.

“Is it okay if I come back to hear you play again?” It strikes him that this whole situation is off when the man’s eyes widen and he finally looks up at Jeonghan; they’ve never even introduced themselves. “My name is Jeonghan, by the way. I just started classes here this semester.”

The man looks away once more and Jeonghan feels the sting of rejection building in his chest when it seems like the younger has no intentions of answering. That is until the pianist nods again and brings his hands up.

It takes a full three seconds for Jeonghan’s brain to catch up, dredging up old memories from middle school to assist in making out the letters formed by slender fingers mid air. “J-i-h-o-o-n.”

“Jihoon?” Jeonghan smiles when Jihoon nods again, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. “Nice to meet you. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jihoon.”

#seventeen #woozi #jeonghan #jeonghoon #hanhoon #i have full intentions to write more for this universe #i just don't know when I will actually do that #but just whenever i have the urge to write but don't know what to write for #i'll probably go back to this universe #my writing

[wooziscollarbones]

Escape

Pairing: Woozi-centric; implied HanHoon (Jeonghan/Woozi) Rating: PG-13 Length: One shot Warnings: Mentions of cheating, homophobia, unhealthy relationships.  Jihoon takes a wrong turn and ends up boxed in.  Jeonghan offers an escape he never knew existed. AO3 Version

Jihoon knows he shouldn’t be out walking by himself after dark. He knows this, he’s heard it his whole life. It’s a universally accepted fact that it’s just not safe to be out alone after dark.

Jihoon has always liked pushing his luck though. He enjoys the night air against his skin, the solitude and the quiet once most of the city has gone to sleep. It’s the only time that he can really just relax and let his brain process everything that’s been going on in his life. Like the fact that his boyfriend is currently in their shared home with someone else. Or the fact that he pushed all of his friends away for said boyfriend and now none of them will accept his calls. Or even the fact that his parents haven’t spoken to him in the two years since he told them he was dating a man.

His breathing is shaky as it all replays in his mind on a loop, his boss sending him home early because he wasn’t feeling well, finding his boyfriend wrapped up in someone else’s arms, a screaming match that ended with him slamming the door hard enough to rattle his bones. Jihoon doesn’t even notice the wet tracks tracing his cheeks, body numb from the October air cutting through his jacket and sweater; mind numb from the avalanche of misfortune the day had visited upon him.

It’s been around 3 hours since he left, but he doesn’t want to go back home. He wants to be anywhere but home, but his legs are weak and his feet sore and he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.

With a sigh, he turns into a nearby alley, hoping to cut back around to the main road that will take him back towards his apartment building.

He doesn’t think about how dark it is. Or the fact that he’s by himself with no protection. He doesn’t even realize that the alley he’s in isn’t the one he thought it was until he’s coming up on a solid brick wall and not the exit onto the main road.

“Shit.” He pulls out his phone, trying to find his GPS app, because he’s obviously not as familiar with the area as he thought he was, and is so engrossed in the screen that he doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him. It isn’t until he feels the whisper of a breath on his neck that he realizes what a bad idea it was to be out walking by himself tonight.

Jihoon stumbles away from the man behind him, heart racing and phone hitting the pavement with an audible crack. His back his the wall and he straightens, trying to feign confidence as he says, “Listen, I don’t want any problems.”

The man’s head tilts to the side and Jihoon’s stomach drops when he sees his eyes flash red. “I think it’s a little late to say you don’t want any problems, little one.” His teeth are too long when he smiles and Jihoon’s mind blanks because this can’t be real. There’s no way, things like this only happen in fiction, not real life.

He knows he’s going to die here. After everything else that’s happened, the cheating, the loneliness, everything, he’s going to die in an alleyway to a creature that can’t possibly exist.

Jihoon’s oddly at peace with the thought. In a way, it’s fitting. He burned so many bridges for a relationship that everyone hated for him over the past two years and now it’s come crashing down around him and he’s staring death in the face and his pulse slows, anxiety fading away because maybe this isn’t such a bad way for the mess his life has become to end.

The man in front of him cocks his head to the side, smile fading and brows furrowing as he takes a step towards Jihoon. His cracked phone screen sheds a small amount of light into the alley where it lays on the ground and Jihoon can see shaggy silver hair framing almost angelic features.

The man’s voice sounds like honey when he speaks. “Is that really how you feel, Jihoon? Do you honestly want to die here? To fade away into nothing?”

He takes a step closer with every word until there’s almost no space between them and Jihoon’s breath hitches. He’s not supposed to know these things, the thoughts flying through Jihoon’s mind, his name, but he does and that’s scarier than the rest of the situation, he thinks, because his mind has always been his only safe space and now he’s sharing it with a creature that looks like a man but is so much more.

The man reaches up to brush his fingers against Jihoon’s cheek, catching on the wet lines from his tears and trailing down to his jaw and finally resting gently on his neck. “You don’t have to die here, I don’t have to kill you.”

Jihoon lets out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding as the man continues.

“I could take away your pain though. If you really want everything to end, to take away that ache in your chest and forget everyone from your past...I can show you how to escape it all.”

Is that what he wants?

He doesn’t want to die, not really, but the thought of going back to his life...to the pieces of his life that have been crumbling around him for so long...an escape sounds like exactly what he needs.

He nods and the man takes a step back, holding the hand that had been on Jihoon’s neck out for him to take. Jihoon reaches for it, stopping just before their fingers brush because he’s about to throw away everything and run off with this man but he doesn’t even know his name.

The man smiles, too long teeth catching the light from his phone once more. “Jeonghan. Let’s go.”

Jihoon takes his hand.

#caratwritersclub #woozi #jeonghan #seventeen #jihoon #hanhoon #jeonghoon #my writing #escape

[wooziscollarbones]

i’d wear your colors (any day of the week); Pt 5

Pairings: Jeonghan/Woozi, other side pairings Rating: PG13-M Warnings: Mentions of character death, language Part: 5/? (this is a soulmate au oneshot that i never finished and now i want to but i also want to post what i already have so i’m gonna do it in parts instead of as one whole post.)

AO3 Version

It’s past midnight when they all file out of the restaurant, Soonyoung leaning on his boyfriend and giggling after having had a few shots with Minki. Jeonghan and Jihoon walk Hansol and Minki to the bus stop where they file on, Hansol promising to make sure that the pretty hyung doesn’t fall asleep and miss his stop. 

“Do you live nearby?” Jeonghan asks once the bus pulls away and the two are left standing alone at the stop. Jihoon nods as the two start off in the direction of campus.

They’re over halfway to Jihoon’s before either of them speak again. It’s Jihoon that breaks the silence, shivering as they wait for a crosswalk light to change. “It’s colder than I thought it would be tonight.” 

“You must be freezing, here,” Jeonghan says, shrugging off his jacket. Jihoon shakes his head, trying to refuse, but Jeonghan cuts him off. “I’m warm blooded, it’s no problem. You can give it back when we get to your place.” 

“O-okay, thank you.” Silence stretches between them again as Jihoon pulls the jacket on. It’s long on him, the sleeves hanging almost to his fingertips. “Your friends seem really nice. I appreciate them taking Hansol in so easily, he normally doesn’t get along with too many other people,” the blond boy says after a few more minutes. 

“Of course. He and Seungkwan are the same age, hopefully that helps him feel a little more comfortable with everyone,” he says, remembering a conversation where Hansol said that he would get picked on by his classmates in high school because he was younger.

“That would be good for him. He hasn’t really had any interest in making other friends for a long time, ever since...” A shadow crosses Jihoon’s eyes as the words leave his mouth. 

Jeonghan doesn’t think, reaching out to put a comforting hand on Jihoon’s shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it, if it’s something that’s painful for you.” 

Jihoon’s lips quirk up, more of an acknowledgment than anything close to a smile. “We should talk about it...eventually, I don’t know.” He shakes his head and Jeonghan squeezes his shoulder before letting his hand fall. 

“Whenever you’re ready, you don’t have to rush anything.” That gets a genuine, albeit sad, smile from the younger and Jeonghan takes that as his cue to switch topics. “I know Hansol doesn’t really hang out with anyone other than you, has he met his soulmate yet?” 

“Yes and no?” Jihoon laughs quietly at Jeonghan’s look of confusion, ruffling his bangs before continuing. “He’s met them, but he has no idea who they are. I guess that we passed them in the city one day, or they met at school but didn’t notice. He didn’t have the mark when we left for school, but then when we were walking back to his house he noticed it on his wrist.” The younger shrugs. “That’s my building.” Jeonghan’s eyes follow Jihoon’s gaze to a smaller apartment complex across the street.

“Ahh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jeonghan hopes that he’ll say yes. His soulmate might be quiet and a little withdrawn, but Jeonghan aches at the thought of not seeing him for an entire week again.

“I have to work tomorrow.” Jihoon must see the disappointment on his face because he pulls out his phone, unlocking it and holding it out for the elder to take. “You can put your number in. Maybe if you’re not busy, we can meet up before this beach trip?” 

“If you’re the one calling me, I won’t be busy,” Jeonghan says, prompting a quick laugh from the younger as he types in his number and hands the phone back to him. 

“Okay then, we’ll make plans. Goodnight, Jeonghan.” Jihoon waves and makes his way across to his building. 

Jeonghan waits until the younger has made it inside the building before he continues on, the last two blocks between Jihoon’s and his dorm seeming like miles as he’s left alone with his thoughts. No matter how much he tries to push it from his thoughts, he keeps coming back to the mark on Jihoon’s wrist. When his mother had told him about hers, it had been painful to hear, the story about her first soulmate dying in a car accident only a few months after they met. Is Jihoon’s story similar? Was his first soulmate someone like Jeonghan or were they completely different? Is Jihoon disappointed having Jeonghan take their place?

Finally he’s at his dorm room, trying to fit his key to the lock when his phone rings. He jumps at the sound, almost dropping his keys as he pulls his phone from his pocket. 

“Hello?” he answers as the door swings open. The room’s empty but Jeonghan can hear the sink running in their bathroom, Seungcheol’s laptop and textbooks laid out on his bed. Jonghyun’s bed is made up neatly, the eldest of the three most likely staying the night at his boyfriend’s.

“Hi, sorry to call so late, but I just realized I never gave you back your jacket. Do you want me to bring it over? Or I can bring it to you first thing in the morning before work, if you’re getting ready for bed?” Jihoon’s voice is soft and Jeonghan can’t help the flutter in his stomach as he thinks of how nice he sounds even over the phone. 

The bathroom door opens, Seungcheol stepping into the room and making his way over to his bed to put his books away. “You can keep it for a while, I don’t mind, really.” Jeonghan says, making a shooing motion at Seungcheol’s whispered ‘Who are you talking to?’ 

“Are you sure? I’m sorry, I feel terrible I forgot about it earlier.” The younger does sound genuinely upset, seeming to think he’d inconvenienced Jeonghan by keeping the jacket.  

“I’m sure. I’d rather you have it so I know you aren’t cold at work tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay, I’ll keep it then. Thank you, Jeonghan. I’ll talk to you more tomorrow.” 

“Goodnight, Jihoon.”

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 |

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[wooziscollarbones]

i’d wear your colors (any day of the week); Pt 1

Pairings: Jeonghan/Woozi, other side pairings  Rating: PG13-M Warnings: Mentions of character death, language Part: 1/?  (this is a soulmate au oneshot that i never finished and now i want to but i also want to post what i already have so i’m gonna do it in parts instead of as one whole post.)

Soulmates are a fickle thing. Everyone has one at one point in their life. It starts as a gentle thrum against your wrist as the pattern of your very existence is carved onto your body. They call it the mark of the soul, the pretty lines that trace in different directions and colors over your skin that only you and your soulmate share. Some people are born with theirs. Most get theirs a bit later in life; it doesn't appear until the moment your soulmate enters your life.

Yoon Jeonghan gets his at age 20.

It happens during college orientation. He’s a second year now and has been tasked with helping their music group run the booth to gather more singers together for their auditions the next week, hoping to find another two or three singers to add. 

He’s sitting at the booth with Minki and Soonyoung, wishing for the umpteenth time that he had managed to talk Jinki into letting someone else help out. He should be hanging out with Joshua and Seungcheol right now, binge watching Soul Eater, but instead he’s stuck outside listening to Soonyoung fanboy over the T.A for his dance course. 

“Soonyoung-ah, I really hate to break this to you, but Taemin’s got a girlfriend,” Minki says, not sounding the least bit remorseful, even snickering a little at the absolutely horrified noise Soonyoung makes at the knowledge. 

“What? Hyung, you know it’s not like that! Seungkwan would flip if he even heard the implication of what you just said,” Soonyoung whines. Jeonghan laughs a bit despite himself; Soonyoung’s adorably pitiful.  

Jeonghan’s mind blanks suddenly. He can see Soonyoung’s lips moving, mouth forming words that can’t reach Jeonghan’s ears. He notices Minki moving, a hand splayed over his shoulder in concern, but he doesn’t feel the fingers moving down his arm. 

What he does hear is a voice cutting through the static noise that had filled his head. 

“Look, hyung, there’s a music group that’s looking for new talents. You should audition, hyung! You’re the best; you’ll make it for sure.” 

“Ahh, I don’t know, Hansol-ah. This is my first year, I’m sure it’ll be busy. And I’m already in a few electives, I don’t know if I’ll have time for it.” 

Jeonghan’s head whips around, eyes scanning the area as he stands, chair falling to the ground from the motion. That’s when he sees him. That voice is his head, that voice belongs to him, Jeonghan’s sure of it. He’s petite, blond hair under a gray beanie, and dimples as he smiles at the boy walking beside him. 

Jeonghan doesn’t even need the gentle burn against his wrist to know that this is the one. 

The boy’s head snaps up all the sudden, feet halting and he seems to be in the same state at Jeonghan. 

Their eyes meet and Jeonghan can feel the shift in his body, in his soul, as his world stops spinning. 

“Jihoon.” He’s not sure where the name comes from but it feels perfect on his tongue, the sweetest chocolate melting against his senses as it reaches back around to his ears and bounces around in his head. 

Jihoon’s walking towards him then and suddenly they’re standing in front of each other. 

“Hi,” Jeonghan breathes when he reaches the booth. 

“Jeonghan,” is all the other replies as his eyes drop down to the gentle swirls of pink and gold twisting around both of their wrists in time. 

“H-hyung!” Soonyoung’s voice finally manages to cut through the haze he’d been in and the full burn of the marking on his wrist makes him hiss. 

Jihoon does the same, cradling his arm to his chest as he glances back up to meet Jeonghan’s eyes. 

Jeonghan’s excited, smiling despite the pain, but the smile drops from his face when he notices something about Jihoon’s eyes, the uneasiness in his gaze. 

It’s fear.

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[zouchu]

Jeonghan: There’s something wrong with your face.

Jihoon: What?

Jeonghan: You’re smiling. I didn’t know you could do that.

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