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svtminji · 11 months

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❪ 🫂 ❫ MINJI'S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE 96 LINE ->

minji + junhui + soonyoung + wonwoo + woozi

❪ 💛 ❫ junhui ❪ jun ❫ & minji -> junmi

❪ popularity rating: 86% + type of relationship: close friends ❫

part of THE cat trio. as foreigners, they became close because they could relate to not being the best at korean and being away from home. minji tries to speak to him in mandarin & cantonese but definitely fails. jun definitely teaches her the wrong words and finds it hilarious whenever she goes up to myungho and repeats what jun had told her. since they are apart of the performance team, they definitely try to give each other, or the other members, different ways to do a certain move and expand from that formation/move. minji always finds his cat aegyo poses adorable. jun is DEFINITELY part of minji’s #cariño line.

when it comes to being on variety shows, she definitely doesn’t hold back from helping him win (by telling him the correct answers). minji wishes she could be as cool as him, meanwhile, jun wishes he could have the same level of dance expertise as her.

occurring moments between them include: minji practicing her mandarin/cantonese with him, going over choreography with him, cute cat poses, being confused with the korean jokes.

a song that represents them: cariño - the marias

❪ 💛 ❫ soonyoung ❪ hoshi ❫ & minji -> soonmi

❪ popularity rating: 91% + type of relationship: compadres ❫

though soonyoung is the official leader of the performance team, minji helps him along with the choreography as they are both main dancers. when the pair first met, they felt a connection and passion for dance and they expanded that into their relationship now. whenever he needed tips to improve, he would go to minji and she would give him a few pointers on what he was missing. though minji has had her worst moments from dancing, he's always quick to put her in check and to make sure those feelings do not affect on what she's trying to do. it may seem harsh but minji has always felt grateful by what he's done for her. a cute moment was that minji revealed was that when she first had met hoshi, she mentioned how much she had missed her good friend key and minho. soonyoung, a very huge shawol, was very surprised and asked her if she was friends with shinee. ever since that moment, when minji's phone rings and it's one of the shinee members, hoshi is the first to say hello.

during their promotion era / variety shows, behind every single cut of hoshi is minji. when he's accusing mingyu of being the mafia, she's right behind him. when he's drunk and needs to give someone his affection, minji ❪ unfortunately ❫ is the one to receive it. he doesn't want to admit it but he looks for her comfort like a child would to his mother. with familial comfort, minji promised him that he would be the godfather of her child once minji baptizes her child. minji would never say this out loud, but she is a full supporter of the horangehae movement.

occurring moments between them include: resting bitch faces while going over the choreography, clingy drunk acts, insane hoshi + sane minji, minji babying him ❪ on occasion / when he's drunk ❫, producing the most difficult choreographies known to man, horanghaeing whenever, jamming out to shinee together.

a song that represents them: ditto - newjeans

❪ 💛 ❫ wonwoo & minji -> minwoo

❪ popularity rating: 92% + type of relationship: gamers ❫

part of THE cat trio & the gamer crew. the aura these two have is very introverted. both of their personality test came to a conclusion that they have the same personality type ❪ infp ❫. while standing next to each other, carats realized the adorable height difference between them. minji had always felt safe under the watch of her members, but she felt even more safe when she had the two tall men ❪ wonwoo & mingyu ❫. to say that wonwoo never had a crush on minji would be false, and in fact, he had been caught staring at her multiple times when it wasn't needed. just like seungcheol, he feels better when he places a protective hand on her shoulder when navigating through tough crowds or through men. other than that, these two have a gaming livestream through weverse and play a huge range of video games. wonwoo prefers his action based video games and minji prefers her safer calming games.

with the amount of craziness every single gose episode has, these two keep to themselves and maintain a calm composure. it takes the rest of the members to figure out that they aren't adding much to their conversation and push them forward to start talking.

occasional moments between them include: playing games together, sitting down together / standing together, visiting museums

a song that represent them: starboy - the weeknd

❪ 💛 ❫ jihoon ❪ woozi ❫ & minji -> jizi

❪ popularity rating: 91% + type of relationship: close friends ❫

woozi and minji's relationship is quite hard to explain. both of them have passions that include music and minji is mostly the background vocals in most seventeen songs. though woozi had produced most of minji's solo work, he does feel a bit disappointed when she comes out of the studio with other producers work. obviously he cannot control who she works with, but he feels important enough that she comes to him with the final piece. when it is time for the group to start working on the vocals, woozi always feels joy when he gets to work with minji. due to minji's extensive training at sm, jihoon was blessed with the vocal cords that minji had and doesn't have to ask her to do anything, she just does it.

jihoon always usually lives in his studio, universe factory, and barely makes any social contact ❪ other than bumzu and staff ❫. when there's nights that jihoon cannot make an effort to leave, minji is the first one at his door ready with food, snacks, drinks, and company. she knows the feeling of separating yourself from other people to pursue your career. jihoon won't say it but he feels very grateful that minji can pick up on certain moods or certain clues. the times she does stay as company, she stays quiet and see how deep woozi goes into the producing world. minji was never a great producer but woozi always gives her a chance to try. there are times that minji believes that she isn't meant for seventeen, though, woozi is very quick to bring her back into reality.

"producing doesn't mostly make up what a song is about. the lyrics and feeling can always mean so much more; and you, minji, is what you are to this team. don't ever doubt yourself because of it."

occurring moments between them include: spending their entire day in silence as woozi composes, minji being unsure about certain things and expressing them to jihoon, jihoon asking her to do a certain vocal technique and minji nailing it on the spot.

a song that represents them: 7PM - bss

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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Guilty Pleasure Pt.4 (Finale)

Pairing: Jihoon x f!reader x Mingyu

Genre: angst, smut

Word count: 3.7k

Tags: situationship!mingyu, roommate au, mentions of insecurities, angst, pining (mutual and one sided), suggestive language and content, weddings, mentions infidelity, breakups, acceptance, and forgiveness, marking, mutual handjobs, cunnilingus did i spell that right

Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.

author note: so I have no idea how any of you will react to think, it took a very different turn than what I had in mind originally but maybe that's a good thing and maybe there'll be a spin-off or and alt. ending

Chapter list

4 years later

You lay a kiss on your now husband’s lips, smiling against his kiss. You feel pure joy as he wraps his arm around your waist, the cheering sound of engaged excitement muffed through your locked gazes. You fingered through his styled hair, seeing how elated to have his partner for life, and you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“I love you,” you whisper softly.

“I love you too,” he says back.

You run the aisle, hand in hand, your family and closed ones clapping and following behind, quickly moving the ceremony to the reception close by, making a feast of the happiest day of your life. You see the faces of the guests for the first time today, their happy faces meet yours when you greet them during dinner, and finally, you stop by one table. A familiar man stands up to greet you in your collection of mutual friends smiling sincerely, although you probably didn’t deserve it, and you accept his gesture to embrace graciously.

“You look beautiful, Y/n. Congratulations.”

You hook your chin under his shoulder. “Thank you, Mingyu. And thank you for coming, so glad to have you here.”

“Of course.”

He takes his time to greet the groom, hugging him the way he did you, whispering to him how beautiful everything is and how you’re both so lucky. You feel yourself about to cry again and are held by your husband as support. He laces his fingers through yours, kissing your temple and making you feel warmer than you already did inside.

This was truly everything you wanted. Everything up to this moment lead to this and it was wonderful. There was not a thing you were regretful about.

4 years back

You told Mingyu that day you were caught. You fell for Jihoon hard the moment you heard his voice. It was airy, delicate, and sometimes empty. Like he had a void meant to be filled. You wanted to be a part of him. You admire and respect him, it made your physical attraction to him come out just as easy.

You could sleep with Mingyu all you wanted and as amazing as he is, your infatuation for his roommate would not grow legs and walk away. You couldn’t find yourself returning the feelings that he had and it didn’t feel right to continue the supposed relationship you two had together since feelings were no longer mutual. Or were they ever mutual to begin with?

You made a habit of not going to their apartment anymore. Jihoon had blocked you off from every possible social media and messaging app, not wanting to confront you or his feelings. You probably deserved that. You had more than an inkling of your true feelings but you didn’t act on them right away and you hurt people in the process. You hurt Mingyu, you probably hurt Jihoon, and you’ve hurt yourself with any chance to have a genuine connection with someone.

You did a lot of self-reflection, paired up with some isolation, it was thought to do you some good. Breathing exercises became your best friend along with crying. It was in that time of mourning of potential happiness, you realized you still had the shirt you took from Jihoon; the one he let you borrow and smelled just like him, especially when you felt alone.

You couldn’t keep it, nor could you throw it away, so fate gifted an excuse.

You store it away in a tote and get ready to see his face again. Before even a foot out the door, you meet eyes with the person that happens to be on the other side. His pupils dilated, fist paused mid-air and a mouth open agape for the sheer shock of the door opening without warning.

“Jihoon, what are you doing here?”

He places his hand by his side, dusting his pants off subconsciously. “I…wanted to talk to you.”

“Did Mingyu tell you where I live?”

“I…may have looked through his phone?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “To find me? That sounds unlike you.”

“Well, I’m doing a lot of things I never imagined myself doing.”

You softly chuckle, hearing your heart race in your ears, “So, what are you doing here?”

He looks back at you wary, wondering if it was a mistake he was here, but he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t. He doesn’t waste a second longer and enters your home, holding a hand against your cheek and meeting your lips courageously for the first time. His touch was hot and passionate, claiming them without a guilty conscience, and presses himself against you. He takes his time parting, watching your eyes cautiously, waiting for you to react.

You blink back up at him, stunned, your hands shaking, your mind thinking that you’d never feel the pressure of his lips again. You hastily close the door behind him and press him against the wood. You loop your arms around his neck, massaging your lips against one another, and Jihoon couldn’t have felt more relieved. Your clumsy feet guide him through the floor plan, which he quickly follows, not paying mind how unfamiliar he was in a foreign apartment as his fingers play with your hair. It comes with bumping into corners, both your giggles escaping between kisses, and you can’t help but feel impatient, now roughly tugging him in the right direction.

Your steps lead him to your bedroom, letting him crawl over your body without breaking the liplock, and you force his hips to meet yours. Your knee ponders at his inseam, nudging it so slightly. He softly chuckles, stroking your hair softly before pulling away from your lips.

“So…needy…” he says between breaths.

“Just for you…” You grin.

He carelessly peels off his shirt, exposing the body you’ve seen once in real life but every other night in your dream, and makes you take his hand. You watch how it travels from his pectoral muscles down to his sculpted abdomen, which you savored every second of, and further down the top of his pants. Your fingers linger at the metal button, his grip wrapped around your wrist firmly.

You help him haphazardly, taking down the zipper, and helping him shrug off his pants to abandon them on the floor. He returns the favor, stripping you as he travels his lips over your collarbone and chest. You run your hands down his body, cupping his cock and letting it grow in your hand.

His teeth noticeably catch his bottom lip, grinding in your grasp, groaning beautifully against your skin as he marks you. You thumb over his tip, a thin film of his precut coating its pad, before continuing in full strokes. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

His fingers find home between your legs, sliding two digits along your slit and letting them get swallowed up inside. A small moan erupts from you, staggering your hands' pace and Jihoon takes advantage of that to escape your grip and prop his head between your legs. His fingers sink inside you so blissfully as his lips wrap around your entrance, his tongue settling in the taste of your ambrosia.

“F-fuck, Jihoon.”

He stops in his tracks, relishing in how you call out to him, having only imagined in his head until now, before returning with five times the vigor. You lace through his locks, tugging at them anxiously, while your eyes fluttered at the rhythm of his tongue. He laps up your arousal in pure thirst, his hands roaming up to cup around your breasts, rolling the buds between his fingers. His wet, pink muscle thrusts inside you, a vicious layer on its surface, and you cry out how close you are.

“So good…”

Your words went through one ear and out in the other, Jihoon intoxicated to fully respond. You make it clear when twitching your hips you couldn’t hold back any longer, your climax sprays arousal on his cheeks and shoots down his throat, which only encouraged the insatiable man. “S-shit, you’re filthy.”

Replacing his mouth, he brings his hand back to your entrance and lets you taste the work he’s put in. He fucks your warmth with his digits, not giving you a moment to collect yourself, his pelvis feeling you shaking sporadically beneath him. His lips, savory and sweet, defiles your tastebuds and you feel locked in his spell. “Condom.”

“B-bedside drawer.”

He snickers, following your advice and retrieving the condom from the place he was told one would be, wrapping himself up. His eyes meet your longing gaze soon after, pushing your hair behind your ear and delicately placing a kiss on your lips. “You’re really so beautiful like this. You drive me crazy.”

“I’m sorry,” you tease in a hushed tone, suppressing a smile.

“You should be.” His cock lines up with your warmth before it gets swallowed inside you, causing your soft whimpers.

His hand grasps the back end of your waist, pulling you into his lap. Your knees dig into the mattress, legs folding naturally in place, and you sink into his touch almost too easily. Your hands stabilize on his shoulders, locking gazes. “If it’s any consolation. You probably drive me just as crazy.”

He shakes his head dubiously, “I doubt it unless you came in the shirt you keep borrowing like I did thinking of you.”

You give him a smug smile and lean in, lips ghosting over his ear, “Why do you think I wear it so much?”

He scoffs in disbelief, arousal hitting his peak. He grabs you by the back of your head and pushes you against his kiss, tongue running over your lips. “You are crazy.”

He guides your hips, at the same time snapping his up into you. You ride the high, his hands and lips worshiping every patch of skin of your body. Your eyes roll back, moaning his name sweetly as you fell into his submission. He throws you back against the bed, squeezing your flesh harshly, jackhammering himself, groaning out loud enough for others to hear.

He throws slurs in the air, hot sinful streams of white release out of him, which was followed by another one of your orgasms. Your legs anchor around him, pushing him deep up inside you until your visions blur. His body falters, his energy escaping him, and he takes the time to collect himself. He holds your hot naked body against him once he takes care of the used rubber and both your breathing evens out as your muscles lose their tension. You think it’s over, it usually is, but he takes you by surprise by flipping you over on your stomach. You then realize it’d be a long day spent catching up.

One day turned into two, two turned five, five turned into two weeks, and Jihoon is more often at your place than you expect him to be. Some days, he makes a point to sleep over, which was never discouraged, and you were grateful for every second.

You catch him smiling at you while you cook when he should be working on his music. You playfully shoe him away but he doesn’t listen, back hugging you every chance he gets. You feel in heaven. It was the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

4 years later, Wedding Day

The toasts went smoothly, with a few jokes here and there, some stories from your childhood as well his own. Your grip tightens on him every other second or so, thinking to yourself that it was all really happening. You weren’t ever sure that marriage would be in the cards for your future, given that you haven’t made the best decisions in the world, let alone with the best people. All things changed when he came into your life. Like color settling in the sky after rain, a natural phenomenon that gave hope to the world, but in this case your world.

“Let’s give it up for the beautiful couple, shall we? To Y/n and Seungcheol!”

You grin from ear to ear, head hitting his shoulder as you look up at him. He resists ruffling your hair and instead squeezes your cheeks before planting another kiss. His arms come from behind your shoulder, holding you tightly to his side.

“That’s us.” He giggles.

You come up to kiss him another time, not caring how many people you invite to the event, and lace your fingers through his and the band begins to play. A familiar introduction belt is out and you can’t help but lock on the stage smiling.

Jihoon winks in your direction, smiling and singing his heart out, and you can’t help but smile back, grateful to have ever met him. You return a look back to Seungcheol, still looking at you with puppy dog eyes, tucking in your hair behind your ear, and swaying with you as your mutual friend performs a song that would forever be known as the defining moment in both your lives.

4 years ago

What happened with Jihoon was unexpected, but somehow you knew inevitable.

The more time he spent his time over, the more times you count him away from home with Mingyu. Jihoon being away a lot for work anyway, Mingyu would’ve been used to it by now, but you both knew this case wasn’t the same. As much as you liked seeing him, growing gradually deeper and deeper in love with him, your heart sank knowing it was at the cost of someone important to him.

You’d occasionally ask him if his roommate knew where he was at all hours of the day and Jihoon would give a half answer, almost avoiding the topic, or avoiding the guilt pent up inside him.

The truth was Jihoon was afraid of telling Mingyu where he was, knowing deep down inside he’s already betrayed and hurt him enough already. Putting the fact of the matter in the air would only hurt the younger man more, Jihoon rationalized. It was selfish what he was doing, hell it was selfish that he didn’t give Mingyu the time of day anymore since he took on seeing you, but he rather Mingyu hated him from a distance than in his face. It felt easier, or so he hoped.

You can tell over time how it ate him up inside. You were with Jihoon so much, you’ve caught on to how he lies. His bluffs were a dead giveaway partnered with how he raises his eyebrows, crinkling his forehead. He acts obviously, hoping to put the topic aside, only making things worse for him knowing he’s already into deep to enjoy this relationship anymore.

You cared about Jihoon, and you still cared about Mingyu. This situation wasn’t benefiting anyone but you, the sole reason for such a rift. You had something else eating you up inside too, but unlike the men involved, you knew exactly how to solve it.

“Go back home, Jihoon.” You hold up a bag of things that he periodically left over at your place when he comes by, which grew enough to fit a duffle bag.

He sighs, simply working on a track in his laptop, “What did I do this time?”

“I’m serious Jihoon. I’m not playing with you.” You sit beside him at the dining table. “You’re miserable.”

“Why? Look, maybe I've been down lately, but work has caught up with me. You can’t just kick me out.”

“It’s for the better…Just like how its probably better we stopped seeing each other.”

He halts before pressing the key, his full attention on you. He was baffled. “How could you say that, after what I’ve done? After what we did?”

Of course, Jihoon felt wronged.

“Exactly. You can't even admit what we did out loud and it’s not just to me. You never told or apologized to Mingyu, did you?”

By his body language, your assumption was clear, but he quickly came to his own defense.

“I didn’t have to. He knows what we did. Might as well twist the knife into the wound.”

You hold his hands, desperate for him to think clearly, to act logically, just this once. "That’s no excuse. Look, I have been so happy with you up until lately and I know how hard it’ll be, but he’s your best friend. He deserves closure from you, the truth from you.”

“...What about us?”

He gazes back at you in worry, not sure if he’s ready to give you up like that yet, after all the internal conflict, after picking you over Mingyu. Where would all his efforts go losing you?

“Because like we’ve hurt Mingyu, we’ve hurt each other, and I know we can do better about this, for ourselves. Time…will do us good.”

He was silent for a moment, taking your words into consideration, and hangs his head. He runs a hand through his hair, tight lining his lips before he feels the tears well up in his eyes.

“God, I hope so.”

Jihoon essentially moved back in with Mingyu completely, told the truth, and had a heart-to-heart. You had faith that they would heal together, and it was best that you wouldn’t be around. You had done enough damage and luckily, as fate has it, your lease was running out.

You ended up moving someplace further away and you let neither of them knows where you’d be. Mingyu sends his “forgives you” texts, while Jihoon would give you the constant “where are you” and “I miss you” until they stopped completely. You didn’t deserve their company or companionship, but you were grateful they thought that you would be. They were two good guys with a strong bond that you’d never fully understand not having anything like that. For now, you’d focus on being alone, which is what you needed most right now.

Seungcheol came after when you least expected him to.

You met him on a pouring night, like out of a movie you could say. He was working in place of a friend that night at the restaurant you were eating alone at. In fact, you were the last one to stay behind, realizing how god-awful the weather was too late. He also seemed to be the last person working the night shift and insisted you stay with him until it lets up.

He was handsome, like any meet-cute situation he had to be, but your guard was up, unwilling to make any more messes, no matter how cute the mess was. He was nice to you, you were polite to him, and eventually, the encounter ended and you went along your individual ways, even eventually forgetting about him.

Time could only tell when you saw him more and more. You’d work by intersections near each other where you found out his real job as a local pharmacist, find each other at the same lunch spots in the process, noticing how you have the same bus routes to get home. You had thought many things, considering even your safety, but if that were the case he would’ve done something to you months ago. You were left wondering to yourself where this was all going, knowing you were still on the matter of bettering yourself before having a new person be part of your world the way Mingyu tried to do and how Jihoon naturally did.

You didn’t fully understand it, or him for that matter, but he would change your life in ways you wouldn’t understand, and up until a very important event in your life you still wouldn’t understand. All you knew was he was a good person and he eventually became an important person that let him completely in your life happened before you realized it.

You gave him the truth like you should've done with Mingyu and Jihoon, instead of feeling pressure to do what you thought was right only to end up second-guessing your actions. You discussed your infidelity and what kind of person you felt yourself becoming and how it made you not want to trust yourself around people anymore. You thought that they’d have a better life forgetting you.

To say he wasn’t surprised, he’d be lying, but respected your choice for telling him mistakes you’ve made, saying it was courageous you’ve come to terms with it. He admitted to being guilty of doing things for the sake of pleasure, but you were human. You both were. It didn't change the way he felt about you, in fact, he thought that it was amazing what you told him. You were in the process of doing what others could. He gave you a sense of relief, encouragement even.

And for the first time, you didn’t run away from your baggage, you ran towards it.

4 years later, Wedding Day

You realized now it was the world forgiving you for your actions, it seemed like it was telling you were meant for that happiness and lasting love too. If it hadn’t been for Seungcheol, you would’ve left both people you’ve hurt in the past left in the dark, and they wouldn’t be here for you today.

You look at Mingyu and Jihoon at their assigned wedding seats together, chatting, bantering, and getting along with you imagine they would. You couldn’t possibly ask for anything more than their happiness. You were grateful they didn't hate you or resented for what transpired, rather they all admitted to playing a part.

Mingyu would notice the long chats you and Jihoon would have and Jihoon could obviously tell how fast and hard Mingyu was falling for you, just as he did. They admitted instincts took control eventually and they were willing to let the past stay in the past, even willing to be platonically in your life.

The journey you took for yourself wasn’t the one you expected, but perhaps it was the best outcome you could’ve gotten.

Your final dance with Seungcheol made that clear. As the lights cascade around your figures, dark silhouettes copying your every move, all eyes were on you but you know you had all eyes on him and now only him, as he was for you. He kisses your forehead against his, looking at peace with himself, and holds you closer.

“I’m so happy to be spending the rest of my life with you.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, cupping his face in your hands, and you match his soft expression. “I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

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hrts4hanniehae · 5 months

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my kpop oc is so self indulgent istfg…

i swear smth like this cannot exist irl…

double sibling kpop grp. 1 set of brothers + 1 set of brother-sister. and they’re godsiblings

how self indulgent can i be…

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cosmitton · 4 months

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I’m weirdly very scared to post this lol. I’ve created way too many Lookism OCs in my head, but these are the first ones that I’ve drawn. These didn’t turn out nearly as well as I wanted them to (especially Johan), but I’m still working on my art style to get to a point that I like. If you have any tips, that’d be appreciated.

(In case you can’t tell, bc I know I didn’t draw the characters very well, in the couples drawing the characters from left to right are - Eli, James, and Johan)

Also, what kind of casual clothes do you think James Lee would wear? Bc I’m pretty sure we’ve only seen him in his uniform so that’s what I drew him in, but I feel like he dressed differently back then than he does now as DG.

#Lookism #my art #Lookism x OC #Johan Seong #James Lee #Eli Jang #Seong Yohan #Lee Jihoon #Jang Hyun #my OCs #Webtoon #Lookism OC

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hinataxsunshine · 11 months

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Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did

[ receiver // Jihoon ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ]

3:24am 📱 [ unsent ] ; can a lemon love an orange?

8:36pm 📱 [ unsent ] ; there are so many things I want you to do to me.

12:03pm 📱 [ unsent ] ; had another nightmare. this time you were in it.

6:27am 📱 [ unsent ] ; I love yo

11:39pm 📱 [ unsent ] ; I would’ve love to have you as my bodyguard back in the old world. I would’ve felt so much safer with u

7:45pm 📱 [ sent ] “ Hey <33 Miss you, and your cuddles. Im coming over to your room right now and you don’t have a choice >:3 <3 “

#aggwaseon #jihoon x hinata #aib oc #aib rp

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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shiny star / kim mingyu

➝ Mingyu x Reader (ft. Jungkook, Chaeyoung, Chungha, etc.)

➝ shiny star!au // university!au // non idol!au // friends to ??? // fluff // slice of life

➝ word count: 5.9~k

➝ warning: curses, food, mingyu is flirty (??) but not a playboy, he's way too perfect lol, basketball captain!gyu, OC is cool af according to me😎

➝ inspired by: Shiny Star (2020) - KyoungSeo

➝ shiny star playlist // Shiny Star masterlist (can be read as standalone)

Seungcheol // Jeonghan // Joshua // Junhui // Soonyoung // Wonwoo // Jihoon // Seokmin // Mingyu // Minghao // Seungkwan // Hansol // Chan

A/N: as you've all guessed, here's Mingyu's Shiny Star! happy birthday, Gyu! this was fun to write and i'm pretty happy with how it turned out aha. hopefully yall would like this as much as i do, and pls do drop by and tell me what you think of this after you read

숨이 가득 차올라서 아무 말 하지 못했는데 I couldn’t say anything because I’m out of breath

너는 말 없이 웃으며 내 손 잡아줬죠 But you took my hands without saying anything but a smile

[✾✾✾]

This would sound annoying, but Mingyu is used to getting confessions. He enjoys the attention, enjoys knowing that people admire him even though he barely does anything. Yes, he’s handsome, has good grades, and is the star of the basketball team, but they all come effortlessly to Kim Mingyu.

He is God’s favorite, after all.

You genuinely think that whatever religion Mingyu believes in, every god that’s in charge of grace all helped to shape him.

But it’s not always a good thing. Because, fuck, it’s so stupid that your heart flutters when he grins at the audience after shooting a three-pointers. He’s not even looking at you, and he’s so cocky because he salutes to everyone as he runs through the court to hug his teammates. And yet butterflies would fly like crazy inside you and you want to hate it but you don’t.

Another reason why it’s stupid: you didn’t realize you’ve been staring at him–well, really, you’re staring at a random spot behind him because you’re zoning out, but it is him in your mind, so–until Mingyu tilts his head and asks if there’s something in his face because you’ve been staring at him for the past five minutes.

You blink at the question, as if brought back from a trance, and Mingyu chuckles and shakes his head before pouring water in the empty glass in front of you.

“You haven’t even drunk that much.” He grins as you thank him and take the water.

You’ve somehow been roped into the basketball team’s celebratory dinner, along with Chungha and Chaeyoung who are sitting on the other side of the table. Well, not somehow, you guess, because you’re friends with those two girls (who basically possess free passes to every social function in the university) and your childhood friend, Jeon Jungkook, is also in the team. Which means, you actually hang out a lot with the guys–and that includes Mingyu.

He’s barely even a friend despite your embarrassing crush, and you’re not that close even if you hang out a lot with the team.

“What’s bothering you?” Jungkook plops down beside you once Chungha goes to the restroom. He’s noticed you’ve been distracted from earlier, but you don’t seem to be in a bad mood or anything–simply too deep in your own thoughts.

You consider shaking your head and telling him nothing. What can you say anyway? ‘No biggies, I just have a crush on your captain here.’

“Just… something.” You leave it at that.

Jungkook isn’t the closest friend you have and you don’t always tell him everything, but he’s known you for way too long to know how to read your body language and your mood. Which is cool, but not really when you feel like hiding something.

That, together with his curiosity and his tendency to pry when he has nothing else to care about is not a combination you’re particularly fond of.

He narrows his eyes at you, and before he can say anything, you take a spoonful of cake and shove it inside his mouth with an innocent smile. Mingyu chuckles from across you both, and Jungkook glares at you even though he happily swallows the cake and frowns in delight after.

“I’m not letting this go.” He says under his breath before throwing an arm on top of your chair.

“Whatever you say.” You roll your eyes. “Don’t you have some girl to flirt with? Why are you here?”

“What, I can’t be with you? The oldest friend I have in my life?” He mocks a heartache, which you don’t even pretend to care about. Jungkook doesn’t usually sit beside you during this kinda gathering because someone always pulls him first, and you’re sure he wants something from you. He pouts at your deadpanned eyes. “My social battery is out. I want to go home.”

“I’m not your mom.”

“They won’t let me go if I ask.” He whines like a kid. “Tell them you want to go home so I can go with you? Please?”

Mingyu watches the interaction in amusement. He knows a lot of people envy you for being able to bring this side out of Jungkook, but anyone with a working brain cell can tell that there’s nothing sort of romantic between you two. Even from the very first time he saw you, he could already tell that you and Jungkook are nothing but friends.

But sometimes people just see what they want to see, though fortunately you don’t seem to care about stuff like that. Mingyu doesn’t know you well enough, but it’s clear that you’re your own person and you don’t really care about what people say about you.

He’s seen first hand you ignoring some girl saying shit in front of your face due to your close relationship with Jungkook, simply saying ‘you done? I have class in ten minutes’ after they rambled and leaving them dumbfounded after. (He thinks you’re so cool after witnessing that by accident.)

It’s not a secret that Jungkook is protective of you though. He always is when it comes to his friends. And Mingyu also knows that some of his friends have backed out from shooting their shots because they don’t want to go through Jungkook.

Cowards.

If he was interested in you, he wouldn’t care all that much about Jungkook.

Alas.

“I’ll take you to that dessert place in Cheongdam if we go home now.” He hears Jungkook whisper, though he doesn’t see why the guy is whispering when no one seems to be listening to his hushed conversation with you except for him, that is.

“You’re paying.” You add before you stand up and announce you’re tired so you’re taking Jungkook home with you. Some people try to convince you to stay for a little bit more, but you make up some reasons about having to wake up early tomorrow.

“Can’t believe you’d use your friend like that, man.” Mingyu jokes when you leave to say bye to Chaeyoung and Chungha.

Jungkook shrugs. “That’s what friends are for.”

You tell Jungkook you’re ready to leave, and he immediately stands up from his seat and slings an arm around your shoulder. You give Mingyu a smile and a wave before proceeding to do the same to everyone else.

He fails to notice your shy demeanor when your eyes meet his, but Jungkook doesn’t and he brings it up the moment you’re inside the comfort of his car.

“So. Mingyu, huh?”

At this point, you’re not even surprised. But you’re going to play stupid first because why make it easy for him to pry?

“What’s with him?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Since when have you been crushing on him?” He shoots straight to it, and plasters his face right in front of yours.

You swat his face away and tell him to start the car already.

“I’m not doing shit until you tell me.”

“I thought you said you’re out of social battery?”

“You know you don’t count.”

“Oh, how special I’m feeling right now.”

You and Jungkook go into a stare off, and it’s during times like this that you hate his big, circle eyes because they get on your nerves. You sigh and repeat what you said earlier, saying that you’ll tell him as he drives you back home.

“You know I’m not going to say anything about it, right?” Jungkook says just in case.

“I know. I simply didn’t tell you because it’s nothing but a crush.” You connect your phone to his car’s bluetooth, choosing a random playlist on your Spotify. “I don’t like him enough for it to be worth mentioning.”

Apparently, he doesn’t believe this.

“Since when?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Since when?”

You sigh, regretting giving in to him.

“Like… a few months ago? That time you had practice until 1 in the morning and you asked me to pick you up.”

Jungkook’s answer is immediate together with a click of his tongue. “That’s not a crush alright. That was almost a semester ago.”

“Almost. So it’s not a semester ago.” If he wants to play stubborn, so can you.

“If you don’t like him enough, you wouldn’t be avoiding his eyes and zone out the way you did.”

“So, I’m a little shy, is that wrong?”

He softens at your defensive tone, and he takes one of your hands to squeeze it in comfort before letting it go.

“You know that’s not what I mean. Sure, let’s say it’s nothing but a crush–”

“–because it is–”

“–Why are you not doing anything about it? It’s been at least five months and you see him quite regularly.”

“I told you. It’s just a crush.” You shrug, failing to see why Jungkook is making a big deal out of this. “I don’t see us getting together. He’s way out of my league.”

Jungkook is actually so shocked he steps on the brake with a sudden force. Thankfully, it’s 11PM on a Thursday night and the road is practically empty.

“What the fuck do you mean he’s out of your league?” He’s offended for your sake, you realize, and while it warms you a little to know that he cares about you to this extent, you still don’t see why Jungkook is so adamant about this whole thing. “He’d be lucky to have you.”

“Dunno. Just feel that way. But like I said, it’s nothing but a crush, Kook. It’ll pass.”

He’s not satisfied with this answer, but you do that thing where you cross your arms and look out the window of his car, a sign that you’re done with this conversation.

So Jungkook drops it even though he’s skeptical it’ll really pass just like that. It’s not often that you’re interested in someone, and he knows for a fact that you tend to fall long and deep.

You ask him when he’ll be free to take you to the dessert place he promised earlier.

[✾✾✾]

Jungkook forgets time when he’s playing basketball, and it seems like he’s also forgotten he’s promised to drive you home today.

The day has felt particularly long for you for no reason and you figure it’s probably just one of those days. Since you woke up this morning, going home is the only thing you’re looking forward to, and if that doesn’t say enough, the fact that you don’t even have it in you to be annoyed at your friend should suffice because you really just want to go home and end the day.

There’s no time nor energy to be annoyed.

He doesn’t reply to your text when you ask where he is, and when you text Minghao and he says he’s on court, you simply exhale a deep breath before making your way there.

Mingyu is about to exit the court when you come in, and you don't realize just how bad your mood is until you see him and you don’t feel the usual rush of excitement. You don’t even register that it’s him until he calls you.

“Are you… okay?” He asks when he notices you’ve just noticed it’s him greeting you.

“Ah… yeah. Just one of those days.” You shrug, your smile way too polite for his liking. He doesn’t think he’s seen you like this, but, then again, he’s only seen so much of you.

That fact suddenly bothers him somehow.

For some reason, Mingyu feels like talking more. “You’re here to see Jungkook?”

In any other scenario, you would’ve noticed the question is stupid. You really only come there for Jungkook. Sometimes you’d go because Chaeyoung or Chungha wants to watch them practice, but you never go there alone if not for your childhood friend. This is a fact that everyone in the team is aware of.

Alas, you’re tired and you just want to go home.

“Yeah. He’s driving me home.”

If Mingyu notices how small your voice is, you don’t notice any shift in him because you’re too out of it.

“I don’t think he’s going to finish anytime soon.” He frowns, turning to where Jungkook is. The guy hasn’t noticed you yet, your figure is probably partly hidden by Mingyu’s and he’s way too focused on the game to see you anyway.

Mingyu isn’t sure what makes him say what he says next, but he does anyway.

“Do you… want me to bring you home instead?”

You’re so surprised that you practically snap your neck to finally see him in the eyes. You’re probably looking at him weird, because Mingyu immediately says he’s simply offering because you look too tired to be waiting around for Jungkook.

“Oh… no, sorry. Just didn’t expect you to offer, that’s all.” You reassure him. “I wouldn’t want to burden you, anyway. But thanks for offering.”

“You sure?” He asks, once again telling you that the current game has just started and Jungkook’s going to take quite some time to finish. “I don’t mind, really.”

Tomorrow, when your mood has picked up and your weak-ass-Mingyu-centric heart has started to work again, you’d wonder about why Mingyu offered at all. You’d be thinking about it for days to come, making all sorts of scenarios in your head.

But that’s a problem for you tomorrow. Right now you just want to go home with Jungkook because you can’t be bothered to walk to the bus stop when he has a perfectly working car that you can let your guard down in.

Plus, he has promised to bring you home. Since you stepped into the university this morning, you’ve been imagining going into his car, staring into space, and arriving right in front of your door without much hurdles. That’s what you want right now.

It’s then that Jungkook finally catches your eyes. He takes one glance at you and drops the basketball, the guy in front of him curses until he sees you; seemingly understanding the reason with your presence.

“You okay?” He asks right away, and when you tell him you want to go home, he curses and apologizes for forgetting to pick you up at your building. He wouldn’t be this courteous had you been in your usual mood, probably would ask you to wait until the game ended, but Jungkook knows when not to push it and today is certainly that day. “I’ll just get my stuff, okay?”

He only notices Mingyu after he says this, and when he asks his friend what he’s doing with you, it’s you who tells him to move faster because you’re tired.

“I’ve never seen Jungkook let go of a basketball so fast.” He remarks after the guy leaves, making you chuckle a little.

“He knows when I’m tired.” You offer. “And I’m not tired often, so…” Before Mingyu can say anything, you add, “Anyway, thanks again for offering. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.” He says, surprisingly genuine and a little bit hopeful with what he says after. “If Jungkook is ever unavailable, feel free to text me and I’ll take you home instead if I could.”

You wonder if Mingyu does this to everyone he knows.

Chaeyoung and Chungha squeals the next day when you tell them about it, already betting that Mingyu is into you because there’s no way he’s not interested if he offers (insists?) to take you home like that.

You tell them he’s probably just being nice and it means nothing.

Your head (and heart) disagrees and you continue to think about it for weeks to come.

[✾✾✾]

Unfortunately, Jungkook is correct when he said you like Mingyu a little too much for it to just be another crush.

You’re not even sure how it comes to be, but the feeling now bothers you because you’d frown when you see yet another poor soul confessing to Mingyu even if they’re rejected; because you’d look at Lisa and wonder what it’s like to be her who can freely hog Mingyu to herself because they’re that comfortable with each other; because you’d find yourself staring at him a little too long that Chaeyoung needs to remind you not to be too obvious; because you’d be too conscious around him that you’re not you anymore everytime you hang out with the team now.

You hate it.

You hate being conscious around your friend and you’re trying to find a way to let go of your feelings.

“Confess to him?” Chaeyoung offers. “Or I suppose talking to Jungkook would be better. He’d know what to say because he’s close with the guy. Or do you want me to ask Lisa? I talk to her from time to time.”

“Confess, huh.” You ponder, the idea has never crossed your mind before. Things might get awkward between you and Mingyu after, but you’ll live because it’s not like you’re super close or anything. There’s no real loss, if you want to be completely honest.

Perhaps confessing would be the closure you need: have him reject you and move on. Sometimes a cold slap of reality is what you need, anyway.

“You think I should tell Kook first? Just in case it gets awkward between them?”

“Wait, you’re really considering it?” Chungha sits straight, not expecting you to actually take the idea. “What if he rejects you?”

“That’s the goal. Get rejected and move on.”

The two girls share a look, unsure what to say.

“But… you’ll be heartbroken…”

“At least it means I’ll finally get my closure. That’s the first step of moving on.” You’re a little too cool about the whole thing for their liking, but you’ve always been this kind of person and they don’t see why they should stop you if you think that’s what you need.

“You sure?”

You’re not, but you don’t think you have any other choice and the feeling is starting to get very irritating. So you make your way to the basketball court to find Jungkook after class.

Of course, it’s the object of your affection who sees you first, and you give him a tightlipped smile before asking for your friend.

Apparently, he’s in the changing room, and after sending a junior to call for Jungkook, Mingyu starts a small talk to keep you company. “He’s taking you home again today?”

“Ah, no. Got something to talk about real quick.” You say with an awkward smile. Like you say, you hate being conscious like this, you’re sure Mingyu can feel your awkwardness, and you hate that you might’ve made him uncomfortable too without meaning to.

Poor thing doesn’t even know why you’re being awkward.

“Sup.” Jungkook calls for you the moment he steps into the court, and you wave at Mingyu before leaving him by himself to go to Jungkook.

He watches you take your friend by the arm to a corner where no one’s around, and then he sees Jungkook shake his head before you two start whispering to each other. He’s pretty sure Jungkook’s eyes linger at him for quite a few seconds before he looks at you again, his palm squeezes your arm once before he says something that Mingyu obviously can’t make out from where he’s at.

He’s not sure why he’s paying this much attention, but he is and he wonders if something has happened to you because Jungkook looks concerned, a frown evident on his face. He bites his lip a little, and Mingyu looks away when Jungkook glances at him once more.

Are you two talking about him?

There isn’t really anything to talk about though… right?

Something nags on the back of his head, but Mingyu can’t quite tell what it is and he’s not sure what to make out of it anyway.

Why… does he care again?

“You’re leaving?” Mingyu asks when he sees you make your way to him. At your nod and your small smile, Mingyu finds himself asking before he can even stop himself. “Are you okay?”

You seem surprised, but the corner of your lips lift a little higher when you assure him that you’re fine. You hesitate before you say your next words, but Mingyu patiently waits anyway.

“Are you… playing today?”

“Me? No, I’m done for the day. Why?”

“Can I talk to you for a bit?”

Mingyu blinks in confusion, not seeing where this could be going at all. Does this have to do with whatever you were talking about with Jungkook earlier?

“Sure.” He shrugs. And when he looks around, his eyes meet Jungkook’s whose expression isn’t all that readable. “Here?”

You end up somewhere outside the building, where it’s quiet and no one’s present. If Mingyu isn’t too caught up in concern, he would notice that this scenario is way too familiar; one that he’s gone through one too many times. After all, how many times have people told him they needed to tell him something and brought him somewhere quiet to confess?

But it doesn’t even occur to him. Perhaps he simply doesn’t think you’re into him and there’s obviously no way this talk would go down that road.

“Are you really okay?” Mingyu asks again, even more concerned this time. It’s then that he realizes that this is the first time when it’s just the two of you. You’ve never talked with him privately before, don’t really have any reason to.

“Yeah. Just need to tell you something.”

You feel like you’re going to burst if you delay it even one more second, so you just blurt it in one go to get it over with.

“I like you.”

Obviously, it’s not something that Mingyu can simply get over with.

“I’m sorry?”

He looks extremely confused, most likely caught off guard. But you’re happy to know that you’re feeling lighter now that you’ve let it out there. You find yourself not really caring about what Mingyu has to say, which is selfish on your part, but you’re really just glad that you feel better almost instantly after you say it out loud.

“I’m not expecting anything, don’t worry.” It’s the first time Mingyu has received a confession where the other party doesn’t seem shy and expectant and he’s not sure what to make of your relieved smile. “It’s a little selfish of me, but I just think it’d be better to confess and leave it there.”

You’re way too busy being glad to notice Mingyu is frozen in place, not expecting the relief to be that instant. You would’ve confessed earlier if you knew, but what matters is you finally did and you can only hope Mingyu won’t feel awkward with Jungkook. You can just not come to the game for a bit if it’s uncomfortable for anyone, but Jungkook is in the team and you’d hate to make it weird for them.

“Anyway, no need to be awkward with Jungkook, alright? I already told him everything.” What did you say to him, exactly? Mingyu wants to ask, but he’s too dumbfounded to even say anything. And it’s when you tell him that’s all you had to say before turning to leave that he snaps out of it and takes your arm in reflex.

“Sorry–wait. No.” He stumbles over his words. The way you’re looking at him in question is adorable, and Mingyu suddenly wonders if you’ve always been this cute. Has he simply not realized because you’re always with Jungkook?

Anyhow, this doesn’t feel like a confession at all despite your honesty about your feelings. Who confesses and leaves before hearing an answer?

You, apparently.

But, then again, what is he doing stopping you from leaving? It’s not like he reciprocates your feelings or anything. But it feels weird to be on the receiving end of a confession like this. Shouldn’t he thank you for not making him reject you?

“Wait. You… like me?”

“Is it weird?” You frown, almost offended. You look at his fingers on your wrist, and Mingyu squeezes it once before letting go.

“No! No, that’s not what I meant.” He waves in denial. “Just… uh… didn’t expect it, I guess.”

You laugh with a shake of your head, and this is truly the first confession Mingyu has ever received in which the other person isn’t nervous and isn’t asking for a chance. You’re not even showing any sign of being shy.

If anything, you look even more relaxed than before.

“Well, like I said I’m not expecting anything from you.” Mingyu wonders if you’ve ever smiled this big around him before. He’s pretty sure you haven’t, because he would remember a smile this beautiful otherwise. “So, no need to say anything back and, again, don’t be awkward with Jungkook, okay? If it’s uncomfortable for you, I can just not go to the games for a while.”

Are you seriously thinking about him being awkward with Jungkook when it’s you confessing to him right now?

“You don’t need to… uh… not go.” Mingyu stutters out of nowhere, and he curses himself for being awkward when you don’t even seem uncomfortable in the slightest bit. “We don’t need to be awkward, right?”

You shrug, your face void of any awkwardness. “If you say so. I’ll be on my way now. Thank you for not being weird about this, by the way.”

And as you leave him with a much better mood he found you in earlier, Mingyu wonders why he feels like he’s the one being rejected when it’s you confessing to him.

[✾✾✾]

You have expected Mingyu to be a little weird and awkward around you after the confession.

But you didn’t expect him to be around you.

It seems like, after the whole thing, he’s adamant to be close to you everytime he could. He’d sit beside you when you join team dinner, he’d accompany you when you’re waiting for Jungkook, and he’d even reply to your Instagram stories from time to time.

You don’t think too much about it, though it does annoy you a little because it’s making moving on harder. At least you’re no longer conscious around him and the others, which was the most annoying thing before and what drove you to confess in the first place.

Chaeyoung and Chungha (even Jungkook) ask you about it from time to time, but you’re consistent in your answer: that there’s nothing going on between you two and you simply confessed for the sake of confessing.

It’s been about a month since you confessed and Mingyu is immensely confused.

For someone who claims to like him, you’re not showing any sign that you’re into him at all. If anything, you seem uninterested; like he’s just a friend of a friend (which he kinda is). At some point, Mingyu even wonders if you’re simply messing with him.

He also wonders if that’s the reason why he starts paying attention to you instead. He becomes conscious of your presence, and he dares to say he’s enjoying it.

He finds himself smiling when you do, and he finds himself leaning to where you’re at every chance he gets.

And now, he finds himself thinking why you confessed the way you did. Why didn’t you ask for a chance? Mingyu is straightforward when it comes to turning down confessions, but he suddenly wonders if he’d try it out with you had you not simply gone on your way that day.

If there’s one thing Mingyu is bad at, it’s containing his curiosity. That, along with the fact that you seem pretty chill, pushes him to where he’s at right now: with you in the bubble tea place in front of university.

Jungkook and Minghao are whining for some, and when you volunteer to get it for them, it leads to a couple of other members of the team to ask the same too. Before Jungkook sighs and offers to go with you, Mingyu volunteers first because he wants to.

There. He admits it. He wants to spend some time with you.

As you two wait for your orders, you both sit at one of the tables and that’s when Mingyu decides to ask.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“When you… uh… confessed to me.” You don’t seem appalled to be talking about it, which encourages Mingyu to continue. “Why… Did you say you’re not expecting me to answer?”

“Uh, because I know you’re not into me? I know you’re going to reject me anyway.”

Mingyu frowns, his fingers that are drumming against the table stop at your words. “Why would you assume that?”

“Well, am I wrong?” You chuckle, and he doesn’t know what to make of your nonchalance. But he knows that it bothers him that you automatically think he’d reject you. Is that the kind of image you have of him? (It’s not entirely untrue, he is clear when it comes to rejection.) Or do you simply think he wouldn’t be into you?

“What if I say you are?” Mingyu decides to go for it. What he feels for you is not strong enough to be called ‘love’, maybe not even ‘like’ just yet, but he’s definitely into you and the thought of spending time with you has been clouding his thoughts over and over again like a heavy rain these days.

He can definitely see–no–feel himself falling for you deeper as time passes by. He just needs more time to get there, preferably with you.

“What are you saying?” You shake your head, trying to hide the fact that you’re flustered like your heart isn’t beating way too fast that it almost hurts. What is he saying, really?

“Go on a date with me.”

“No.”

Mingyu blinks, sure that he’s heard wrong. “No?”

But you’re clear when you repeat your answer.

“What do you mean no?” He asks, genuinely confused. “Didn’t you just say you liked me, like, a month ago?”

“I told you I simply confessed for the sake of it.” You remind him, though your calm tone relaxes him in ways he can’t really explain. Perhaps he’s just glad you’re not making a big deal out of it. “I’ve never had any thoughts of dating you.”

“Why?”

“You’re you.” You say like it’s obvious, but Mingyu is once again offended for you and he frowns before he asks.

“What does that even mean?”

“You’re Kim Mingyu, the basketball star with the perfect GPA.” You start to list all of his titles and his accomplishments in university, and it’s the first time that Mingyu doesn’t feel good at someone complimenting him. For once, he’s not all that proud of those things you’ve just listed down. “And I’m… me. People probably only know me as Jungkook’s close friend. Chaeyoung and Chungha’s plain friend. And I don’t mind being known as such, but it should explain why I don’t think I have any chance with you.”

Mingyu frowns, and he stares at you a little too hard that you can’t tell at all what he’s trying to express.

“I don’t like how you imply you’re not exceptional.”

“Because I am not.” You shrug, not getting why Mingyu sounds upset. “And it’s okay. Nothing bad about being ordinary. I like being ordinary. I can’t imagine getting all that attention you get everywhere you go.”

Mingyu kind of gets what you’re saying, but he still doesn’t like that you consider yourself ordinary. Nothing, not one single thing, that you’ve done to him has been ordinary. Not the way you confessed, not the way you act after you confessed, not the words you’re telling him right now.

And, now that he’s been paying more attention to you, nothing you do is sort of ordinary. You’re straightforward when you need to be, and you know exactly what you want and how to say them without sounding demanding. You’re not soft spoken and he means it in the best way possible, you’re good at reading the room and you know when to play dumb if that’s what the situation calls for. You know when to prioritize yourself and when you should prioritize your friends without being too selfless nor selfish.

If someone like you is what you consider ordinary, he doesn’t know what kind of person you’d consider special.

To Mingyu, you’re already as special as someone can possibly be.

How can you be ordinary if you confessed and then said ‘no’ when the said person asked you out on a date?

Wait. Did you think he was kidding?

“Anyway, I wasn’t kidding when I asked if you want to go on a date with me.”

“And I wasn’t kidding when I said no.” You chuckle a little, making Mingyu all the more confused.

“Why?”

“I told you. You’re Mingyu.” When he demands more explanation with the look in his eyes, you finally give in to honesty. “You’re too handsome. Too perfect, in fact. It’s burdensome to be with you. I don’t feel worthy enough.” You scrunch your face, and Mingyu needs to contain himself before he reaches out to squish your face.

Funnily enough, Mingyu doesn’t feel offended when you say this, just entirely dumbfounded that the things that are supposedly good are the reason why you don’t want to go on a date with him. Plus, what do you mean you’re not worthy enough?

“I’m nothing like that. No one is perfect”

You roll your eyes and wave a hand in dismissal. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You’re still too handsome. If you’re, like, only a little handsome, I would’ve said yes.”

Mingyu bursts into laughter, not getting what you’re saying at all and finding the whole thing funny at this point. But if there’s one thing you should’ve known about him, it’s that he’s stubborn and he’s competitive.

He’s not the basketball captain for no reason.

“You know you’re not making any sense?” He asks after his laughter dies down. But then something hits his mind and he gets serious. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“I still do.” You reassure, much too chill like the feeling doesn’t bother you. Should Mingyu be grateful? “But I told you you’re too handsome and a little burdensome to date. That’s why I confessed, did I not tell you? I just wanted you to reject me and move on from then.”

Mingyu blinks once. And then twice. Mouth a little ajar as his head tries to proceed your words

Not one single word from your mouth makes sense. Did you just say you confessed to him because you want to get rejected? Anyhow, now he knows you still like him and that leaves him one thing to do: convince you to go on a date with him.

“There’s no way I’m letting you move on.” He grins, now sure about his plan moving forward. You look at him confused, though he can tell that you’re a little flustered and he can’t help but think he wants to see more of that. “You’re going on a date with me, alright?”

You huff a chuckle, incredulous, and one corner of your lip lifts in genuine amusement. “I guess if you’re able to convince me somehow.”

“Deal.” Mingyu grins and you feel giddiness fill you inside out like never before as he stares at you with determination. “Remember that you allowed me to try. You don’t get to complain later on that I won’t stop following you every chance I get.”

[✾✾✾]

A/N: so here goes the latest shiny star!! this is both "Mingyu's birthday is closeby" and "I got a sudden strike of inspiration" lol. i finished writing this in like,, 2, 3 days? anyhow, i hope you like this as much as i do. pls do tell me what you think of it <;3 again, i didn't think shiny star would get to this point when i wrote wonwoo's lol but i'm thankful a lot of you seems to like it hehe

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sweetiesicheng · 1 year

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woozi - picnic

word count : 511

"d/n! watch out for people!”

you watched woozi chase after your daughter. your daughter kept laughing as she escaped woozi's grasp. meanwhile, woozi kept huffing as he tried to keep up with your unusually energetic daughter.

you were sitting on a picnic blanket on the grass, setting up lunch for all of you. woozi had been busy lately, so being able to spend time with him like this was so nice to you.

"i give up."

woozi suddenly plopped down on the picnic blanket before laying down next to you.

you laughed, "i think she's just really excited because it's been awhile since all of us went out," you reply as you started to open some containers of food.

"dad! come play with me!" you looked up at your daughter, who ran over to woozi and grabbed his arm. "come on, come on!" she exclaimed, pulling your husband's arm again.

"in a few minutes, sweetie," woozi replied, trying to shake off d/n's grip.

"babe, are you hungry?" you asked your daughter. she looked at you and nodded her head. "sit down and eat," you said to her.

your daughter sat down on the blanket, and you handed her food. you looked at woozi, who was still tired.

"you gonna eat?" you asked him.

"a nap sounds so great right now."

you laughed, "sit up and eat. i packed a lot," you mentioned.

"give me like fifteen minutes," woozi said and threw his arm over his face.

you shook your head and started eating from one the containers you had opened, letting woozi rest.

"hey mom?" you hummed in response, indicating that you were listening to her, "can i become a singer like dad?" she asked you.

"a singer? i don't see why not," you replied to her, "but it takes a long time. there's lot of practice and commitment to it. your dad worked really hard to get to where he is today, and it didn't happen overnight," you said to her. she nodded her head as you spoke. "why do you want to be a singer?" you asked her.

"dad looks like he has fun on those big stages!" she answers, "i wanna have fun like him."

you smiled, "we'll see, okay?" you replied to her.

she nodded her head and finished eating.

you looked around, noticing a playground near by, "go play. make sure that i can see you," you said to her.

"okay!" d/n got up from the blanket and ran off to go play.

"did you hear her?" you asked woozi.

"mhm."

woozi removed his arm that was over his face and sighed.

"she wants to be like her father," you said to him. "father daughter duo? i'd like that actually," you said with a laugh.

woozi sat up and scooted over so he was next to you. he looked at your daughter, who was climbing on the monkey bars.

"it'd be cute," he commented, grabbing the sandwich you made for him from one of the containers you had laid out. "maybe, we'll see."

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twogyuu · 1 year

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baby, it's cold outside

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Synopsis: You'd think after two years of being by his side, moments like this would get easier.

Genre: Fluff, mild angst, heir!seungcheol, best friend's younger sister!reader, older brother!jihoon

Warnings: One mention of champagne, reader is insecure, unedited, very very very mildly suggestive at the end?

WC: ~2.5K

A/N: For my sugar daddy, mingyu @nu-replies ��🤣💙 I do apologize at how angsty this turned out (like fr reader needs to stop being so doubtful but honestly same if it was rich hot cheol), but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 🥺 Best of luck - I hope you get cuffed by Choi Seungcheol this year! Rooting for you, bestie ✊🏻

Drabble to my series, Terrifyingly Innocent! (this takes place about a year and a half since the ending, i think? i cannot math rn LOL - OC's back from Greece, in her senior year!)

Can be read as a stand alone.

These events never got easier no matter how many of them you attended with Seungcheol.

Grateful for finding an empty balcony, you threw one last glance over your shoulder, back at your boyfriend chatting with Wonwoo and another heir named Minghao. You figured someone must've cracked a joke as Seungcheol was chuckling into the back of his hand, his lips pressed together tight to prevent himself from spitting any champagne out. Similarly, Wonwoo had that constipated expression on his face where his lips were pulled between his teeth and he looked anywhere but other people.

With a heavy sigh, you pushed open the tall balcony window, draped in purple silk, stepping into the cold night. Goosebumps rose on your arm, but you welcomed the breath of fresh air compared to the stuffiness inside. Your heels clicked against the concrete deck, coming to a halt at the stone railing, slowly drinking in the view beneath you.

You had imagined that this was what it was like standing from the balcony of Buckingham Palace. Wonwoo’s family had rented out a Victorian mansion on the outskirts of the city for a New Year’s celebration. They had invited several business partners and other elite families – many who you recognized from tabloids, but also many you’ve never seen before. The exterior was largely made of sandstone, including the balcony you were standing on, other parts that have been remodeled were constructed with concrete. Despite the cold weather, the lawns on either side of the stone pathway that you had used to come in earlier, were perfectly green and well-trimmed. The shrubs were empty of leaves, but the branches perfectly clipped – you’d like to think that they had purple flowers spotted amidst them in the spring. For miles and miles were just rolling hills, the occasional oak tree interrupting the perfect curves every now and then. The city skyline was well-defined in the dark night, white and yellow lights flickered in the distance, alive for the festivities.

The serenity of the night was eerie, but oddly comforting. The cold air pierced your lungs with each breath, but it was better than the humidity of so many bodies packed into one building inside. Part of you wanted to stay by your boyfriend’s side, but the lack of lingering eyes from jealous heiresses or disapproving relatives felt like a weight off your shoulder. You were grateful to spend New Year’s with your boyfriend finally after a year abroad, but smiling when it was forced made your cheeks hurt and made you tired.

You knew to expect this – dating the one and only heir of Sebong Holdings. Since Seungcheol graduated and started taking on more responsibilities in his father’s business, he had slowly been working his way back into the public eye. People whispered behind his back, awaiting his downfall like five years ago when he made the front cover of magazines with Kyungsoon. Others watched him in awe at how he commanded the room whenever he walked in. Mothers had their daughters lined up at his father’s door, awaiting any minute for a chance to make him their son-in-law. You were thankful that Mr. Choi was supportive of your relationship, but the pressure to be a model girlfriend was overwhelming at times – especially when you were only a senior in university, without a business or a fancy title behind your name. According to Wonwoo, news of Seungcheol seeing a “normal person” had spread among the wealthy, but no one seemed to know your name or status quite yet.

Yet – that was the keyword.

“There you are,” Seungcheol mumbled as he engulfed you in a back hug. Still with his suit jacket on, he pulled you into his chest, trying his best to cover your bare arms with either sides of the polyester material and shield you from the night. A chill shot down your spine when he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, shifting from foot to foot, your heels growing uncomfortable. You twisted to get a better look at him to no avail.

“Hugging you – what does it look like?” he mumbled.

You chuckled softly, spinning in his hold to face him. Your hands rested against his abdomen, the fabric of his white collared shirt warm from his skin. You peered up at him through your lashes, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. Despite being together for almost two years now, Seungcheol being this close never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice just low enough for you to hear. His hands rested on your hips.

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Nothing.”

He cocked an eyebrow at the way your voice shot up an octave.

“Y/N.”

“It’s fine really,” you looked down at your feet.

Gently, Seungcheol grabbed your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting your face up to look at him. His brows were crinkled together, the space between them creased in concern, a soft pout taking over his cherry lips.

“Did someone say something to you?” he asked, his tone rising – you could see his mind spiraling with hypothetical scenarios. “Do I need to talk to someone?”

“No and no,” you pushed his hand off.

“Then what’s bothering you?”

“It’s New Years, we should be happy,” you sighed, “Let’s just . . . forget about it and talk about it later?” A hand perched on his arm, you turned to face the railing again, waving off in the distance. “It’s almost midnight, isn’t it? We’re gonna miss the fireworks.”

He spun you back around into him.”We should be happy, but you’re not, and therefore, I am not.” He tilted his head to the side. “Now, what’s bothering you? We promised to be honest.”

You did – it was stupid promise, but one that the both of you lived by in order to better communicate with one another. You were stubborn and shy with your feelings and Seungcheol hated burdening you with his own. The constant reminder of the promise was one of the few ways you’d get one or the other to talk.

Your eyes flickered up to his face then back to your fingers that were fiddling with buttons on his jacket. You opened your mouth and then closed it again, formulating the words in the back of your mind. Seungcheol was patient, knowing you always needed a minute or two before expressing your thoughts.

“It’s . . . all of this,” you mumbled.

“This?” Seungcheol cocked an eyebrow at you.

You let go of his jacket and spread your arms to your side, gesturing at your dress, his suit, the party inside. “This – I don’t know what to call it . . . your . . . lifestyle? These big events with these big names.”

Seungcheol nodded, slowly understanding what you were getting at. “And what about this?”

“I’m . . . truly grateful I get to attend them with you every now and then, let alone be invited on New Year’s Eve in a literal castle,” you looked up, the peak of the building towering over you. “Only a few people could imagine being at an event as beautiful and lavish as this,” You sucked in a shaky breath. “But it gets overwhelming sometimes.”

“Like you don’t deserve it?” Seungcheol pressed further, a hint of sorrow in his tone.

“A little,” you said in a small voice, “I feel . . . mediocre? By your side. Small – like I don’t matter. Like . . . I’m not good enough for . . . your people.”

“Y/N,” Seungcheol hummed. His hands came up to rub your arms, as if to warm them up. He proceeded to wrap his arms around your shoulders, nesting his chin on your shoulder.

You chuckled half-heartedly. “It’s stupid – I told you . . . same problem, different day.”

“It’s not stupid, okay?” Seungcheol was quick to remind you. “Even if it is the same problem.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. You felt tears pricking at your waterline. You silently cursed yourself for ruining a perfectly beautiful evening – let alone, New Years Eve.

“What are you sorry for?” Seungcheol chortled. “I’m sorry for not noticing sooner tonight.”

“No,” you whined.

“I am,” he pulled back, frowning at the tears glistening in your eyes. He raised a hand, caressing your cheek, quick to swipe at the first one spilling over. “I love you and that’s all that matters, okay? Big names, rich aunties and uncles – don’t mind them. I want you to be comfortable by my side, but I also know stepping into that role takes time. I’d buy you the whole world if that’s what it takes.”

“You’re exaggerating,” you choked. “And . . . I don’t want the whole world . . .”

“I am, but I would try if you really asked for it,” the corner of Seungcheol’s lips twitched up into a smile. “But I also know,” he slipped both of his hands into your own, “That even if I tell you that right now, it doesn’t really help anyone, so . . . do you wanna get out of here?”

Your lips fell agape at his sudden offer. “The . . . party? And the fireworks?”

“We’ve been here long enough,” Seungcheol tugged at his sleeve, revealing the silver Rolex around his wrist. “As exquisite as you are to look at, I’d rather be comfortable and watch the fireworks with you at home than here. It’s also only eleven – we can make it home in time.”

“Your dad?” you frowned. You didn’t want to disappoint the elder Choi either, not being able to hold up the role as his heir’s soon-to-be-betrothed (in a few years that is.)

Seungcheol shrugged. “Doubt he’d bat an eye – it’s New Year’s after all,” he stepped towards you, the leather soles of his shoes pattering softly against the pavement. “Jihoon can hardly look at us when we talk about kissing . . . you really think he wants to witness what do lover’s do at midnight on nights like this?”

“Wonwoo . . .?”

It’s not that you didn’t want to experience his offer. To this day, he still made you anxious – the good kind of anxious, where butterflies flutter in your belly no matter how hard you clench your abdomen, your throat closes up, and your heart beating erratically.

“Baby,” Seungcheol threw his head back and stomped his feet playfully. He knew you were just trying to delay the intimate moment longer. “It’s cold outside,” his hand slipped into your own. He flexed his fingers, tightening his grip the second time as he slowly pulled you back towards the balcony door. He smiled at you, saccharine dripping from his eyes, the dimple on the left side of his cheek deepening.

“Let’s go.”

. . . .

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window of Seungcheol’s penthouse were drawn open. The lights of the evening, artificial and natural, spilled into his bedroom, mixing together and casting a haunting blue hue across the floor and his bed where you sat on the edge dressed in one of his hoodies, fuzzy slippers warming your feet. You swung your legs back and forth, admiring the skyline up close now.

Just exiting the bathroom, Seungcheol quickly clambered onto the bed and sat behind you, his legs on either side of your body. His arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your back into his chest – except this time, there was no suit jacket: just Seungcheol in a plain white t-shirt and his reading glasses, his hair still well-combed from the event earlier.

“Ten seconds,” Seungcheol whispered into your ear excitedly, peering at his watch sitting on the nightstand next to you.

“Ten seconds,” you repeated after him, voice equally soft.

Ten.

“Are we gonna count down out loud or . . .?” his voice trailed off.

Nine.

“Let’s just . . .” you replied, settling into his body.

Eight.

“Stay like this,” you finished.

Seven.

“You like the silence?” Seungcheol asked.

Six.

“It’s comfortable.”

Five.

“With you, that is,” you added.

Four.

Seungcheol smirked. “I have something to say though.”

Three.

You hummed softly, letting your head naturally tilt to the side. Seungcheol took it as an opportunity to nuzzle his chin into space.

Two.

“Can I say it yet?”

One.

“So much for silence,” you chuckled.

The fireworks exploded from a distance, a brilliant gold glittering the sky, followed by a burst of purple and blue. Though the pounding of the fireworks rumbled through your apartment, car horns honked on the streets below, he was the moment.

This was a different Choi Seungcheol you knew from the one clad in a slick black suit earlier. He pouted frequently and couldn't cook well. He was physically affectionate, spending every minute he can laying his head in your lap or his limbs tangled with yours, instead of the shy hold of your hand or the press of his fingers gentle in the small of your back at formal events. This version of Seungcheol preferred spicy tteokbokki from the vendor down the street from your internship to filet mignon on cold days. He felt most content walking down the street with you, hands locked in his pocket and wrapped around a hot pack, rambling about his day and letting his heart lead his words rather than his brain.

And for him, you were the moment. The girl that he might have loved a little longer than he was aware of it. The one who adored cherry blossoms and couldn't dance well. He took photos of without her knowing under the willow tree. She loved him, but she hid it in the depths of the many layers of clothing she wore on the coldest days. She would listen to him until it was dark and her older brother called nagging for her to come back home, mindlessly running her fingers through his hair. It was a burden for anyone to stay by his side, but you stayed nonetheless - even if it was your first relationship.

(He hoped he could also be your last.)

You unraveled yourself from him, Seungcheol willingly released you as you turned around, now standing in between his legs.

“I’m glad it’s you – whenever, wherever, and always,” Seungcheol said softly.

“And me, you,” You leaned down, hands resting on his shoulder. “Thank you, truly.”

Smiling into the kiss, your lips locked. Seungcheol was quick to lay back, pulling you down with him, eliciting a small yelp from you. He chuckled heartily, quickly slotting his lips against yours again.

“Happy new year, Y/N,” he whispered between breaths.

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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accidental meeting | jjk

➵ summary; jungkook has to leave as an issue arises at work, leaving you to look after his son all by yourself. it’s going really well until an unexpected guest arrives.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; PG-13

word count; 2,301

content; oc meets the ex-wife by accident, angsty/fluffy

warnings; tiny bits of swearing, indicative in the end

a/n; another drabble for the dilf jk series !! it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months now so here ya go – enjoy ;)

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“What do you mean they’re thinking about not buying?”

You watch from your seat on Jungkook’s couch, Jihoon in your lap, playing with toys and excitingly showing them to you once in a while. You smile at the boy in your arms, accepting the toy he’s offering you before returning your focus to Jungkook who’s on the phone with one of his employees.

“These people are our best clients,” Jungkook tells the person on the other line. “We need them. We’ll lose millions without them.”

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as he listens to whatever his employee is saying. He doesn’t look or sound too happy when he glances back at you before sighing deeply in defeat.

“Stall them, please,” Jungkook orders, “I’ll be there in 15.”

He hangs up the phone, looking back at you with apologetic eyes. You offer him a small smile, silently telling him he doesn’t need to feel bad.

“Work is a mess today,” he says as he sits down on the couch next to you. Jihoon crawls into his father’s lap, settling himself there instead but still focuses on showing you his toys and not his father. Your heart warms at the way he’s so keen on interacting with you, especially when you haven’t been around him that much yet.

“I hate asking you this but would you mind looking after Jihoon until I get back? I’ll only be an hour or so,” Jungkook says after a moment of silence, the both of you just watching Jihoon. You meet Jungkook’s eyes, your own widened in surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to ask you this, not already. In fact, you thought he would bring Jihoon along or drop him off at his ex-wife’s place before going to the office. Hesitation is evident on your face as you glance between Jungkook and Jihoon, realizing that you haven’t been alone with Jihoon yet. The thought intimidates you to say the least.

“I know it’s a lot to ask. You don’t have to, I can just bring him-“

“No, it’s fine,” you cut off Jungkook almost instantly, recovering from the slight panic you felt and smile at him. He looks at you for a moment, trying to decipher if you mean it or not. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Nodding, you lean over and give him a quick peck on the lips. Jungkook is smiling when you pull away again.

“Alright,” he sighs. You watch with a smile as he turns Jihoon to face him, telling him that he’ll be gone for a bit but that you’re gonna stay with him until he gets back. Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind it, not really caring what his father says as he slides off Jungkook’s lap and runs to his room, probably to get a new toy.

“Okay, he doesn’t care at all,” Jungkook chuckles as he gets up from the couch. You follow suit, walking him to the front door. He grabs his jacket and his car keys before checking if he has his phone too. “Minji will pick him up later but I’ll be back before then,” he tells you as he steps closer.

“Alright. We’ll have lots of fun until you get back then,” you assure him, smiling up at him when you feel one of his arms slide around your waist. Your arms snake their way around his neck automatically, a rush of excitement filling your stomach as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. Before pulling away entirely, he leaves a few soft pecks against your lips.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” he mutters.

“Go,” you whisper in response, pecking his lips one more time before pushing him towards the door. He’s grinning at you, thanking you before slipping out of the door, closing and locking it behind him. A sigh leaves you as you turn on your heel and head towards Jihoon’s room. Might as well play in his room until his father gets back. Maybe that way he won’t notice he’s gone and won’t start crying because it’s you who’s with him instead.

Everything is perfect and stress-free – no crying fits or tantrums that would scare you from having kids in the near future have unfolded so far and to be honest, you think it’s going pretty damn well. Jungkook has texted you a few times, letting you know he’ll be on his way soon. You’ve told him several times to not stress about it, that you and Jihoon are having fun and that the two of you will be just fine until he gets back.

Until you weren’t anymore, that is.

There’s knocking on the front door barely an hour after Jungkook left. You get up from the floor in Jihoon’s room, confusion written all over your face as you tell him you’ll be right back. You reach the door just as the unknown person begins to knock again. You open the door, revealing a woman. A very beautiful woman to be frank. Her features gives her away immediately and you can’t help but freeze in your spot in front of her.

This is Jihoon’s mother.

Jungkook’s ex-wife.

A woman you haven’t met yet and you’re not sure if she knows about you yet. You’ve only been dating Jungkook for a few months after all.

“Who the hell are you?” Minji asks, not greeting you whatsoever.

“I- um,” you don’t know what to tell her. To be fair, it does look kinda sketchy – a stranger in her ex-husband’s home, her son nowhere in sight. “I’m ____.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, pushing past you and wandering into Jungkook’s apartment, looking around and trying to locate Jihoon. When she doesn’t spot him on his dinosaur blanket, she turns to you with an angry expression that doesn’t sit right with you at all.

“Where’s my son?”

Before you can even think about pointing her in the direction of his room, she steps closer, arms crossed over her chest.

“Or better yet, where’s Jungkook?”

Just as you open your mouth to answer all of her questions, Jungkook walks through the front door, a content smile on his face until he spots you and his ex-wife in the middle of the living room. His face falls into a worried expression as he notices the uncomfortable look on your face. Minji quickly catches on and chuckles sarcastically.

“Oh, great! There you are,” Minji fakes a smile, looking rather unpleased as she turns her back to you and makes her way to Jungkook. “You really left your hook-up to look after our son? What the hell is wrong with you, Jungkook?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m not-“

Minji glares at you, causing you to stop talking, “honey, I don’t care what you are.”

Ouch.

“Minji…” Jungkook sighs in defeat, looking exhausted compared to when he arrived barely a minute ago. If this is what she was like when he was with her, no wonder he divorced her. You’ve just met her and you’ve already decided that you’re gonna be very careful around her. She doesn’t seem like a person you want to piss off or be on the bad side of.

“Jungkook, what won’t your son think of you when you leave him alone with women like her?”

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s from behind Minji. You can tell he’s feeling bad for not being here when his ex-wife arrived, a frown on his face as he looks at you. You offer him a half-smile, hoping it’s enough to let him know that you’re fine. That her words don’t affect you as much as they could’ve. You’re not sure if he believes you or not but he leaves it for now, turning his attention back to Minji.

“First of all, ____ is not just a hook-up,” he begins, turning on his heel to make his way to Jihoon’s room. Minji glances back at you for a short moment before following in Jungkook’s heels. Jihoon soon emerges from his room, spotting his mother immediately. A bright grin spreads across his face as he cutely runs towards her, allowing himself to be scooped up in her arms.

“Mommy!”

“Hi, baby!” Minji coos, smooching his cheek before poking his tiny nose.

You can’t help but smile at the sight, noticing how Minji’s entire aura changed the second she saw her son coming at her, all excited and happy. Jungkook isn’t smiling though, he looks at Minji as if he’s about to scold her, a disapproving look on his face.

“Second, Jihoon has met ____ a few times already and they get along pretty well,” Jungkook tells his ex-wife as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I would never bring someone to meet Jihoon if I wasn’t serious about them, alright? You of all people should know that.”

Minji doesn’t seem to know what to say so she lets out a defeated sigh and nods, silently telling Jungkook that she understands. You watch from your spot a few feet away, not sure what to do or say when she glances at you shortly – still looking rather unsatisfied with your presence.

“I’ll go get his stuff,” Minji tells Jungkook and steps around him, heading for Jihoon’s room with him still resting on her hip. Once they’ve left the room, Jungkook is by your side. You smile up at him but he doesn’t reciprocate it, hand coming up to softly brush over your cheek.

“You okay?” He asks, concern etched on his face.

You nod, “yeah, I’m fine. I’ve been called worse.”

Jungkook sighs deeply when you let out a chuckle, trying to relieve the tension, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when she showed up. She didn’t call to say she would pick him up earlier.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure him, “nothing terrible happened.”

Jungkook knows you’re right. Nothing bad happened (except for Minji calling you his hook-up when you’re far from that at this point) but Jungkook still feels bad for not being here when his ex-wife showed up. He can only imagine the panic you must’ve felt the moment you opened the door and realized who it was. Minji can come off as quite intimidating when she meets new people; especially people who are involved with Jungkook.

“This was not how you guys were supposed to meet,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in for a hug. You chuckle again, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him back. “I had it all planned out but I guess that’s not relevant anymore.”

Before you can give him any sort of response, someone clears their throat. You and Jungkook let go of each other and turn to face Minji. She’s staring at the two of you, an unreadable expression on her face as her eyes shift between you and Jungkook. She glances at Jungkook’s arm that is still snaked around your waist to keep you close.

“Got everything?” Jungkook asks, letting go of you entirely before moving closer to her and Jihoon. You stay back, watching as Jungkook scoops his son from Minji’s arms, throwing him in the air before hugging him close to his chest. Jihoon laughs and hugs his father back, his small arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. You feel your heart grow twice in size as you watch them interact, feeling all sorts of things as Jungkook tells Jihoon goodbye.

“I’ll see you next week, buddy,” Jungkook says, squatting to put Jihoon down. Jihoon grabs onto his mother’s hand, letting himself be tugged along towards the front door.

“Say ‘bye, daddy’,” Minji tells Jihoon right before they leave through the door.

“Bye, daddy!” He waves at Jungkook before waving at you too, “bye bye, ____!”

“Bye, Jihoon!” You grin, waving back at him.

Jungkook smiles at the short but adorable interaction, closing the front door after them. He sighs as he turns to face you again, apologetic eyes replacing his usual warm dark brown ones. A soft smile spreads across your face as he moves closer. Your heart swells when he slides his arms around your waist to hug you again, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“Don’t be,” you softly say as you embrace him in return, letting yourself be dragged towards the couch by him. You plop down on the couch, Jungkook laying himself between your legs, face still deeply buried between your neck and shoulder. Your hand caress his broad back, occasionally running up into his hair.

Jungkook lifts his head after a while of complete silence, meeting your eyes. He looks at you, chocolate brown eyes scanning your face as if to make sure you’re one hundred percent okay.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, cupping his face and thumbs brushing his cheeks, “I’m fine.”

“You’re too nice,” he says after a quiet moment, “anyone else would’ve been gone a long time ago. But not you… You’re still here.”

You smile, tugging him closer, “I am.”

His lips brush yours, breaths clashing.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You don’t get to ask him what for exactly before he’s closing the space between you, kissing you softly yet you feel it within the deepest part of you. Butterflies fill your stomach and Minji’s judging eyes and choice of words have perished from your mind as you slide your arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens.

When a soft, delicate moan escapes your lips and falls into Jungkook’s mouth, he sighs deeply and lets his hand bring one of your legs around his waist. When his other hand finds one of yours to pin it above your head, fingers intertwining, you know today’s accidental meeting will be forgotten and replaced by the man above you.

And by him only.

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 6 months

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I have been having this thot for a while

just imagine hoshi having a crush on cheol's gf, keeping it a secret from everyone, being hurt whenever he sees them together acting all lovey dovey with each other.

he knows that they love eachother but he cant help but think that if, what if it was him insted of cheol, loving u, kissing u, taking care of u, making love to u.

he didnt realize when his soft pure feelings for u turned into this intense passionate lust to make u his and his only.

having wet dreams about u two having this almost animalistic sex, he cant help but jerk off in the middle of the night.

oh....oh my.. the more i read on, the messier this got and yet i can't help but wish i found myself in a situation like this.... let me write you all the closest we'll get to this. and anon pairing: soonyoung x reader (indirectly) warnings: soonyoung is downright delulu for oc, shit ton of jealousy, fantasies of infidelity (fucking another man's girl), use of the nickname (sooyoo) and pet names (baby, sweetie, honey) NUMEROUS times, oc has size kink(loves how big sooyoo is, with that said...), dig bick soonyoung, "oblivious" cheol, lowkey not so humble bragger (loves letting everybody know 'you're his' type shit) cheol, jihoon & jeonghan feature, alcohol consumption, sorta subspace soonyoung??? (not proof read)

Open Arms - Kwon Soonyoung

soonyoung lazily turned the front door knob to his dark and cold apartment. The silence that enclosed him in the space made it all the more apparent that for yet another night, he was lonely and you were far from being his. the smell of his spirit-tainted clothes and mouth, clinging to him the way he'd hoped your body would've by the end of the night.

it's not that soonyoung wasn't happy for his friend seungcheol... actually, that's exactly what it was. he himself was taken aback by just how sincere-sounding his laughing along with everyone throughout dinner was, as you recalled how seungcheol had forgotten to transfer yours and his photos of your recent vacation from the disposable camera before he absent-mindedly threw it away this morning.

"well, excuse me, miss 'let's get a disposable camera to embody a true traveller's lifestyle' tsk" he pitched his voice a few octaves higher to mimic your statement from two weeks back. "ok bitch, first of all, I don't sound like that," you pinched seungcheol's cheek, leaving him scrunching his face in what the rest of the group members couldn't help but laugh off and interpret as pure agony "ow! damn what'd you pinch me for?" soonyoung rolled his eyes, "sickening..." he murmured to himself, dragging out a sip of his chilled bourbon, "and secondly, it's not my fault they haven't figured out a way to make 'em automatically transfer to your phone?! you'd know if what you had bothered to read the instructions token, mister" you playfully huffed.

"yeah, well, that'll teach us to never buy a two-dollar camera again. besides, I've got all those pretty pictures of you engraved in my mind" he chuckled, coming teasingly close to you, soonyoung with a frown less than containable, paying careful attention to the hand that danced its way around your waist from above the table. the hold on his glass visibly tightening, "ehem..." jeonghan pulled him from the boiler room of his thoughts. "you know, I never took you for the jealous kind." he jeered. "oh yeah? that obvious is it?" he placed his glass down on the table, the ice having burned his hand from how long it cupped it. "well, we've changed the conversation about three times and you've been staring at the...lack of a gap between cheol and y/n's waists for the past three minutes or so" his eyes now back to momentarily facing the place of general conversation, returning to see a ticked-off soonyoung. "c'mon aren't you of all people even a little grossed out by the excessive amount of pda right now?" he gestured his hand to the direction of yourself and seungcheol, who currently were giggling to yourselves about whatever seungcheol fucked up this time around. "I dunno, I think they're kinda cute" jeonghan teasingly knocked his shoulder against soonyoung's. he lived for the sole purpose of annoying his friends, and soonyoung was no exception. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air." he abruptly stood up from the table, all eyes now on him, a mix of unphased and all-the-more apparent confusion splashed across the table's faces. "everything alright, sooyoo?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, glossy pillowy lips turned down all just the same. oh, how his heart ached and his ears perked all at once at the nickname. expression softening at your concern "just peachy!" a wide grin making its way unknowingly across his face, "let us know if you need anything bud." your boyfriend just couldn't help himself could he. always feeling the need to butt in and ruin things. the sweet gaze you'd bestowed him, he'd quickly tattooed in his mind, now turned bitter by cheol's genuine remark of concern. "will do." soonyoung thumbed up, not even turning to face cheol as he walked out the door.

"what was that about?" jihoon now sat adjacent to jeonghan, filling soonyoung's seat, "mmhhm," he shrugged, "something about bitter and sweet..." it had only occurred to him now as he replayed the night's events that he'd never actually turned back and had gotten all the way home. "fuck..." he muttered. too drained physically and emotionally to turn back and apologize for taking long, even though the bar was across the street. "what's that asshole have that I don't?" he thought, taking his shoes off before placing them on their spotlit shelf before hurriedly moving to the primary bathroom. now disrobing himself and hopping into the shower, the tension leaving his body as the steam fogged up the glass of the box and mirrors. he thought the anxiety had fully rid itself from him, only for it to creep back once he'd made his way out of the shower to see two notifications from you, one being a missed call. his mind raced, thinking of how upset or hurt you must've been for him to have walked out, judging by the time, he was almost certain dinner was long over by now. he hesitantly played the voice note, only to be pleasantly surprised with your honey-coated voice and the soft humming of the car. "hey sooyoo, you left your coat on your seat and you weren't back by the time dinner wrapped up so cheollie and I took your coat for you." a humph of satisfaction erupting from him but your boyfriend's nickname left a bitter taste in his mouth. "hey bud,' the male's voice interjected, blaring through the phone's speaker, turning the volume down in annoyance he continued to listen "y/n thought about dropping it off for you but we'll swing by tomorrow. i told her, knowing your rowdy ass, you're probably not even home yet so we figured we wouldn't bother you." he chuckled, to which soonyoung involuntarily rolled his eyes in distaste. "anyways sooyoo, drink some water and get some rest. we'll see you tomorrow around noon-ish... if you ever need anybody to talk to...I'm here." he was in agony. oh, how badly he wished you wouldn't speak to him as a mere friend, how he craved for there to be space to drop the formalities, so desperate for you that he'd let you speak to him wherever and however you wanted. he loved your cute voice, how it deepened a bit in your fits of rage, how raspy and raw he'd imagine it to be if you had chosen to spend the night with him. in all the apparentness of his loneliness, the closest he had to physical consolement being his silk pjs and his weighted blanket. their respective embraces only prompting him to shift deep into thought.

how he wished it were him instead of seungcheol whose arms you found solace in. how he wished you'd laugh at his jokes with nearly as much relish as you did your boyfriend's. how he wished you wouldn't have to enlighten him of your support of him, how if it was you and him, you'd be there with open arms, and without the exchange of a single word, he'd fall into them as you encasing him tightly with your plush arms. he yearned for your kisses peppering his face as tears rolled down his soft cheeks. he ached for your words of comfort.

"it's ok baby, i'm right here." you rubbed his head, pampering him with soft pats and rubs along his back. "I'm all yours, I promise." you spoke softly to him, not wanting to break the intimate bubble encasing the two of you. "mine?" he sniffled staring into your eyes, the eyes that only softened when they saw him. the eyes he got lost in frequently upon your encounters. wanting nothing more but to drown in your pupils. "mhm." you agreed with a soft smile which only ever melted his heart. you found yourselves in his bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed, angling your head to close the gap between the two of you "but what about seungcheol?" the feeling of jealousy now replaced with genuine concern "like I said baby, I'm all yours." hesitance soon forgotten as he leaned in, your lips even softer than that of what he imagined, hints of cocoa now smothered on his top lip from your gloss, not that he minded.

he was in ecstasy, the one person he ached for most in this world, was right in front of him. he'd long forgotten seungcheol whose obliviousness he chuckled at, as he replayed your words in his head "yours..."

soon after, your figure was sandwiched between his thighs. his towel licking a long stripe up his length, your doe eyes staring up into his through your B9 false lashes, too lazy from the night's festivities to remove your makeup, you summoned the remainder of your energy to make him feel special and feel special he did, the maintenance of eye contact sending a shudder along his spine. "you're so nice and big honey, " you tease, leaving a kiss on his tip, staining it with your lip gloss "can barely fit you in my hands, let alone my mouth." soonyoung's chest heaving in desperation at this point. you'd teased him for what had only been a mere 45-second interval but to him, resembled a century. "please baby, don't tease." the sight of his own tip flushed an angry pink tone, precum threatening to leak and splotches of your glittery lip gloss had him ready to explode.

"so impatient..." you slapped his thigh lightly, his abs flexing upon the sting post-contact. before he could get another word in, you sunk your mouth onto his length for the first time that evening. "oh fuck," the sight of you so eager to please him, and so abruptly too had him in a frenzy. "I knew your pretty mouth was good for more than just talking" the globs of spit that remained on the sides of his cock each time you glided up soon forming a pool at its base. you collected some and used it as lube to tug at the parts of him you couldn't fit. "just like that, sweetie" he praised you as your hand and mouth worked rhythmically in unison. the pet name had your pussy drooling. you were so cock-hungry, the portion of him you already had filling your mouth wasn't enough. you took it upon yourself to push yourself all the way down on him, nose touching his pelvic bone and his tip reaching the far back of your throat "fuck that's it, baby, fuck-, just like that sweetie" soonyoung was nothing short of a gentleman, he wasn't one to be a pusher but he couldn't help but to be eager. especially when you sucked him off so good.

tears welled in your eyes as you repeated the motion, you wanted your baby to feel good, judging by how his hitched breathing and whines got more audible, you were doing a great job. "fuck sweetie, I love you so much" the rambling mess he'd become was a clear indication he was close, a few more tugs of his cock and you had him cumming all over your pretty face. the sight made his cock twitch. being the freak he was, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you, creamy white goodness and all.

the only thing stopping him was the sudden knock on the front door. pulling him into a void of post-nut clarity, allowing him to open his eyes to the pathetic sight of his empty, now un-fitted sticky bed sheet, with the only token of gratitude, he imagines you to have left him being a new stain on his favourite ivory satin sheet.

"well shit..."

AN: AHHHHHHH my first full length fic, fucking hell i'm so excited for you all to read this. like WHAT? I ACTUALLY LIKE MY WORK FOR ONCE (I'll definitely come back to proof-read my work in the morning and be like "what the fuck?"). to the person who mad this request. thank you so much my love, you;ve helped me regain my confidence and I'm so very sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, I know you asked me in the early parts of this year and I just couldn't pull myself out of this slump. thank you and I hope you like it. much love to you all and keep requesting! xoxo, gossip girl... just kidding 1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess.

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sungbeam · 2 years

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HEY DUCKIE <3

this is my request for your open request event

a svt au/fic (w wonwoo if you can but I don't mind who it is tbh) where fem!oc is another members older sister and (im going to say wonwoo but I really don't mind who it is haha) wonwoo has the BIGGEST FATTEST JUICIEST crush on her and oc is the biggest flirt ever so wonwoos convinced she likes (any other member im just giving an example again) sungcheol, oc is also completely unaware of said crush and oc is just like really cool (idk why but I just imagine her being one of those people everyone wants to be friends w) so everyday wonwoo just falls for her more, until he asks her out on a drunk date and the other members end up tagging along (its up to you if you want it to be a happy or a sad ending)

I just made this up on the spot 😭

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵

jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

1.8k words, wonu is whipped asf, hard pining, fluff, cursing, vernon makes an accidental double entendre lmao, scene by scene!, wonu thinks u like hoshi, drinking/drunk wonu doesn't make sense, kind of abrupt ending ? cries, not proofread ofc

a/n: tysm for sending in a request hua <3 i wasn't able to fit in the actual date im sorry :') but i might write a sequel where we can go into more detail abt the sebongs following the date 👀✨ anyways i hope u enjoy!! (also literally can't believe u came up w all of that on the spot i mean hOw TT)

"I think you just need to tell her, hyung," Boo Seungkwan shouted to Jeon Wonwoo from over the sound of the loud bass blasting throughout Seungcheol's apartment. As per usual, the gang had all conspired to barge in on Seungcheol's place and throw a mini party for themselves. They called it a "stress reliever"; Seungcheol preferred "stress multiplier".

Wonwoo's eyes flitted across the living room to where you were stationed at Cheol's foosball table by the window. You were partnered with Hoshi, and played against Seokmin and Mingyu. The two of you—you and Hoshi—had been jostling each other around with playful punches to each other's arms, hands covering each other's to play their handles, and so on. It was a splendid affair of flirting, and it made Wonwoo gulp his cup of beer down hard.

Seungkwan went on. "I mean, noona's just flirty like that to everyone, y'know? Everyone except for me—"

"And me," Wonwoo muttered under his breath.

Seungkwan pretended he didn't hear it. "—so you never know! You just… air it out. What harm could it do?"

What harm? Wonwoo loved Seungkwan (to a private extent; he wasn't about to tell the kid outright or he would never live it down), but even he had to admit that there was bound to be some kind of harm in confessing his massive crush on you. It was strange at first, the way his heart always made a little skip when he saw you, or the way his breath hitched whenever he heard you say his name. And when you made conversation with him? He wondered how on earth he could even choke out the word "hi" back.

A presence appeared on the other side of Wonwoo, settling onto the leather couch with a bottle of soju in hand. "Yah, what bullshit are you trying to tell him this time, Seungkwannie-ah?" Jihoon sighed, then pursed his lips against the bottle and took a drink.

Seungkwan gaped. "Bullshit? Hyung! I'm literally Yn's brother; I know best!"

Wonwoo tilted his head in begrudging agreement. Seungkwan definitely had a point there.

He glanced your way again, in time to watch Hoshi pick you up and spin you around after the two of you managed to win the match against Seokmin and Mingyu.

Wonwoo's heart sank, but he was glad you won—even if your smile was so pretty and happy it made his chest ache; even if Hoshi got to smell that nice perfume you wore all the time; and even if your eyes found his in the midst of the chaos—

Record scratch. Oh fuck.

Wonwoo wondered if he looked as calm outwardly as he wasn't inwardly. Dear god, you just waved at him.

He couldn't help but smile back at you, in that soft, fond sort of way he had unique to him. Maybe he couldn't scramble the words together to tell you his true feelings, but maybe the universe would send you a message in that private way of his.

Wonwoo definitely wished the universe would just speed up in its "working its magic". It was taking an awfully long time to give him a sign, but it was terribly good at continuing to make him fall faster and harder. Falling for you was falling into a bottomless pit, but it was freeing and frightening at the same time.

He didn't often believe in fate, but desperate people found faith. Not that he was desperate or anything. No, definitely not.

"Wonwoo!"

Well, there went his heart.

A small smile found its was to his lips as he turned to greet you. You and Seungkwan had just arrived at the restaurant, and you happened to greet him first. Coincidence? Probably. At least, that was what Wonwoo thought.

"Hey, Yn-ah," he said lowly, softly.

Your smile softened at its corners and in the crinkle of your eyes. You stopped behind his chair with one hand propped on the back. Oh good god he could smell your perfume— "Good to see you! I feel like it's been ages since I last got to talk to you. Still running that book club?"

His eyebrows shot up like the speed of his heartbeat. "You remembered?"

"Of course, I did! You can ask Kwannie; it's all I talk about."

Seungkwan made a face, his nose wrinkling. "Yeah, it is," he confirmed. "If she didn't have to work, she'd be there, hyung. I'll tell you that." He sank into the seat next to Vernon and Chan, the two of whom were hogging the paper checklist for All You Can Eat sushi.

Wonwoo couldn't believe his ears. He'd known you loved to read, but he didn't realize you actually cared about his book club. When he looked at you, he could've sworn there was a smattering of pink on your cheekbones.

Cute.

He tugged out the empty chair next to him. "Here, please, you should sit—"

"YN-IEEEE!" Hoshi screeched from the other end of the table like a hyena. He waved his arms around wildly. "I saved you a seat!" He smacked his hand down against the empty seat beside him, beckoning you over.

You chuckled to yourself. "Ah, sorry Woo. Gotta go cater to our tiger cub. But we'll have to catch up on book talk soon, yeah?"

"Of course," he promised with a small nod of his head.

You bit your lip through your smile, your hand grazing his shoulder, and then you were gone. Wonwoo kind of wished you'd sat down next to him instead.

Wonwoo was drinking again. Why? Well, the reason he would say was because Seungcheol was paying. The actual reason was because you showed up to Joshua's promotion celebration in a killer little black dress. No, it was not killer, but rather murderous. As in, he was murdering his throat as he threw back shot after shot, trying to erase the delusional little fantasies popping up in his head.

"I think you need to chill," Vernon said with a hand over Wonwoo's to stop him from reaching for his fifth shot of the night. Vernon's eyebrows creased in concern. "Like, respectfully. But drinking isn't gonna erase that dress—I mean, you probably wanna erase the—"

"Jesus, Vernon," Wonwoo swore. Now he'd done it. Delusional just got ramped up a level. What was it? Was he a simp now?

Wonwoo dragged a hand down his face. It wasn't like he wasn't dressed nicely either. He thought he looked pretty damn good when he'd walked out in the slightly unbuttoned black button down and suit jacket, tailored suit pants, the works. He'd even tried his hand at the slightest bit of black eyeliner, and at this point, it was just gonna end up smudged. "I'm not trying to forget," he enunciated the latter word very carefully against Vernon's megawatt smile, "I'm just trying to… distract myself."

"It's just a little sad, bro. You and Yn used to be really close before…"

"She and Hoshi got close," Wonwoo finished half-heartedly. That called for another shot.

"No, I mean, before you realized your undying love for her and decided to be melodramatic about it." At Wonwoo's scowl, Vernon's hands shot up in the air in surrender. "Respectfully."

Both of the men's eyes wandered over to where you and Hoshi were currently taking pictures together to the side. It was like a miniature James Bond-esque photoshoot, and even Joshua had ditched his celebrators to join you. He had practically stolen you from Hoshi, the latter of which pouted while he watched Seokmin take yours and Joshua's pictures.

Wonwoo grabbed another shot glass from the bar counter behind him, and just as he did so, Vernon joined him.

"We might as well finally test who's got the higher tolerance," Vernon said with a shrug.

Wonwoo laughed and clinked his glass against Vernon's. "Cheers, my friend."

And in the end, Vernon had ended up being the one passed out on Joshua's shoulder in the back of an Uber. The night had dulled as the friends all slowly became either too tired or too drunk to continue partying. With Joshua and Vernon gone, Seungcheol began plucking off the rest to make sure everyone had a ride home.

However, Wonwoo remained slumped at the bar, his chin propped on his arms as they laid on the bar counter. He drew aimless hearts on the surface of the polished wood, mind somewhere in the realm of rose-tinted sunsets. The alcohol was definitely hitting him now, and even if he didn't become ape-shit crazy when drunk, he did become a little more… lovey-dovey.

He felt a hand clasp him on the shoulder. "Your lucky night, Woo," Junhui said to him with a slyness in his voice. "Yn-ie wants to make sure you're okay."

Wonwoo hardly registered Jun's words or his departure, but he did realize that you were sliding onto the barstool next to him and calling the bartender for a glass of water. The water glass was pushed toward him, and you nudged his arm.

"Sit up, Wonwoo. Come on, let's drink some water for me, hm?"

Wonwoo did not move; except, his eyes slowly adjusted to fix upon you. There was this sort of… flushed glow about you that made you look like an angel in this hazy daze of his. "Mm-mm," he hummed with a miniscule shake of his head.

Your face contorted into an adorable confused expression that made him smile. "Everyone's leaving, Woo. We gotta sober you up."

"Are you sober?" He murmured. His words were slurred slightly, but he spoke so low anyway that one couldn't tell.

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "Not really. But I'm a lot more sober than you are. I saw you drinking earlier, mister," you teased, wagging your finger at him.

He giggled—yes, giggled.

"Were you drinking so much for a reason?" You asked offhandedly as you nudged him to drink the water again.

This time, Wonwoo slowly sat up and took the water cup. "Mhm," he said into the cup as he took a little sip. "You."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Mhm." Wonwoo drained the water cup and set it on the table. "If I drink more water, will you take me out?"

"Take—" you stammered, eyes wide, "—take you out? You want me to like… take you home? Take you outside? Take—"

Wonwoo shook his head. "Mm-mm," he slurred again. He propped the side of his head against his fist this time, viewing you from a slightly different angle that made your cheeks look rosy and your expression bashful. Or was that reality? "Take me out on a date. You owe me for drinking water like you wanted me to."

Okay, so maybe he was really drunk. He was gonna slap himself in the morning for this.

You laughed, but it wasn't the kind of laughter where you thought he was being hilariously ridiculous. Rather, you found him so endearingly adorable with his shameless words and goofy grin. You kind of wished he smiled like that all the time—without restraint.

But you were nodding, and Wonwoo was grinning from ear to ear like he'd won a million dollars.

"Okay," you said, your lips curling upward as you stood up and offered a hand to him, "I'll take you out, Wonwoo."

a/n: pls do remember to rb, comment, etc if u liked it!! ty for reading :3

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ithinkabouttzu · 7 months

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My Favorite - Park Jihoon

Genre and Warnings! Fluff; romance. Jealousy

Word count! 1.06k

Description! When date night doesn’t go as plan, how can you show Jihoon that he’s your favorite?

a/n: This was requested a bunch, sorry if it’s a little short but it’s so cute, we love fluffy jihoon here !! 🤍

female oc x Park Jihoon

It’s Saturday, and you finally got your boyfriend, Jihoon, to yourself on one of his rare off days. For the past weeks he had been working extra hard, going back and forth between Japan and South Korea on tour, and promoting Treasures new album. Between that, there was rarely any time left for you guys to hang out at all. But by some chance, he finally had the day off to spend time with you.

“You ready? The movie is about to start” You hear the familiar deep voice from the other side of the door. “Ready” You reply back, looking in the mirror one last time, and examining your looks before heading out of the bathroom, and following your boyfriend to the front door. You were going to the movies with Jihoon, a movie you had been wanting to see with him for a while and you guys had finally had the chance to go see it. When you walked into the living room, the vision of Hyunsuk and Junghwan playing video games met your eyes. The intense game of call of duty creating tension in the big room. “Where are you guys headed?” Hyunsuk asks with almost no emotion. “You look nice, y/n” Junghwan says, only taking a brief second to look at your outfit, smiling at you, then focusing back to his game.

Jihoon audibly snickers at Junghwan’s nice comment. Junghwan has always been close to you. Being Jihoons girlfriend, you got used to being over at their place a lot. That also meant that you were close with the members too. Especially Junghwan, he would always ask if you wanted to play a video game, or have movie night on the couch if you were staying over that night. You were always his “favorite” and sometimes he would say little things like that to get a reaction out of Jihoon, your easily jealous boyfriend.

“We’re going to the movies actually!” You reply back, looking at Jihoon with a warning glare for his reaction to Junghwans comment earlier. “Can we come too?” Junghwan asks almost immediately, completely pausing the game to focus his attention on you and jihoon, looking at you both with pleading eyes. “No” Jihoon says plainly, giving little to no expression. He looked at Junghwan and Hyunsuk sharply with his arms crossed. Turning the idea down was almost the easiest thing he’s ever had to do the whole day. “Stop, Jihoon. Play nice” You whisper, elbowing him for his behavior. “You guys can come. If your ready to leave right now though, because we’re heading out the door right now” Jihoon changes his tone to a more dad like voice (by your request). He gets the keys off of the he holder and heads out the front door, pressing the unlock button on the key. “C’mon guys!” you motion Hyunsuk and Junghwan to follow you out of the door, in which they do so, almost immediately joining you two.

The car ride there was quiet really. The side profile of Jihoon was almost incredible. You could tell he was frustrated by the way he was clenching his jaw, and how his right hand never stopped gripping your thigh. He was getting possessive and you couldn’t help but find this side of him strangely attractive.

You’re the first one to get out of the car, unbuckling your seatbelt swiftly. “I’ll go get our tickets, okay?” You say to the boys, already marching up the the front of the theater. “I’ll come too” Junghwan shouts, catching up with you in a quick pace. His long legs making up for the extra steps you’ve already took. You could hear a loud sigh coming from Jihoon, all the way from the parking lot to the front entrance. It was going to be a long night for sure.

The tickets were easy to get and you guys were finally heading to the seats. Jihoon sat down first, motioning for you to come sit beside, in which you did. The other two boys were still getting popcorn. So it was a quick moment that you could have with Jihoon before they came along. “I’m sorry, I know you wanted us to spend some time together. I promise i’ll make it up to you later” You tell him softly. Quickly feeling regret now that tonight had been more of a group thing than a date night. “It’s okay babe.” He says smiling, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I know I’m your favorite” He chuckles, looking at you. You look at him back. Holding eye contact between you two, before you felt his soft lips press onto yours. You could feel your body heat up at the sudden sensation. Kissing him back almost immediately, before he broke the kiss with a laugh. “I really am your favorite, huh?” He asks. It was true, he was your favorite, and he would always be your favorite, time and time again. The rest of the night was a good time spent, the movie was good, and the dinner you guys had later was even better. It was now late, and you guys were finally getting back home. You open the door and kick off your shoes softly. Junghwan and Hyunsuk already moving past you to finish their video game hours later. Jihoon came in beside you, taking off his shoes and placing them beside the door. As your lovely boyfriend was walking past you and to the room, you stopped him, grabbing his forearm with your hand. He looks back at you, turning his head, curious to see what the matter was. “I forgot to tell you, you aren’t my favorite, Junghwan is!” You laugh, looking back at the other boys who heard you from the couch, and laughing along with you. You kiss his cheek softly before running into the room, leaving Jihoon to get teased by Hyunsuk and Junghwan for your silly comment. “Haha, she likes me more!” You could hear Junghwan laugh out to Jihoon from the living room. Still talking about the funny thing you said earlier. You could only imagine the look on your boyfriends face hearing that. He definitely was going to get you back in the future, you think, laughing to yourself. You were lucky for your boyfriend, and his sweet members too. It was a good night indeed.

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summoned (epilogue: pt. 16)

pairing: woozi x fem!reader/fem!OC

w.c. 1.8k (just a little fluff to end of this series)

EPILOGUE

The evening of the end of the world, the angels and demons drop the humans off at Hansol’s apartment.

As soon as Seungkwan sees them, he says, “That’s it. We’re having a dinner party.”

She doesn’t have the energy to argue. She even takes the beer that Hansol offers.

That sets Seungkwan off even more, and the storm turns into a whirlwind.

“Seokmin and Jihoon can’t come.”

“They can’t? Why not? You and Jihoon have been tied at the hip since we met him.”

“Uh…” She meets Hansol’s eye as he returns from his bedroom with a change of clothes. “How much do we share?”

Seungkwan cuts Hansol off before he can even open his mouth. “You smell like smoke, your dress is burnt, Hansol is ravenous and not eating leftovers. Something’s happened. Do I need to add that the sky was bright red? I was about to try to get home to my family because I thought that the world was ending. But now, all of a sudden, it’s fine.”

Hansol takes her by the shoulders and guides her towards the bathroom. “You go shower. I’ll deal with Seungkwan until everyone comes over. Gives you time to decide if you want to share.”

“You’re honestly the best. The best best friend ever.”

Hansol clucks his tongue. “You’re welcome, Antichrist. Go shower.”

As she’s about to close the door, she tells him she isn’t the Antichrist anymore.

“How can you suddenly just not be it anymore?”

She shrugs. “My mom explained it, like, since the world didn’t end with me as it was supposed to, there’ll be another Antichrist.”

“So, now you’re just… you’re just human?”

She nods.

“And your parents?”

“Well, for foiling the Great Plan or whatever they call it, no go. Dad doesn’t get his soul back. Mom didn’t really have hope anyway.” There’s a quiver in her voice that Hansol hasn’t heard in a while.

“Oh.” Hansol pushes his way into the bathroom to wrap his arms around her. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.” He pretends as if he can’t feel the tears against his neck. He isn’t quite sure what it means that they don’t get their souls back. He’s still baffled that his best friend was, but is no longer, the Antichrist.

When she pulls away, he can’t tell that she’d been crying. “They have human lives to live, and I get to keep my soul. Apparently, that’s worth it to them.”

“Have you told them about your demon boyfriend?”

“Jihoon said he’s going home,” she says. “Nothing here to entertain him anymore.”

“Hansol-ah! I need you to peel the vegetables!” Seungkwan calls.

A few days after the end of the world, with Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s wedding to now plan for (they heard it could’ve been the end of the world and decided they were getting married ASAP), she isn’t expecting to walk up to her apartment door and not have a door to open.

Annoyed, she pats the wall in the general area where her doorknob should be.

“If this demon also fucking locked my door, he’s being kicked out,” she mutters as her hand finds the knob.

Luckily for the demon, it’s unlocked.

From her doorway, she can see him stretched out on her couch in sweatpants and his favourite red hoodie, a book hovering over his head.

“You said you were going home.”

The book lowers slightly so he can see her, unfazed by her lack of greeting. “I did.”

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Hanging out.”

“Okay, but where’s the human who summoned you?”

“There isn’t one.” Jihoon sets the book down: The Alchemist. Definitely not hers. “I just came to see you.”

This causes her to pause. “Me.”

Jihoon shrugs. “Earth’s a little more interesting right now. Seokmin’s right. More fun when there’s less plague and more technology. The food’s a little weird, and art seems to have gone to shit, but—”

She chuckles as she drops her things by the door and sits on the couch next to him. “You can just say you missed me. How long are you staying?”

“Your whole life, actually.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Jihoon stretches his legs out for the coffee table. “Seokmin and I may have played some tricks. And I may be the coolest demon in existence this millennium.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had a holy water bath and didn’t die. Freaked the other demons out. Satan’s not punishing me for messing with the Antichrist. I’m yours for now.”

“You’re telling me that you’re going to stay with me for the rest of my life. How am I going to get married and have a family?”

“I thought me saying I was staying for the rest of your life was essentially me asking you to marry me.”

It feels as if those words smack her right in the face. The anxious person in her starts panicking at M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E. A few minutes of reeling her brain back from panic helps her see that Jihoon’s just offering what demons think is human commitment.

“It sounds like you’re intending to be a nuisance,” she finally says.

“I also forgot to mention I’m not really a demon anymore.”

“I didn’t know that was something you could just give back.” The anxiety is fighting with excitement. Because Jihoon is saying all the right words.

So, she gets up to make tea just to keep her hands busy. And so she doesn’t have to sit so close to Jihoon.

She’s been so used to knowing everything and being one step ahead. Now, that she really is just a human, she’s realizing that the unexpected is extremely uncomfortable.

Jihoon trails after her. “So, maybe I made some deals with the Devil to be here. But nothing that you need to be concerned about.”

She squints at him. “What exactly are you proposing?”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “That I stay here. With you. Live your life with you.”

“I want children one day.”

Jihoon shrugs. “That can be arranged.”

“With a partner.”

He motions down his body. “I’ve arranged that already.”

“By assuming that I’d agree to this.”

Jihoon tips his head, his eyes flicking from cat-like and back again. “Do you not want this?”

She rests her hip against the counter, processing her feelings. “You’re telling me that you want to be my life partner. Are willing to have children. But have you considered that I’ll get old and age? You’re not going to leave me for naught?”

“If you gave me your soul in exchange for not getting old, that could be arranged.”

“Absolutely not. I’m human. And I intend to stay that way.”

This makes Jihoon smile. “And that’s why I’m staying. Because you’re human.”

“You hate humans.”

“I like you. And maybe Hansol. Your other friends are tolerable.”

She holds her hand up in the air between them.

“What?”

She nods her head at her hand.

Frowning, he lifts his hand to mirror her.

“Oh, you stupid—” She crosses the kitchen to press her palm against his, notices that he’s warm but not burning. “I can touch you.” Her fingers settle between the spaces between his. “Why can I touch you?”

“Are you not listening to me?” he chuckles. That would normally be annoying, but he now finds her incredibly endearing. It helps that she’s definitely not the Antichrist. “I told you I made deals with the devil.” Jihoon’s eyes don’t leave hers as he kisses the back of her hand. “So, what are you thinking, human?”

“That you still haven’t answered the question about what happens when I age.” She notices his confused expression. “Jihoon.” The use of his chosen human name causes him to warm even more; she can feel it in his hand. “As good-hearted as your intentions might be, and having grown up with a demon for a mother, I can’t grow attached to you knowing you’ll disappear when you realize I’m not what you want anymore.”

“I’ve been human before,” he whispers. Her eyes widen slightly at the admission. She doesn’t personally know any demons that were once human. Her mother says they exist, but most of the ones she’s met have been fallen angels.

Her mind is whirring at what that’s meant for the life he’s lived. And makes her want to analyze every decision he’s made in her presence.

But Jihoon doesn’t give her much time to process it. They have a lifetime together for her to learn that. “I know what the stakes are by offering you this.”

“And you still want to stay? I thought we were only in agreement that we please each other well.”

“And I enjoy your company. More than anyone else—human, demon, or angel—that I’ve met.”

“Even when I can’t please you physically anymore,” she states.

Jihoon studies her face, can picture the way it’ll age, has deliberated heavily about whether he can watch her die. “I have a feeling that you’ll find other ways to be entertaining.”

She scoffs in disbelief, charmed and also scared.

“I may also be aware of the fact that Seokmin is intending to stick around for your lifetime. Your friends’ as well. I won’t be lonely.”

“He knows you’re staying.”

“He knew I was considering it. He told me that I’m the only one who can make the decision. And that you’d have to accept me anyway for it to be real.”

“Couples fight.”

“We’ve butt heads quite a lot in the time we’ve known each other.”

“I’m pretty physically intimate.”

“Good. I like that.”

She wonders what else she could say that would make Jihoon re-evaluate. “I’m really insecure.”

Jihoon’s eyes flicker. “I can deal with that.”

“You’ll be expected to come to Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s wedding then.”

The corners of his mouth downturn slightly, but he agrees to that too.

Before leaning into him, as he seems to desperately want her to do, she says, “As soon as you even think about double crossing me, or mess with my mind even slightly, you’re gone, okay?” She elaborates further. “I need to trust that you’re with me, because you like me. Not because I can be manipulated because I’m human and touch you well.”

Jihoon chuckles and nods. “Got it, human.” He doesn’t tell her that as soon as she tells him to leave, his contract is over, and he’s gone. Maybe one day, but not right now.

“Now, will you please kiss me and stop worrying about a future that’s still so far away?”

“In your lifetime, it’s nothing,” she reminds him.

Jihoon shrugs. “Sure, but for you, it’s long.”

She rolls her eyes. He’s the one who closes the distance between them, one hand slipping under her shirt to rest on the skin of her hip. It’s a pleasant warmth.

“I’m happy for you to stay,” she says as his lips brush hers. “Even if I didn’t summon you this time.”

Jihoon laughs, pecking her lips again and again. “It would actually be a more difficult existence for both of us if you had.”

There’re fluttering nerves in her stomach that some of his words have calmed but not all. And he’s unlikely able to soothe every fear she has about this, but she asks anyway. “Is it okay if we go slow?”

“What do you mean?”

His thumb rubbing back and forth on her hip is distracting. She rests a hand over his to stop him. “Slow. To get used to this. I brought you here with different intentions. I fell for you by accident. Everything that’s happened afterwards is not something I’ve had time to process.” Her gaze glances at him and then away. “Is that okay?”

Jihoon hums, not used to her bashfulness. “Hey.”

She meets his gaze.

“I get to be human for a little while because of you. Whatever you want.”

“Really?”

Jihoon nods. “I’m a reasonable demon, as you know.”

“You were a pain in my ass when I summoned you.”

“I can be a reasonable pain in the ass.”

She sighs. “Okay.” She pulls him closer. “I’m in.”

hello!!! another story down.

this story is very conflicting for me. i was so excited about it when i was writing it and editing it. and then while i was posting it, something about it wasn't speaking to me anymore.

don't get me wrong. i love how this story turned out. but i wrote the first draft of this, i think, almost two years ago now. i'm a different person, a different writer, and a different reader too.

so, i think my unattachment to it is because it doesn't fully represent me as a writer anymore.

but for everyone who's read this/will read this, i hope you enjoyed it! i hope you're around when i return, because i will be going on a proper hiatus probably until the summer next year. need to write more stories (some original projects & some fanfic). i'll pop back in and out when i feel like it, but for now, this is farewell!!

if you wanna follow my creative journey (not just my woozi fanfics), i'm an-artthief on Tumblr too. posting some updates on a few original works i'm working on and reblogging some art and things that i enjoy. :)

happy holidays everyone! and if i don't post again before the end of the year, happy 2024 too! xx

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