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abyssal-lix · 5 years

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[5:23 PM] when you step into your apartment after getting home from work you’re surprised by the lack of sounds coming from the living room or kitchen, “ jun? are you home yet?” you ask out knowing that he should be home by now from his job. “yes!” you hear a muffled voice call from a different part of the house. shrugging off your jacket and leave behind your belongings at the door before going to your shared bedroom. relieved that you could finally get to see junhui after a long day, your hands go to pull off the sweater you’re wearing just as you step through the threshold of the room, blinking a few times once the fabric comes away from your head you find your eyes settled directly on the bed. junhui has settled himself of your mattress wearing nothing but a pair of silky pajamas, the ones with a cropped camisole top and shorts. the fabric clung neatly to his broad chest and his toned legs. you can’t even help the sudden yet small gasp of surprise to leave your mouth. “holy. fuck,” you blink a few more times as if its an illusion until you notice the way junhui shifts himself moving so he’s on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed. a coy smirk toying on the edges of his lips before he’s giving a small pout, “i’ve been waiting for so long, aren’t you going to do something?” he murmurs sitting back on his knees playing with his hands as if he was nervous. you catch your train of thought before moving closer to the bed, “is that so kitten?” you coo sweetly. he nods his head, and you notice the way his skin seems to gleam in the warm lighting of your bedroom and with the soft vanilla scent, you recognize it as the body oil he’d purchased a few months ago. fuck, he was smooth. “gonna be a good boy for me, junnie?

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fujierfilm · 6 years

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army: [does something cute]

exo-l: that's it i'm gonna kill them

carat: or you can, you know, tell them your feelings?

exo-l: nope, murder is easier

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wwounu · 6 years

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“I told you look good in that pose — See, why don’t you trust me?” You shoved the camera into Minghao’s face as the two of you walk, presenting the picture in between his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry… It just felt stupid how you made me hunch over like that for three minutes. Remind you, my back kills.”

“Because you don’t know how to differentiate two days rest and two weeks rest! Learn to count next time, or learn how to rest.”

As soon as you got to campus — Minghao passing stupid jokes he heard from a friend to you — you can’t help but notice the lost-looking lady stood afar, searching for something.

You squint, tracing out her slick hair in a ponytail, blue and white striped suit — structured enough to make her stand out — the popped out lipstick and heels revealing itself under her pant leg, and if you looked up a little bit, you would see her hand decorated in acrylic nails and a silver watch, holding a folder.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit-“ You whack Minghao’s arm repetitively, immediately hugging it straight after as you eye the woman. “That woman— She works for a high end modelling company, I’ve seen her in magazines and photoshoots, not only that but she’s been in the industry as a modelling mentor- She’s even worked with my favourite photographer for years and… And… Is she coming our way?! Minghao, hit me, this must be a dream—“

You suddenly stop as the male fulfils you request, tapping you lightly (lightly is a nicer way to put it) on your head the closer the woman got to you. You’re about to let go of Minghao until he nudges you, and here you are: Stood in front of an afflatus that has worked with your photographer hero while your arms are firmly squeezing your ‘best friend’s’ (even though we know it’s way past that now) arm as if your life depended on it.

“Mr. Xu Minghao, is it?” She asks, examining Minghao up and down. You, on the other hand, try to hold in your small squeals as she addressed Minghao- Minghao, so formally. The latter nods to confirm to the woman. “Ah. So my workers and co-workers have been seeing your face make a few appearances on social media and your name pop up multiple of times. I’ve seen all the work based around you, and you see, your style is quite absorbing to look at. Are you in a modelling business yet?”

Minghao shakes his head. To be honest, he didn’t understand most words that left the serious-looking lady’s mouth, but the simple question was the only thing he got (thankfully).

“Would you like signing with us? Of course, you would have to be casted and we’ll do the rest, but with what we’ve seen, that’ll be kept in mind.”

At this point, your mind is exploding with unexplainable feelings. Minghao? Xu Minghao, being casted for a modelling job? This was amazing, absolutely mind-blowing, but the more you thought about it the more insecure you got with the thought of what Minghao was feeling. What if he wasn’t ready for that step yet? What if he still isn’t confident in front of a camera? What if this stresses him more? What if—

“Under one condition.”

‘Huh?’ Confused, your head slightly turns to Minghao, who gives you a subtle wink in return before he sneaks his hand to your hip.

“My girlfriend has to be the photographer.” He says quite proudly, despite not knowing what to do after the request. The woman looks over to you and you sheepishly beam a smile, the camera lightly hitting your chest as it dangles from your neck.

She puckers her lips and hums. You can tell she’s suspicious about you, but with you being an essential part to Minghao, it was a request that could not be left undone. “I think we can do something about that.” She suddenly claps her hands, putting the thought aside. “That’s that then. We’ll call you by next week and everything else will be settled.” Two business cards are given to you and Minghao. “Until next time, the both of you.” She struts off.

You semi-bow out of respect with Minghao as she leaves. At first, it was funny seeing Minghao’s face staring at the card. You, having the need to react, laugh and jump up and down with the male happily, stomping your feet and bringing his hands to your cheeks, squealing things along the lines of ‘What the heck?’ ‘Holy shit!’ ‘Did you just get casted?!’ (despite being in front of other college kids minding their own business).

You slap Minghao on the chest, taking a turn on your happy reaction. “Hey punk! Why did you have to mention me to her? This is your chance to shine, not mine! And all the photographers in the industry are better than me, so-“

“Better or not, I want you.”

Flustered, you blush at his choice of words.

“Without me, you wouldn’t have gotten that grade because you’ve worked so hard. And without you working so hard, I wouldn’t have gotten this opportunity. Like, you can’t have one without the other, right? It’s all because of you. I’m comfortable with you Y/N, and that will never change. Even if the modelling business is strict, I can’t look at any camera other than yours, let alone think of having a different photographer that isn’t you.”

“Me? But…”

“You make me feel at so much ease when you’re the one who’s holding that camera. Needless to say, you deserve this. You have more potential than I have, and if you still don’t think so, I’ll make you believe you do. Rather than me shining, I want it to be the two of us. Me and you.”

Through silent thoughts, the both of you steadily inch closer and closer, before your lips share a simple kiss for what felt infinite. But to slightly ruin the mood, of course, you could hear a faint voice of Minghao’s friend shouting ‘Holy shit that’s Minghao!’, but it was safe to say the male didn’t hear it.

After the breath-taking moment, you and Minghao settle looking at each other’s eyes, fixing your stare at the kindest eyes you’ve ever met and the genuine smile you get to see everyday.

“Me and you, eh?”

“Anything to make you belong with me and make me belong to you.”

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART SEVENTEEN (FINAL) — Model!Minghao x Photographer!Reader

here’s the part where we say goodbye to our fourth au. it sucks. and to put into context, its 3:30am by the time this has been written and all ive been listening to are sad songs - probably not the greatest choice but its good to know i am very sad lololol… i really hope everyone enjoyed this au (as always), and i also hoped you liked the instagram segments because they were cool to do but the drove me crazy. but with out next au coming, SOONYOUNG, it’ll hopefully be good (its very lighthearted as well, trust me or not, might leave you breathless but idk) ive got a confession to make, the last time i did this final message there was a keaspo with ‘media based’ so i might add in one right now. there you go :) | artist!soonyoung

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#minghao #seventeen minghao #minghao au #xu minghao #minghao texts #minghao imagines #the8 #seventen #seventeen texts #seventeen imagines #seventeen opposites attract au #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop texts #model!minghao

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mallowcartcious · 6 years

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Imagine you were talking to sick The8. And for the record, I wish you get well soon baby hao 💖

#seventeen texts #seventeen fake texts #seventen #kpop fake texts #chat imagines #minghao #xu minghao #the8 #seventeen the8

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accurate-seventeen · 6 years

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woozi in group chat: well then, time to pick up where all yalls asses lacking

woozi, on phone to jeonghan: jeonghan, no, sorry i didn't mean your literal ass is lackin- no jeonghan u don't need implants to make a point

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lololololchips · 4 months

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Can you do bf!texts for Vernon??

i love vernon so much hes literally my bestie (REAL)

anywaayyss here you go:)

Vernon Chwe || boyfriend texts with vernon!

genre: one!shot texts, smau, fluff, idol!bf x non!idol gf

warnings: fem pronouns, cursing, angst (?), nsfw mentions (last slide)

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lololololchips · 3 months

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i love love love your text posts!!!! i was wondering if you could do one for vernon? they’re amazing!!

hiiii i’ve done bf texts with vernon before right here but i love this man so much i decided to do a part2🙈🙈🙈

ENJOY!

Vernon Chwe || boyfriend texts with vernon pt2

genre: one shot texts, fluff, crack, idol!bf

warnings: cursing, kys jokes, fem pronouns, very much crack behavior, a bit of angst (???), jealousy (???)

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lololololchips · 5 months

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Vernon Chwe || in which two bestfriends fall for eachother…

synopsis: in which two bestfriends fall for eachother after years of yearning one another

genre: smau, fake texts, non!idol, fluff, bestfriends to lovers

warnings: fem pronouns, cursing, mentions of food

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woozisnoots · 4 years

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coke & henny | lee jihoon

° pairing: jihoon x reader ° genre: angst ° summary: jihoon wastes the day trying to make the pain go away ° word count: 1.5k ° warnings: excessive(?) alcohol consumption, jihoon breaks a glass ooops ° song: “coke and henny pt. 2” by pink sweat$ — listen

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this obviously wasn’t jihoon’s first time at a bar. for a guy like him whose alcohol tolerance was so close to zero, he found himself going there a lot more recently in the past couple of days. six to be exact. the first night he came was an accident- unintentional. he was waiting at the bus stop before it started to rain. then it started to pour. and he stayed sitting there until the owner of the bar offered him a seat inside. maybe the owner was trying to be nice. but jihoon knew better and figured it was out of pure pity.

the atmosphere in the room was strangely comforting. it was dim with just a few lights lit at each corner and a sparkling chandelier hanging, acting as the centerpiece. the place itself was small but ironically, the people's occupancy made it feel more spacious. jihoon didn’t sit down anywhere. knowing the next bus would arrive in just a matter of minutes, he stood near the door and waited. there was a buzz in his pocket. out of reflex, he reached to grab the phone out of his front pocket. but stops just millimeters away. he heard the bus steer through the massive puddles, making an abrupt stop just outside the bar. he retracted his hand and proceeded to open the door. then he was gone.

to his surprise, jihoon came back the next night. he didn’t completely know why. it was the end of the day, he was tired and needed to go home. rest for yet another dreadful day to come. but right now, home was something he wanted to avoid. or forget. he didn’t know which one it was.

so that day, his feet led him to the bar instead at the bus stop. he sat at a corner near the exit but faced himself away from the door. he kept his head down, making his body feel heavy. his mouth was dry and the back of his throat was lingering. he asked the bartender if he could get a coke. it only tools seconds for a glass to appear in front of him. he murmured a small thank you as the bartender gave him a condoling smile that jihoon didn’t seem to catch.

the following night, jihoon apparently had company. a somewhat regular customer at the bar. a guy named hansol. they exchanged just a few words. mere short introductions. though hansol was observant. instead of getting regular coke, hansol ordered him coke mixed with hennessy. it was too late to deny since hansol already put both their drinks under his tab. once the drinks were on the table, hansol raised his glass slightly over his head and gave him a nod. jihoon scoffed. silent enough so hansol couldn’t hear. he didn’t need permission from someone two, three years his junior for him to drink. so he took the glass and took his first sip. and finished it.

it started with just one drink. and one drink was enough to get jihoon low and dizzy. but that didn’t stop him from consuming one drink after another. as the days progressed, jihoon stayed at the bar longer. for as long as four, even five hours, he consumed as much alcohol as he could. and instead of taking the bus, he would call his friend, soonyoung, to come pick him up afterward. usually someone wouldn’t be too thrilled to pick their drunk friend at the bar. but soonyoung knew this was an exception.

at this point, jihoon really thinks he can enjoy alcohol. or at least enjoy the sensation of being drunk. he likes the fact that he has no control over his body. his actions. his thoughts. his emotions. he loves the fact that he can forget. and let it have no effect on him. no responsibles. his body may not reciprocate the same feeling, but his mind is calm.

jihoon sits in the same corner spot. he’s already on his seventh glass. he can feel his face flush. but that still doesn’t stop him. before he could order yet another drink, he hears the entrance open. and in comes a familiar laughter. your laughter.

he freezes in his seat with his head down. he thinks that if he stays completely still, you won’t notice him. in hindsight, it works. you walk straight past him and sit at a table on the other side of the bar. he takes a glimpse. you look just as beautiful as the last time he saw you. he notes that you’re with your two best friends. he knows you guys haven’t properly hung out in a while. he can’t properly come up with the reasons why. or maybe he’s denying them. then jihoon notices an unfamiliar figure sitting next to you. he can only assume that the person is your new partner, seeing that their hand never seems to leave your thigh.

jihoon is thinking that it’s just the alcohol in his system, but a certain rush travels through his body. he feels some sort of anger coming down, slowly but it’s slaughterous. like a volcano about to erupt. the sensation travels to the very ends of his fingertips. and eventually down to his toes. once the anger has entirely consumed jihoon’s body, he stands up from his seat. the chair pushes back, making a loud screech. his eyes focuses on the empty glass in front of him and impulsively snatches it just to swing it at the nearest wall. shards of glass now scattered on the floor. he had just made his presence known. he doesn’t look, but he can feel your stare. you’re anxious and scared. he remembers you had a habit of holding on to him when you were scared. he doesn’t want to look at you. instead he stays looking down. he can’t stand being here any longer. not when he knows that you’re here. but you’re not here with him. so he leaves.

he’s fast walking. he’s in absolutely no condition to run. he has no idea where he’s even going and he honestly could care less. he needed to move as far away from you as possible. it was too painful. were they supposed to replace him? so instead of him, you plan to run to them, let them stand by you. lean on you. hold you. kiss you. love you. when he’s been doing that for years? all these nights, he was hoping that you kept his side of the bed empty. hoping there was even a piece, a sliver bit of your heart that still loved him. tonight, he found out how incredibly wrong he actually was. he just can’t believe it was all too easy. hopefully the alcohol helps to forget this too. just as long as he doesn’t have to hear-

“jihoon?”

he stops completely in his tracks. his body is in shock, that he can’t even properly breathe. he doesn’t know what to do. he knows that’s your voice. you’re here. and according to the loudness of your soft voice, he can tell that you’re just a few feet behind him. there’s a warm pit that starts to form in his stomach. damn. he hates that you have this effect on him. he’s supposed to resent you. hate you even. that’s how things are supposed to work, right? he loved you. you left him. he should hate you. so why does he turn his head just to look at your face as if it were the one last time?

he takes a deep inhale. if you were beautiful from afar, you were gorgeous up close. he holds his breath again. he didn’t have anything to say to you. he couldn’t. how could he? this was entirely your choice. he just wasn’t yours.

“are you okay?”

he opens his mouth to say something. but nothing comes out. all the energy and adrenaline finally starts to catch up with him, and he could feel his body taking a toll. his knees buckled. he suddenly couldn’t feel any motion in his hands. his head felt heavy. the buildings surrounding the two of you were spinning. jihoon didn’t believe in ghosts, but if this were a sign, he wouldn’t mind if the ghosts got to him now. he’s surprised he lasted this long to be honest. his body gradually starts to fall forward. but just before he completely collapses, he sees your blurry figure rush to catch him. he doesn’t even fully register that he’s fallen straight into your arms.

all his weight is on you now. jihoon’s afraid you’ll just push him off. but you keep your stance, letting him hang on you. he wonders if he should feel guilty. but it’s so nice being in your embrace. almost to the point that it’s sickening. he just can’t find the means to feel any sort of way. except for relief. his body starts to ease but his body is still heavy. he knows you have someone else when you go back. but right now, it was as if you were still his. because you’re here. and you didn’t let him fall.

he just wishes he could do the same for you.

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