#junhui series

[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Junhui/Minghao: Ours (Part 2)

Characters: Junhui x female reader x Minghao

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, poly au, angst, fluff, stuff about giving birth that i don’t really understand so idk sorry about mistakes <3 

Word count: 4,355

Summary: The pack had already gone through a mate giving birth, but that doesn’t make it any easier for you when your time comes. On top of the anxiety of giving birth for the first time, you’re also terrified of how Junhui will react once the babies are born. 

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You knew the babies would be here soon, you just didn’t know how soon. Your due date came and went, and you were still uncomfortable with an alarmingly huge stomach that Minghao loved to cuddle and coo at – and Junhui when he thought both of you were asleep. You wanted to just have your babies in your arms, but you also knew what would come with that: a very sulky Jun.

Admittedly, you were worried about Junhui. Sure, he had fallen for Faye and Wonwoo’s daughter which kept him distracted, and when Bang Chan and his pack were in trouble, that helped keep his mind off of things too, but you knew things would go back to being bad when you gave birth to Minghao’s babies. Junhui would get jealous and be reminded that he wasn’t the first one to have kids with you, and you couldn’t handle dealing with that anymore. You felt awful for him, but there was nothing anybody could do.

“You look uncomfortable,” Jaehee frowned as you waddled slowly into the kitchen, one hand resting on your stomach while the other was on your side, slightly pressing into your sore back. “You should sit down; I can get you whatever you need.”

The pack was constantly looking out for you, and you more than appreciated it. With a tired huff, you sat down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table while Joshua’s mate got up to get you something to eat.

“Thank you, Jae,” you smiled softly.

“How do you feel?” she wondered.

“Uncomfortable,” you sighed, letting your head fall back and your eyes close. “On the bright side, Jun’s asleep and Minghao’s at school, so they can’t bicker with each other.”

“At least they’ve been better about, y’know...not hating each other,” she offered with a shrug.

“I know,” you sighed, “but I know it hurts Junhui, and it’s just stressful.”

“Don’t focus on stress,” Jaehee said sternly, turning to look at you. "Stress is bad and– well, you remember from Faye.”

The good thing about not being the first to have kids was that the pack already went through everything with Faye, Wonwoo, and little Sonny – and thankfully, everything went smoothly. But she also only had one child, and you were having twins.

Jaehee made you lunch and talked with you while you ate before helping you to the living room to sit down and relax. You stretched your feet out across the ottoman that she pushed over to you before she covered you with a fuzzy blanket and said she’d be in the kitchen studying if you needed anything. So with the TV remote beside you, and the soft sound of talking filling your ears, you dozed off on the couch.

-

You felt…wet. Not the kind of wet you were used to feeling before you were pregnant – both of your mates were terrified of doing anything like that because they didn’t want to hurt you or the babies – but a kind that felt like you not only soaked your clothes, but the couch and the blanket.

But because of Faye, you knew what this was.

“Jun!” you called, your voice slightly shaky. You felt like you were panicking, but you weren’t sure why you were panicking.

Instead, it was Jaehee who came rushing into the room, looking at you with eyebrows raised and mouth open to say something. Then she saw the wet stains on your clothes, and her brain seemed to shut down as she just stared.

“U-uh…” she stammered before yelling, “F-Faye!”

“Where’s Jun?” you asked.

“He left!” Jaehee told you, seeming to panic more than you – like, really panic.

Faye came walking down the stairs, harshly hushing the two of you. When she entered the room, she was carrying a sleeping Sonny in her arms.

“Can you not be so loud? I just got– Oh my god, _____…” she gasped when she took in what was going on with you, her scolding ceasing entirely. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

“How?” Jaehee asked through gasping breaths. “All the cars are gone, and Jun’s gone, a-and– And–”

Faye turned to the older girl, “Shh, it’s alright,” her voice was soft as she tried to console Jaehee, who was clearly about to lose it. “Just breathe, okay? _____ will be fine.”

“B-but what if we have to deliver the baby? There’s nobody here, and we don’t know if somebody can get here in time, and–”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it,” Faye promised, cutting off Jaehee’s babbling, “Just take Sonny upstairs and try to relax, okay? I’ll call somebody and make sure everything’s okay.”

Jaehee nodded, seeming to calm down a little now that she knew somebody else was going to be in charge of you. Faye handed the infant over to Joshua’s mate before the older girl took the baby back upstairs. Meanwhile, Faye went over to you, who was trying to breathe through your first contraction.

“Do I call Jun or Hao?” she asked, sitting beside you and placing a hand over your stomach.

“J-Jun’s probably closer,” you breathed.

As Faye took her phone out of her pocket, you heard the front door close before you heard Jun’s voice calling, “Closer for what? And what’s that smell?”

“That’s your mate going into labor, you big fucking moron!” Faye called back, standing up from the couch to meet Jun as he ran right into the living room, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Why would you leave her alone when she’s this pregnant?”

“She’s– So they’re– We–”

“Stop babbling and get her things,” Faye instructed. “I’ll call Jeonghan since he’s probably closer.”

For a moment, Jun just stood there, blinking and staring at you. Faye walked up to him and shoved at his shoulders.

“Don’t just stand there!” she barked. “Go!”

As Jun finally booked it down the hall and up the stairs, Faye started to call Jeonghan.

While Jun was upstairs to get your hospital bag, the reality of what was happening was staring to slowly sink in. You and Minghao would be parents together soon, and what did that make him? He still had nothing, and you and Minghao were going to be all over each other and the new babies.

Suddenly, he wasn’t as shocked over your water breaking anymore. Now, he was back to being upset.

-

Faye stayed home with Jaehee and Sonny while Jeonghan and Soonyoung drove you and Jun to the hospital. Soonyoung babbled excitedly with Jeonghan nagging him to shut up in between, and Junhui sat beside you in the backseat with his hand loosely wrapped around yours. Your mate was trying to give you soft words of encouragement, but you could tell he was still upset. It started to make you really question how things would be after all of this.

Faye had also contacted Joshua, Minghao, and Aya to let them know about what was happening just so they’d be prepared. Joshua promised he’d be on his way to the hospital to meet up with Aya’s mom and prepare for you.

When you got to the hospital, it didn’t take long to get you into a room. Joshua arrived before Minghao did, already in scrubs and with a smirk on his face.

“More babies to keep us up at night,” he said, his tone deadpan. “Can’t wait.”

“The girls have no problem sleeping through it,” Jeonghan pointed out. “Well, except Aya and Faye, obviously.”

But you didn’t even care about waking up at all hours of the day and night. You were just happy to have your little bundles of joy in your arms with you. You couldn’t wait, but you also felt a pang in your heart from your excitement. Your eyes drifted over to Junhui who was trying to hide his sulking as he sat in a chair pulled up beside your bed.

Minghao showed up fifteen minutes later, running and out of breath. He smiled as soon as he saw you, and it was the brightest, most hypnotizing smile. So hypnotizing, in fact, that you almost missed how Jun got up and swiftly left the room without a word. 

Almost.

Your smile fell as your eyes followed your other mate’s back until he was out of view. Minghao turned to see his brother walk away before he looked back at you with a sad smile.

“Don’t worry,” he told you softly as he walked over to take Jun’s seat. He took one of your hands in both of his large ones. “He’ll come around.”

“What if he never does?” you wondered worriedly. “What if he hates them?”

Minghao hushed you softly, letting go of your hand with one of his to smooth your hair back soothingly, “Don’t worry about that. You know he won’t hate them. He may be upset at first, but he’ll come around. Just focus on right now, okay? No stressing.”

You nodded, so Minghao smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

Slowly, more of the pack accumulated in the hospital -- including Jaehee, who left as soon as Wonwoo got home -- coming in to say hello and see how you were doing before going to wait either in the waiting room or in the cafeteria. Hours had gone by full of pain and labored breaths and Minghao reassuring you whenever you needed it. You were actually both surprised and touched that he never left you. Not when he was hungry, not when he was tired, and not when you squeezed his hand so hard that he was even hissing slightly in pain. 

Meanwhile, Junhui never came into the room. He wanted to because his instincts told him to be with his mate, but he didn’t want to see those babies that would look and smell like you and Minghao. He didn’t want any part of that, at least not yet. He stayed in the hospital, but he didn’t go in the room.

“You’re being a big baby,” Bomi said bluntly, making Junhui grimace even more.

“No,” Juri spoke up, placing a small hand over Jun’s, “we understand why you feel this way.”

“But,” Areum cut in, “you’re totally being a big baby.”

Jun just slid down further in his chair and mumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Guys, c’mon. Just cut him a break,” Jaehee said with a small shrug. “It’s not easy having to share a mate.”

Bomi opened her mouth to retort, but when she remembered who she was speaking to, she quickly snapped it shut. 

“I know I’d hate sharing,” Jeonghan mumbled, grouchy at the mere thought of having to let somebody else touch and love his mate like he did.

“I just can’t believe she’s having his babies,” Jun sulked, his eyes staying glued to the table they sat around in the cafeteria. “I imprinted first and I’m oldest; I should have kids first, right?”

“Well…technically, Wonwoo had kids first,” Bomi shrugged, trying to make light of the situation.

“Look, Jun,” Seungcheol began, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table, “we get that this is hard for you, but are you really going to resent these babies forever?”

“Not forever,” he said. “…Just until I get a baby...”

“Oh my god, you’re a child,” Eunmi groaned.

“I’ll show you a child…” Junhui grumbled, eyeing the shorter mate.

Eunmi raised her eyebrows, “No, but Minghao will.”

“Okay!” Juri cut in quickly, standing up and grabbing Eunmi’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “C’mon, let’s go get you some frozen yogurt, huh?”

As she walked away quickly, Jeonghan tried to tell Junhui not to listen to Eunmi’s comment because she was just trying to get to him.

He sighed and looked around at his friends still sitting at the table with him, “I don’t want to hate some infants, and I’m not saying I do or will. But I can’t control my instincts, so whatever happens, happens.”

“They’re still _____’s kids, though,” Areum cut in. “What would you do if you imprinted on her and she already had a kid from another relationship? Would you hate her kid then?”

“This is way different,” Jun insisted.

“These feelings won’t last forever,” Seungcheol promised. “Neither will the aggression. Or depression.”

“And you’ll get your turn to be a dad,” Jaehee told him with a smile. “Don’t worry about that. I bet as soon as _____ is healed, she’ll want you all over her.”

Junhui scoffed, rolling his eyes as he let himself wallow further in self-pity. He knew his friends wanted to help him, but he just wanted to be left alone – or to change the past, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

“Guys!” Mingyu called, running into the cafeteria. “Hey, you guys!”

Bomi groaned, hiding her face in her hands, “Can I pretend I don’t know him? People are staring.”

“Inside voice, Gyu,” Juri said as she walked back over to the table side-by-side with Eunmi who now had a cup of frozen yogurt in her hands.

“It’s _____,” he said as he stopped at the table. “She’s about to give birth; she wants Junhui up there.”

Jun stiffened in his chair, surprised at what he just heard. You wanted him there? Why?

He didn’t even bother turning to look at Mingyu as he mumbled, “She has Minghao.”

“She said she wants you, dude,” he insisted. “She’s in a lot of pain, and she’s really overwhelmed and scared.”

Junhui did his best to suppress the whimper wanting to sound out. Instead, he cleared his throat and asked, “Why can’t Minghao comfort her? I don’t want to see it.”

“I’m serious, Junhui. She’s crying for you. She needs both of you there.”

He cursed under his breath before he stood up from the chair and jogged out of the cafeteria, going straight for the stairs instead of the elevator. That was when he picked up the pace, reaching your floor in no time.

When he got close to your room, he realized Mingyu wasn’t lying. He could hear you whimpering to Minghao about how you wanted Jun and how you too scared to do this. He could hear Minghao trying to reassure you, but you ended up choking out a sob instead.

He opened the door to see you with tears streaming down your flushed face as Minghao held one of your hands with both of his own. Joshua and Dr. Moon were already there, prepared to help you deliver the twins, but only Joshua and Minghao looked up when the door opened.

“Look who it is, love,” Minghao said softly to you.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head to see Junhui staring at you with an unreadable expression. But you were still so relieved and happy that you reached out to him with your free hand and cried his name. He walked over to you without even thinking, as if there were a magnetic pull that just brought him to you. His hand found yours, holding it close to his chest.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, using his other hand to wipe tears from your face.

You shook your head, “I don’t think I can do this…”

Junhui chuckled and shook his head – he also wondered why you didn’t think of this about nine months ago, “What are you planning on doing? Keeping them in there?”

“I’m scared,” you confessed with a sniffle.

You were scared for a plethora of reasons, but anybody could guess them. Being a mom, the pain, the aftermath and dealing with Jun – the list went on. And your mates knew every single reason you were afraid.

“You can do this,” Junhui told you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Minghao and I will be by your side the whole time, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Of course I promise.”

“When have we ever left you when you were scared?” Minghao reminded you.

You were starting to feel a little better, up until Dr. Moon’s eyes flashed up to look at you, and she asked, “Ready or not, they’re coming.”

That sent cold fear straight through you.

Thanks to Junhui’s instincts, he was able to push aside his feelings to focus only on you. He needed to make sure you were okay and would be okay, so that was his main priority at the moment. It didn’t matter if he had to work together with Minghao, and it didn’t matter that he would be forced to see you and Minghao get all cozy together when you held your babies. All that mattered to him was you.

So, as you cried and grunted and yelled through the pain and the pushing, Junhui told you how well you were doing and how much he loved you. He sounded sincere and genuine, unlike his half-assed attempts in the car. He let you squeeze his hand while he just took it without flinching. And when he saw the first baby in the doctor’s arms after it came out, he didn’t suddenly freeze up or get a shot of anger course through him. He still focused on you.

Nothing could get his attention off of you. Not the second cry, not Dr. Moon and Joshua speaking. Not even Minghao as he kissed your forehead tenderly when you collapsed back into the bed. As he looked at you with your messy hair, sheen of sweat on your skin, and red face, all he could focus on was how much he loved you.

But that was quickly short-lived.

“We have the babies,” Joshua sang as he entered the room with Aya’s mother, each of them holding a baby. “Wanna see?”

Junhui still didn’t want to be there for it. He wanted to be anywhere but there. Just smelling two humans that were a mix of you and Minghao was a weird experience for him.

“I’m gonna…go…” Jun mumbled, letting go of your hand.

“Junhui, please stay,” Minghao begged, though you didn’t understand any of it. “They may be ours by genetics, but they’re still yours, too. They’ll still look up to you as a father, won’t they? You should still meet them.”

Jun paused while Minghao spoke, processing his words. But in the end, he carried on to the door, leaving you and Minghao with your new little family behind.

You frowned, looking up at Minghao, “What was that?”

“He just needs a little break,” Minghao explained, not wanting to make you upset – especially not now. “He’ll be back later. I promise.”

Dr. Moon walked up to you, holding a baby swaddled in a blanket with a pink hat on its head, “Congratulations on two baby girls.”

Your heart swelled with love and joy and every good feeling as she carefully put one of the babies in your arms. As soon as you held her, everything just felt right. You teared up as you looked down at her face, wondering how one little person could be so perfect.

Minghao thought the same about the baby Joshua handed over to him. She looked just like you, and it was even better because he just knew it was something you and him made together. He more than teared up when he held her. He cried as he let out soft laughs and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

“You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he cradled her closer.

“Have you picked out any names?” Joshua asked as he smiled at the scene before him.

You and Minghao had bounced around on names. You’d pick one, and then change your minds. But there was one that Minghao had been pretty dead set on for the last couple months. He thought it was pretty because it meant sunflower in his language.

“This one is Aili,” you announced, not looking away from her face.

“And, this one…” Minghao began, but he trailed off, a half-smile growing on his face as he looked away from the unnamed baby to you. “I think I have a great name for her.”

-

Jun sat just down the hall, his back up against the wall as he drowned out your talking with the hospital noises around him. So Minghao didn’t have to go far to find him.

Junhui looked up when he saw shoes standing beside him, only to see his brother smiling down at him.

“No offense, but I want to just be left alone right now,” Jun mumbled, looking back down at the floor.

“Stop being mopey and come with me,” Minghao said, ignoring Jun’s attitude – nothing could bring him down from how happy he felt, not even Junhui. “There’s somebody you really need to meet.”

“I told you, I don’t want to see your kids, okay?”

“Just trust me.”

Minghao held out a hand, offering to help Junhui up. Jun only glanced at him for a moment before sighing and pushing himself off the ground himself. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he trailed behind Minghao.

When Jun entered the room, he looked anywhere but at you or the two babies – one in your arms, and the other in Joshua’s. So as Jun went to go stand in the corner, he didn’t see Minghao take the baby from Josh’s arms and walk over to him with her.

“Hold your arms up,” Minghao told him.

“Stop, you know I–”

“Junhui, come on,” Minghao said, his voice firmer than the older boy expected.

With a permanent scowl, Jun held out his arms to take the baby girl from Minghao. As soon as she touched his arms, his whole body instantly felt warm. The feeling almost made him shiver – it was like the first time he ever got to touch you.

As if they had a mind of their own, Jun’s eyes wandered down to the little baby in his hands, and suddenly, that scowl wasn’t as permanent as he thought. All his anger, resentment, and sadness completely melted away as he looked down at the infant in his arms. If he weren’t holding a baby, he would’ve let his knees give out, but he was too scared he’d drop her.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were so afraid that Jun would absolutely hate the babies, so when you saw only fondness in his eyes, your own started to tear up.

Minghao smiled as he watched the frown on Jun’s face melt into a look of wonder.

“This,” Minghao began, “is Meihui, inspired by my immature but very loveable brother: Junhui.”

Jun’s eyes flashed up to Minghao’s, a look of pure surprise on his face as a smile slowly started to break through onto his face, “You named her after me?”

“Of course,” he shrugged as if the gesture was nothing, even though he knew it meant a lot to his brother.

Jun couldn’t help but smile widely, his teeth completely on display as he looked back down at Meihui in his arms. Even though she seemed to be sleeping, he thought he could stare at her for hours and not get bored. He was completely wrapped around her little finger already.

“But you are much better than I am,” Jun whispered to her before he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to her forehead. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Do you want to hold Aili?” you offered, your voice cracking just a bit.

Jun looked up at you immediately, laughing softly, “Baby, why are you crying?”

“Nothing,” you reassured him as Minghao took Meihui, and Jun walked over to take Aili from you, “don’t worry about it.”

Jun felt just as happy and fond as he held the other girl, cradling her to his chest as he studied her face with the same bright smile on his lips. You and Minghao just watched him with happy expression, glad that the old Jun was coming back to you.

“I can’t believe two things so perfect are actually half Hao,” he teased, looking up at his brother.

Minghao rolled his eyes, “Come on, you know they’re perfect because they’re half _____.”

“Ah, you’re right,” Jun nodded before he leaned over to kiss your temple.

You opened your mouth to tell them they were both being cheesy, but all that came out was a yelp. You started feeling contractions again, and they were just as bad as the previous ones. Your hands flew to your stomach as your face contorted in pain.

“What’s happening?” Junhui asked worriedly, looking between Joshua and Aya’s mom.

“It’s just all the…afterbirth stuff,” Joshua explained, waiving a hand away.

Dr. Moon sat back down on the stool in front of your bed, moving your legs to the side, “Ah, actually… I think that ultrasound might’ve been wrong.”

“Wrong?” you burst.

“Wrong?” Joshua repeated, walking over to see what she was talking about. “Oh my god…”

“What?” Minghao asked as your two mates also moved down to your lower half to see what was happening.

“Can you two stay up here?” you whined.

“Here’s the thing...” Joshua began as he looked at you with an odd expression that you couldn’t read, “with two or more babies, ultrasounds get very hard to read. Gender and numbers kind of become more like…an educated guess.”

As the pain only got worse, you asked through clenched teeth, “What does that mean?”

“Well, I can see a head, so…” Dr. Moon said as she put on a new pair of gloves. “You’re about to have triplets.”

You swore, you almost passed out right there.

Jun looked to Minghao accusingly, “Jesus, what did you do to her?”

“No, Jun,” Joshua shook his head. “Trust me when I say that I don’t sense any Minghao from this one.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you gripped the sides of your bed so hard that your knuckles were completely white, so you didn’t see the way Jun’s eyes widened.

“…What?” he asked just above a whisper.

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[crushonwoo]

Darling

pairing : junhui x fem!reader genre : actor au, series, fluff, smut warnings : size kink, cream pie, unprotected sex, praise kink, sub!jun, softdom!reader, slight indication of pain kink, choking, cockwarming summary :your best friend minghao attempted to throw you a surprise party for your 21st birthday and you finally meet his twelve best friends. a/n : I was supposed to post this on jun’s bday but got to lazy oops.  ALSO TEXTS IN BOLD IS JUN SPEAKING MANDARIN  teaser | one

A package was thrown at a distracted Junhui. “You got a package.” Was all Seungcheol said before he left the room to deliver the remaining mail to the other members. Jun is thrilled by this since the only package he has been expecting is the script and schedule for his upcoming movie.

Being the great friend he is goes to find Vernon since he knew he would want to be a part of this. He finds him in the living room with Wonwoo. “I got the Darling You script.” Jun announced and gained the attention of both of them.

“Wait, you’re gonna be in the movie?” Wonwoo asked shocked that he now just found out that his friend will be in a movie about his favorite book.

Junhui just nodded and opens the package and took out the script and began to skim through it with Vernon doing the same from beside him. Every now and then he’d ask Vernon for some help regarding the definition on some of the words. Jun eventually handed the script over to Vernon to look over. The actor grabbed his schedule and was pleased that the director was able to work around the tour schedule.

“No way!” Vernon had shouted gaining Jun’s attention. “You have a sex scene!” Junhui quickly looked down at the script.

Sure enough there it was. Jun’s character has sex with y/n’s character. “Oh god I forgot about that, I didn’t think I’d get the part so I just signed it anyways!” Jun began to panic at the thought of having cameras film him in an extremely intimate act. “Do you think they’d get a stunt double if I asked?” Of course Junhui knew that he wouldn’t be completely exposed in front of a camera he was still terrified at the thought of pretending to have sex with his coworker in front of so many people.

Vernon laughed at Jun. “I’ll do it!” He eagerly shouted, he’d love any opportunity he could get to being close to y/n. “We all know that carats are going to love you after this movie! They will probably hate y/n though.” Vernon couldn’t help but to voice out his thoughts which only scared Jun more.

“Oh god I’m going to have to see y/n naked!”

“Are you seriously complaining right now?” Vernon’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Oh right I forget you’re a virgin.” His voice was barley above a whisper as if he was telling a secret.

It was Jun’s turn to gasp in shock. “No I’m not stop saying that!” He then hits Vernon’s head.

“Well fucking one person twice doesn’t really count especially if you couldn’t make her cum.”

His face heated up with embarrassment and anger so Jun turns his entire body to face Vernon ready to attack him for his blunt words. Wonwoo being completely quiet until now only chuckles at his friends and takes out his phone to record the two to show the rest of the group later.

It’s a bittersweet moment for Jun when the tour finally came to an end. Bitter because he finished touring and won’t be seeing his friends so often. Sweet because he is about to go to LA with Joshua for a movie he gets to play a lead role in. Of course Jun had left all his packing until the night before his flight leaving Joshua to scold him for causing him to stress out about the situation. “Jun, why were you packing bed sheets?” Joshua continued to question the actor regarding his packing. “I told you we can buy everything when we get there, we just need to take necessities.” He had commented as he pulled a flashlight out of Jun’s luggage. “Where do you think we’re going? You’ve already been to LA!” Jun only shrugged as he watched his older friend empty his entire suitcase. “We have to start all over.”

Honestly if it wasn’t for Joshua, Junhui would have missed his flight and missed the table reading he’s currently at waiting for his costar to arrive. She wasn’t late it’s just everyone decided to show up extremely early. Jun was scared of getting lost and being late so he too showed up a half hour early. Everyone was here and waiting patiently speaking amongst themselves. Jun felt like the odd one out, because everyone here has already worked with one another on other projects. So Jun is the new kid keeping to himself and pretending to be busy on his phone with his notes app open. 

“Hello everyone!” Your sweet voice interrupted Jun’s typing. “I decided to buy some treats from my favorite bakery for everyone as a celebration to our first table reading.” Your hands were full of boxes and you began to struggle with closing the door.

Before Jun could react and put his chivalry into action, four different sets of hands rushed to remove all the boxes from your grip. “Y/n you didn’t have to!” The director spoke as he got up from his seat and hugged Jun’s costar.

Seeing you in photos and seeing you in person is completely different experience. Jun can understand why everyone (Vernon) was obsessed with you, but in person Jun could see it for an entirely different reason. Especially as you took your time greeting every single person in the room. You were kind and overflowing with confidence with each conversation that you have tailored to every individual person. You stood before Jun with a shy smile the complete opposite of what he witnessed from your previous conversations. “Hi, I’m y/n. I’m really excited to get to know you Jun.” She stuck her hand out for Jun to shake, which he did, he even sent her his very own shy smile. “Sorry I looked you up as soon as the cast came out.” Jun noticed how your nose scrunched up in embarrassment from the information you told him.

“Oh, um that’s okay, I looked you up too.” Which is only half a lie because Vernon just gave him a lecture about who you were and showed your Instagram page. Which made Vernon jealous once he saw that you had followed him. Of course Jun followed you back and his fans without hesitation voiced out their opinions on it and began to speculate. “My friend is kind of in love with you.” Jun blurted out not knowing how else to go on with the conversation.

And you giggled, amused with the random information. “Oh really, is he in your band?” You carried on the conversation before taking a seat right next to Jun as everyone helped themselves to some of the tasty bread.

Jun nodded. “His name is Vernon, he’s from New York.” Jun could not stop the word vomit. Vernon is going to murder him when he arrives on set. “He’s a rapper in the group, I’m part of the performance unit.” He continues and grows even more embarrassed. Your genuine smile had only encouraged him to keep going.

Before you had a chance to comment the director had decided to start the meeting. Going over the schedule of when they’re going to be filming certain scenes. Jun began to fidget in his seat when they informed everyone that one of the sex scenes is going to be filmed at the end of this week. That was not enough time for Jun to mentally prepare for that. They went over the schedule quickly and moved onto the script. The entire cast read their lines and the writers would make adjustments. It was a good script and Jun felt so lucky to be a part of this.

The two of you had created the type of relationship that every director dreamed of their two costars having. It was all thanks to you of course. Since you made it a habit of inviting Jun out to the city to show him all your favorite restaurants, even inviting Joshua to ensure Jun was comfortable. You would even invite him to your place to go over scenes you would be filming the next day. Like right now, only you both got distracted and went to target only to stumble upon the album section. Jun had pointed out his album. You both had a few hours to kill before needing to be on set so of course you bought it. Which is how you ended up live on your Instagram to do an unboxing. “Jun they're asking which version this is.” You nudged his shoulder wanting him too answer since you didn't know.

“It’s the carat version.” He answered in English since most of the viewers were your fans. Jun tried to respond to the comments as best as he could but they were popping up so fast that he wouldn't be able to finish reading the sentence. 

“Ooooo, Jun you look so good on the cover.” You showed the cover to the camera even as going as far as putting your hand behind the album. Jun could only chuckle and brushed off the compliment. He watched you put the album down and moved on to the photo cards. “Aww, I didn't get you. Who are these people? They’re really cute.” Again you showed the camera the cards.

Without hesitation Jun answered your question. “They aren’t too important they're just staff.” You raised your eyebrows at him not believing him at all. “Its a way for us to say thanks for their hard work.” He lied easily which you giggled knowing he was lying since the comments were telling you. “Besides you're an ot1 fan, it means you only like one group.”

“Who are these men.” You held them to the camera and you read the comments. “Hoshi, Scoups, Jeonghan, and Vernon, hey isn't Vernon the one you said has a crush on me?” His eyes widen knowing that Vernon will definitely get back at him for telling you about his crush on you.

Jun quickly ended your live. “Y/n that was supposed to be a secret!” You just laughed as you started to open the pack of just his cards.

“I feel like I'm collecting Pokemon cards like in middle school.” You stated as you looked at every single card. “This one is my favorite, you have a really cute smile.” Jun noticed how you always complimented him, at least ten times a day and it always got him getting shy and growing red. 

Jun liked the attention from you, maybe a little too much since his dick would twitch after every single one. “Our fans usually put their favorite one behind their phone cases.” 

You grabbed your phone. “Guess, I gotta buy a clear phone case to show you off.” Jun didn't think as he gave you his clear phone case and handed it to you. “You’re so sweet Jun, here we can trade.” You handed him your white phone case and you centered his photo card and put your phone in the case. “Look it's so cute!” You showed him and he smiled liking the thought of you taking his photo everywhere with you. 

“Oh no.” His group chat was blowing up. He always muted the chat whenever he was with you but the amount of messages that kept showing was alarming and he knew the boys have heard about the live.

sol : ur dead to me

sol : unsubscribed from our friendship

sol : I am now a jun anti

scoups : LMFAO SINCE WHEN DID I GET DEMOTED

hosh : honestly I didn't expect you to break my heart jun I expected more from you

wonu : what did I miss ?

hao : ???

han : okay but which one of us did she call cute

sol : yeah tell us 

shua : @ hao and wonwoo Jun went live with y/n and called scoups, soonyoung, Vernon, and jeonghan staff, then y/n revealed that jun told her about Vernon’s crush on her

hosh : don't forget about how he told her she's an ot1 

jun : I can explain

jun : shes my friend not yours = ot1

jun : she called me cute bc she's an ot1 so stop

gyu : do you like her ?

jihoon : he definitely likes her

sol : honestly don't blame you but ouch im sad

jun : no comment

jun : im busy leave me alone

wonu : busy rehearsing those sex scene aren't you ;)

hosh : I forgive you GET IT JUN

gyu : I WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT JUNHOE

hao : that's bc ur the ultimate man whore

deekay : Vernon look away

kwan : CHAN LOOK AWAy

dino : and i oop

sol : heart been broke too many times

scoups : just us a condom ?

“What's going on? Are your friends mad?” You peaked at his phone but he wasn't worried since the texts were in a different language. Jun just shook his head no. “Good, come on we gotta go.” The walk to the set Jun felt his nerves bubble up from his stomach and spread to his throat. Today was that scene. “See you in there.” You smiled and waved before you went towards your trailer and he went to his. 

Jun couldn’t help but to question if you were feeling as nervous as he was about having to film a sex scene with someone you had met the beginning of this week. It was basically soft porn. He knew this would also be your first time filming this type of scene from a conversation you had a couple days ago so that information helped him feel a little better. He changed into the skin toned briefs needed for the scene and threw on the robe before walking to set to get his makeup done. You sat in the chair next to him in a robe similar to his. The type you'd get at a luxury hotel, white and fluffy. You didn't see him since you had your eyes closed and lips puckered as your makeup artists worked on you. 

He sat patiently in the chair as his own hair and makeup artist worked on getting him camera ready. You finished earlier than him so you waited and chatted with his artists. “Im not lying I swear!” He wasn't really paying much attention to the conversation since he was so worried about touching you the wrong way or doing something wrong in front of so many people. “I don't know how to do my own makeup, well just the basics, I can't even put on fake lashes or do eyeshadow.” Your laughter got his attention, he always thought you were the prettiest when laughing. All it took was for Jun to have an outing with you once to be wrapped around your finger. 

“You’re all set Jun.” You smiled and got up with Jun and walked with him to set after he had thanked both the ladies.

You both met up with the director who wanted to go over the scene before they started filming. “Remember it’s supposed to be hot, fast, and rough.” He had said ending the small huddle. “And lots of passion!” He shouted as you both walked to your chairs to drop the robes.

Jun wasn’t insecure of his body and never has been, he was however scared of what you would think of him. It was almost unspoken how you both turned your backs to each other to drop the robes. You were also extremely nervous and slightly terrified since this would be the first time you'd be dressed in something so little in root of an entire movie se filled with cast and crew members. You were just amazing at acting like you were the most confident person alive. It was silent as you both turned towards each other to walk on set to start filming the sex scene. 

There was no hiding the fact that it was extremely awkward as you both got into position against the wall. Jun’s hand pressed against the wall next to your head as his other hand grabbed your leg to wrap around him. He refused to look down at your body knowing that as soon as he loses eye contact he would get hard and possibly ruin everything. He just couldn't risk that. “Action!” The director shouted and a second later your lips met for the first time and Jun had to force himself to not enjoy how soft and plump your lips felt against his. 

He knew he fucked up as soon as he pushed himself deeper between your legs and felt your cunt against his dick. The thin clothing on both of you didn’t leave anything to the imagination. He knew it was only a matter of time until he grew embarrassingly hard from just grinding alone. Your hands were everywhere rushing to grab any part of his body you could to show the camera how eager you were for him. It wasn't until you let out a fake moan followed by an out of breath I love you when he jerked away from you and rushed off set apologizing to everyone as he yanked his robe back on and left the building. 

Joshua rose from the couch at the sound of the front door. “You’re back already?” He questioned Jun’s appearance. Body still covered in the robe and slippers. He watched him pace back and forth. “Is everything okay Junhui?”

“I messed up.” He admitted as soon as he realized he had actually ran away from filming. “Oh my god I’m going to get fired.” He began to panic which led to the older one to join him.

“Jun what happened?”

“I don't know, she said she loved me and I got hard and so I ran away!”

“So? Thats her job, to act out the script!” Joshua shouted in disbelief. “She will probably forgive you for abandoning her and leaving her alone in front of everyone in little to no clothing right?”

Jun’s eyes widen at the realization. “Oh god, I’m an asshole. Can you take me to her place so I can apologize?” The guilt set in and Jun could only hope that his actions didn't effect you.

Joshua being the good friend he is nodded. “Just maybe change and look presentable?” He teased his younger friend who agreed and went to go change. “Call me when you want me to pick you up.” Jun thanked Joshua for the ride before shutting the door and walking up your driveway. He had no idea what to say. Sorry, you got me really hard when you said you loved me and so I was about to cum in my pants. Definitely not that.

He knocked and waited patiently for you to answer your door which didn't take long. “Well fuck me.” Jun muttered under his breath when his eyes landed on you with wet hair and a silk pink robe. Clearly just finished having a shower. “Sorry, I just wanted to apologize about today, if you're busy I can come over later.” Jun went to walk away before you grabbed his wrist tugging him inside your home.

“Jun, you’re so dramatic. I’m not busy, now tell me what happened today.” Your voice was sweet which only added to his guilt knowing you didn't deserve what he made you go through today.

He let out a sigh as you led him to the living room. “You know I have never filmed anything like that.” You nodded remembering the conversation. “Well a certain body part was enjoying it a lot more than it was supposed to and I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.” He admitted not making eye contact and refusing to take a seat on the sofa. “I’m also sorry for running away, I was embarrassed and didn't want anyone to see.” 

“Junnie, its okay, it happens.” You walked up to him and held his cheek in your palm. “It was my first time filming something like that too, hell I also got a little excited.” Jun felt hypnotized, from your soft touches to the way you’re looking up at him. “Maybe we should practice.” You offered which led to your other hand pressing against his chest and slowing going down to his abs and staying there waiting for him to say anything. “Do you want to practice Junnie?” 

“I’m not . . . good.” 

He felt embarrassed as he spoke out his insecurity to you, scared to receive a negative reaction from you. “That’s okay, I’ll help you Junnie.” The nickname you rarely use and your gentle tone is his undoing. 

Jun doesn't think as he rushes his lips to greet yours in a soft kiss. You are addictive, and Jun cannot get enough. He feels your tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Everything about this kiss is soft and innocent, the complete opposite of what happened on set. Jun feels your hand lower from his stomach to palm his semi causing him to let out a small moan at the contact. Your tongue enters his mouth from the moan and your tongues explore each others mouths. Jun can't think feeling so overwhelmed with the sensual kissing and you caressing his cock. This time you moan into his mouth at the feeling of him growing harder in your open palm.

“Oh Junnie, you’re so big.” You whisper to him as his lips leaves yours so he can rest his forehead against yours to watch you palm him through his sweatpants. He felt so thick and large in your small hand and you looked forward to the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Jun couldn't help but to thrust against your hand at your words. “Do that again.” You removed your hand to wrap a leg around his waist to feel his girth against your barley clothed crotch.

Jun watched as your pink silk robe revealed your white lace panties. He grasped your thigh to help you have balance before he did what he was told to do. “Fuck.” He whispered as you moaned into his shoulder. Breath almost as warm as your pussy. He continued to grind himself onto you, position similar to earlier on set. He wasn’t sure if the wet spot on his sweatpants were from you or him, he didn't care everything felt so amazing.

Your plump lips attached onto his jaw and trailed open kisses until you reached where his jaw connected to his throat, right below his ear, you gently sucked and licked. All while continuing to moan directly into his ear. His other hand wondered to hold onto your waist, his thumb rubbing the skin directly under your breast. You weren't wearing a bra. “So hot when you speak mandarin.” You tell him right before you lick a stripe from the base of his neck up to his ear before softly biting his lope. Jun’s hips faulted at the new feeling. “Junnie please fuck me against this wall.” You have never been known for being patient especially in a situation like this.

“Whatever you want y/n.” Jun’s voice a lot deeper than usual as your greedy hands goes to remove his shirt, him still holding most of your weight against him and the wall. His shirt is removed so he goes to untie the robe, but leaves it on, Jun quickly attaches his mouth to your bare nipple. He bites and sucks for a moment before he parts. “Hold on baby.” You attach your arms around his neck and both legs wrap around his waist as his hand push his pants low enough to free his achingly hard cock and kick the rest of his pants off. Jun pushes you back against the wall tugs onto you flimsy panties with enough force to rip it apart so he can rub his pink tip to your entrance.

Your juices spread onto his tip and your head falls back and hits the wall with a soft thud. “Put your fat cock in me Junhui, please fuck me.” You moaned out as you pulled his hair. He eased the head of his cock into you. “Such a good boy for me Junnie.” You were breathless as he continued to lower your pussy onto him. He stretched you out so much that it caused a fiery pain that was pleasurable for you. “You feel so good in me, keep going baby.” Jun loved your praises as well as the new pet name.

He continued to softly thrust in and out of you at a slow pace both of you enjoying the feeling of each other. “So fucking beautiful.” Jun grunted as he watched his cock disappear into you just before coming out glistening in your wetness. “So tight and warm.” You felt so full and deliciously stretched out every time his hips met yours forcefully. The sound of squelching and the feeling of his veiny cock rubbing against your inner walls had you moaning for more. The power behind the thrusts had your eyes water from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you felt.

You wanted to feel more of him so you eased one leg onto the ground for him to try a new angle. “I love the way you feel inside me baby.” Jun wanted wanted to please you in any way you wanted as long as he would get another praise from you. You grabbed one of his hands and led it to your lifted leg for him to hold and squeeze at your thigh. Then you grabbed his other hand and led it to hold your neck. “Squeeze baby.” Jun would do anything you'd ask of him, so he squeezed the sides of your throat like you asked and stared into your eyes as he did so. His cock twitching inside you at the sight of your mouth open with silent moans and your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. The pleasure he is causing you. “Right there Junnie, like that keep going I’m gonna cum.”

He nodded against your forehead eyes staring deeply into each other. “Please let me cum inside you baby.” He begged however it was like you understood his words since you nodded and moaned against his lips before sealing them in another wet kiss. Your fingers toyed with your clit moving at a faster pace than his thrust feeling the tight knot forming wanting to come undone. Jun bit onto your bottom lip as his cock twitched for the last time before his cum shot into you. He continued to fuck his hot seed into you moaning as he bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. The pain causing you to reach your own climax. “Fuck you’re so good to me.” Jun continued to thrust into you fucking you through your orgasm and firmly held onto your neck squeezing in sync with every thrust. “So good to me.” He whined into your ear as his thrust slowed to a stop as his cock grew soft.

Before you could say anything he lifted you into his arms staying inside of you. He carried you to your obnoxiously large mattress wanting nothing more than to have you sleep in his arms with his cock still buried deep inside you. It was a new feeling for him and he was addicted. “You were such a good boy Junnie, made me feel so good.” You sighed as you rested your head against his chest letting your eyes fall shut. Jun felt a flutter of pride knowing that he made you feel good. He laid on his back with you laying on top of him. Your weight lulling him to a sleep.

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You’re the man! masterlist

⚽synopsis: After your university cut your soccer team to prioritize the men’s team, it’s natural you have a falling out with your then soccer-star-player boyfriend and impersonate your twin brother at the rival university to play on their men’s team. Wait, it’s not? Oh well. ⚽pairing: afab!reader x ot13 (??? Member) ⚽genre: humor, romance, crack, eventual smut ⚽series tags: MDNI, she’s the man au, revenge au???, cross dressing!reader, reader identifies anything but male, sports au, queer themes, university au, love-whatever the fuck kind of shape, tags will vary per chapter ⚽status: in development ⚽started: first chapter to come out 4/1 @ 6pm cst every weekday ⚽Tag list: please reply to this post, send an ask, or dm to get updated

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[gyuhanniescarat]

mr. (not so) perfectly fine | Wen Junhui | Masterlist

: ̗̀➛ summary: Junhui the campus heartthrob and infamous frat boy thinks he knows all there is to know about matters of love and lust. But, through a fucked ass bet with his frat bros, as the weather starts dwindling down and the emotionally charged season picks up, Junhui learns the hard way that matters of love and lust aren't to be played with.

: ̗̀➛ pairing: fuckboy!junhui x naïve!virgin!fem!reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: porn with HELLA PLOT (minors dni! — If you’re not 18+, then see yourself to the door), university!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, angst

: ̗̀➛ rating: (M) 18+ (chapters containing explicit contents will be marked as so)

: ̗̀➛ warnings: fake dating, university!au, junhui's an egotistical asshole at the beginning (my huihuis i'm sorry plz don't k*** me), junhui is slightly aged down (by 2 years), frat and sorority life, loads of stereotypical fall time college activities, mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption. any names of other idols are considered to be OC's/face claims. see individual chapters for a more detailed list of warnings.

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[woozvc]

the blind date

m.jh

synopsis — can't complain about a boring love life with kwon sooyoung as a friend

pairing — jun x gn!reader

genre/s — smau,non idol au, fluff, blind date

warnings —cursing, lmk if I missed anything!

a/n - a short fic because this idea has been in my head for a week and I just had to write it ASAP 😭 as always I'd love to know your thoughts on the chapter!

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Skin-Deep: Epilogue 1

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: I literally just finished this hehe sorry it took so long guys 🥲 It's going to a be a 2 part epilogue. Enjoy! ❤️

“SIS!” 

“WHAT?”

“TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND TO STOP SENDING FLOWERS!”

The door swung open and you were met with a bunch of roses. Vernon’s head peeked out from the side. 

“I believe that would be the 5th one today,” Vernon said looking around your room which had effectively turned into a greenhouse. 

You sighed as you moved a few vases, filled with a variety of flowers, creating space for your brother to set down the biggest bunch of flowers yet. 

“I’ve tried to get him to stop-,”

“Don’t try,” Sneeze “make him,” Sneeze “Jesus!” Sneeze “make him stop!” Sneeze.

“This place is like pollen central,” Vernon pinched his nose, backing out of your room, “there’s more in the living room by the way.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, looking around. It looked more like a florist than you room right now. Seungcheol had been sending flowers everyday since the two of you got back together. It started off cute and innocent with one or two bouquets. Then it became a massive monstrosity of up to 20 bouquets a day.

You wanted to strangle him. 

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t strangle your sweet, loving boyfriend who vowed to send you flowers every single time he thought of you. Definitely not because you physically couldn’t reach him as he was back at uni finishing off his last semester. 

You had opted to finish your last semester online. Obviously it wasn’t allowed, but it helped that your father (and soon your brother) owned the land that the institute was built on. A quick email from your father had the Dean sweating in his socks as he called you personally to ask if there was anything he could do to make your transition from physical classes to online classes any smoother. Poor man was scared shitless. 

Once last glance at your greenhouse room, you shut the door and left.

“Wow, Mingyu really went wild on this.” Vernon said, letting out a low whistle as he pulled into the driveway

The both of you looked on in awe. Spotlights danced between the building and the sky, streamers on every window, the fountain at full force and a variety of supercars lining the driveway. You and Vernon watched as various individuals exited their cars dressed head to toe in the biggest name brands and the shiniest jewellery.

“Gosh, did he invite the whole world?” You remarked, watching a girl in a full body of Balenciaga step onto Mingyu’s front steps in a pair of diamond encrusted Louboutins. 

“Are we underdressed?” Vernon looked down at his own clothes and then to you, he had never been more thankful that his car windows were tinted. Thinking it was a simple house party, the both of you decided to turn up in casual clothing. You were literally in your princess leia hoodie and Vernon was wearing some ratty yoda sweatshirt. 

You sank into your seat. Vernon, being Vernon, just had to drive his bright red LaFerrari. People were surrounding the car, probably wondering who owned 1 out of the 499 LaFerrari(s) produced worldwide. 

It was too late to go home and change now, you spotted Mingyu bounding towards your car. Vernon rolled down his window, just enough so that only his eyes could be seen. 

“Guys, park in the garage, theres too many people out here.” Mingyu beckoned to follow him. 

Mingyu guided the car into park in his massive garage, away from the prying eyes of the other party goers. Right next to you and Vernon was Minghao’s McLaren P1 (number plate: XMH 8). 

“Oh my god, Gyu.” You exclaimed as you got out of the car. “There’s so many people.” 

Mingyu smiled triumphantly, placing his hands on his hips. “I’m aiming for Party of the Year!” 

Vernon nodded with vigour, “Sounds achievable.”

“Wow Gyu, who picked that out for you?” You said, admiring your friend’s all Dior outfit. Very sleek for a boy who was about to get shit-faced. 

“I did!” Mingyu’s smile got impossibly bigger. 

You hummed, expressing your approval. 

“But what are you two wearing?” Mingyu eyed you and Vernon, clearly confused. “Did I say it was star wars themed or something?” 

“No, Gyu we thought this was a small party!” You cried, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious. 

“We were just about to turn back and change.” Vernon murmured.

Vernon turned to you, “Should we get a maid to send over some clothes?” 

You bit your lip, you didn’t like bothering your staff like this. Surely not everybody was dressed up.

“Mingyu!” Junhui’s head popped through the door, he stepped through the door fully when he saw the three of you. “You guys are here too!” 

Junhui, who’s always in casual clothing, was dressed from head-to-toe in Alexandre Mattiussi’s newest collection. 

You turned to Vernon.

“I’ll call someone.”

You and Vernon were holed up in Mingyu’s bedroom. You on his bed scrolling through your phone and Vernon playing around with Mingyu’s weights. Luckily, the party was in the main house and not many people were loitering near the garages so Mingyu was able to guide the two of you into his room without being spotted.

While you normally didn’t care about your clothes or what people thought, it was incredibly rude to show up to a nice event like this in casual clothing. You also didn’t want more rumours being spread about you being snobby, never attending any events with your parents. 

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Mingyu’s head could be seen. 

“Special Delivery!” Mingyu cried, pushing the door open fully to reveal a familiar face holding a massive bouquet of roses. 

“Cheol!” You squealed as you ran into your boyfriends embrace. 

He received you with a smile, burying his face into your hair, “Hey, sweets.” 

“What are you doing here?” You beamed as you pulled yourself away from Seungcheol’s chest.

“I thought I would surprise you.” Seungcheol said, stooping down to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

Mingyu cleared his throat awkwardly, “Also, here’s your change of clothes.”

“Come on sis, let’s get changed,” Vernon grabbed the bags from Mingyu, “Then you can go downstairs and show off your boyfriend.”

You and Vernon entered the main house. Vernon dressed in Kenzo and you were in one of your mom’s prototype creations for Celine. 

Minghao spotted you two and quickly waved you over. You felt people’s stares and heard their not-so-soft whispers. Of course, you didn’t expect anybody to know you but people knew Vernon thanks to his regular attendance at events. 

“Oh my word is that-?”

“Vernon Chwe! But who’s the girl?”

“Is that Hansol's new girlfriend?” (You and Vernon stuck your tongue out in disgust)

“Omg, her dress is to die for!”

“As usual, the Chwe twins become the talk of the party.” Minghao teased. 

You rolled your eyes at Minghao before being pulled into Seungcheol’s arms.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Seungcheol drawled, giving you one of his lazy smiles. 

“Hi, handsome.” A shy smile appearing on your face.

The two of you were in your own world, his hands on your waist as his thumbs traced soft patterns, his brown eyes staring deeply into yours. How he wished he had chose to surprise you at your house instead of a party. After being away from you for so long all he wanted was some alone time with you. 

“Is that Choi Seungcheol?” “It is!”

“So that girl is not dating Chwe Hansol?” 

“Must be some well-off socialite.”

God people were nosy. 

You rolled your eyes at Seungcheol who returned with an amused chuckle. 

“Let’s move somewhere else.” You muttered, moving to rest your head on Seungcheol’s shoulder, hiding yourself from the curious onlookers. 

“Anything you want.”

The pair of you exited the main house and into the massive garden. The crowd started to thin as you went further out of the compound. You knew the place like the back of your hand having spent majority of your childhood running around here. You caught sight of what you were looking for, a white gazebo surrounded by a pond, which was thankfully devoid of people. 

You pulled Seungcheol under the gazebo, returning into his arms as you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“You should have told me you were coming!” You pouted at him.

“That would have defeated the purpose of a surprise, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about all of this.” You muttered, burying your head into his chest. 

Seungcheol stroked your hair affectionately. “I don’t care about that, I have you, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You grumbled from his chest. 

He chuckled at your cuteness, continuing to run his hand through your hair. 

“What about your parents?” You asked, not daring to look at his face. 

“I cut them off.”

“WHAT?” You pulled yourself off him, mouth agape. “Cheol! You can’t do that!”

“Yes, I can.” Seungcheol assured. “And I did.”

“Oh my goodness, don’t stop talking to your parents just because of me!” You cried, you didn’t want to be the cause of a family fall-out. This was starting to sound like the Taiwanese drama your mother was telling you about over lunch. 

“Listen,” Seungcheol said, moving the stray pieces of hair out of your face, “I plan to marry you and I don’t want you to deal with my crazy parents ever.” 

“That’s all fine and dandy, darling.” You fretted, “But what about money? What about your inheritance?”

You weren’t worried about money per say, you alone had enough for the both of you for the rest of you life (and a million other lives). You couldn’t deny what his parents said: Seungcheol was raised with a certain lifestyle. If he were to lose everything it would be extremely hard for him to transition away from all that. He also spent majority of his life being groomed by his parents to take over, it would horrible to watch all that hard work be thrown away. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I own a large percentage of the company.” Seungcheol said nonchalantly. 

You peered at him, eyebrows furrowing, “What?”

“The company is still technically under my grandpa and not my dad. He transferred my portion of shares to me before I came here.” He explained, tracing your eyebrows with his thumbs, trying to get you to relax. “He was quite pissed with my parents when I told him what they did to you.” 

“He really likes you by the way.” A proud look on Seungcheol’s face, “I mean it’s impossible not to.” 

You blinked a few times, loss for words. Seungcheol face morphed into that of worry.

“I probably won’t be some big shot CEO in the future. I might become a rapper or something.” He laughed nervously.

Now that Seungcheol’s future was so uncertain, he was worried he might not be enough for you. You who had such a bright future, even without the help of your parents. He didn’t want to seem like a burden to you.

“Cheol, you could be my stay-at-home husband for all I care.” You paused, “Are you sure you’re ok with all this?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Your relationship with your parents? The fact that you lost your position in the company?”

“Baby, I genuinely did not care about any position or ranking in that building.” Seungcheol clarified, “My relationship with my parents was destroyed the day they stopped prioritising their child over their work.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t help but feel like all of this was your fault.

“Please don’t cry, okay?” Seungcheol reassured you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes. “None of this is your fault.” 

More tears started pouring down your cheeks as you let out soft sobs. Seungcheol pulled you back into his chest. He held you tight against him as he rested his chin on your head. He continued muttering soft apologies as you bawled into his chest.

a/n: not very confident about this chapter, but I seriously hope it wasn't too bad 😭

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[choidaisy]

 ⊹ ⋆｡˚ . ˚✧ .  ⊹ ⋆｡˚ DAISY SCENARIOS ! #1

𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝.

genre: angst, fluff, 14th member words: 1,482 warmings: emotional strain, exhaustion, skipping meals, public image pressure

The morning started unusually in the dormitory. The clock read eight o'clock when Daisy, normally radiant and full of energy, crossed the kitchen in complete silence. Her steps were light, but the curious gaze of everyone at the table turned to her, as if something was amiss.

Seungcheol, the group leader, couldn't help but feel concerned as he noticed that something was off with his usually lively friend. "Good morning, Daisy. Are you okay?" he inquired, turning in his chair to examine her more closely. Surprisingly, she didn't respond, just stared at her glass of water.

"Good morning, Daisy?" Seungcheol insisted, raising his voice slightly. The tension at the table was palpable, and everyone awaited a response at that moment.

Daisy finally turned to face him, revealing a tired expression that contrasted drastically with her usually lively nature. Seungcheol, suspicious, questioned, "Did you sleep at home? Were you working out?"

The response came abruptly, surprising everyone at the table. "I would have loved to sleep, but I spent the damn night wide awake," grumbled Daisy, turning abruptly to leave the place. The sound of Seungcheol's fork dropping onto the plate echoed through the room, drawing the attention not only of his friends but also of Daisy herself, as he raised an eyebrow.

The tense atmosphere in the kitchen reached a new level when Seungcheol, unable to contain his concern, stood up abruptly, dragging the chair with him. He approached Daisy, whose eyes were now on the verge of tears.

"What's going on? Where are you coming from?" he asked, demanding answers. Daisy, arms crossed, shot him an accusing look. "Didn't Soonyoung tell you?" she challenged, as Seungcheol turned to Soonyoung for clarification.

"Daisy, please, we talked about this yesterday. Stop being childish. Are you really going to start another fight now?" commented Hoshi, casually chewing his food.

"Childish?" she retorted, raising her voice. "I'm being childish?" Daisy laughed incredulously at the accusation.

Amid the prevailing confusion, Seungcheol, who always valued order, began to lose patience. "Can SOMEONE PLEASE explain what's going on? What do you mean another fight?" he demanded, visibly irritated.

Daisy, feeling exhausted, annoyed, and hungry after a week filled with commitments, could no longer contain her emotions. She shouted, venting all her frustration. "I'm coming from the dance studio because my dear performance team changed the song in the setlist without telling me. I was informed last night, and the change is already in effect for today." Her words hung in the air, laden with tension, as everyone at the table absorbed them.

"Wait, Daisy, have you been rehearsing since yesterday?" Jeonghan asked, surprised, and she nodded. "I warned that changing the song wasn't a good idea."

Jeonghan's prior knowledge triggered an even greater rebellion in Daisy, who felt completely left out. "What? You knew too?" she questioned, indignant.

"Daisy, I've told you we thought you were aware. You're being overly dramatic; it's annoying," Soonyoung commented, trying to downplay the situation.

"How could I be aware if none of you informed me?"

"We barely saw you this week, Daisy. We asked them to inform you," he defended.

Before Daisy could unleash more emotionally charged words, Seungcheol intervened, trying to restore order to the conversation. "Did none of you ask her if she was okay with the change?"

"No, Cheol. Nobody consulted me. The four of them decided without me," Daisy retorted, tears now escaping involuntarily. The combination of tiredness, hunger, and frustration was pushing her to the limit, heightening her irritation.

"Anyway, we were the majority. And we wanted to change the song," justified Soonyoung.

"Why not just remove me from the team then? Since my opinion doesn't matter," Daisy vented, tears now flowing freely. Her vulnerability only intensified the moment, making her even more frustrated with the unfair situation she found herself in.

Seungcheol closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his head. He couldn't believe that he would have to deal with group problems so early in the morning.

"Enough, it's already sufficient," he said, holding Daisy by the shoulders. "Go rest; we have a flight soon, and you haven't slept yet," he added, trying to convey calmness to his exhausted friend.

As Daisy withdrew to regain her energy, Seungcheol returned to the table, clearing his plate. The impasse had taken away his appetite, and he still had a conversation ahead with the leader of the performance team. "Finish eating and come to the room for a talk," he ordered Hoshi.

Hoshi sat next to Seungcheol, who patiently awaited him. He took a deep breath, feeling the seriousness of the moment. For Hoshi, all the drama seemed unnecessary, considering Daisy's excellence in choreography.

"You know that communication is crucial to making things work, right?" Seungcheol questioned.

"I swear we thought she was aware, hyung," Hoshi replied.

"But she wasn't. She's visibly tired and stressed, and you called her childish and dramatic."

Hoshi took a deep breath, acknowledging his mistakes. "I'll go talk to her."

"No. Let her rest now," the older one said. "But you guys need to consider everyone's situation, not just the majority. We all know how busy she's been with commitments outside the group."

"I know, I understand," Hoshi agreed, lowering his head. "I should have listened to her side."

Seungcheol gave Hoshi two reassuring pats on the back, wanting to show that, despite defending Daisy at that moment, he was there to support Hoshi in whatever was necessary. "Don't handle everything alone. If you find it difficult, just call me. We'll find a solution together."

The impending departure time brought with it the challenging task of waking up the young woman who had spent the night rehearsing the choreography of the song that triggered the entire confusion.

"We need to wake up Daisy," Joshua reminded.

Mingyu volunteered to go there.

Before entering the room, he knocked on the door three times, opening it slowly to carefully check if he wasn't intruding on her privacy. "Daisy," he murmured as he walked in, but she didn't hear.

So, Mingyu crouched down next to her and called her again. She slowly opened her eyes and mumbled words he couldn't understand.

"Sorry for having to wake you up, but we need to go, sweetheart..." he said softly.

She nodded with a sleepy expression. "I'm coming," she said, yawning.

"You need to get up now," he insisted, laughing softly.

Daisy sat up in bed, her face and hair in disarray.

"Alright," Mingyu said, hugging her affectionately. He then informed her that they had let her sleep as much as possible, but now they had only fifteen minutes to leave.

Daisy came downstairs without delays, accompanied by Mingyu, who held her backpack, while everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Still half-asleep, the taller one guided her to the car, laughing when he noticed she was about to lose her balance.

Upon entering the car, DK handed Daisy a coffee and a sandwich he had prepared himself, realizing that she hadn't eaten yet. Although she was without appetite, everyone insisted that she eat. The first bite was enough for her to realize how tasty it was, and in a few minutes, she had devoured everything.

On purpose, Seungcheol had arranged for the members of the performance team to travel in separate cars from Daisy, considering that her energy was not fully recharged.

At the airport, Daisy couldn't hide her mood. Even though she had to wave to several people and appear cheerful in photos and videos, she simply didn't have the enthusiasm for it.

While she and the other members answered questions from fans and paparazzi about how she was doing, she just waved and forced a smile, saying she was fine. Mingyu, attentive the whole time, touched her back in a supportive gesture.

The journey was safe, and Daisy spent the entire time listening to music on her headphones, memorizing the choreography.

In the backstage, before the start of the show, Hoshi attempted to talk to Daisy to resolve the grievances before the performance. However, she didn't want to talk to anyone, not even her dear little brother, Dino.

As the vocal team performed, Daisy's heart raced, especially because she was very anxious and nervous about her team's performance. That's when she was surprised by Minghao, who hugged her without saying a word. The other three members of the performance team also joined them. "Sorry, Daisy, we won't ignore your perspective anymore," said Hoshi, and she accepted the apology.

The members of the hip-hop team, watching from afar, felt proud of their colleagues.

Despite the apprehension about the new song, Daisy was incredible at memorizing choreographies and shone on stage. Even with everything going perfectly, Hoshi promised her that he wouldn't subject her to stresses like that again. The experience, although challenging, served to strengthen the bonds among the group members, highlighting the importance of communication and mutual support.

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[chanswifey]

Seventeen as your boyfriend | Jun

The best friend

You two have that kind of relationship that started as a friendship but at some point you became lovers and no one knows exactly when or how it happened

None of the members noticed until they saw the two of you actively kissing

And even then some of them were a bit confused cause "best friends kiss on the mouth?? 🤔🤔🤔"

You two roast each other so much, especially on game night. Uno became a forbidden game after he refused to talk to you for three days because you kept giving him +4s and you kept calling him a baby

He's not very into going out for date nights, he prefers to order something and eat in bed, under the cover while watching tv

He immediately cuddles into you as soon as he finishes eating and traps you in his embrace

Not even five minutes later and he's asleep, leaving you to watch TV alone

But you are not really paying attention either, you are too busy admiring your boyfriend's peaceful expression

He will go out though, if you want to. I feel like he is one of those boyfriends that will do whatever you want just because you asked him to

Very clingy, please don't say no to him when he asks for cuddles, he may pass away if you do 😔

That or he will lay all his weight on top of you to force you to cuddle him

"Why are you refusing my love????" He says, his voice muffled from having his face buried in your neck.

"Wen Junhui, I'm trying to work!!!!" You answer trying not to suffocate in the process

Very into couples' outfits. VERY.

If you dare to disagree to wear those he will whine like a baby until you do, then he turns into the happiest dude on earth

Doesn't care if anyone else thinks it's embarrassing

Also a big fan of skincare, loves doing spa days, sitting in the bathtub with a face mask on and all that stuff

Refuses to use his own products, he says they don't smell as good as yours but in reality, it's because they smell like you

Buys you your favorite food when you have a bad day and texts you funny videos to try to make you laugh

He loves to keep you updated on everything he does at work, sends pictures of the whole process

A selfie of him in the recording booth, one of him with the producers, another one for lunchtime, and so on

The happiest day ever is when he manages to take you to a schedule with him and shows off a lot on those days

Keeps asking you if you're enjoying or if you want to leave, please assure him you will never get bored with him around 🙏

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author's note: not my favorite I have ever done, not gonna lie, but I think it came out alright. Hope everyone likes it 💖 please remember to like and reblog 💖

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[wondernus]

𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✼ synopsis: flowers can speak for you when you can’t find the right words to say.

5 mini stories surrounding 5 different orders a local flower shop receives.

✼ pairing: florist!wjh x florist!reader (gn) ✼ genre: angst, drama, fluff, humor, romance ✼ series warnings: please check the individual story tags posted next to their titles. the tags will be updated as the smau progresses. you can find the individual stories under the cut!! ✼ status: ongoing (join the taglist!) ✼ started: 06.27.22

✼ a/n: I’ve recently been interested in the different types of orders a florist would receive that aren’t usually talked about, so I wanted to explore it in this fic (hence the return of the angst tag). If you’re into a medley of different genres, then this fic is for you!

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✼ stories:

order request #1 - flowers for a crush ✏︎ message from sender: "hi! it's dk...again. I swear i'm not going to back out this time!" ⤷ tags: humor, feel-good, food, friends to lovers

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

order request #2 - flowers for newbies ✏︎ message from sender: "Hey, it's Wonwoo. I want to treat myself to flowers, but I can barely take care of myself..." ⤷ tags: self-love, light angst, fluff, food, exes to friends

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

order request #3 - flowers for myself ✏︎ message from sender: "I'm afraid of being forgotten." ⤷ tags: angst, character is preparing for his funeral, death, hospitals, sickness, soundcloud rappers, food picture, language, character almost goes to jail

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

order request #4 - flowers for chefs ✏︎ message from sender: "Y'all carry any edible flowers or nah?" ⤷ tags: food, humor, televised cooking competition, edible flowers, interactive stories

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

order request #5 - flowers from jun ✏︎ message from sender: "hehe" ⤷ tags: fluff, romance

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[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Junhui: Hate Me Not (Part 3)

Anonymous asked: will there be another part to the last junhao part?

Characters: Junhui x female reader (obv a little hao x reader)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, hurt/comfort, pregnant!reader, poly relationship (jun x reader x minghao), jun is a sulky baby and reader blames herself

Word count: 4,265

Summary: Junhui knows he’s going about things the wrong way, but he just can’t stop himself from running away from his problems, ultimately distancing himself from you more and more. Minghao comes up with a plan to get Junhui back to spending more time with you, though things don’t go completely as planned.

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Minghao looked across the table at you, watching as you chewed lightly on the end of your pen as you scanned your notes. You were in the library on campus, trying your best to study for your own classes while Minghao was meant to focus on his classes as well. From time to time, Faye would walk by with Kira trailing behind her, helping the taller girl put away library books while they chatted in English together.

Honestly, you’d been spending a lot more time with your younger mate than you had with Junhui, but that was only because Jun was avoiding Minghao for the most part. He was still upset – though, that was an understatement – with Minghao, so he was staying away -- not so much in an angry way, but more in a way that a child would when he was upset with his parents and went to sulk in his bedroom. He even spent some nights sleeping elsewhere just to avoid Minghao and the baby talk that came with being around the two of you. You didn’t blame Jun for being upset, you just missed him. You wanted to fix things so he could be happy too, but you couldn’t.

“You’re not reading your notes,” Minghao commented, taking note on the way your brows knitted together and how tense your body was. “_____, please try to relax.”

“How can I?” you sighed, setting down your pen and propping your elbows up on the table, letting your chin rest between your hands. “This whole baby thing is causing a huge rift between me and Jun. He doesn’t want to be around us anymore.”

“It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you anymore, _____,” Minghao frowned, reaching across the library table to hold your hand. “He still does things for you, like leave you breakfast in the morning or put that fuzzy blanket you like in the dryer so it’s warm or keep the fridge stocked with all those snacks you like.”

You gave your mate a confused look, “I thought that was you.”

He shook his head with a tiny smile, “Nope, it was all him.”

You looked back down at your notes, trying to think. Was there any way to get Jun to be normal with you and Minghao again? He clearly still cared enough to go out of his way for you – you had started to worry that maybe the imprinting bond was breaking because of how upset he was – so there had to be a way to get him to be near you again.

But Minghao already had an idea. You’d be all Jun’s this weekend, but you didn’t know that yet.

-

Jun sat in his class, not even trying to focus. It had been hard focusing lately, especially with you getting bigger and bigger with the two babies inside you that both belonged to Minghao. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes again as he scribbled in frustration on the margins of his paper.

He was starting to really hate Minghao. He never thought he’d hate one of his brothers, but he felt a strong distaste for the younger wolf, he resented the babies Minghao had put in you, and he was even more upset because no matter how much he wanted to be near you, it just made him think more and more about how you were pregnant because of Minghao and not him.

Junhui still went out of his way to do small things for you when you weren’t around, though. He did feel bad not sticking by your side, but you had Minghao to do that anyway. Besides, Minghao was the father and should be the one to do those things. But Jun felt bad and he missed you and he wanted you to know he still did care about you, just not anything else. But he did notice the smile on your face didn’t reach your eyes anymore, and it wasn’t as bright. Your eyes didn’t have that sparkle it used to. You didn’t seem as happy, and he knew it was all his fault, but he couldn’t help it.

In his frustration, Jun didn’t notice how tightly he was gripping his pen. The plastic thing broke in half, spewing ink all over his hand, the desk, and his papers. The few students around him, though terrified, looked at him in both curiosity and slight fear. Jun let out a sigh before he gathered his things and stormed out of the room.

-

“Huh?” Seungcheol asked as Wonwoo, Faye, and Minghao stood by the doorway to the living room.

“You knew I was visiting home this weekend,” Faye said with a slight look of worry on her face.

Somehow, her being pregnant reverted her back to the soft, shy girl that you had only met when she first started working at the bakery with her. It was a bit odd to have that come out again since you only saw her quiet with strangers, but she was suddenly so afraid to do anything or make anyone the slightest bit upset with her. You assumed because she was easily prone to crying because of her hormones.

You, on the other hand, had already cried so much these last few months that you didn’t care.

“No, Faye, I know,” Seungcheol nodded, reassuring the pregnant girl that she wasn’t in any trouble, “it’s Minghao that I don’t understand.”

You didn’t understand, either. Minghao had never once mentioned going on any sort of trip this weekend, let alone leaving the goddamn country. But here he was with his bags packed and waiting by the door for the next morning so he could leave bright and early with Faye and Wonwoo. You knew he loved the idea of traveling, but you thought he’d at least tell you first.

Minghao just shrugged, “I’ve never been to America.”

“So you’re going to ditch your pregnant mate to do some traveling?” Jun muttered as he sat on the complete opposite side of the room from Minghao – he claimed he was there first and was refusing to leave, but everyone except you knew he was staying there because you were there. “Didn’t even tell her... Responsible.”

Minghao didn’t seem phased by the older boy’s words, though.

“So,” Soonyoung began, cocking his head to one side, “you’re gonna third wheel Faye and Won?”

“No,” Faye said, shaking her head, “we’re gonna include him. He can meet my family! Ooh, my older brother is gonna love you!”

“He doesn’t like me,” Wonwoo frowned. “I don’t think either of your brothers do.”

“That’s probably because you’re fucking their sister,” Mingyu told him with a snort.

“He’s studying abroad in China, but he’s coming home for the weekend,” Faye nodded as she tugged excitedly on Minghao’s hand.

Wonwoo looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed, “Is Luna going to--”

“No,” she stated quickly like she didn’t want to talk about the topic. “She’s...still not... Yeah...”

“You have a sister?” Minghao questioned, though all of you were confused. Faye had only ever mentioned her older brother and her younger brother.

She looked at Minghao with a tight-lipped smile, “Don’t talk about her to my family. She’s...estranged.”

While curiosity got the best of the pack, you walked closer to Minghao, catching his eye. He could easily read the sadness on your face. Not like, sad he was ‘leaving you’ but just sad because you’d miss him a lot.

“So you’re leaving tomorrow?” you frowned.

He offered you a sad smile as he reached up to cup your cheek, “It’s only three days, _____. I promise it’ll go by quickly. Jun will take the best care of you like he always does, you know that.”

A whole weekend with just Junhui, where he’d have no reason to be away from you. That honestly made you significantly less sad. Having Jun be back to normal for a little while--

Your eyes narrowed as you quietly stated, “You planned this on purpose.”

Minghao let out a giggle, “You’re welcome.”

-

Minghao had left in the early hours of the morning. You just barely remembered him waking you up with a soft kiss to your forehead, promising to return soon before reminding you to only sleep on your side – you’d lost count of how many times you’d woken up to him gently rolling you onto your side before you’d immediately go back to sleep.

But remembering that Minghao had left, you were surprised when you felt hands rolling you onto your side when you landed on your back and stopped there when turning over in your sleep. You reached behind you in your half-asleep state and felt a very warm hand behind you, though it was keeping space between you and it.

You started to roll over to see who it was, but as soon as you hit your back, you fell unconscious again.

And once again, you were rolled onto your side.

-

When you finally woke up, whoever was beside you while you slept was gone. There were clothes laid out for you, though – your favorite grey sweater and the most comfortable leggings you owned – so you got changed quickly. After that, you put on some socks before going downstairs and following the smell of food.

On the counter with steam still drifting off of the plate, was rice and eggs, with a sticky note written in all capital letters in handwriting you easily recognized as Junhui’s.

FOR _____

Under that note was another.

I swear to god Gyu, if you eat this one, I’ll disembowel you

You just laughed softly to yourself before taking the plate with utensils already on it, and going to the living room to eat.

You enjoyed your breakfast with the pack that was in the living room. Eunmi had the day off from classes, so she was in a very long t-shirt, her hair up, and was eating a bowl of cereal while she watched Adventure Time – you thought she looked very adorable despite typically having a very tough aura. Yerin was playing a game of chess with Chan while the two of them bickered back and forth while laughing and giggling. Seungcheol and Juri were cuddled up together on the couch while Seungcheol softly sang along to the Adventure Time theme song, making Juri giggle as she cuddled closer to him. The morning was good so far.

“Hey,” a familiar voice you’d barely heard at all these last few months spoke up. You whipped your head around to the threshold to the living room, seeing Jun standing there in a sweatshirt and joggers. “So, uh, Minghao said you needed to get more clothes because you’re…getting bigger and stuff. So…”

“O-oh,” was all you could manage to say.

‘Good one, _____,’ you thought to yourself, ‘After months of hardly hearing a full sentence from him, that’s what you say to him.’

“Do you want to go now?” you asked.

He shrugged, “S’up to you.”

You nodded, eager to spend time with Junhui, “Yeah, we can go now. I was done eating, anyway. Um…thank you, by the way – for breakfast, I mean. Well, and the clothes. Oh, and–”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded, interrupting your thank yous before he turned and went down the hall, walking out the door.

-

The car ride was awkward, but you were just happy to be near Jun. You could tell he was deep in thought from the way his brows furrowed as he stared at the road, and you’d give anything to know what he was thinking so hard about. He clearly wasn’t angry because his grip on the wheel was relaxed, but whatever it was had him clearly a bit preoccupied.

“_____,” Jun suddenly spoke up when he stopped at a light. He turned to look at you, his face emotionless, “we should probably talk. Or, well, I should talk.”

You nodded slowly, playing with your fingers in your lap, “Okay…”

He sighed, reaching over and putting his warm hand over both of yours, “I’m–”

Your phone suddenly buzzed interrupting what Jun was going to say. He glanced at your phone resting on your thigh, letting out a groan and rolling his eyes as he removed his hand and went back to staring straight ahead.

“Never mind,” he grumbled. “Just answer it.”

The ID said it was Minghao, and the picture of you, him, and Jun together showed up to confirm it. You felt a slight pang in your heart, but answered the phone anyway. You knew fighting with Jun would get you nowhere.

“Hi, love!” Minghao chirped when you picked up. “I just wanted to let you know we’re on layover.”

“Are you all doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. I mean, Faye’s really sleepy and is basically passed out on me while Wonwoo’s in the bathroom. If she were awake, she’d say hi,” he chuckled. “How are things with Jun?”

You knew Jun could hear because when you glanced at him, his knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel. You didn’t want to tell Minghao how things were really going, but you didn’t want to lie, either.

But Minghao could tell just from how long you were taking to think of an answer.

“_____…” he sounded upset for you.

“We’re going clothes shopping,” you said quickly, trying to sound happy and excited. “It’ll be fun.”

Minghao sighed, “Alright, well, please be safe. I know Junhui won’t let anything happen to you, but y’know. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied before hanging up.

Jun was silent once again the entire way to the store.

-

Buying clothes was awkward. You were already upset because you had to go up yet another size – Dr. Moon and Josh both said you’d be even bigger because of the twins – but you were even more upset because Jun was back to mumbling and sulking. He did once grab a sweater that he put in the cart, quietly saying, “I like this color on you” before he walked off again. But you still hated how distant he was being.

Despite how much you wanted to cry because of it, you kept your tears in. You would let everything out when you were alone in your room or in the shower or somewhere you wouldn’t do it in front of anybody. You were so sick and tired of crying in front of people and feeling like your emotions were an annoying burden to them.

But as soon as you walked through the door and went to pass Eunmi, she stopped you with a smirk, “So, did you two lovebirds have fun today?”

And you just broke down into sobs. You didn’t have fun, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever have fun again. Honestly, it just felt like Jun hated you now. It felt like if this went on any longer, your bond with him would break or he would die or something bad would happen where you’d lose him. He didn’t want to be around you -- hell, he didn’t even want to talk to you. What could you do?

Eunmi’s eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed, her deadly gaze on Junhui as she wrapped you up in her arms, “Hey bitch-face, what did you do to her?!”

“Nothing!” Jun said, holding up his hands in surrender.

Seungcheol had heard the commotion and came in from the living room to see what was wrong, but the three of you ignored the alpha’s presence.

“Th-that’s the pro-oblem,” you blubbered, your head dropped onto Eunmi’s shoulder.

Junhui was sure his heart almost shattered when you said that. He whined softly, but just stood in place. Seungcheol walked over, looking between the two of you – though you didn’t see him – before he gave Junhui a hard look.

Eunmi brought you down the hall toward the kitchen, but your mate just watched with sad eyes. He didn’t even make a move to go after you.

“Jesus Christ, Jun,” Seungcheol groaned, “can you put your petty fucking instincts aside for your mate? You’re acting like a literal child. Stop sulking and do better for her.”

Jun said nothing, watching as Eunmi led you away from him with Seungcheol following behind.

Eunmi sat you down in a chair before going to grab a tissue for you. Seungcheol crouched down in front of you, a warm hand placed on your knee as he looked up at you with a frown. He felt awful for you. He couldn’t believe your own mate would treat you like this. Jun had made you cry more times these last few months than the alpha could even count. He honestly wanted to hit him

“_____, I’m sorry,” Seungcheol said, his voice soft as Eunmi walked over to dab your eyes.

“He h-hates me,” you wailed, covering your nose with the tissue before it could drip. “He d-doesn’t love m-me a-anym-more.”

“Sweetheart, no, that’s not true,” Eunmi shook her head, stroking your hair back.

“Eunmi’s right,” Seungcheol agreed, “Junhui still loves you.”

You just kept shaking your head at their words, unable to accept them. Junhui wanted absolutely nothing to do with you for the last few months, and you knew that when the babies came, it would only get worse. He’d hate Minghao, he’d hate the babies because they were Minghao’s, and he’d hate you for bringing them into the world – for ruining his life, as he had said before. That statement may have been talked through and apologized for, but now it was all you could think about. You ruined his life.

“Should we call Minghao?” Eunmi suggested.

“No, he’s probably on a plane right now,” Seungcheol sighed, pulling you to his chest when your sobs got stronger.

“I can take care of her.”

Jun’s voice had the two looking toward the doorway. Eunmi’s eyes narrowed again, her glare just about burning a hole in his face, “Yeah, clearly.”

“I have to fix this,” Junhui insisted, his voice soft. “Please, let me talk to her. I promise I won’t make her cry.”

“Fine,” Seungcheol decided, letting go of you to stand up and face Junhui. “You better fix your behavior, though. She doesn’t deserve to think her own mate hates her.”

Just hearing that again – he’d heard everything already – had him whimpering softly. The fact he really made you think he hated you – and then said it out loud – hurt him more than anything. It hurt more than finding out the babies weren’t his.

As Seungcheol had to force Eunmi out of the kitchen, Jun collected you in his arms and brought you upstairs. You didn’t fight him, though you couldn’t stop crying. He shushed you the entire way up, telling you it was okay, but it didn’t feel okay. Junhui was holding you and he was saying he was going to take care of you, but things weren’t okay and you didn’t think they’d ever be okay.

You felt the mattress under you before you felt it dip beside you. Jun held you to him while he sat up against the headboard, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You sat in silence for a while, just the sound of your sobs and sniffles filling the room. Jun stayed quiet, just letting you get most of it out.

“_____,” he began quietly, but there was something about his voice that sounded…off, “d-do you really think I hate you?”

You heard the break in his voice. You pulled away just enough to look at him, seeing a few tears sliding down his cheeks. You hadn’t even noticed he’d started crying, and you weren’t sure if he was crying because he hurt you or because you thought he hated you or for a reason completely lost on you. But you didn’t know why he’d cry over you.

When all you did was look at him without saying a word, a sob escaped his lips. You’d never heard Jun cry before – you’d seen it, yes, but never heard him make any noise – and it stabbed right at your heart.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered so his voice wouldn’t break again. “I’ve been so fucking awful to you, but I couldn’t stand being around him. I just– Fuck, _____, I wanted everything with you, and he got it first. I just have to stand by and watch! I thought sharing with my brother would be easy but it’s hard and it’s only going to get more and more difficult and–”

He stopped, taking a deep breath because his voice was raising and was starting to get shaky. He shook his head, cupping your cheek as a few tears fell from his chin and onto the sleeve of his shirt, “I need to stop isolating and sulking when I’m upset or angry. No matter what, I shouldn’t neglect you. I thought maybe just doing small gestures would at least remind you that I care, but a mate needs their wolf as much as a wolf needs their mate. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for letting my anger get in the way of my love for you.”

You sniffled, rubbing one eye with the side of your hand, “S-so you don’t hate m-me?”

“No,” he breathed, his forehead resting against yours as your noses just barely brushed. “No, I never could. I’ll love you until the day I die, and then even after that. You’ll always be my mate, _____, and that won’t ever change.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him close. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, making him laugh softly before sniffling.

“I missed you,” you told him.

You felt and hurt and purr in his chest, “I missed you more.”

-

The rest of the weekend was boring, but Junhui stayed with you the whole time. He brought you to and from class, he took you out to lunch, he made sure you spoke to Minghao once a day – he figured out the time zones for you – and he slept in your room again.

Even in the late hours of the night when you were half awake, feeling the bed dip on Minghao’s side, you still felt Junhui’s warm arms around you, never letting up. Even when Minghao kissed your forehead, whispering to you that he was finally back, Junhui stayed glued to your back, seemingly unbothered. He stayed, and that was an accomplishment of it’s own.

Jun got grumpy. Of course he did, you knew how he felt about the situation. You felt like he still resented the babies, too, but he still begrudgingly helped you – Minghao couldn’t help but laugh watching a grumpy Junhui frown deeply even while he massaged your swollen belly. You had to admit, there was something entertaining about seeing Jun with a semi-permanent pout even while he did nice things for you.

He loved you, he couldn’t help but help you.

“I brought you something!” Faye grinned as she held out a purple bag for you. “I hope you like it. Wonwoo and I got a matching one – well, kind of.”

You dug through the tissue paper, your hand landing on something that felt soft and plush. When you pulled the contents out, you were gripping four onesies: two were lions, and two were tigers. Minghao smirked, looking away as he presented the gift with Faye and Wonwoo. Jun raised his eyebrows before looking back at the taller mate.

“Faye, do you know what twins means?” he chuckled, though you could tell he was trying his best to not burst into little coos of how cute they looked. “Can you count?”

Faye’s cheeks turned red as they puffed out in a pout, “Y-yeah! I– I just thought…”

Wonwoo put an arm around her to keep her calm before she burst into tears at Junhui’s remark.

“She wanted to do the whole ‘lions and tigers and bears’ thing,” Minghao explained, though his gaze was mostly on you when he spoke, “but she figured twins usually wear the same thing, so she got two of each just in case you want them to match instead.”

“We got the bear one,” Wonwoo spoke up.

“I love it,” you told them honestly with a thankful smile, “thank you, Faye.”

Faye smiled shyly with a shrug, “I figured I should try to cheer you up since I kinda kidnapped Minghao. I hope you weren’t too upset.”

You nudged Jun before leaning into him, earning a kiss to the top of your head, “I had good company.”

“The best company,” Junhui corrected. “I’m a delight.”

“Oh fuck, is it opposite day already?” Soonyoung asked.

Junhui turned to glare at his brother before both took off, Jun chasing after Soonyoung with a yell while Soonyoung laughed maniacally. Wonwoo sighed deeply, stepping in to defuse the situation before it escalated.

"You did have a good weekend?” Minghao checked.

You nodded as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, “Of course I did. Personally, I did find Jun to be a delight.”

“You seem happier,” Minghao noted.

“Yeah,” you let out a content breath, your own arms lazily resting around his hips. “I think everything will be okay. It’ll just take some time and effort.”

“Which is normal,” he assured you. "The best relationships take time and effort.”

“And we are the best.”

He chuckled, “Yes we are.”

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13 reasons why | reason no.11: the baristas can speak numerous languages

☆ characters: barista!junhui & foreigner!you (Zhixiao - ‘98 liner) ☆ genre: coffee shop au, humour, angst ☆ summary: you like that Junhui always speaks his mind around you when he thinks you don’t understand the words he’s saying because those times he makes it obvious that your feelings are reciprocated; however, what starts out as an innocent lie - a harmless albeit intentional omission of truth - almost ruins your chance for a happy ending ☆ words: 8,7k ☆ taglist: @dat-town​,@soobin-chois​

➼ chapter index

Even though you liked your personal space and had no problem having fun on your own, you were a great friend. An amazing, attentive friend, really. Someone who might have called her loved ones out on their ridiculous behaviour, but supported them nonetheless, because at the end of the day, you were a firm believer that even a seemingly horrible idea could have put people on the right path - on the path that led them exactly where they were supposed to be.

Thus, for those who knew you, it came as no surprise that you had willingly relocated your study sessions with your best friend from the uni library to a downtown coffee shop just because her new boyfriend worked there as a manager. With how extremely busy Yuri could get due to her teacher assistant and substitute high school literature teacher duties and her two majors out of which one required a well-written thesis paper by the end of the year, you understood her need to at least see Wonwoo while you were working on your assignments and quizzing each other for upcoming tests. Especially because they weren’t one of those cringe couples who couldn’t keep the PDA at the bare minimum around their single friends. In fact! If you had had time to give it a serious thought, you would have realised that you had never seen them sharing anything more than the chastest, softest, shortest kisses when you were around.

They were definitely more subtle with their stolen glances, too, than you, who were openly ogling at Junhui whenever his shifts aligned with your weekly study sessions. It was both surprising and unsurprising that he hadn’t noticed your interest in him yet, but you supposed that his obliviousness was somewhat charming, and you were also too busy for a serious relationship. As much as you hated Yuri’s asshole ex-boyfriend for dumping her in public, you knew you wouldn’t have been able to settle for those baby steps they were taking with Wonwoo. Hence, at the start of your university career, you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t have committed until after graduation, and you were adamant to keep yourself to your word.

Still, as you were witnessing another female customer chuckling by the counter at something that the Chinese barista told her, you couldn’t have helped but wish that he would have been still single when the right time finally came. Otherwise, he would be your one that had gotten away.

‘Have you finished your research analysis? Mine is getting way too long,’ Yuri’s question pulled you out of your head, forcing you to tear your gaze away from the customer who took way too long in the line, making the people behind her visibly fidgety.

‘My analysis?’ You asked, holding onto those pieces of information your brain had actually managed to register, although you didn’t stress over whether your best friend had caught you red-handed or was unaware of your growing dislike towards the giggly girl.

With furrowed eyebrows, Yuri nodded.

‘I still have two entire aspects to explain in detail, but I’m almost there. They shouldn’t take up more than three, three and a half pages,’ you said, quickly checking your notes and the progress you had made in the last two hours. Admittedly, you had always had a problem with word and page count requirements despite your major - you were a zealous journalist-to-be in the making -, but somehow working on your thesis paper came easily. Maybe, because for the first time since you had become a student, your options were plenty: you had been allowed to choose your own topic, your own consultant, your own research methods. Unlike many, you loved every second of the journey.

‘But are you within the required number of pages? I think I need to get back to a few points and delete a few sentences,’ the girl frowned, tapping on her keyboard and clicking with her mouse vehemently. ‘Or entire paragraphs.’

Well that… that made you jut out your bottom lip a little. You made grabby hands at her over the table that you shared under the coffee bean sticker.

‘Come on! Give me that laptop. I’m sure it’s not half as bad as you make it to be,’ you reassured her and took the device from her when she lifted it over your empty plates.

First, with an easy keyboard combination, you checked how close she was to the maximum number of pages, then skimmed through the paragraphs, paying more attention to those that looked massive at first glance. Fortunately, she didn’t have many of them. You managed to get rid of almost an entire page of word vomit in half an hour without damaging the core value of the paper.

Unruly locks falling into your face, you were chewing on your cheeks from the inside when a soft thud made you look up from the screen.

‘I’m sorry,’ Junhui said before he quickly repeated his apology in Chinese, so that you could understand as he was still under the impression that you didn’t speak the local language. In his defence, you had never bothered correcting his assumption, but that was because some things were simply too entertaining to purposely put an end to them. ‘Your cup was empty for a while now and you work so hard,’ he rambled before he pointed at the freshly made mocha next to your notes that you had never ordered.

His thoughtfulness made you feel warm.

‘Thank you, I haven’t even noticed it honestly. It’s really nice of you,’ you offered a smile that turned into an amused chuckle when not even ten seconds later, Wonwoo walked up to your table with a glass of iced coffee on a metal tray. You wondered who had stolen the idea from whom.

‘I…’ Junhui started, unconsciously giving in to his nervous habit when he cracked his knuckles one by one methodically. You wished you could have put your hand on his to stop him from further damaging his joints.

‘Would you like some pastries, too, girls? A sandwich?’ Surprisingly, it was the always quiet Wonwoo who broke the silence, his question attentive albeit business-like. He sounded more like the manager of the place than your best friend’s boyfriend, although it was true that the former would have taken your money for the snacks, while one look at the boy’s rose-tinted cheeks and shy smile was enough for you to know he meant them as freebies.

Your eyes met Yuri’s and you wiggled your eyebrows a few times before your gaze slid to the Chinese barista, then to her boyfriend. You prodded your best friend in the shin with your foot to make sure she understood your silent request.

‘Do you still have one of your chicken-avocado sandwiches, Wonwoo-yah? She’d really love to try it,’ she assisted you, so that you could live with the opportunity even though you could have afforded your own food. It was nice to get special treatment every once in a while even if you knew it was all thanks to Yuri who - unlike you - politely declined the offer. ‘I’m still full from those donut balls with lemon custard, but thank you. Tell Mingyu, they were delicious. I really enjoyed them.’ She smiled at the boy, then helped him collect your empty plates while you were busy observing the small changes in Junhui’s facial expressions.

The barista seemed more lost than flustered by the time Wonwoo left and your best friend took her laptop back from you.

‘Can I help you with something?’ You inquired with your chin resting on the back of your hand, completely disregarding Wonwoo’s confused look when you addressed his friend in his native language instead of Korean.

You wondered whether you had noticed his reaction because he was standing in your line of sight or his emotions were oozing out of him for everyone to see. However, Junhui made no sign of acknowledging Wonwoo’s bewilderment, hence you guessed it was all in your head. That, or the boy was the most oblivious person you had ever had the pleasure or misfortune to encounter. One day, you would definitely need to sit down with him and talk to him about his total lack of situational awareness and its dangers in today’s society.

‘With something?’ He asked, scratching his nape and you suck in your lower lip to keep your urge to laugh aloud at bay. You didn’t intend to embarrass him more than how awkward he must have already felt. ‘No. No, thank you. I… I think I should, yeah. Go back, you know?’ He rambled and you nodded along his every word, endeared.

‘Yeah, it’s a busy afternoon, isn’t it? I’m sure Yeseo would appreciate the help at the counter,’ you agreed without checking how many people were standing in the line to get their order from the girl. It didn’t matter. Agreeing with Junhui and soothing his nerves at the same time didn’t hurt anyone even if you had already seen afternoons much busier with only one barista standing behind the coffee machine.

‘Good luck with your assignment,’ he lifted his fists for a “hwaiting” before he slowly turned his back to you and rushed back to work.

‘You should tell him you speak Korean. You clearly make him nervous,’ your best friend said with a disapproving shake of her head that you ignored on purpose. It wasn’t like you were straight out lying into the boy’s face or hurting him intentionally. Not to mention that it hadn’t been you who had addressed him in Chinese first. It was all on him that he had never asked you whether you were speaking the local language to any extent in which case you would have come clean right away.

‘You think he’s nervous to speak in his native language?’ You raised a brow in amusement, her boyfriend’s temporary absence not registering in your mind until Wonwoo came back to your table with a chicken-avocado sandwich on a porcelain plate.

You thanked him for the food with a small bob of your head and a bright smile.

‘He’ll feel stupid when he realises,’ Yuri frowned, her argument quiet, but impactful. It made you frown, too, so you bit into your sandwich and used it as an excuse to prolong the silence. You knew that your best friend was only trying to look out for you and Wonwoo’s friend, and you were also aware that she hated confrontations. These were your main reasons for not letting your hurt get the best of you and saying something you might have instantly regretted in the next second.

‘How are the kids in your class? Any crazy stories these days?’ You asked between two bites, diverting the topic as soon as you swallowed down the first one. Considering how tired your friend’s sigh sounded, you supposed she wasn’t too happy about your choice, but she played along nevertheless for which you were grateful.

You would talk about Junhui another day.

Rationally speaking, you were well aware that pulling two all-nighters in a row because of your upcoming exams, piled-up assignments and the last-minute editing of your thesis made you more sensitive to a lot of things including noises and lights, but you still thought that you were being followed. The fact that the street lights made every stranger, who was taller than you, look sharper and more dangerous didn’t help at all. Your heart was hammering in your throat.

You were on your way home from a long study session with a few of your classmates for a group project, mentally cursing yourself for leaving your powerbank in your other backpack, when you became aware of the rhythmic sound of a pair of sneakers coming from behind you. It was super unnerving because usually the streets in downtown were loud enough to shut out individual noises, but this time it was as if your entire being was hyper fixated on the loud thud, thud, thud that resembled your own speeding up steps. Could it have been all in your head?

You were too freaked out to look over your shoulder and check it.

If you had been studying in the university library, you would have taken the metro to get back to your apartment, as you lived three minutes from the closest station, but since one of the guys had wanted to be able to eat snacks during your brainstorming session, you had opted for a quieter bubble tea and coffee shop where you knew the owner wouldn’t have sent you away to make more space for new customers. When your nervous eyes landed on the lit up windows of Coffee Carat, you had never been happier that Freefall was so close to Wonwoo’s workplace or that you had to walk in that direction to get home.

Resisting your fight or flight response and the growing urge to just hold onto your tote bag and run for your life, you did your best to stay as calm on the outside as possible. You didn’t want the person who was very likely following you to know you were onto them. Who knew what kind of reaction that would have triggered in them.

Your hand was trembling like a damned leaf in the autumnal wind when you finally reached the familiar double door and instead of walking past it, you pushed it open urgently. Your legs almost gave out when it closed shut behind your back, shielding you from the outside world.

You didn’t know how long you had been blocking the entrance before someone walked up to you, but you flinched without meaning to when the person touched your upper arm ever so gently.

‘Hey. Is everything alright?’ Wonwoo’s voice reached your ears from under heavy layers of water, and you nodded, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes.

‘I’m just…’ you started. Admittedly, you weren’t sure whether it would have been a good idea to tell him what had chased you into their shop so late. Not because you were afraid of his opinion of you in case you were seeing things due to sleep deprivation, but because you would have bet your life on it that it would have gotten back to Yuri, and you didn’t want to worry her. ‘I’ve just had a group meeting nearby and still have some school stuff to work on at home, so I came by for a cup of coffee. To re-energize,’ you said.

‘Okay,’ Wonwoo replied with a curt nod; however, it was clear as day that he didn’t believe you. It didn’t matter. At least he was considerate enough not to push for details. ‘Coffee to go? Or would you like to finish it here? Rest a little before going?’ He asked and you gulped, pushing down the urge to look outside the window to check whether the person who had been following you was still lingering nearby.

‘Yeah, a break sounds nice. Thanks,’ you agreed easily and you both walked up to the counter without engaging into a more meaningful conversation.

Even though Wonwoo made it clear that he would prepare your order out of turn, you insisted that you could wait for yours just like any other customer, then stood in line with a faux smile on your face. Having three people in front of you meant more justified minutes to stay in the building. It meant more time for your hypothetical follower to get bored and leave.

Deep in your thoughts, you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings until it was your turn to order, but looking up from your sneakers, you lifted your head just in time to see as Junhui pushed Minghao aside, so he could take your order instead. In his defence, the action would have been pretty subtle if it hadn’t been for him saying:

‘Go away! We’ve already talked about this. I’ll take her order!’

You bit into your cheek from the inside to swallow down a chuckle. He was so dumb, but so adorable.

‘Man. You’re embarrassing yourself,’ Minghao retorted with a deadpan expression and rolled his eyes for good measure right before his girlfriend pulled him towards the sink where they hand-washed the dirty plates, cups, glasses and mugs.

Junhui sent a bright albeit awkward smile in your direction.

‘What can I get for you?’ He asked in Chinese and you chose a random item from their menu with one of the desserts that was sold for half of its original price due to how close they were to closing the place. The strawberry daifuku looked too good to let it go to waste even if you knew from Yuri that the owner always gave the leftovers to his employees and friends.

Once you put your hands on the sweets and your extra large salted caramel macchiato, you chose an empty table close to the windows and took a sip from the drink. A rational part of you, that was aware that you should have caught up on some sleep that night, doubted it did you any good, but hell, it tasted delicious.

The less daifuku remained on your plate, the more content you felt, but it wasn’t the same as if you had been suddenly freed from the anxiety. You still kept looking outside the window, following every pedestrian with your eyes and focusing on the darker areas of the park that separated Coffee Carat from Freefall. It was ridiculous because you didn’t actually need to go near the trees to get home, but still. The greenery you liked so much in this neighbourhood made you feel nervous for the first time in your life.

Maybe, you should have asked for something without caffeine or less sugar.

‘Hey… are you like, uhm, waiting for someone?’ Junhui’s question came from beside you and you almost dropped your mug because of how unaware you were of your own surroundings. It was almost comical, how the roles had gotten reversed for a second.

‘What do you mean?’ You asked, genuinely confused by his assumption. With whom would you have met at a coffee shop after 9PM? For late-night dates, you much preferred diners and underrated restaurants where you could learn about the other person’s taste, too, not just their personality, which could be faked more easily.

‘It’s just that you keep staring outside and I was thinking. I didn’t mean to be rude, maybe it’s not my business, I mean, it’s definitely not my business. But we’re closing in ten minutes,’ he informed you and you looked down at your watch with eyes wide like saucers. You hadn’t realised it was already 9:50PM.

9:51PM.

‘I’m sorry. I’ll speed up and leave. Thanks for the reminder,’ you said with a smile, another one that felt more genuine that it should have been considering the whirlpool of emotions in your belly. Or were those butterflies? This thought only turned your grin wider.

Junhui nodded and turned his back to you just to turn back around again, not even a heartbeat later.

‘No, but… are you okay? Can I help you with something?’ He asked, a bit unsure yet clearly determined to get the truth out of you. You contemplated how pathetic it would have sounded if you had admitted that you were suddenly afraid of the dark; that you were unsure whether there was a monster waiting for you outside or it was only in your head because you didn’t take good care of yourself these days.

On most days, you didn’t give a damn about other people’s opinion of you. You liked to think that you had thick skin that allowed you to live a carefree, unapologetic life at least in this aspect. However, sitting by the window, sipping on your salted caramel macchiato, you felt unusually vulnerable. Still, instead of annoying, the question felt nice when it came from Junhui. Obviously, you had nothing against Wonwoo, either, he was a sweetheart, but he wasn’t your person.

You looked around in the customer area, acknowledging that there were only three other girls in the shop and that most of the empty tables were already cleaned.

‘Do you have some time to sit with me?’ You asked and he nodded immediately, jumping on the opportunity like an excited puppy despite trying his best to remain collected. At moments like this, you had a hard time believing that he wasn’t off the market already, that Junhui was seriously single when he was a green flag on two legs.

‘Of course, I have,’ the barista claimed before whispering under his nose in Korean: ‘I always have time for you.’ 

You decided to file that piece of information away for another time and took a sip from your macchiato before you started your story time. You told him about the straining workload at uni, your poor time management and messed up sleep schedule. You also mentioned the new group project professor Lee had dumped onto you last-minute and those long hours you had spent at Freefall. Then, you took a momentary break - drank another gulp from your drink - and went into details about the footsteps you had heard from behind your back and how eerie it had been that they had hit the concrete for the same rhythm yours had done so.

‘Maybe it’s all in my head. Dunno, it’s not like there aren’t CCTVs everywhere in Seoul,’ you tried to downplay it, but Junhui had none of it. He shook his head vehemently and went as far as to put his hands on his hips with a straight back, his posture almost unnatural.

‘Maybe, but what if you’re right and this person is real?’ He asked, his tone firm enough for you to know he wasn’t stalling because he was waiting for an answer. Thus, you pressed your lips together and remained silent. ‘Are you in a hurry? If not, you should stay until we finish up and I’ll walk you home,’ the suggestion left his mouth easily, the flames of determination in his eyes rendering you speechless.

If you wanted to be honest, you didn’t hate the idea of waiting for Junhui. Mostly because his presence made you feel safe - a sensation you were lacking that night - and because it was him offering and not you begging for his company. Not that you had ever had to fight for his attention, not really, but he was an objectively handsome young man, which meant he wasn’t short of young girls and women fanning over him. He could have spent his time with anyone, yet he chose to walk you home because you might or might not have been followed.

‘I’m not in a hurry,’ you said at the end, not exactly shy about the sudden turn of events, but lowkey blushing when Minghao walked up to your table and shoved a mop into his friend’s hands without further explanation.

While the other customers left the building, you were allowed to stay by your table and eat some of the leftover pastries for free while the guys closed the cash register and cleaned the place. In a weak moment, you offered to help them with the easiest tasks, such as mopping the floor after Junhui put every chair on the tables in the customer area; however, Wonwoo reassured you that Seungcheol paid his employees handsomely. They could manage the short list of things to do easily.

Time flew quickly in good company; it was a universal truth. Hence, as you were watching the guys joke around and annoy each other while they were simultaneously doing their job and joining the radio whenever there was a song they knew by heart, it came as no surprise that they finished everything before you realised a whole hour had passed. Standing in front of the double door with one hand on the handle, you had to make a conscious effort to not laugh or smile when Seokmin called Junhui out on his eagerness to leave with you. He was funny, but you weren’t supposed to get the joke. You hadn’t told Junhui yet that you spoke Korean and it didn’t feel like the right time or place. His friends would have never let him live it down.

So your smile was more on the polite side until you left; until it was only the two of you and the boy coaxed the first laughs out of you with his silly stories and ridiculous jokes. He was so bad at telling them, jumping from one key point to the other, sometimes leaving out the most important pieces of information, that your belly hurt by the time you reached your apartment building.

If you had been the main leads of a romantic comedy - or one of those Chinese dramas that were worth binge watching in your scarce freetime -, Junhui would have lingered before he eventually said goodbye to you, but in reality, he seemed pretty okay with leaving as soon as you pointed at your windows, so you needed to take matters into your own hands before he walked away.

‘We will celebrate the end of our - hopefully - last exam period next weekend with a few of our classmates. It’s more like an early graduation celebration party, you know, without the family and all the hassle. Would you like to come? Wonwoo will be there, too,’ you asked in one breath, trying to sound as casual as you could despite your obvious ramble.

Since when was “you” and “rambling” in one sentence a thing? God.

‘I… sure, someone has to make sure Wonwoo doesn’t become a party pooper after all,’ he shot a smile in your way, that bright and genuine smile that always awoke the butterflies in your tummy. ‘And make sure you get home in one piece,’ Junhui mumbled under his nose in Korean, his voice barely above a whisper yet impactful enough to paint your cheeks a faint shade of pink - a colour you could hide in the dimly lit street.

You bit into your cheek from the inside to contain your giddiness.

‘Someone has to,’ you agreed with both statements without his knowledge and promised him that you would tell him more about the details once they were set in stone before he walked away for real.

You couldn’t have believed you had let such a great opportunity go to waste when later that night you realised that you could have asked for Junhui’s number if only you had told him that you would send him the fixed date and location via kakao. Such an amateur, school girl mistake.

You were so busy with finishing up the school year and so excited about the party with your chillest classmates and friends that at one point of the night, after like two or three glasses of somaek, you completely forgot that only a handful of your Korean friends spoke Chinese and that they all talked to you in their native language, which you couldn’t have pretended not to understand when they had already known your Korean was close to fluent. How else could you have gotten yourself a partial scholarship to a Korean program at one of the best unis in the country? It wasn’t like you had written your assignments in Chinese or your lectures had had magical subtitles only you could have seen.

If you had the brain capacity, you might have wondered if anyone had ever set themselves up for failure as wonderfully as you had done when you had invited Junhui for the party, but you were sleep-deprived and tipsy, so you simply greeted him with one of your sweet smiles when he finally arrived.

‘You’re late!’ You complained, your lips taking on a naturally pouty shape as you looked him in the eyes. He looked so good with his adorable mole above his upper lip and the one on his cheek that lately made you want to pinch it. Or kiss it. Maybe something in-between. Or both. Yeah, you could have definitely pinched his cheek and kissed him as an apology. Or should you have kissed him first and pinched him afterwards just to tease him? You liked teasing him a lot.

‘I’m sorry. There was an emergency at the shop,’ he apologised before he tilted his head to the left and pointed at Wonwoo who had also arrived only a couple of seconds ago. You followed his line of sight and sighed when you saw Yuri hugging her boyfriend so openly albeit a bit shyly. You wanted to do the same, just not with Wonwoo.

‘Hey guys! Grab a shot and come to the table! It’s time for the classic, the cliche, the legend!’ One of your classmates shouted, hyping up your slowly growing group, although you knew what was coming was the most basic drinking game of all time: ‘Truth or dare!’

You shook your head with a smile and tugged on Junhui’s sleeve.

‘You heard her. Let’s go!’ You exclaimed, completely oblivious to the fact that you shouldn’t have been able to understand the girl or that you had just blown on your imaginary house of cards as though it had always meant to be destroyed so carelessly.

You didn’t stutter, you didn’t waver and you clearly weren’t aware of the reason why Junhui was giving you such a terrified look. Your tipsy brain assumed it was because of the game and how juicy it could have gotten when one was playing it with the right gang.

With so many people around, it took for a while until you could actively participate in the game, but you genuinely enjoyed yourself while you were watching your classmates and friends embarrass themselves in public. Then, you dared Yuri to sit into Wonwoo’s lap and the crowd went wild. You hadn’t felt so light and carefree in months.

‘Your turn. Truth or dare?’ Wonwoo’s question was directed at you three or four rounds later, his eyes shining with unexpected mischief as he raised one of his brows. He was challenging you and you were a coward, so you chose:

‘Truth.’

Obviously, you would have been stupid to willingly embarrass yourself in front of Junhui. He was already way too quiet for your liking. Now that you thought about it, he hadn’t said a word since you two had joined your friends by the table.

You turned towards him, worried. And you were still looking at him when your best friend’s boyfriend’s question reached your ears, dread morphing your features as the seriousness of the situation hit you in the face. Oh. Why hadn’t you thought of the possibility that Wonwoo might have asked you why you were pretending not to understand Korean around Junhui? It was such a predictable question in hindsight, especially after the sneaky dare you had given Yuri. 

‘I…’ you started, but the words stuck in your throat and you had to take a deep breath before you tried again, this time, with more confidence. It was as good of a time to come clean as any even if the circumstances weren’t ideal. So far, you could have soothed your conscience with the reminder that you had never lied in Junhui’s face. You didn’t want to start it now.

So you turned your whole body towards the boy and made sure he heard you when you told him the truth.

‘I like knowing those things he isn’t brave enough to admit aloud,’ you said, giving him one of your sweetest smiles in hope of his forgiveness.

Yet, he averted his eyes, and when you gave in the urge to touch his face and make him look at you, he cleared his throat and excused himself like it wasn’t painfully obvious that he didn’t need to use the toilet. He needed more distance between the two of you. 

You bit into your cheeks from the inside hard enough to draw blood before you, too, left the table, using the weak excuse that you needed some fresh air. In reality, you just couldn’t bear to see the pitiful look everyone was giving you or hear the apology that fell from your best friend’s lips as though it was her or Wonwoo’s fault.

Even tipsy, you knew it was all on you.

The first thing that popped up in your mind when you left the diner and sat down on one of the plastic chairs outside was that maybe you were wrong and you did need some fresh air. Because hell it felt amazing when the cold, wintry air hit your face and caressed your warm cheeks like a mother would - or a best friend. A person you could confide in. God, you had screwed up big time, hadn’t you?

Frowning, it didn’t even occur to you that sitting outside in December, wearing nothing but a thin long-sleeved shirt and denim jeans was a bad idea. You didn’t question why there were only three other dudes chatting on the terrace, smoking cigarettes. You were just relieved to be alone while you were mourning a relationship you had never even had. You really liked Junhui.

It was the sudden weight of a jacket on your shoulders that pulled you out of your thoughts, your head snapping towards your intruder fast enough to hurt. However, as soon as your eyes met Junhui’s you swallowed down the groan.

‘What…’ you started, but didn’t know how to finish the question, so you pressed your lips together and said nothing. Did you even have the right to ask him what he was doing outside when you had made him so uncomfortable, he had to distance himself from you? Did you even want to hear the answer?

As much as you didn’t mind being rejected - you were an advocate for the basic human right of saying no -, at that moment, you would have rather not be called an awful person by the first person who had piqued your interest in years. You had already felt pathetic, your self-esteem could only take so much one night.

Junhui took the chair next to you.

‘Were you having fun?’ He broke the silence when he realised you wouldn’t, his gaze fixated on something in front of him instead of on you as though he was just as afraid of the look on your face as you were of the emotions in his eyes. You didn’t want him to resent you, though, you might have deserved it. ‘Or do you really like me?’

It wasn’t the first time you heard the boy speak Korean, clearly, but there was something new and almost odd about hearing Junhui dedicating a question to you in the local language. You allowed yourself another quick glance at him, and even in your tipsy state it was ridiculously easy to tell that he was much drunker than the last time you had sat this close. It took one to know one.

You let out a defeated sigh.

‘I like you. I really do, Junhui,’ you admitted as you wondered whether your confession was too plain and about the chances that he would believe you. Weren’t you a notorious liar in his eyes?

Your lips parted in disbelief when instead of an answer or a well-deserved accusation, you felt a light weight on your right shoulder; the side Junhui was sitting on. Slowly, to not ruin the moment, you turned your head in that direction, surprised to see the boy’s head resting on you. Too stunned to comprehend the situation, you lifted your left hand to touch his soft hair and simultaneously check whether he was asleep.

Based on the lack of reaction, he was. He fell asleep on your shoulder. On the very same person’s shoulder who had unintentionally made him feel like a fool. You didn’t have to be a genius to know you didn’t deserve the immense amount of trust something like this required from a person; he was so vulnerable, completely unconscious beside you, and so adorable as he was snoring lightly that you swore you would protect him from all harm. If only he had given you a second chance.

If you wanted to be honest, you had no idea how long you stayed outside or whether you had also managed to fall asleep at one point. However, it was fairly obvious that the party hadn’t been over yet when Yuri and her boyfriend walked up to you and informed you that they had already called a cab.

‘Do you need help with him? We can take a small detour to both of your apartments if you’re okay to leave in ten,’ Wonwoo offered and you sneaked a glance at Junhui before you made up your mind. Sure, you would have gladly stayed for a little longer, making up for all those university parties you had deliberately missed out on due to your workload, but making sure the boy got home in one piece was higher on your priority list.

‘Thanks. That would be nice,’ you accepted the help and let Wonwoo pull his friend into a bent albeit standing position when the driver finally arrived.

Since Yuri volunteered to take the passenger’s seat and out of the three remaining passengers you were the tiniest, you stuck between the boys in the backseat with Junhui’s head once again on your shoulder. Way less tipsier than an hour prior, it was impossible not to notice the effect his closeness had on your body: his warm breath fanning over your skin under your ear sent a pleasant shiver down your spine and whenever his nose touched your neck, you felt new goosebumps forming on your lower arm. He was so, so close and so damn out of it, you were sure he would have felt embarrassed that he was particularly cuddling you in front of his friend if he had been conscious.

God, even your cheeks were burning and you were sitting so upright, one would have thought someone had shoved a stick up your ass.

‘We’re here,’ Wonwoo nudged you when the cab parked in front of Junhui’s building and you acknowledged with a surprised hum that his place was in the opposite direction from the café than yours. Suddenly, his offer to walk you home after your mild panic attack meant so much more to you.

You looked down at the sleeping boy and brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face.

Although you did shake Junhui awake, dragging him up to the third floor was an adventure on its own, not to mention the mess he made as soon as his front door closed behind your back. He might not have thrown up on your shoes, but he crashed into several furniture and walls, which resulted in two broken porcelain decorations and a rose-coloured bump on his head.

‘It’s okay. You can rest now,’ you told him once he was under the blankets, still in his clothes but with his shoes and socks off. It wasn’t below you to put a drunk person in their pyjamas; however, with Junhui, you didn’t want to risk crossing that line without his explicit consent. Especially not after the unplanned twists and turns of the night.

Placing a hastily written note in front of the glass of water and painkillers that Wonwoo had put on his bedside table before he had given the two of you some space, you only hoped he wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable during the rest of the night in his jeans and shirt.

You were thinking about this and the way Junhui’s warm breath felt against your skin in the backseat until your body (and mind) gave in to exhaustion in your own bedroom.

You weren’t avoiding Junhui. But with Christmas coming up, then your thesis defence and your scheduled family trip back to China a week before Chinese New Year, you told yourself that you were too busy to spent so much time in a coffee shop, pathetically hoping that the boy you liked would not only show willingness to talk to you, but have some time to do so as well. You didn’t know his schedule and he had never texted you despite the note you had left behind before you had walked out of his bedroom after the disastrous end of semester party.

Rationally speaking, you knew you had other options. You could have asked Yuri’s boyfriend to send you Junhui’s schedule. You could have also cashed in a favour from Wonwoo and asked him to give the barista a short break when there weren’t too many customers at the shop, so that you could have talked. You could have texted Junhui first or simply shown up at the shop close to closing time. However, a selfish part of you wanted him to take the initiative, because you felt like that would have been a clear sign that he didn’t hate you, that you might still have had a chance.

So why you were at Coffee Carat two days before your flight to Beijing was beyond you. You guessed this was what it meant to be a supportive best friend: you showed up even when it was the last thing you wanted to do at that moment, even when you knew you were being set up as there was no way Yuri would have seriously needed a cup of coffee delivered to her flat in the middle of the day when she had her own coffee machine at home and her boyfriend worked at the same coffee shop.

With a resigned sigh, once it was your turn in front of the counter, you asked for her usual iced coffee.

‘And here I was thinking, he was overdramatic. You do look like you would rather eat glass than be here,’ Minghao said as he started the coffee machine, then filled an empty plastic cup with ice cubes. He was as grumpy as ever, but you wouldn’t have had him any other way. It also did good to your guilt that his first words to you weren’t overly nice. If you wanted to be a hundred percent honest, you deserved the roasting.

‘It’s always so nice to see you, Minghao. Thank you for asking, I’m doing pretty okay these days. No more assignments, no more all-nighters,’ you remarked with more amusement than malice as you fished your wallet out of your bag and linked your arms in front of your chest. Eyeing the glass display, you were contemplating whether you should have bought yourself a cupcake or a cinnamon roll. They both looked delicious. 

‘Amazing,’ he mused. He put the plastic lid on Yuri’s drink, then followed your line of sight and put a freshly baked cinnamon roll with walnut pieces on top in a paper bag. You licked your lower lip unconsciously; you could feel the yearning in the pit of your tummy. ‘Though, it’s not exactly what a best friend would want to hear from the girl who is messing with their friend’s head,’ he added when you exchanged money, deliberately disregarding the whine that escaped your mouth.

It was a low blow, but you couldn’t deny that there was some truth to what he said. Even if you had never messed with Junhui’s head on purpose. Because despite the implication, you had never played with him. Your interest had been pure and genuine. It still was.

The unmistakable sound of broken glass pulled you back to reality and also forced Minghao to tear his judging gaze away from you. The scream stuck in your throat the moment your eyes landed on a panicking Junhui in the middle of a latte pond. Was that strawberry jam on his lower arm? Was he bleeding?

‘Are you okay?’ The question fell from your lips without thinking, the fact that you were speaking in Chinese not registering in you until Minghao gave you a nasty side eye. Oh. You quickly cleared your throat and repeated the question in Korean. ‘I’m sorry. Are you okay?’

‘I’m…’ Junhui started, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other in a crouching position. His cheeks, neck and ears were rose-coloured, but for the first time you were too worried about him to find his bashfulness adorable. 

You were seconds from rushing behind the counter, so that you could examine his body for possible injuries.

‘I’m fine,’ Junhui shot a tight-lipped smile in your direction, which might have been meant to be reassuring, but did nothing to soothe your nerves.

If you had only given a single thought to your actions, you would have realised that running behind the counter as a customer was a horrible idea for numerous reasons. For instance, it  went against basic hygiene regulations, therefore it could have gotten the place in big trouble if anyone had taken a picture of you sitting on your knees beside Junhui without an apron and a proper uniform. In the era of social media and cancel culture, there were no such things as small or innocent mistakes.

However, you clearly weren’t thinking - not about the negative consequences of your actions nor anyone else but the flustered boy in front of you.

‘Stop fidgeting. Don’t touch that!’ You scolded him so naturally it felt like the two of you had never stopped talking and pulled him up from the floor with ease, taking full advantage of his confusion as you dragged him to the closest empty chair.

After checking every inch of his lower arms two times, lips pressed into a thin line because of how nervous you felt, you acknowledged with a relieved sigh that Junhui was fine. He had one minor cut on his left index finger, that you dressed in a plaster dutifully.

‘Here. As good as new,’ you teased, not because you found the possibility of Junhui getting hurt funny, but because the worry you had just felt had been overwhelming and you needed to lighten the mood - for the sake of your sanity.

And maybe to dilute the lingering awkwardness around you when the silence settled.

It was the first time you saw him in weeks. Unsurprisingly, he looked the same, but somehow things still felt different. You wondered whether it was because you weren’t talking in your native language anymore. You missed the familiar warmth that always embraced you when he addressed you in Chinese. For the first time since you had moved countries, you swore you were experiencing homesickness, which was as ridiculous as true.

‘You know…’ Your body jerked when you heard Minghao’s girlfriend’s voice from behind your back. You snapped your head in her direction only to see her staring at the two of you with a broom and a plastic dustpan. ‘For people who can converse in at least two languages, you two are pretty shitty at communication,’ she said with a frown, her tone not judgemental per se, but still a bit reprimanding.

You bit into your cheek from the inside, swallowing back a scoff. Your communication skills were exceptional. You hadn’t had any problem talking to Junhui before… before that stupid truth or dare. Just the thought of it soured your mood.

‘Sooryeon-ah…’

‘We’re doing just fine,’ you remarked at the same time Junhui let out a pitiful whine. You looked back at the boy who was sitting beside you and closed your eyes for theatrics. Maybe, you weren’t doing fine at all. However, saying it out loud, admitting it in front of his friend’s girlfriend, felt so bad. As though you had failed before you could have even tried.

‘Oh? You’re doing fine, you say?’ Sooryeon’s interest was clearly piqued at the sudden turn of events, the smirk audible in her voice. ‘So he’s finally asked you out on a date?’

The speed your head turned in the barista girl’s direction wasn’t even funny. You could feel your neck crack and you cursed your instincts for betraying you so badly. Still, as giddiness slowly blended into your confusion, you couldn’t help but smile. Was it naive of you to hope that she was also up-to-date with the happenings between the two of you? Shouldn’t you have at least prepared yourself for the disappointment in case it had only been true before… before that stupid truth or dare.

‘Lim Sooryeon!’ Junhui’s raised voice took you completely off guard, pushing you from one surprise to another as the twists of the day pulled the rug from under your feet. You had never heard him so frustrated - angry? - in your life and you had known him for over a year by then. You had seen him surrounded by girls who didn’t know what no meant; you had seen him handle entitled Karens on a weekly basis with utmost patience; you had seen him being teased for hours to no end by his friends.

‘Moon J—’

‘He did. We’ll have street food tonight. Go, watch a movie,’ you cut the barista girl off before their banter could have drawn too much unwanted attention. A few of the customers were already giving you curious glances and you knew, deep down you just knew, that the only reason Minghao didn’t come up to you to scold Junhui was because of the growing line in front of the counter.

The silence that followed your statement was deafening and for a second you contemplated whether you should have apologised and told Sooryeon the truth - if you should have stopped altering reality so shamelessly whenever you seemed fit even though you never meant any harm when it happened -, but then Junhui asked:

‘We will?’ With so much enthusiasm that it threw your life off its axis.

He sounded so happy as though he wasn’t aware that he had, in fact, hadn’t asked you out on a date. How could you have said yes to a question that he had never asked? He was so silly but so adorable.

A grumpy voice in your head, suspiciously akin to Minghao’s, attempted to convince you that lying was not the solution, but one look at Junhui’s shy smile made it impossible for you to do the morally acceptable thing. What was so good about doing the “right thing” when that would have only dampened his mood? And it wasn’t that you were about to straight out lie in his face. You had every intention to have street food with him after his shift in case he was up for it.

You would have been stupid to turn down this miraculously obtained second chance.

‘We will,’ you confirmed with a soft smile, mustering up the courage to lean a little forwards, so you would have been close enough to him to cup his cheeks with your hands, squeezing them with a cooing sound.

‘Junhui! If your injuries aren’t deadly, come back behind the counter. You’re not off the clock yet,’ Minghao’s command cut through the air and you reluctantly let Junhui’s face go, so that he could pull away and go back to work.

That day, you decided that Yuri needed to wait a couple of hours for her iced coffee - the first cup became lukewarm by the time you put yourself together, therefore you used it as an excuse to stay until lunch break and finished it with your dessert. In the meantime, whenever the crowd was manageable, you exchanged a few words with Junhui: you apologised for last time and he apologised for never contacting you. You made him blush, teasing him about how delighted your grandparents would be when they found out he’s Chinese and he tried his best to repay the favour with the cheesiest compliments you ever heard (and a slice of orange cheesecake that finally did the trick and painted your cheeks red). It was as easy as you had remembered, talking to Junhui again, but you also knew Sooryeon had been right. The two of you had a long way to go when it came to communication, but that was okay. You were only at the beginning of the journey.

You had years to perfect your skills. A lifetime if you were lucky.

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“You’re the man!” Chapter 1

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⚽Chapter tags: MDNI, she’s the man au, revenge au???, cross dressing!reader, reader identifies anything but male, sports au, queer themes, university au, love-whatever the fuck kind of shape, Yn and Seokmin being loving, Minghao not having it, suggestive photos, svthub cameos, the beginning of the end

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[gyuhanniescarat]

Mr. Perfect Face (fall-ing for you collab) | Wen Junhui | [teaser]

: ̗̀➛ summary: Not being one to indulge in the party life, you indeed know of the campus heartthrob and infamous frat boy Wen Junhui, but you don't know who Wen Junhui is. So, when your best friend and her sorority sister bring you along to a mixer, you're in for quite a treat when the most popular, stunning guy on campus with the perfect face and body appears to show a keen interest in you.

: ̗̀➛ pairing: fuckboy!junhui x naïve!virgin!fem!reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: suggestive (minors dni! — If you're not 18+, then see yourself to the door n let it kick you), university!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, subtle flirting, non-mutual pining, slow burn

: ̗̀➛ rating: (M) 18+

: ̗̀➛ teaser warnings: frat and sorority life, loads of stereotypical fall time college activities, mentions of drinking/ alcohol consumption. any names of other idols are considered to be OC's/ face claims. (this teaser is actually vv mid, but eventual smut is to be easily expected)

: ̗̀➛ teaser wc: 1.7k (and some change — i was feeling rather generous)

💌 MESSAGE FROM JESSI: heyyyy yah cutie pie luvvies! this is my FIRST time writing a series, and my return to writing on kpopblr after 8 months!! forgive me if this whole thing turns out to be cringe... but my writing skills are a lil bit rusty. i've been crafting this one for a lil while now, so i'm really feeling hopeful about showing y'all this series.

a huge thanks to the svthub admins for hosting this seasonal collab!! i'm so excited to participate in this project!! and a massive thanks to my daeeun luvvie @daddyfordaeddy for creating this stunning, sexy, flawless, aesthetic junhui banner 💕

: ̗̀➛ this series is in conjunction with the @svthub fall-ing for you collab. if you are interested in reading the other fics which are apart of this fall collab (please do, my besties have created some amazing work) i will leave the full collab masterlist here.

: ̗̀➛ there is an official taglist for the fall collab, but let me know if you want to be added to the series taglist (send me an ask, send a DM, or comment).

: ̗̀➛ enjoy a little snippet of what's to come in part 1, under the cut

~ dni/support banner/divider credit @cafekitsune

“Ohh… come on, babe! It's just a friday night party. Please. Come on girlie. You need to get out of the dorms for once and live a little.” Your best friend and roommate says, trying to get you to go along with her new greatest plan.

It's only been around 2 months since the Fall semester began, and yet your best friend is already nagging you about your social life, or lack thereof. When you entered college, you’d been determined to get through the 4 years of your undergrad quietly, although that has most definitely not been the case. As a result of a few monstrous professors and their power hungry whack-ass policies, here you are, a 22 year old English major still sluggishly trying to finish your program and find your way into the “real world”.

“Just a ‘friday night party’? Really. You really think I'm gonna buy into that, Yuyu? When is it ever just a 'friday night party'? Be honest with yourself.” You scoff, slightly bitter to the out of the blue suggestion your best friend is implying.

See that's the thing. It's not like you're a fun hater or something, but despite your lifelong friendship with Yunjin, the one thing you don't understand is why showing up at some dumb ass frat and sorority party is so important to a young woman's social life.

“I'm being so serious about this, babe. It's just a little mixer. We can leave at any point if you're not enjoying it. But, I promise I won't even leave your side once. And I'm sure Zuha will stick right by your side too. Right, Zu?” Yunjin coos, eyes silently exchanging thoughts with her sorority sister standing in the corner. “Ohh… y-yeah, yeah… totally.” Kazuha slightly awkwardly replies.

When the two of you ventured off to college, Yunjin joined the Gamma Phi Beta sorority in her freshman year. She had initially tried to encourage you to rush with her during that very first Fall semester. But being raised by your rather strict parents who had always discouraged you from ever engaging in the party lifestyle, you had grown up to become a simple girl. So, upon your entrance to university, you elected to stick to extracurriculars befitting of an English major.

While on the other hand, Yunjin found herself assimilating into Greek life quite easily and possibly far too quickly. All the parties, activities, charity events, alumni dinners, and the found sisterhood encapsulated this new chapter of her life. And this part of her life is how the two of you came to welcome Kazuha into your inner circle.

“I-i don't know, Yuyu. You're just so freaking used to going to parties and stuff now, but I… I'm not really sure that I can fit into the party lifestyle now after a life of being the ‘goody goody’. What would people back home say of me? How would my mom and dad react to the idea of me, their shy, sweet daughter going to a party where alcohol is involved?” You ramble on, anxiety and hesitation settling into your bones.

“Yes, you can. You can totally fit into the party lifestyle, because you got me. And as your best friend since the diaper days, I'm not gonna let you just live life as a ‘WHO’S that girl’. Nah, my babe, people should be looking at you and wondering ‘who’s THAT girl'. It's our college years now!” Yunjin counters, emphasizing her desire to see you start thriving in your young adult life, “And who cares what your parents or anyone back home thinks of you. It's YOUR life and you should live it the way you want.”

Should you? Yunjin has a point. You are an adult now, and your decisions are now your decisions. It would be nice to dip your toes into a life you’ve never known and finally experience what all the other girls your age have long been doing.

“I- Yuyu, you and Zuha are the popular sorority girls and pretty artistic major girls. I wouldn't even know where to begin. I mean look at me... I’m just some plain non-attractive girl that's an English major. What would I do at a party?” You ponder, sighing as you significantly degrade your worth in the process.

“Y/n, what are you talking about? I will not have my bestie slander herself like that. Nuh uh. No self-deprecating, only self-love and positive vibes allowed in this space right now, babe.” Yunjin lightly scolds, walking over from her bed on the other side of the room and sitting down beside you. “Now, we are going to go out, enjoy a little partying, maybe some flirting with hot guys, and live our best lives, okay? Because we're young, and besides, don't you wanna be able to look back on your 20s and say you have no regrets?” Yunjin tries to reason with you, grabbing your hands as she graces you with her signature pout.

Returning her pleading pout with an angry, grimacing pout and dagger eyes, you snappingly respond, “B-but why? Huh? WHY?! What exactly have you got up your mischievous sleeve, Yuyu? Why do you want me to go to a fucking frat and sorority party so bad? Tell me. I'm not even a sorority member. What? Have you forgotten all the party horror stories you used to share back in our teens? And don't you remember what happened at the blacklight party in the middle of junior year? I was so fucking flustered and inexperienced with boys that I vomited on Sunghoon’s shoes.”

“Yeah, I know babe. But that was high school.” Yunjin interjects. Sure. It was a horrific high school memory that still haunts you to this day. “Yuyu, that was the most embarrassing moment of my entire life thus far. Give me one good reason. Just one good reason why I should go with you and Zuha to the graffiti party tonight. Why should I get all dolled up just to end up spending my Friday night at some dumb ass frat house with you, getting caught up in a sea of sweaty, wild, drunk-off-their-ass upperclassmen? What's so fun about putting in a copious effort to look cute and hot just to go home with some pretentious fuckboy frat bro?” You argue, laying back and squeezing the life out of your fluffy throw pillow.

Kazuha looks at Yunjin with a face full of confusion. “W-wait… you haven't told her yet, Jen? Junhui, he—” Kazuha questions, wondering why her ‘big’ sister hasn't explained the reason she's so determined to get you to the party. “Just tell Y/n about what Junhui said to you earlier outside the sorority house.”

Junhui? As in… Wen Junhui?! The most popular guy on campus. Wen Junhui, the biggest heartthrob of the Sigma Chi fraternity?! Wen Junhui, the charming performing arts major who everyone predicts could very well become an idol? THAT Junhui?

“Wen Junhui?! Wh-w… what did he say, Yuyu? Did he ask you to be his plus one to the graffiti party tonight?” You sputter in disbelief, words coming out almost like 100 miles per minute. Rather than respond to the onslaught of interrogative questions that's being thrown her way, Yunjin stands up and walks across the room, going towards her 'little' Kazuha. The two girls now silently exchange suspicious looks, as if they're having a conversation that you're not privy to hear.

Normally, you can pick up enough on the unspoken context and vibes from your best friend's facial expressions and body language. But, it seems at this very moment you can't even read your best friend of 15 years at all. What she's thinking about is beyond you at this point. Hell, now that you’ve linked her to Junhui, she could be in a string of deep thought contemplating all the discreet methods she could apply to freaking murder you in your sleep tonight, and you would have no damn clue.

“Ughh… Yes, bestie. That Junhui. The one and only Junhui in the Performing Arts program that's majoring in the departments of Practical Dance and Music. And no, you little brat! It wasn't me that he was asking about. Actually, funny enough, he wasn't even asking about any of the girls in the sorority at all.” Yunjin scoffs, arms folded and crossed over her chest, her hazel doe eyes narrowing as her piercing glare locks in on you.

“She's not lying, y/n. Jen really meant it when she said Junhui didn't ask her about any of the girls in our sorority.” Kazuha clarifies, embracing you by sitting down in the empty space on your bed and holding your hands out.

Still riddled with an overwhelming sense of shock and disbelief, your ever curious mind can't stop itself from asking the deepest burning question plaguing your current thought process, “So, i-if he wasn't looking to invite you, Yuyu, or one of the other girls in your guy's sorority… then, who… who was Junhui asking about?”

Over in the other corner, perched on her bed, back resting against the wall under the window, Yunjin snorts, her facial expressions hardening as her eyebrows snap together. The look she gives you is that of sarcasm. Suddenly, she reaches towards her nightstand and grabs her phone. Without a single word, but a very intimidating and compelling gaze in Kazuha's direction, Zuha scrambles to take the phone from Yunjin. Opening what appears to be kakaotalk chat logs, Kazuha moves closer to show you the screen.

“You. Fucking hell. It's you, y/n. Wen Junhui wasn't asking Jen or I about any of the sorority sisters. He asked both of us about you, y/n. Junhui personally inquired about you. He really really wants you to come to the graffiti party tonight, y/n.” Kazuha explains, passing the phone over to you.

You? Pfft. Yeah right. Not a chance. Wen Junhui asking about you? THE Wen Junhui asking Yunjin and Kazuha about you? If this is some kind of sick joke concocted by the older Gamma Phi Beta girls, you won't be forgiving at all.

“Wen Junhui… THE Wen Junhui asking not about someone else, Pfft. Nice try there, but that's the funniest shit i’ve ever heard. Come on, Yuyu. Seriously, Zuha? Wen Junhui personally asked you two about me going to a mixer when I've barely spoken more than two words to him in the span of a month. Yeah right.”

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[woozvc]

....fall in love for the first time again

a series!

(a/n - wooo a written series! this will have short (1k ish words) fics for each members on how you meet. none of the stories are related to each other!! most of it will be purely fluff (unless 🫣) and yeah I hope you enjoy this series!)

scoups — syllabus.

(volunteering at the neighborhood coffee shop might've been the best decision you made.)

jeonghan — shifts

(working at a 24/7 hypermarket and thinking you're about to get killed is not fun...but the dude you meet is beautiful so hey worth it?)

joshua —

jun—

hoshi—

wonwoo—

woozi —

the8—

mingyu—

dk—

seungkwan—

vernon—

dino—

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[delicatecy]

❝ SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) - Face The Sun ⤷ ep3. Ray - part 2

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[choidaisy]

 ⊹ ⋆｡˚ . ˚✧ .  ⊹ ⋆｡˚ DAISY SCENARIOS ! #2

where the members tease dk because he was jealous of daisy's romantic partner

The hotel room was permeated with tension that became palpable as the manager entered, announcing firmly, "We're leaving in an hour." Everyone was there to support the female member who was getting ready for a solo commitment.

"You're not ready, Seokmin... Oh, I forgot, today you're not her partner," Jeonghan needled, his tone dripping with venom echoing through the room.

DK couldn't help himself, rolled his eyes, and let out a theatrical sigh. "Very funny," he retorted, his sarcasm cutting.

"You guys are so teasing," commented Daisy, laughing to lighten the mood.

"And you still laugh," DK shot back, shifting his attention from his phone to her.

"Look what you've done," Daisy pointed at DK with a stern expression.

The makeup artist finished her work on Daisy. The singer stood up, twirling to check the overall look in the mirror. Her shiny dress reflected the ambient light, and her face displayed a mix of confidence and determination.

"You can argue later. Now, it's time to shine," the manager intervened, trying to dissipate the tension.

Daisy cast a meaningful look at the group gathered in the room. "You all are amazing. Thank you for the support, even with all this negative energy in the air."

"You look beautiful, Daisy. Your new partner will love accompanying you," Mingyu said, chuckling as he glanced at DK.

Daisy lightly punched Mingyu's arm and walked over to DK, hugging him and speaking in a playful voice, "Will you be watching the award show?" lifting her sparkling gaze to the taller guy.

"And do I have a choice?" he replied without hugging her back.

"Yes, you don't have to watch... But I'd love for you to send me positive vibes," she said even more playfully.

"You're going to win," he said, succumbing to her charm.

"How can you be so sure?"

"You're amazing, this award is already yours," he asserted, eliciting a smile from the girl.

She let go to leave, and then he held her back in a hug. "Good luck, and have minimal interactions with him, please," he requested, with a clear tone of concern.

While Daisy dazzled on the red carpet, the members at the hotel gathered to prepare snacks and drinks, eager to watch the award show.

With each new photo of Daisy posing alongside the actor she worked with, they made a point to show DK. He understood perfectly that she was there for work, and there was nothing more between them. However, something larger than him persisted, an uneasiness hard to ignore.

The event finally began, indicating that DK would be getting closer to the end of his torment.

"Wow, they look so cute together," Seungkwan commented when the nominees for the best couple award were announced.

"You know what else is cute?" DK asked, eliciting laughter from the other members.

The other and most important category in which Daisy competed was announced. The names and faces of the nominees appeared on the screen, and everyone nervously bit their nails, watching with anticipation. Daisy seemed nervous, but she couldn't stop smiling.

"And the New Best Actress award goes to... Choi Daisy!"

"I TOLD YOU!" DK shouted excitedly, the other guys celebrating, recording the screen to capture her speech.

"Quiet," he requested, approaching the TV to listen to her. The atmosphere became tense, and everyone focused on the emotional words Daisy shared with the audience. DK was radiant with pride, a huge smile on his face as he watched the success of the woman he admired.

"Wow, this is incredible. Firstly, I want to thank the drama director, Lee Sun-woo, for believing in me and giving me the opportunity to portray this challenging role. It has been an amazing and enriching journey that has allowed me to grow as an actress and as a person."

Daisy took a deep breath before continuing, her grateful gaze sweeping across the audience. "To the incredible team behind the scenes, you are the true heroes of this production. From the technicians to the producers, each one of you contributed to creating something special. Thank you for all the hard work and dedication."

She directed her gaze to her scene partner, a fond smile on her lips. "To Joon-ho, thank you for being more than just a coworker. Your guidance and support have been invaluable, and I have truly learned a lot by your side."

Daisy's eyes sparkled as she mentioned Seventeen. "To my dear members of Seventeen, you have been my constant source of encouragement and strength. Your words of encouragement propelled me through the most challenging moments. I am immensely grateful to have such an amazing group by my side."

Finally, she addressed the fans, whose unwavering support always moved her. "And, of course, to my dear fans, you are my constant inspiration. Thank you for being by my side, for your loving messages, and for all the unwavering support. Without you, this award wouldn't be possible. I promise to continue working hard to repay all the love I receive."

Daisy lifted the trophy once again, her eyes shining with gratitude. "This award is ours. Thank you all for being part of this incredible journey. Let's keep growing together!"

At the end of the event, Daisy gracefully navigated through the crowd, bathed in camera flashes and applause, carrying not only the glittering award but also a sense of achievement and fulfillment. With a sigh of relief and happiness, she finally had a moment to grab her phone and check messages.

Daisy swiped the screen, her eyes landing on a special message from DK. "I told you the award belongs to you. Congratulations, I'm so proud."

A comforting warmth spread through her chest as she read those words. She knew she could count on his support, but the genuine pride in his messages brought an even broader smile to Daisy's face.

It took about an hour for her to free herself from post-event commitments and finally access her phone. With nimble fingers, she replied to DK, sharing her joy. "Thank you for the support. I'll be heading over soon to celebrate. Can't wait to share this moment with you all."

Every typed word was laden with gratitude and affection, reflecting the emotion of the moment and the deep connection between them. The journey to the award may have been solitary, but she knew her members would be eagerly waiting to welcome her back.

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