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heyy! Can I pls request comfort 1 & 21 with idol!jeong jaehyun x reader (female)

& YOU'RE AMAZING BTW

hello anon 💜 thank you so much!! i'm glad you like my blog, it genuinely means so much to me! i hope you like this<3 (jaehyun is my bias, love this request SO MUCH)

1. “Please stay. I need you with me right now.”

21. “You can trust me.”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : ON HOLD (you can send requests, but please be patient as I am only one person working on this blog)

pairing : idol!Jaehyun x fem!reader

genre : comfort, fluff, established relationship

word count : 1.6k

warnings : light mental health talk (anxiety, self deprecation, self esteem issues)

You were sitting on a small couch backstage, waiting for your boyfriend anxiously. He was taking longer than he usually would after a concert, probably getting himself ready for your date that night. Jaehyun had insisted on taking you out after their concert, despite you pointing out how tired he always was after a show.

“It's been too long since we've had a real date,” Jaehyun had told you, giving you those puppy eyes he knew you couldn't say no to. “And we're going on tour soon, it might be our last chance to have a proper date in a while.”

You had agreed, mostly because you hated every time he brought up his upcoming tour, and the fact that it meant he would be away, so far from you, for weeks on end. Not that you didn't want him to succeed, you were extremely proud of him, and absolutely loved seeing him so exited to perform in different cities and meet fans all around the world. You were simply anxious because it was the first time he was going on tour since the beginning of your relationship, and you didn't know what to expect of it.

“Sorry I took so long, Taeyong was giving us a very emotional speech and I might've teared up a little,” Jaehyun approached you with an apologizing smile, sporting a tight fitted dress shirt with dark dress pants that made your breath hitch in your throat.

Saying he looked amazing was an understatement.

“Don't worry about it,” you smiled back, standing up from the couch. “You look great.”

Jaehyun smirked at you, eyes trailing down your body as he took in the sight of your outfit.

“And you look stunning,” he took your hand and made you twirl in front of him, making you giggle shyly. “How come I've never seen this dress before?”

“I was keeping it for a special occasion,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn at the intensity of his gaze on your body.

“Special occasion, uh?” Jaehyun kissed your forehead softly. “I'm flattered.”

When you arrived at the restaurant Jaehyun had booked reservations for you two, you couldn't help but feel awestruck. It was a beautiful place, looking expensive but not in a way that made you feel out of place. That comforted you a little bit, since you had never set foot in such a place before that night.

You sat down at your designated table, Jaehyun pulling your chair for you and making sure you were comfortable before taking the seat in front of you. He helped you order, pointing out the meals on the menu that contained food you loved, and recommending you some of his favourite as well. As you both waited for you appetizers, you listen to your boyfriend telling all about his day, a soft smile on your lips.

The waiter brought your appetizers just as Jaehyun was starting to talk about his tour, making your smile drop as you looked down at the food in front of you. Jaehyun noticed your sudden change of expression, a worried frown on his face.

“Is everything alright?” he asked softly. “If this isn't what you wanted, we can ask the waiter to take it back and order something else.”

“No, it's not that,” you forced a smile on your lips, knowing it wouldn't fool anyone. “I think I'm just tired, that's all.”

“Y/N,” Jaehyun rose one eyebrow. “I know how you look when you're tired. This isn't it.”

You avoided his gaze, instead grabbing your fork. Jaehyun put his hands on yours, stopping your movement.

“What's wrong?” he asked, the calm tone of his voice alone almost making you tear up. “You can talk to me, Y/N. Whatever it is that's making you feel that way, you can tell me.”

“It's nothing,” you lied, not wanting to ruin your date with your own insecurities. “I'm sorry for worrying you, Jaehyun.”

“You can trust me, Y/N,” you boyfriend replied, voice barely a whisper. “I want to help if I can.”

You raised your eyes to meet his. He was looking at you with such care, with such love, his features lightened up by the candlelight around you. You dropped your front, shoulders slouching forward.

“It's,” you sighed, feeling embarrassed at your own emotions. “It's the tour.”

“Oh,” Jaehyun seemed surprised by your words. “What's wrong with the tour?”

“Nothing's wrong per se,” you clarified. “I'm just scared.”

Jaehyun caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, waiting for you to continue.

“It's the first time we'll be so far apart and that terrifies me,” you admitted, looking back down at your plate. “I'm just overthinking this whole ordeal and it stresses me out.”

“What scares you so much about it?” Jaehyun asked, feeling a bit guilty for putting you in this situation.

“I'm scared we'll grow distant from each other, I'm scared of something happening to you and not being able to help you,” you emptied your heart out, feeling tears in your eyes as you spoke. “I'm scared I won't be strong enough to deal with missing you every day, I'm scared of you forgetting about me, I'm scared of you coming back and realizing you haven't missed me at all, or worse, you don't love me anymore.”

Jaehyun's hand froze on yours, eyes wide.

“W-why would you think that?” he worried.

“We've only known each other for a few months,” you sniffled, trying to hold back your tears. You didn't want to have a public meltdown and embarrass Jaehyun on top of this. “We've been dating for less than that. At your concert today, I couldn't stop looking at your fans and thinking how prettier they are than me, I wouldn't even be mad at you if you decide to leave me for-”

“Y/N,” Jaehyun cut you off, his tone stern. “Calm down, okay? You're rambling. Take a deep breath.”

You did as he told you to, following his whispered instructions to calm your breathing.

“I'm sorry you feel that way, princess,” Jaehyun spoke softly once you were appeased. “I'm sorry if I ever did something to make you doubt my feelings for you, or if I didn't voice them enough.”

“It's not that,” you tried to explain yourself, but stopped to let your boyfriend finish what he was saying.

“But I love you, Y/N, so much,” he continued. “And even though we've known each other for more or less a year, I feel like I've known you for my whole life. You crashed into my life one day, and I was hooked. You hold such a special place in my heart, Y/N, I don't think I tell you that enough. You're the most precious thing I have in this world.”

You felt your bottom lip tremble as you held back you tears, his comforting words making your heart swell in ways you've never felt before.

“And I understand how you feel, because I feel the same. It makes me anxious to leave the country, leave my family, and you behind,” Jaehyun kissed the top of your hand gently, looking at you with the sweetest eyes. “We'll figure something out, okay? I promise you I'll do everything in my power to make this as easy as possible for both of us.”

You nodded your heard, feeling a lump in your throat from the emotional rollercoaster you've just been through. Jaehyun kissed your hand again, before gently putting it back down on the table.

“I love you, princess,” he whispered, smiling at you reassuringly.

“I love you too,” you smiled back, drying your teary eyes carefully with the cloth napkin. “So much.”

The rest of the night went well. You felt a lot better, the heavy weights of your worries having been lifted from your shoulders. You were thankful Jaehyun was so understanding with you, and never once made you feel out of place with your insecurities.

He drove you home, his hand holding yours on your lap as he hummed to the songs playing quietly on the radio. As he pulled up in front of your house, Jaehyun turned off the car and got out, making his way to open your car door quickly.

“Thank you for tonight,” you spoke softly, getting out of the car. “And thank you for listening to me. I'm sorry I kept all that from you for so long.”

“You don't have to apologize, you don't owe me anything,” Jaehyun pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you as close to him as physically possible. “Thank you for telling me, I'm glad you did.”

You hummed against his chest, closing your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him. The moment felt frozen in time, all your worries dissipating as you listened to your boyfriend's calming heartbeat. If it only was up to you, you would stay like this forever.

“Alright,” Jaehyun kissed the top of your head, loosening his arms around you just enough to be able to look at you in the eyes. “It's getting pretty late, and we definitely both need a good night's sleep.”

You pouted, not yet ready to let go of him. Jaehyun chuckled at your expression, cupping the back of your neck before pulling you into a tender kiss. You stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your hands around his neck, kissing him longingly. Jaehyun broke the kiss, out of breath, before things got heated up.

“Princess...” he warned, his tone sounding more like a plea.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please stay. I need you with me right now.”

Jaehyun glanced at you, before locking up his car, and pulling you to your door by the hand.

“You know I can't resist those eyes.”

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Hii can I get an ateez san x fem!reader, idol au where San is tired after the concert to make love and instead you both spend some quality time together

hello anon 💜 this is such a cute idea, thank you for your request! hope you like it!

pairing : idol!san x fem!reader

genre : fluff, suggestive, established relationship

word count : 1k

warnings : mentions of sex

Sitting on your couch, you were watching the TV absentmindedly, switching between channels to find something to occupy your mind as you waited for your boyfriend to come home after his concert.

You found a documentary about blue whales, deciding to watch it as all the other late night shows weren't much more appealing to you. You looked at your phone, sighing when you hadn't received San's usual text telling you he was coming home. You knew he and the other members loved staying a bit longer after a concert, celebrating their show and giving them a chance to relax.

You heard someone fiddle with a key at your front door, the sound of metal against metal making you jump in surprise. Looking over your shoulder, you watched as the door opened on an exhausted San.

“Hey,” you greeted him, standing up from the couch and quickly making your way up to him.

“Hi baby,” he smiled tiredly, wrapping you into a tight hug. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Sannie,” you melted into his embrace, sneaking your hands under his oversized hoodie.

He hummed, kissing the top of your head softly.

“How was your concert?” you asked, laying your chin on his chest and looking up at him.

“It went really well,” he smiled down at you. “I'm exhausted, though. I really gave my 1000% in the last performance.”

“I'm sure you did,” you replied, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his lips softly. “Are you too tired to have our... after-concert celebration?”

You wiggled your eyebrows jokingly, earning a soft laugh from your boyfriend.

“I'm afraid so, baby,” he sighed. “We can still celebrate tomorrow, I'll make it worth your while.”

“Don't pressure yourself, Sannie,” you reassured him, leaving his embrace so he could take off his shoes. “I'm happy as long as you're with me, sexy times or not.”

San chuckled, dropping his bag besides the door.

“What were you doing before I came home?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Waiting for you,” you smiled, going back to the living room where the whale documentary was still playing. “Watching this.”

San joined you in the living room, sitting down on the couch with a tired huff. You sat beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked as San wrapped an arm around you.

“Yeah,” his eyes were glued to the TV, unfocused. “I feel bad for cutting our evening short like this. I should've texted you not to wait for me.”

“It's alright, Sannie, I can't sleep without you here with me anyways,” you told him. “We can watch a movie, if you want.”

“That'd be nice,” he agreed. “I've seen this new flic on Netflix, it looked mind-numbingly dumb and that's exactly what we need right now.”

You laughed softly as he grabbed the remote, putting on said movie. You adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position, feeling San's muscles already relaxing against you as he slowly melted into the soft cushions of the couch.

You watched the first half of the movie in a comfortable silence, San occasionally giggling at the lame jokes told by the characters. His hand was caressing your arm gently, and you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as the minutes went by. San noticed your head bobbling as you tried to fight your own sleepiness, smiling to himself.

“We can finish the movie tomorrow, sleepyhead,” he teased, pausing the film. “Let's get you to bed.”

“I haven't seen you all day,” you pouted, forcing your eyes open to look at your boyfriend. “I want to spend more time with you, not sleep.”

“You're falling asleep in my arms, princess,” San shook his head, sliding one arm under your thighs and lifting you effortlessly.

You whined in protest as he stood up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. You were too tired to fight back, and you let him tuck you in, your face still adorning a cute pout.

“You're such a big baby, you know that?” San smiled at your endeavor, before changing himself into his pajamas.

He turned off the lights, then joined you in bed, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I love you,” he kissed you gently, your heart swelling at how soft and loving his lips felt against yours. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

“Always,” you offered him a small smile. “I love you too, so so much.”

He kissed you a second time, humming contently against your lips, before peppering feathery kisses all over your face. You closed your eyes, feeling a blush warm up your skin everywhere he laid his lips on.

“Hm,” he stopped his ministrations. “What's that on the ceiling?”

You looked up at the ceiling of your bedroom, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars you had forgotten you had put there.

“Oh, I put these on today,” you stated, smiling softly. “I was missing you, and I remembered our first date.”

San hummed, looking at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen.

“You took me stargazing in the middle of a field,” you were looking back at the memory fondly. “It was out of the blue, it was so cold outside, and it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I remember how good I felt that night. I want to feel like this, forever.”

You'll always remember San's shy expression, his nervous smile as he told you how he felt about you. His pure shock when you told him the feelings were reciprocated, the softness and awkwardness of your first kiss. That night, you felt happy, excited, nervous, giddy, and so, so in love. It felt right.

“It was the best decision of my life,” San smiled. “I think it was the first time I actually listened to Wooyoung's advice and everything went so perfectly. I'll never thank him enough.”

You agreed, looking up at the small stars dimly shining in the darkness of the room, heart full.

“I love you,” you whispered, finally giving in and feeling yourself drifting to sleep.

San kissed your forehead softly, wrapping his arms closer around you.

“I love you too, princess.”

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Hey love can you do ateez yunho and idol!y/n prompt imagine of #7,#10, and #11??

hi love 💜 hope you like this short fic, thank you for your request!

7. “I think I’m in love with you.”

10. “This made me think of you.”

11. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : ON HOLD (you can send requests, but please be patient as I can only do so much at the same time 💜)

pairing : idol!yunho x idol!reader

genre : fluff

word count : 2k

warnings : none

Partners in Crime

“Alright, everybody, we're done for today!”

You clapped your hands at your groupmates, trying to catch up your breath. Your group had finally finished choreographing the performance for your next title track, and you couldn't be more proud of them.

“Good job, guys,” you smiled at them, walking to the side of the practice room to grab a towel.

You checked your phone as you dried your sweat up, noticing that your best friend had sent you a text whilst you were practicing. You then looked at the time, and swore out loud.

“We've been in here for four hours?” you exclaimed, in shock.

“Why? What's wrong?” the leader of your group asked, concerned.

“I was supposed to meet up with Yunho an hour ago,” you shoved your items into your bag, guilt building in your stomach as you tried calling your best friend, to no avail.

“Oh, you're finally going on a date with him?” one of your members teased, only to be ignored by you.

“I'm sorry, I really have to go,” you rushed towards the door, trying to reach Yunho's phone again. “Great job, love you all, I'll text you later!”

You ran out the building, only to be met by one of the most violent thunderstorm you've ever seen.

“Great,” you muttered. “I really had to forget my coat today.”

You walked quickly on the sidewalk, trying to stay out of the heavy rain as much as you could with your bag shielding your head. Your phone rang, your heart squeezing in your chest when you saw it was Yunho.

“Hey,” you answered. “I'm so sorry, Yunho, I didn't see the time pass and we finally finished the choreography, I'm heading to the café right now, I'm so sorry, I swear it wasn't intentional, are you even still there? Gosh, I should've asked that first.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Yunho chuckled, taken aback by the wall of words that just hit him. “It's okay, I swear.”

You sighed in relief, feeling your legs ache from the hours of practice and now your powerwalking on slippery concrete.

“I'm going to be there in at most seven minutes,” you breathed, nearly getting hit by an umbrella as you coursed through the pedestrians. “I'm so sorry again, Yuyu...”

“Y/N, relax,” Yunho giggled. “I'm not even at the café right now.”

“Oh, you went back home?” you stopped in your tracks, letting your bag drop on your shoulders. “How long have you waited for me?”

“Y/N,” you could hear the smile in your best friend's voice. “I slept in. I'm kind of glad your practice extended, because I would've been the one late at the café.”

You stepped under a bus stop to shield yourself from the cold rain.

“Slept in?” you repeated. “It's 4 PM?”

“We had a day off today,” Yunho explained, still laughing. “I took the opportunity to get a good night of sleep.”

You laughed, incredulous.

“So you're telling me I've been running under this hell-rain for nothing?”

“Oh, you're outside?” Yunho's tone changed immediately, now concerned. “Y/N, I'm so sorry. Find somewhere dry and warm, I'll come pick you up.”

“It's fine,” you tried reassuring him, but you couldn't help the clicking of your teeth as you shivered from the cold. “I'll be at the café, just come join me.”

“And let you walk another ten minutes-”

“Seven,” you corrected.

“Seven minutes,” Yunho sighed, “in this weather? I don't think so. I'm coming to get you, just share your location.”

You heard the thud of a car door in your phone speaker, and you did as you were told, sending him where you were. You didn't know how he did it, but Yunho arrived at the bus stop in a matter of minutes. You quickly got into his car, smiling at the bed-hair he was still sporting.

“Hey,” he smiled at you, putting your bag on the backseat. “You must be so cold.”

“It's fine, I swear,” you tried to protest, but he was already wrapping you in his jacket. “Thanks, Yuyu.”

He brushed it off, hoping you wouldn't notice the soft blush on his cheek.

“You still want to go to the café?” he asked.

“We can just drive around,” you offered. “Put some music on, talk about our days, without the stress of being seen by fans.”

Yunho hummed in agreement, moving the car out of the parking spot. You talked about your day, telling him about the choreography you and your groupmates had created. He always loved when you told him spoilers for your next comebacks, as he did the same for you.

While waiting at a red light, you suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, I got you something when I went shopping yesterday,” you reached to grab your bag, hoping it wouldn't have been drenched by the rain.

“Really?” Yunho looked at you with curious eyes, a wide smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” you grinned back at him, finding the small plastic bag you were looking for. “Maybe find somewhere to park the car, I'll give it to you then!”

He did just that, parking his car in a nearly empty mall parking lot.

“What is it?” he asked, staring at the shopping bag in your hands.

“It's not much, so don't be too hopeful or you'll be disappointed,” you joked, trying to brush off the nervous feeling in your stomach.

“C'mon,” Yunho rolled his eyes. “I cherish everything you give me, even if it's only your time.”

Opening the bag, you revealed two small bracelets. Handing one to your best friend, you tried explaining your small gift.

“It's a bracelet,” you stated. “You clasp it with the little handcuffs on it, see?”

You demonstrated it with your own, putting it on your wrist.

“I was at the store and this made me think of you,” you explained, feeling shy when Yunho didn't say anything. “Ever since we've been kids, you always called us partners in crime. And it's handcuffs, get it?”

You looked at your best friend intently, not used to him being so silent. He stared at the bracelet, in awe, before looking back at you.

“That's so sweet,” he whispered, smiling softly. “And kinky. I love it.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Way to ruin the mood, dude,” you laughed along with him.

“Now, cuff me up, bun bun,” he extended his wrist to you, giving you the bracelet with his other hand.

“Don't make me regret this,” you joked, clasping the delicate jewelry around his wrist.

Yunho laughed cutely, looking down at your gift.

“Thank you,” he kissed your temple softly. “You're the best, you know that, right?”

You spent the rest of the afternoon talking about everything and anything, singing along the songs of your childhood, and having you laugh more than you've ever had in the last couple of days. As the sun set, you felt light and happy, contrasting from the usual stress and fast pace of your idol life.

Yunho drove you back home, thanking you again for your gift.

“We should really hang out more,” he told you as you were about to leave the car. “I miss you, you know?”

“Me too,” you sighed. “We're just so busy, with both of our schedules, it really sucks. But I'll try to find some free time soon, being with you really is just like free therapy for my soul.”

Yunho nodded his head.

“I'll try to find some time, too,” he smiled softly. “Two months without seeing you is too long.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, and you secretly wished he would never let go. With an aching heart, you parted from him, wishing him a good night before heading out of the car to your home.

You waved him goodbye from your porch, wondering what was the sinking feeling you had in your stomach as you watched his car disappear in the distance.

Later that night, you were watching an episode of your favourite show whilst overthinking the growing feelings you had for your best friend. Your train of thoughts was cut short by a knock on your front door, startling you. Heading quietly to the window, you saw Yunho's car in front of your lawn, and your best friend standing in front of your door.

Opening the door, you couldn't help but feel confused by Yunho's presence.

“Hi,” you greeted him. “Is everything alright? It's almost midnight, and you have an early meeting tomorrow.”

Yunho stared at you, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Y/N,” he looked anxious, but his voice was firm. “I can't stop thinking about you. I thought it was because I missed you, and we've known each other since preschool, but we've seen each other for hours today and, still. I can't get you out my mind.”

You stayed silent, stunned. Your heart started beating impossibly fast. Is this what you thought this was going to be?

“I just really need to get this off my chest,” Yunho continued, eyes never leaving yours. “You make me feel happy, Y/N. You make me feel important, you make me feel great, you make me feel loved, like no one else does. I... You mean the world to me, bun bun, and I never ever want to lose you.”

“Yuyu, that's really sweet,” you said, voice barely a whisper. “But you're kind of scaring me right now. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am, sorry,” Yunho smiled at you, but you could tell he was still nervous. “I just... When you gave me the bracelet earlier, I just had a realization.”

You kept quiet, waiting for him to keep going. He stayed silent for a moment, looking for his words.

“I think...” Yunho hesitated, looking at you with eyes full of worry. “I really cherish our friendship, and I really hope that no matter what, we'll always be Y/N and Yunho, the inseparable besties, as we've always been.”

You nodded your head, feeling dizzy from your rapid heartbeat, and the anticipation.

“Y/N,” Yunho looked into your eyes, his expression one you've never quite seen before. “I think I'm in love with you.”

Your eyes went wide, as your jaw dropped. Never in a million years you thought you'd hear him say those words to you.

“Oh,” you managed to blurt out, your thoughts racing.

“Oh?” Yunho grimaced. “Is that really all you have to say? Did you hear me? I just confessed to you, Y/N.”

“I-I know, Yuyu, I'm just,” you spoke quickly. “I'm just really shocked. I-I didn't expect this.”

Yunho looked at you with sad puppy-eyes.

“Right,” he whispered. “Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here and told you all that. I really don't want to ruin our friendship. You really do mean everything to me, bun bun.”

“Yunho,” you breathed out. “I think I'm in love with you, too.”

Your best friend let out a sigh of relief.

“Wait, what do you mean, you think?” he asked.

“You said the same thing to me!” you replied in your own defense.

“Oh, right,” Yunho giggled, the reality of what you just said hitting him. “Wait, really?”

You nodded your head, feeling your heart flutter when he wrapped you in a hug, holding you like his life depended on it. You looked up at him, butterflies going crazy in your stomach as he stared back at you softly. His eyes travelled down to your lips, then back at your eyes, asking a silent question. You nodded your head slightly, and he leaned down to press a feathery kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, smiling. “My partner in crime.”

i'm sorry it took me so long writing this, i really hope you enjoyed! 💜

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Hello! Could you do a txt reaction to idol s/o going on tour? Thank you!

hello anon 💜 thank you for the request! hope you enjoy~

TXT's reaction to their idol s/o going on tour

Soobin

sends you good morning texts every day. no matter the time zone you're in, he'll set up an alarm to make sure he doesn't miss it. calls you before your shows to encourage you, telling you how great you are and how much your fans (and himself) love watching you perform on stage. had matching necklace charms made for both of you to wear when you're away, just so you have something to hold on to when he can't physically be there for you. gets a little bit emotional every time you facetime him, feeling so proud of you, but at the same time he wished you were here with him too. books a ticket for one of your shows in Korea, surprising you as he stands first row with the biggest smile on his face.

“you didn't have to come see me, i know you've been super busy lately, soobin...”

“and miss the chance of seeing you perform live? never in a million year.”

“thank you, it means so much to me, you know that, right?”

“i'll always be there for you, and i'll never be too busy for you either, darling. ”

Yeonjun

sends you flowers after your performances. calls you afterwards to make sure you got them, leading to endless phone calls into the night. always wants to help you get used to the tour life, sharing his tips and tricks whenever you feel overwhelmed. makes sure you eat well, stay hydrated and get enough sleep every day. shares embarrassing moments that happened to his members during the day to cheer you up. wants to hear all about your day, loving how excited you get when you talk about your passion. sends you pictures of every dog or cat he comes across in the streets, knowing it puts a smile on your face. always ends his phone calls, facetime calls or texts conversations with “miss you, love you.”

“did you get the flowers?”

“i did, thank you, yeonjun. they're beautiful.”

“not as beautiful as you, babe.”

“you don't have to do that, you know? you send me flowers after every other show...”

“you deserve it, baby. you're a star, you're amazing, and i'm here to remind you as such. i can't wait until you come back and i'll be able to give them to you in person.”

Beomgyu

always there to cheer you up. he sends you memes to make you laugh and relax after a hard day. loves when you send him pictures of you throughout the days, complimenting your outfits or the snippets of practices he sees. packs a few of his favourite hoodies and t-shirts for you to wear on tour when you miss him. if your time zones allow it, he'll facetime you before going to bed so you can both fall asleep together. texts you multiple times a day saying he misses you. sends you updates from his own life as much as he can. when you feel tired or sad, he'll film encouraging and comforting videos of himself talking to you, just so that you can save them on your phone and watch them as many times as you need.

“i miss you, gyu.”

“miss you too, sweetheart. how're you feeling?”

“tired, i guess. i still can't believe i've come so far.”

“i can, you're amazing. wanna see a funny video of Toto throwing a fit?”

“always.”

Taehyun

late night calls. no matter how busy he is or how late it is for him due to the different time zones you both are in, he always calls you after your performances. listens to you when you voice your concerns or stress related to your tour, comforts you when you feel homesick. he's always ready to drop everything he is doing to facetime you when you need to see his face and hear his voice. he is so proud of you and how far you've grown. reminds you every day that he misses you and loves you dearly. shamelessly promotes your tour on his lives and social media accounts, praising your talent and hard work to anyone who will listen. he will always be your #1 fan and supports you through thick and thin.

“how was your day, love?”

“could've been better, i really miss you, tae.”

“are you free right now? give me a call, i miss your pretty face, too.”

Huening Kai

had a plushie made just for you, with a sound box in its belly that plays a recording of his voice telling you how much he loves you. calls you at random times of the day, or night, forgetting the time zone difference, just to hear your voice. wrote you a pile of letters for you to read after each of your shows, with a picture of both of you attached to each letter. always hypes you up, praising your performances and telling you how proud of you he is. loves to facetime you in the mornings, seeing your sleepy self get ready for the day makes his heart melt. has spoiled a few of your show outfits during lives, as well as the date of your next comeback, but you can't be mad because you know he can't help himself.

“i can't believe you told your fans about the name of our next album.”

“i'm sorry! i just get so excited when you give me spoilers, angel, i'm so proud of you and it just happens!”

“i know, kai, don't worry. you're too cute for me to even be mad at you.”

“i can't wait to see you again... have you read today's letter? it's my favourite of the bunch.”

“you say that for every letter, kai.”

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wdym the end was lackluster 😭 i loved reading the whole scenario for Boo. you really combined the 2 prompts perfectly! it was sweet and cute then sexy but overall it’s very wholesome! thank you for writing this! 💓💓💓 (i’m the anon who sent in the request)

i'm so glad you liked it 💜 i always get super self-conscious about my writings, i want people to love what i write for them, thank you so much for your kind words ❤❤❤

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I’ve been missing Boo content lately. 😭 Can we perhaps combine prompts fluff 5 and smut 5? Maybe you were watching their performance on tv and he notices you cheering louder for your bias (a different member)? You just riled him up but he knows you love him most. 🥰

omg anon this is 🔥🔥 thank you for your request! i hope you like this 💙

5. “You look so good with my marks all over your body.”

5. “Please give me some attention.”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : softdom!seungkwan x gn!reader

genre : fluff, smut (minors DNI), porn with plot, established relationship

word count : 2.5k

warnings : smut, cursing, dom/sub dynamics, jealousy (not in a unhealthy way, though), marking, unprotected sex (don't be silly, protect your willy)

Selfish

“Have you watched our performance last night?”

You looked up at your boyfriend, meeting his excited stare as he awaited your answer.

“I'm sorry, Kwannie, I was so busy with work, I didn't have time to watch it,” you pouted.

“Oh, it's okay Y/N,” Seungkwan smiled softly, grabbing your hand. “We could watch it together tonight! What do you say?”

You nodded your head as your boyfriend pulled you into a tight hug.

“You need to get your head out of your work,” Seungkwan sighed, kissing the top of your head gently. “It's all you ever do.”

“Says you?” you joked, basking in the warmth of his embrace.

Seungkwan laughed softly, making your heart do somersaults in your chest. You'll never be able to understand how you found someone this perfect, all for yourself.

That night, you two were cuddling in your bed, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by pillows. Seungkwan turned on the TV, grabbing his phone to dim the lights in your room.

“Be ready to be awestruck,” your boyfriend commented, a playful smile on his lips. “My outfit is bomb and my ass looks great in the pleather pants they gave me.”

“Your ass always looks great,” you giggled, leaning your head on his shoulder as he put on the performance.

You watched in silence as their performance debuted, amazed by your boyfriend and his friends' talent. Even after watching countless shows, stages, and even coming to a few concerts, you were still blown-away every time they took a step on stage.

“Wow,” you whispered, eyes glued to the TV. “Seokmin really outdid himself for this one. He hit that note so right.”

Seokmin's voice sent shivers down your whole body. It wasn't a secret that he was your bias since day one, the boys all knew about it, and Seungkwan loved teasing how you become a stuttering mess every time you're in the same room as Seokmin.

“And those pants,” you couldn't help but add. “It should be illegal to have thighs like this, my God.”

Seungkwan shifted slightly beside you, the arm he had around your waist pulling you closer to him. You paid no attention to your boyfriend, in real life that is, as you watched him sing on screen.

“You were right,” you smiled, shooting a quick glance at Seungkwan. “You look really hot in that outfit. They should give a raise to your styl-”

You cut your sentence short as Seokmin appeared on TV again, captivating your attention. You ignored Seungkwan's little scoff, too busy admiring the man on screen.

“He's so damn fucking hot,” you blurted out, watching as the performance came to an end. “Wow.”

You both stared at the TV, Seungkwan having paused at his own ending fairy.

“What about me?” your boyfriend pointed at the screen. “Don't I look good? Like, please, give me some attention, too. I'm your boyfriend, after all.”

You noticed his voice lacked the playful tone it usually had when you were in your 'fangirling zone', as he called it. You looked up at Seungkwan, who was already staring at you with one eyebrow raised and a pout adorning his plump lips.

“What? Are you jealous?” you teased.

“No,” he rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on your waist. “It's just that Seokmin doesn't have anything that I don't, so what's the big deal?”

You purse your lips.

“I mean,” you tilted your head to the side. “He's handsome, can't I admire him for the hot piece of man that he is?”

Seungkwan's expression grew more annoyed, and you didn't miss how his features seemed to tense at your words.

“You can,” he conceded, his jaw clenching as he thought. “But you're mine, angel.”

You sat up to look at Seungkwan directly in the eyes, a smirk teasing your lips.

“Don't be so selfish,” you purred, ghosting your lips over his. “Can't you share me for the duration of one performance?”

Seungkwan growled, crashing his lips onto yours. He pushed you onto the mattress, laying on top of you as his lips devoured yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, hands roaming your body roughly.

“You're mine,” he groaned, trailing kisses down your neck. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“I-I know, Kwannie,” you breathed, feeling your whole body heat up as he bit on the soft flesh of your neck.

You ran your hands through his hair, gripping the soft strands as he sucked on your skin. Seungkwan ran his hands under your baggy shirt, his lips continuing their relentless attack on every inch of your exposed skin. He pinched one of your nipples, making you gasp and arch your chest against his.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against your clavicle, teasing the skin with his teeth.

He ground his hips down against yours, a soft moan falling from your lips as you felt his clothed erection rub against your heat.

“I want you, Kwannie,” you mumbled, your arousal throbbing in between your legs, desperate for more.

“Do you, now?” Seungkwan teased, running his nails gently on your sides.

You nodded your head furiously, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend.

“You know, I really wanted to tease you for what you were saying earlier,” he took off his shirt, helping you doing the same before kissing you longingly. “But, fuck, you're irresistible, baby.”

You whimpered against his mouth, tightening your grip in his hair as he laid kisses down your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He grabbed your ass with both hands, grinding his hips against yours.

“Kwannie,” you gasped, feeling your head get light from arousal.

Seungkwan hummed against your skin, sucking on your collarbone.

“What is it, love?” he mumbled, leaving another love bite on your shoulder.

You jerked your hips up, wanting more than just friction. You felt yourself throbbing against him, a soft moan falling from your lips.

“Y/N,” Seungkwan warned, his deep voice sending heatwaves right between your thighs. “Use your words, babe.”

He trailed kisses up your neck, finding your sweet spot right under your ear and latching his lips on it.

“I-I want,” you managed to stutter out, your boyfriend grinding his hips down more and more roughly against you.

He knew full well how turned on you were, and loved seeing you so worked up even though he still had done nothing to you.

“Tell me,” he whispered in your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin. “What do you want?”

“You, I-I want you,” you were desperately hoping that would be enough of an answer for him. “Fuck me, please...”

Lucky for you, Seungkwan took pity in your already fucked out state, and your answer satisfied him.

“Since you asked so nicely,” you felt him smirk against your neck, before he pulled away from you to take off his sweatpants.

“N-no underwear, uh?” you teased, eyeing hungrily his body as he shot you a knowing smile.

“With how horny you are on the daily,” Seungkwan kissed your lips softly. “That would be a waste of time.”

He helped you getting rid of your pajama bottoms, warm hands caressing your naked thighs. He studied your body lovingly, running his fingers on fading love marks on your inner thighs.

“Fuck,” he pulled your underwear off your body, discarding them quickly before laying on top of you. “You look so good with my marks all over your body.”

He kissed your lips sloppily, making you moan against his mouth. Seungkwan groaned when he felt your arousal against his cock, thrusting against your hips impatiently.

“So good to me,” he mumbled, replacing his mouth with his fingers against your lips.

You took his digits into your mouth, sucking and licking them wetly. When he was satisfied with your work, Seungkwan pulled his fingers out of your mouth, inserting one finger into your hole and prepping you attentively. You rolled your hips against his hand, only wanting more. Adding a second finger, then a third, he continued his ministration, whispering praises into your ear as you felt heat pool up in your lower stomach.

Feeling your walls clenching around his fingers, Seungkwan aimed at your sensitive spot, hitting it with ever thrust of his digits.

“Already close?” he hummed, chuckling softly when you moaned in response. “I haven't even fucked you yet.”

He pinched one of your nipples with his free hand, moving his fingers faster inside of you.

“K-Kwannie,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“C'mon, baby,” he panted, watching your face closely. “Cum on my hand.”

With no further warning, your climax crashed down on you, Seungkwan's name escaping your lips with a long moan. Seungkwan helped you ride your high, whispering sweet nothings as your whole body trembled under him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he peppered kisses on your cheekbone softly, giving you time to come down your high.

Once you had somewhat calmed your breathing, Seungkwan pulled his fingers out.

“You're okay if we continue this?” he asked, stroking his cock lazily.

“Yeah,” you nodded your head, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please. I want to feel you.”

Seungkwan groaned, dick twitching at your words, and reached for the bedside table and grabbing a bottle of lube. He applied some on his cock before adjusting himself between your legs.

“Look at you,” he murmured, kissing your lips gently as he pushed himself in your sensitive hole. “All spread out for me.”

He stilled once he bottomed up, hips flush against yours. Your dug your nails in the soft skin of his back, gasping.

“S-so full,” you breathed out, looking up at Seungkwan with teary eyes.

He let his head fall down, unable to stop the stuttering of his hips as he waited for you to adjust to him.

“You're so fucking tight,” he mumbled against your neck, grunting when he felt your walls throb against his dick.

“Please,” you begged, rolling your hips against his. “More.”

Seungkwan didn't have to be told twice, pulling out almost completely before thrusting his cock back into you. You moaned out his name as he set a rough pace, hips smacking against yours loudly with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” your boyfriend groaned, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him with every snap of his hips. “You take me so fucking well.”

You could only whimper in response, your mind foggy as you scratched your nails down his back. He grunted at the feeling, linking his arms under your thighs and quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the new angle allowed him to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, a cascade of his name falling from your lips.

“G-gonna cum for me again, baby?” Seungkwan groaned, feeling himself approaching his climax rapidly. “Gonna cum on my cock, uh? Show me how good I make you feel.”

You slid your hands between both of your bodies, pinching your nipples as you boyfriend fucked you into the mattress relentlessly.

“Kwannie,” you cried out, feeling tears falling from your eyes from the overstimulation.

“You're so good, love,” Seungkwan grunted, biting the soft flesh of your neck. “You make me feel so fucking good.”

He crashed his lips on yours, kissing you messily as his pace got sloppier.

“Baby, I'm so close,” he bit your bottom lip, dragging his nails against the tender skin of your thighs.

“M-me too,” you croaked.

Seungkwan sucked on your neck roughly, the squelching sound of his thrusts in your hole filling the room as you felt your second orgasm knot in your stomach. He hit your sweet spot particularly hard, sending you over the edge.

“Fuck,” you cried, arching your back violently as you came undone.

You felt your own release spill the sheets, your vision completely blank as you could only shout your boyfriend's name. Seungkwan moaned out your name, your walls tightening impossibly around him.

“Shit,” he whimpered, biting down your collarbone as he came in you, still fucking roughly into you as you both rode your high.

You felt his cum spill out of you with each thrust, your oversensitive body shaking uncontrollably under him. You felt spaced out, only feeling Seungkwan's warm body against yours as the rest of the world around you faded away.

Your boyfriend slowed down his hips, grunting as your walls kept sucking him in. A shiver went down his whole body before he laid down on top of you, arms shaking under his own weight. Wrapping your arms around his shoulder, you tried calming down your breathing as your vision came back to normal.

“Hmm,” Seungkwan buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses on your sweaty skin. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, running your finger in his damp hair. “So, so much.”

Seungkwan’s lips left your skin as he leveled his head with yours, a playful look in his eyes.

“More than you love Seokmin?” he teased, wrapping one arm around your waist.

You couldn’t help but giggle. You knew he wasn't serious, but the fact that he mentioned it at all made you wonder if he had been insecure about your relationship.

“Seungkwan,” you said, staring into his eyes lovingly. “Seokmin’s my bias. I like him like any fan like their idol. I like his voice and I think he looks good.”

You kissed his lips gently.

“But you,” you smiled. “I love you. I love you like I’ve never loved anybody else. You make me feel safe, happy, and I’m so lucky to have found you. You’re the most precious thing I have in this world. You have nothing to be jealous of, it will always be you, Kwannie.”

Seungkwan took your wrist in his hand, kissing your palm gently.

“I love you too, angel,” he smiled at you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you replied, kissing the tip of his nose. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. That wasn’t really nice of me.”

“It’s okay,” Seungkwan laughed, kissing you softly. “All I need to know is that you’re mine, and mine only, baby.”

He hugged you tightly, closing his eyes as you held him close to your heart.

“How about a nice bath?” he asked, already getting up from the bed.

You whined at the loss of his warmth, letting him drag you out of bed to the bathroom.

“I got some nice scented lotion for you,” Seungkwan kissed your cheek. “If you want, I can wash your hair, too. It's a bit stinky, now.”

“And who's fault is that?” you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips.

Seungkwan shot you a cheeky grin, giggling at the fake annoyance on your face. You hoped to see that smile every day for the rest of your life.

hope you enjoyed reading this! i'm sorry if the end is a bit lackluster, i struggled to finish this fic >.< please like and comment, it really helps! <3 thank you so much for reading my works!

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welcome to my blog 💙 my requests are currently closed, but here's information if you're interested in requesting something in the future!

I can write for boy groups and girl groups alike (I do not write smut for girl groups anymore)

the groups I write for are : Seventeen, Ateez, The Boyz, TXT, NCT, Stray Kids, Twice, Itzy, Mamamoo and Blackpink. These aren't exclusive, you can always send any group and I'll gladly write for you!

I can do fluff, angst, smut, reactions, lists, most to least, SMAU and small fics.

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you can request more than one member if you want to!

I write reader x member fics in gender-neutral terms unless you specify which gender the reader is.

I do not write about : underage sex, age-play, extreme violence, non-consensual acts, incest, any kind of bigotry.

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Hi! Im not sure of ur rules when it comes to writing a fanfic so if this makes u uncomfy its absolutely fine if u dont wanna write it! Can I request an skz office smut with seungmin?? (female reader) like he does some dumb shit or like ticks u off so u decide to ride him after work hours on the office desk but suddenly stops and doesn’t let him cum, but after making him beg and whimper for u, u eventually give in and continue riding and BOOM creampie(why do I talk funny describing a smut LMFAO) do it if u want tho ofc!(also ive been asking a lot of ppl now and i forgot who i asked and who i didnt so if u got this before ignore LOL)

hello anon! thank you for your request 💙 I hope you like it! it's my first smut so I'm sorry if it's not that good!

pairing : bratty!seungmin x fem!reader

genre : office!AU, smut (minors DNI)

word count : 2.8k

warnings : dom/sub dynamics, bondage, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

Being promoted as the new Head of Marketing at your office had its perks : a hefty salary, flexible schedules, more liberty in your decision making, and you didn't have to endure the non-stop commanding of your old manager. The only inconvenience, really, that you could think of was that your office had been moved to the marketing floor, where you now had to work with Kim Seungmin.

At first, everything was going well. You had established a trustful and respectful relationship with all your coworkers, and you were able to put into motion a new marketing campaign in the span of two weeks. That was until the Marketing Specialist had come back from his work trip to New York. The first time you two crossed path, you flashed you a soft smile, and you remembered thinking this was probably the hottest man you had ever met. Turns out, he was. And he was the most annoying and enraging man you had ever met, too.

You had held a meeting with him and the other managers to keep him up to date with his duties, whilst he would share the market research he had done.

“I don't think the new campaign is great,” Seungmin had told you bluntly. “In fact, I don't even think it's good. It sucks.”

The other managers stared at him in stupor.

“Everyone in the department believe this campaign to be the next big thing,” you could only force a tight smile on your lips. “We already have the Advertising team working on it, and it has been approved by Chief Marketing Officer.”

“She must've fallen on her head to approve this,” Seungmin retorted, not even bothering looking at you. “I'll go talk to her, I'm responsible for marketing campaign after all.”

His boldness ticked a nerve in you, and you couldn't stop yourself from being more and more annoyed by his attitude. Who was he to try and go back on your decisions?

“I am the one in charge here,” you spat back, a bit too vehemently for your own liking. “You will do no such thing.”

Seungmin offered you a cocky smile in return, which only fueled your growing anger. The meeting had ended with a palpable tension in the air.

You thought that maybe it would've gotten better as the weeks went by, but Seungmin kept opposing every one of your choices with blunt, bordering-on-disrespectful remarks. Every time the Marketing Specialist opened his mouth, an everlasting smug grin on his face, you had to hold yourself back from losing your cool and start yelling at him. It felt like he knew exactly how to strike a nerve, no matter what situation you were in. Your first campaign had done numbers, your hard work having even been praised by the company's executives. You couldn't understand why Seungmin was still headstrong about making your life a living Hell.

You reached your limit during the department meeting for the Holiday season campaign. Seungmin had presented multiple campaign options, only for each of them being worse than the last.

“This isn't up to your own standard, Kim Seungmin,” you had commented. “This isn't good. Did you forget we had this meeting or do you simply not care about the success of our company?”

The Product Manager let out a small gasp, whilst Seungmin tilted his head, seemingly not understanding what you were saying.

“I don't get it,” Seungmin spoke, feigning innocence. “Your ideas for campaigns are always mediocre at best, I thought this was what you wanted.”

You stared at him, fuming, as the rest of the team froze in shock.

“You,” you had to clench your hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “Meet me in my office at 6. This type of behavior will not be tolerated in this building.”

Your response seemed to take him aback, his eyes wide as he nodded his head in your direction. He sat back on his chair and stayed quiet for the rest of the meeting, giving you a break for once.

Sitting back in your office, you let out a sigh. Your team had done incredibly well, and you were all able to finish before the end of office hours. You looked at the city life through the window, the already dark sky appeasing you in some way.

Soon enough, a light knock was heard at your door, and you didn't even bother saying anything. Seungmin peaked his head inside your office, meeting your already annoyed glance.

“Kim Seungmin,” you pointed the chair facing your desk. “Sit down.”

The man did as he was told, watching you as you got a few documents out of your desk drawer.

“I don't think it's a surprise to any of us if I tell you your behavior had been less than ideal for the past few months,” you spoke matter-of-factly. “I have discussed with HR, and there is no way we can tolerate your misbehavior anymore.”

Seungmin visibly gulped, nodding his head silently.

“So,” you took a document titled Disciplinary Report from the pile and laid it out in front of you. “Since there have been no previous recorded incidents revolving around you, I can't fire you. I would, trust me, but it's against company policy.”

You grabbed your pen and filed up Seungmin's employee information on the document.

“Instead, I'll be filling a disciplinary report with you and arrange a meeting with HR to address your behavioral issues.”

You glared up at the Marketing Specialist, who seemed livid. His silence was bothering you almost as much as his usual arrogant remarks.

“I'll be writing you up for,” you read the document, squinting your eyes. “General misconduct around corporate employees, insolence, and insubordination towards an higher-up. Does that sound correct to you?”

“So this will be kept in my employee file forever?” Seungmin asked, clearly worried about his future in the company.

“I asked you a question,” you retorted.

“Yes.”

You noted it down the document.

“Yes, it'll be in your file in our system,” you answered. “Got a problem with that?”

“Listen, I'm sorry, Y/N,” Seungmin blurted out, panicking. “I mean, Miss L/N. I never thought it would go this far.”

“Care to explain what you mean by that?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“It's just,” Seungmin's scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I never thought it would get to this. I never meant to personally hurt or attack you.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You never thought that insulting everything I do or say would affect me?” you asked.

“Now that you say it like that,” Seungmin avoided your gaze. “I get it. But... I never meant it.”

“Oh, really?” you scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest in defiance. “Then, why did you say all these things to me if it wasn't to attack my work?”

“I,” Seungmin's cheeks turned red. “I couldn't help it. You look so hot when you're mad.”

You stared at him in complete shock.

“Excuse me?” you blurted out, feeling heat creep up your whole body.

“I-I'm sorry, Miss L/N,” Seungmin hid his face in his hand, embarrassed. “Every time you got mad at me, I just wanted you to lose it. To punish me and make me regret being so rude to you.”

You couldn't say anything, your mouth dry as you felt your own wetness against your thighs.

“Since I'm already losing my job,” Seungmin sighed, staring right back at you with dark eyes. “I wanted you to use me to get out your frustration, fuck the brat out of me until I only know your name.”

Your own heartbeat was out of control. You stood up, hoping Seungmin couldn't see how your legs were trembling from excitement. You headed to your office door, clearing your throat.

“I'm so sorry, Miss L/N,” Seungmin stood from his chair. “I-I'll leave. I'll resign tomorrow. I-”

He stopped talking when you locked the door, turning around to face him. You slowly walked to him, heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor.

“You have been bad, Seungmin,” you spoke softly, watching as he fumbled to sit back on the chair, this time facing you. “I think you need to be punished.”

Seungmin gulped, looking up at you with wide, lustful eyes. You grabbed his tie, pulling him into a messy, passionate kiss. You ran your other hand through his hair, pulling slightly at the strands. He moaned against your mouth, his hands shooting up to your waist.

“No touching,” you pulled away from him, Seungmin immediately resting his hands on his thighs.

You took your time to observe the man in front of you, his lips messy with your own lipstick, and eyes begging for you to do more. If you had known this was all he wanted from you, you could've resolved your feud a lot earlier.

You kissed him again, pushing your tongue in his mouth as you palmed his already hard cock through his pants. Seungmin bucked his hips against your hand, loving the friction but desperately wanting more. Without breaking the kiss, you straddled his lap, grinding lightly on his bulge. His hands flew to your ass, groping the tender flesh and pulling you against his hips.

“Hm,” you broke the kiss, raising an eyebrow. “What did I say?”

Seungmin put his hands on the arm rest, eyes wide.

“N-no touching,” he stuttered out, breathing heavily.

“That's right,” you smiled, undoing his tie. “I guess you give me no other choice.”

Grabbing the silky fabric, you stood up. Seungmin reached his hands around the back of the chair without you having to ask, letting you tie his wrists together. Satisfied with your bondage, you lightly scratched his exposed forearms with your nails, earning a soft groan from the man. You went and straddled him again, playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Not too tight?” you asked, leaning closer to him.

Seungmin shook his head, shivering when you started nipping at the soft skin of his neck. You unbuttoned your own dress shirt before doing the same with his, letting your hands roam on his toned body. You let him leave sloppy kisses on your collarbone, trailing your hands down his body. You unbuckled his belt, sliding one hand inside his pants to palm him through his boxers.

“Please,” he mumbled against your skin, moaning when your free hand pinched one of his nipples.

“Please what?” you asked, leaning back to look him in the eyes.

He started grinding his hips against you hand, glazing at you with pleading eyes.

“Use your words,” you warned him.

“P-please fuck me, Miss L/N,” he whimpered, tugging at his wrists. “You look so fucking good, please, I want you so fucking bad.”

You unzipped his pants, getting off the chair to pull his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. His cock sprung free, the red tip leaking precum on his toned stomach. It was a sight to hold onto, feeling your own arousal pool into your panties. Not bothering taking off your dress skirt, you sat on his lap, taking his cock in your hand, and teasing your clothed entrance with it.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, feeling your thighs shake when his tip rubbed your clit, the fabric of your panties only adding to the pleasure.

Unable to wait any longer, you pulled your panties aside, sitting down on Seungmin's cock. You took him completely, your hips flushed against his. Your head spun as he filled you up, your walls snug around his throbbing cock.

“Y-you feel so good, M-Miss L/N,” Seungmin already looked fucked out, eyes unfocused as he looked up at you. “S-so warm, so f-fucking wet.”

You moaned in response, lifting your hips to slam them back down roughly. Seungmin whimpered at you set a fast pace, wrapping one hand around his neck.

“Such a bad boy,” you groaned, tightening slightly your grip on his throat. “This is what you wanted, uh? Acting like a fucking brat every fucking day, because you wanted me to fuck you?”

Seungmin nodded his head, eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. You rolled your hips a certain way, moaning loudly when his cock hit the spot that make you see stars. Seungmin grunted against your neck, helping you chase your high and thrusting his hips up to hit your sweet spot over and over again.

“Such a fucking brat,” you moved the hand that was on his neck to his mouth, shoving two fingers in it. “Wish I had known this was the only way to make you shut your mouth up.”

He moaned around your fingers, eyes rolling back. His thrusts became sloppier, his mouth crying your name as you let your fingers fall onto his chest. You noticed he was nearing his climax, and you stopped all movement, removing yourself from him entirely.

Seungmin bucked his hips up into nothing, looking at you with teary eyes as his cock throbbed against his stomach, painfully red.

“M-Miss L/N,” he whimpered.

“Brats don't deserve to cum,” you stated, not mentioning how you ruined your own high while doing so.

You sat on the desk beside him, a mixture of both your arousal leaking down your leg.

“I'm sorry, Miss L/N,” Seungmin pleaded. “P-please, I'll be good, please make me cum.”

You bit your bottom lip.

“You know what good boys do?” you asked, leaning over him and pulling his head back by his hair.

“W-what?”

“They beg,” you whispered in his ear, letting go of his hair.

Seungmin groaned.

“Please, Miss L/N,” he stuttered. “I want you. I n-need you. Please, fuck me.”

You sat back on his lap, not doing anything more. He tried kissing your lips, only for you to lean away from his reach.

“I said, beg.”

“Fuck, Miss L/N,” you knew he was growing impatient, his cock rubbing against your slit every time you moved. “Please, fuck me. I need your tight pussy around me. I'll be a good boy, fuck, please Y/N I need your cunt so fucking bad. Please make me cum, I beg you. It hurts.”

Satisfied, you reached behind the chair to untie his hands.

“Good boy,” you slurred, kissing him messily before slamming his cock deep inside you.

Seungmin grabbed the armrests of the chair tightly, thrusting back into your sloppy cunt, the sound of skin against skin echoing in your office. You felt heat pool into your lower stomach, getting closer to your climax as Seungmin bit your collarbone, sucking on the soft skin afterwards.

“Seungmin,” you panted, feeling your head get lighter and lighter. “I'm so close.... Touch me.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Me too.”

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you back into his deep thrusts and angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every pump. His other arm slid between your two sweaty bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your orgasm came without a warning, waves of pleasure crashing down on you as you screamed out Seungmin's name, your body trembling uncontrollably against his.

“I'm-” Seungmin cried out, white spurts of cum shooting deep inside you as your walls milked him dry.

You both rode out your high, Seungmin holding onto you tightly. Closing your eyes, you tried catching up your breath, leaning your head against his shoulder. Seungmin was softly caressing your skin under your shirt, leaving gently kisses on your shoulder.

After a moment, you seemed to gain back your conscience, realizing what you just had done. You leaned back to look into Seungmin's eyes.

“This... shouldn't have happened,” you stated, getting out of his embrace to stand against your desk.

“It's okay,” Seungmin smiled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No, it's not,” you replied. “I'm your boss. This shouldn't have happened. I'm going to be in so much shit-”

“No you're not,” Seungmin grabbed your hand.

You glared at him.

“And why's that?” you retorted.

“Because, since 5pm today, I don't work here anymore,” Seungmin shot you a cocky smile, the one you hated so much. “I'm leaving to go work at the New York branch tomorrow.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anyone tell me?” you blurted out. “Why did you come to my office if you knew you weren't even an employee anymore?”

“Well,” Seungmin shrugged, putting his boxers and pants back on. “I wanted to tell you during our little meeting. And say goodbye. Surprisingly, I didn't expect this to end up like it did.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on your chest. Seungmin stood up, lifting up your chin with his index and kissing you lips softly.

“I didn't have a chance to say goodbye, though,” he smirked. “Wanna come back to my place and do that?”

This is my first ever smut T_T I hope you liked it! you can always send me requests via asks. Please like and comment if you liked it, it really helps!

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100 Reasons NOT To Kill Yourself

1. We would miss you. 2. It’s not worth the regret. Either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you. 3. It does get better. Believe it or not it will eventually get better. Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow. 4. There’s so much you would miss out on doing. 5. There is always a reason to live. It might not be clear right now, but it is always there. 6. So many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself. 7. You ARE worth it. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise. 8. You are amazing. 9. A time will come, once you’ve battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won’t regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. 10. What about all the things you’ve always wanted to do? What about the things you’ve planned, but never got around to doing? You can’t do them when you’re dead. 11. I love you. Even if only one person loves you, that’s still a reason to stay alive. 12. You won’t be able to listen to music if you die. 13. Killing yourself is never worth it. You’ll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about. 14. There are so many people that would miss you, including me. 15. You’re preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born. 16. How do you think your family would feel? Would it improve their lives if you died? 17. You’re gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect. 18. Think about your favourite music artist, you’ll never hear their voice again… 19. You’ll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day 20. Listening to incredibly loud music 21. Being alive is just really good. 22. Not being alive is really bad. 23. Finding your soulmate. 24. Red pandas 25. Going to diners at three in the morning. 26. Really soft pillows. 27. Eating pizza in New York City. 28. Proving people wrong with your success. 29. Watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life. 30. Seeing someone trip over a garbage can. 31. Being able to help other people. 32. Bonfires. 33. Sitting on rooftops. 34. Seeing every single country in the world. 35. Going on roadtrips. 36. You might win the lottery someday. 37. Listening to music on a record player. 38. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. 39. Taking really cool pictures. 40. Literally meeting thousands of new people. 41. Hearing crazy stories. 42. Telling crazy stories. 43. Eating ice cream on a hot day. 44. More Harry Potter books could come out, you never know. 45. Travelling to another planet someday. 46. Having an underwater house. 47. Randomly running into your hero on the street. 48. Having your own room at a fancy hotel. 49. Trampolines. 50. Think about your favourite movie, you’ll never watch it again. 51. Think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke, 52. Your survival will make the world better, even if it’s for just one person or 20 or 100 or more. 53. People do care. 54. Treehouses 55. Hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse 55. Snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees 56. I don’t even know you and I love you. 57. I don’t even know you and I care about you. 58. Because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness! 59. You won’t be here to experience the first cat world emperor. 60. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU’LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS! 61. Starbucks. 62. Hugs. 63. Stargazing. 64. You have a purpose, and it’s up to you to find out what it is. 65. You’ve changed somebody’s life. 66. Now you could change the world. 67. You will meet the person that’s perfect for you. 68. No matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you. 69. You have the chance to save somebody’s life. 70. If you end your life, you’re stopping yourself from achieving great things. 71. Making snow angels. 72. Making snowmen. 73. Snowball fights. 74. Life is what you make of it. 75. Everybody has a talent. 76. Laughing until you cry. 77. Having the ability to be sad means you have the ability to be happy. 78. The world would not be the same if you didn’t exist. 79. Its possible to turn frowns, upside down 80. Be yourself, don’t take anyone’s shit, and never let them take you alive. 81. Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. Be your own hero. 82. Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections. 83. One day your smile will be real. 84. Having a really hot, relaxing bath after a stressful day. 85. Lying on grass and laughing at the clouds. 86. Getting completely smashed with your best friends. 87. Eating crazy food. 88. Staying up all night watching your favourite films with a loved one. 89. Sleeping in all day. 90. Creating something you’re proud of. 91. You can look back on yourself 70 years later and being proud you didn’t commit 92. Being able to meet your Internet friends. 93. Tea / Coffee / Hot Chocolate 94. Sherlock season three. 95. Cuddling under the stars. 96. Being stupid in public because you just can. 97. If you are reading this then you are alive! Is there any more reason to smile? 98. being able to hug that one person you havent seen in years 99. People care enough about you and your future to come up with 100 reasons for you not to do this. 100. But, the final and most important one is, just, being able to experience life. Because even if your life doesn’t seem so great right now, literally anything could happen

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Can We Talk? (9/9)

Requested : yes

15. “Fun fact : I haven't listened to a single thing you just told me.”

14. “Are you blushing?”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : Wonwoo x Mingyu, other Seventeen members make an appearance, fem!OC (Mina) x Mingyu

genre : Enemies to lovers!AU, College!AU, a bit of angst, Wonwoo and Mingyu are the same age to simplify the story

word count : 12.5k

warnings : cursing, mentions of violence (not graphic), a small fight (a few pushes, nothing more), alcohol consumption

A/N : I got carried away with this request. Hope you all enjoy 💜

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | EPILOGUE

Mingyu was walking home from his part-time job at the local café, head bumping to the rhythm of the music playing in his earphones. Jihoon really was good at producing music. Soonyoung was right, it wasn't just his infatuation for the man speaking when he had sent a playlist of all of Jihoon's songs to the group chat saying it was the best thing they'll ever get from him.

As he unlocked the front door of his apartment and stepped inside, he was greeted by a soft meow to his left.

“Hi to you too, kitty,” he greeted the small cat, caressing its fur as it purred happily.

He headed to the living room, hearing what he could only describe as chaos. Wonwoo was laying on the couch, Soonyoung and Vernon sitting on the carpet, all three playing an intense match of Rocket League. Soonyoung was being his usual loud self, screaming and commenting on the match they were playing.

“Hi guys,” Mingyu greeted them, taking off his apron.

Wonwoo's head rose up from the pillow it was resting on, a soft smile stretching his lips as he looked at Mingyu. Vernon paused the game out of respect, earning a whine from Soonyoung.

“Hey,” Wonwoo greeted back, pursing his lips ever so slightly.

Mingyu took the hint and walked to the couch, leaning down to peck Wonwoo's lips.

“Yuck,” Soonyoung commented childishly, before noticing the orange kitten that had followed Mingyu into the room. “Ah! Tiger! You're back!”

He grabbed the cat softly, hugging it against his chest.

“He loves me so much,” he mumbled, kissing the kitten's head. “He must feel that I too am a feline in my heart.”

“Please refrain to say that ever again,” Vernon stated before looking at Wonwoo. “Ready to go back to the game?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Just a sec.”

Wonwoo grabbed Mingyu's shirt and pulled him on the couch, the taller man yelping as he crashed on his boyfriend's chest. The sudden movement made Tiger (they had stopped trying to argue with Soonyoung that his name was in fact Soju) run away.

“You two,” Soonyoung pouted, “are the reason why I can't have nice things in life.”

Wonwoo snickered, letting Mingyu adjust himself and lay down on his chest before wrapping his arms around him, controller in hands.

“Alright, Soonyoung,” he declared. “Ready to lose for the third time consecutively?”

“Hey!” Soonyoung exclaimed as Vernon started the match again. “Now you're just making up words!”

Mingyu giggled, watching his friends play and taking the role as the announcer of the game. Once the match was over, Wonwoo had obviously won against Vernon and Soonyoung. Mingyu raised his head to look at Wonwoo, smiling widely. Wonwoo smiled back, kissing his forehead. His heart felt full and he hoped he felt as such for the rest of his life.

PREVIOUS : PART EIGHT | MASTERLIST | NEXT

A/N : Thank you so much for reading my first fic! I hope you like it, if you want more of works like this or have any recommendations, suggestions or requests, feel free to send me an ask!💙

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Can We Talk? (8/9)

Requested : yes

15. “Fun fact : I haven't listened to a single thing you just told me.”

14. “Are you blushing?”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : Wonwoo x Mingyu, other Seventeen members make an appearance, fem!OC (Mina) x Mingyu

genre : Enemies to lovers!AU, College!AU, a bit of angst, Wonwoo and Mingyu are the same age to simplify the story

word count : 12.5k

warnings : cursing, mentions of violence (not graphic), a small fight (a few pushes, nothing more), alcohol consumption

A/N : I got carried away with this request. Hope you all enjoy 💜

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | EPILOGUE

The ride back home felt longer than the ride to the lake house. Mingyu was staring out the passenger seat window, head leaning on the headrest. He had skipped his first class, not in the mood to potentially cross paths with Wonwoo. His head ached, and he cursed himself for not following Jeonghan's advice on moderate drinking.

“Can I sleep at your dorm, Shua?” he asked, voice small. “For, like, ever?”

Joshua shot him a glance from the driver seat, brows furrowed in worry.

“I mean, sure,” he whispered, not wanting to wake up Chan in the backseat. “Of course you can, right Hannie?”

He looked at the older male in the rear-view mirror, Jeonghan nodding his head.

“Yeah, as long as you don't trash our rooms,” he conceded. “Did something happen with Wonwoo? I didn't see you for the rest of the night after you two left upstairs.”

Mingyu grimaced.

“I guess that means yes,” Jeonghan pouted empathically. “Wanna talk about it?”

Joshua took a sip of his iced coffee, eyeing the man beside him.

“You,” Jeonghan snapped his fingers at his best friend, “eyes on the road!”

Mingyu shrugged, turning his head to look at Jeonghan.

“Would you agree if I said I was a dumbass?”

“Of course,” Jeonghan purred. “But you're our dumbass and I hate to see you sulky like that. Tell us what happened, or at least tell us you didn't kill Wonwoo.”

“Right,” Joshua noted. “I haven't seen him before we left.”

Chan grumbled beside Jeonghan, the commotion around him waking him up.

“What's going on in here,” he mumbled, blinking his eyes open. “Wonwoo's dead?”

Jeonghan cooed at Chan's cute lost expression, earning a half-hearted slap on the arm.

“No,” Mingyu answered. “At least, I don't think so. If he is, it wasn't me.”

“Have you noticed how much we talk about murder since we've been friends with Minghao?” Chan whispered, eyes out of focus. “Fascinating.”

“Yes, so, anyways,” Jeonghan didn't want the subject to change to something else. “What happened with Wonwoo last night, Mingyu?”

Mingyu faced away from his friends, biting his nails anxiously.

“He wanted to talk,” he stated. “So... we talked.”

“About what?” Chan asked, leaning forwards between the two front seats to have a better look at Mingyu.

The taller man turned his face even farther to the side, actively avoiding looking him.

“Uh, stuff,” he answered vaguely. “I don't really remember, I wasn't listening. I was too angry and drunk.”

Joshua nodded his head.

“Understandable.”

“But why didn't you come back downstairs afterwards?” Jeonghan pursued. “If you don't remember, it probably wasn't that big of a deal.”

Mingyu slid his hands under his thighs, not wanting to bite them to the flesh. His heart was beating fast just thinking about last night.

“I, uh,” he started.

His friends could feel his anxiety raising through the roof, Chan softly patting his arm to reassure him.

“If you don't wanna talk about it, it's okay, we underst-”

Mingyu cut him off, speaking quickly.

“I accidentally kissed Wonwoo last night.”

The car halted to a sudden stop, Joshua nearly running a red light. The group fell silent, Chan's mouth dropping as Jeonghan never looked as surprised in his life.

Mingyu hid his face in his hands, shoulders trembling.

“So what? I always accidentally kiss Shua at parties,” Jeonghan brushed it off, trying to alleviate Mingyu's imminent breakdown.

“Yeah, but we aren't mortal enemies, Hannie,” Joshua replied, still dumbfounded.

“That's debatable,” Jeonghan smiled, earning a small giggle from Mingyu. “The light's green, Shua.”

Joshua took the hint and stopped talking, focusing on driving them safely home.

“How do you accidentally kiss someone?” Chan asked, coming back from his shock.

“Details don't matter,” Jeonghan shushed him off. “How are you feeling about that, Mingyu?”

“I, bad?” the taller man was unsure himself. “It wasn't like, a happy kiss. I was so mad at him, and he was furious at me too, I don't know why I did it. I just... did.”

Jeonghan hummed.

“Yeah, I get that, just a spur of the moment reaction,” he reasoned. “Do you want to do something about it? Like... What now?”

Mingyu shrugged, defeated. Chan resumed patting him on the arm, leaning his head against Mingyu's seat.

“I have no idea,” he spoke truthfully. “The worst in that, I feel like he wanted to make amends. And I just ruined it. I called him stupid.”

Chan couldn't help the snicker that came out of his mouth. Mingyu had punched Wonwoo a few times in the past, and had called him all sorts of names, but stupid was where he drew the line.

“It's okay, Mingyu,” Jeonghan couldn't help the small smile on his lips. “You don't owe him anything. He was the one to ruin your friendship in the first place, remember?”

Mingyu's head dropped as he rubbed his eyes.

“About that,” he cleared his throat, emotions troubling his mind. “He said that I was the one who ruined it. That I didn't even realize it was all my doing.”

“What a fucking bitch,” Joshua let out.

“Agreed,” Chan gasped, truly horrified. “How can he blame this on you? He literally switched overnight. I'm pretty sure you would've remembered if something big enough to break your friendship happened, right?”

Mingyu sighed.

“I guess so?” his voice was shaking. “I'm not sure anymore, he casted so much doubt, I'm not even sure what even happened that night. It was just one of our regular gaming nights.”

His friends stayed silent. They didn't know him back then, and couldn't help him with his memories.

“We're here,” Joshua simply stated, parking the car in front of their dorms building. “What do you want to do, Gyu?”

“Sleep,” the taller man whispered. “I definitely need some rest.”

“Do you want to come to our dorm immediately?” Jeonghan asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“I need to take all of this back to my dorm first,” Mingyu gestured to his bags. “I'll take a nap there, and I'll see after.”

“The others probably aren't back yet,” Joshua added. “We were the firsts to leave. You should be good for a nap.”

Mingyu nodded his head, taking a deep breath before getting out of the car.

Chan helped Mingyu carry his luggage back to his dorm, making small talk to fill the silence and change Mingyu's thoughts.

“Thank for helping me, Channie,” Mingyu spoke softly as Chan put the bags down next to his friend's bed.

“Anytime!” the smaller man grinned, embracing Mingyu into a tight hug. “Do you want me to keep you company for a while?”

Mingyu sat on his bed, shoulders slumping forwards in exhaustion.

“It's fine, thank you,” he looked at Chan with a sad smile. “I'm going to take a nap anyways. Don't you have class soon?”

“What if I do? I'll never prioritize school over my bestest of friends,” Chan said dramatically.

Mingyu shook his head, chuckling.

“It's Literature, isn't it?”

“You bet it is.”

Mingyu woke up, confused, to Chan pacing up and down his bedroom.

“What’s the matter?” he slurred out, rubbing his eyes.

Chan almost shrieked in surprised, rapidly composing himself.

“He’s back,” he stated. “We slept for five hours, Gyu. I should’ve put an alarm. It’s not my fault your arms are so comfy!”

Mingyu let his head fall back on the pillow. Now that he was mostly awake, he could hear Wonwoo's voice in the room beside his. Well, fuck.

“It’s no one’s fault, Channie,” he reassured the younger man. “I should’ve just gone to Joshua and Jeonghan’s dorm like they offered.”

Chan sat down on the bed, pouting.

“What are we gonna do, Gyu?” he lamented. “I’m too short to jump out the window.”

“Well,” Mingyu pointed his bedroom door. “You can leave as you wish. You’re not the one Wonwoo wants to murder.”

Chan sighed, shaking his head.

“I can’t leave you here alone with him,” he grabbed Mingyu’s hand tightly. “Not with them! I’ll feel responsible if you die, I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“Thanks,” Mingyu chuckled, sarcastic. “I’m so touched.”

He then realized what Chan just said.

“Them? Someone else is here, too?”

Chan nodded his head.

“I think it’s Seungcheol. They were speaking really loud earlier,” he told. “That’s what woke me up in the first place.”

Mingyu let out a small “Oh”. Seungcheol could definitely beat him up if Wonwoo wouldn’t. He shuffled further under the covers, only his face peaking out.

“We can hide in here forever, if you want,” he offered.

“That’s really tempting right now,” Chan agreed, eyes wide.

The two men were startled by a knock on the door.

“Quiet,” Mingyu whispered to his friend. “Let’s pretend no one’s here.”

Chan nodded his head violently, joining Mingyu to hide under the covers. They exchanged a terrified look, before locking their stare on the door.

“I love you, Mingyu,” Chan breathed. “But I can’t protect you against them.”

The taller man stayed quiet, as another knock was heard.

“Mingyu, I know you’re in there,” the voice spoke.

It was Seungcheol. Mingyu didn’t know if he should be relieved or even more scared.

“N-no one’s here,” he replied, hoping the man would go away.

Seungcheol sighed on the other side of the door.

“We ordered take-out and have some leftovers,” he told. “Want some?”

Mingyu rose up from the bed, his hunger winning over the fear for his life.

He went and opened the door slightly, making sure it was only Seungcheol behind it.

The older man was standing there, Chinese take-out boxes in his hands. He handed them to Mingyu, an apologizing smile on his lips.

“I'm sorry for what happened yesterday,” Seungcheol spoke softly.

Mingyu froze, losing all colors on his face.

“W-what?”

“Wonwoo told me,” Seungcheol continued. “I purposefully ordered more food for you.”

“I,” Mingyu frowned. “What did Wonwoo tell you?”

“That he pushed you and yelled at you at the party,” the other man answered, looking confused. “Why? Is that not what happened?”

Mingyu shot a glance at Chan behind him, who quickly shook his head.

“Oh, yeah,” Mingyu flashed Seungcheol a smile he hoped was convincing. “Thanks for the food, Cheol!”

He grabbed the boxes before closing the door in Seungcheol's face. He then joined Chan back on the bed, putting the take-out on the cover.

“Why didn't Wonwoo tell his friends?” Chan wondered, grabbing a box and chopsticks.

“I don't know,” Mingyu replied, doing as well. “He's probably embarrassed by it.”

Chan huffed.

“What's there to be embarrassed about?” he mustered. “You're probably the hottest person who has ever kissed him.”

Mingyu shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

“I don't think I've ever told you that before,” he spoke between bites. “We had actually kissed before.”

Chan choked on his food, looking at Mingyu with incredulous eyes.

“Excuse me, what?” he blurted out. “When? Why? What?”

“It was a dare, we were, like, fourteen,” Mingyu told, feeling nostalgic about his old friendship. “Our friend at the time, Sam, dared us to kiss. And I'm such a competitive guy, I did it.”

“Ah,” Chan nodded his head. “That makes more sense.”

“What do you mean?” Mingyu frowned.

“I thought, like, it was a real kiss,” the younger man explained, shoving food down his mouth.

Real kiss?

It felt pretty real to Mingyu.

“Yeah,” the taller man shrugged. “It was still my first ever kiss.”

Chan noticed Mingyu's sorrowful expression and decided not to push it. They ate in silence, Chan leaving not too long after for a dance practice.

Mingyu was lounging on his bed, playing games absentmindedly on his phone, when someone knocked on his door.

Thinking it was Seungcheol with more food, Mingyu went and swung the door open, only to fall face to face with Wonwoo. The taller man felt an embarrassed blush creep up his neck, staring at the man in front of him.

“C-can I help you?”

Wonwoo scrunched his nose, pushing back his round glasses further up his nose.

“I, uh, yeah,” he spoke, his voice lacking its usual confidence. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Mingyu grimaced.

“What's with you and talking?” he asked. “You never end up actually talking to me, you're just mad at me and it never goes anywhere.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo breathed, his hands toying with the sleeves of his oversized hoodie. “I'm sorry about that. I really do want to talk with you. Thought it would be best if we're both sober.”

Mingyu squinted his eyes, did Wonwoo remember what happened at the lake house?

“I guess so,” was all he could reply, opening the door further and stepping aside to let Wonwoo in his room.

Wonwoo walked inside the bedroom, looking carefully around him.

“Still have that Pokémon poster, uh?” he commented, turning to face Mingyu.

The taller man was leaning on his desk, arms crossed on his chest. Wonwoo cleared his throat.

“I'm sorry about yesterday,” he spoke. “I let my emotions get the best of me and I shouldn't have.”

“Yeah,” Mingyu agreed. “And I'm sorry I called you stupid.”

Wonwoo couldn't help but smile a little.

“It's okay, I guess I deserved it.”

They stared at each other in silence, the tension around them palpable. Mingyu wondered if Wonwoo would mention the kiss at all.

“Can I ask you a question?” Wonwoo finally spoke.

Mingyu nodded his head, crossing his arms tighter.

“Do you really have no clue why I'm so angry at you?”

“None,” Mingyu answered truthfully. “I've been wondering since high school, and you've never told me.”

Wonwoo stared at him in disbelief.

“Do you not remember?”

“Remember what, Wonwoo?” Mingyu spat.

He was losing patience and he didn't need Wonwoo's enigmatic sentences on top of that.

“Mingyu, I,” Wonwoo stared directly into his soul. “The night I confessed to you.”

“I'm sorry, what?”

Now, Wonwoo was too direct and needed to backtrack a little, because he what now? Wonwoo only looked at him, hurt and confused.

“When, what?” Mingyu asked, completely lost.

He would remember if Wonwoo had actually confessed to him. That he was sure of.

“That night, we were playing League of Legends together,” Wonwoo spoke, voice barely a whisper. “I... I told you everything.”

Mingyu stayed silent. He had no idea what Wonwoo was talking about. He remembered playing the game with Wonwoo, but a confession? Was Wonwoo's mic accidentally muted?

“Did it really meant so little to you?” Wonwoo asked, mostly to himself.

“Wonwoo, I'm being serious,” Mingyu replied fast. “I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you sure it really happened?”

Wonwoo closed his fists angrily.

“Of course I am!” he spat back. “You ignored me, like all the other times!”

All the other times? Mingyu was at a loss. He felt like Wonwoo and he had lived the same lives, but in parallel dimensions.

“All the other times?” Mingyu almost squealed. “There were more?”

Wonwoo groaned in frustration, sitting on Mingyu's bed.

“You were always so fucking oblivious,” he muttered. “So I decided to confess to you, blatantly.”

“Wonwoo, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I realized I loved you when you kissed me for that stupid dare,” Wonwoo ranted. “And after that, you kept being overtly affectionate with me. You even held my hand, in public. I thought you liked me back.”

He was avoiding looking at Mingyu, speaking fast.

“I invited you to the homecoming when we were sixteen, and you agreed,” he pushed his glasses up his nose. “But you ended up ditching me for some random girl instead. I didn't even go to the dance, did you even realize I wasn't there?”

“Of course,” Mingyu exclaimed. “I missed you the whole night.”

Wonwoo continued his tirade.

“And I thought, maybe he's just oblivious, I mean, we've been friends for so long, we told we loved each other all the time,” he mumbled. “So, I decided to just tell you how I felt. That night, I told you everything, how much you meant to me, how I thought of you as more than a friend, how much I fucking loved you.”

Mingyu could only listen, dumbfounded.

“You didn't say anything,” Wonwoo finally looked at the taller man, eyes full of sorrow. “The next day, you acted like nothing had happened. Except you stopped being touchy with me, like you were disgusted by it. So I just... stopped talking to you. Like that. I was, and still am, so fucking hurt by this. I hated you for playing with my feelings like that.”

He took a deep breath, cheeks red from talking for so long. He ran his hand in his messy hair, trying to calm his nerves down.

“Say something, Mingyu?” he wanted to sound angry, but it ended up more like a plead.

Wonwoo hated the way his heart still skipped a beat every time he would look at his ex-best friend.

Mingyu was taken aback, feeling a rollercoaster of emotions from Wonwoo's speech. It was a lot to take in all at once.

“Wonwoo,” he cleared his throat. “I... I'm sorry about all that. Also, don't be mad at me.”

Wonwoo glared at him.

“I'm pretty sure I had fallen asleep while gaming that night,” he admitted.

“Impossible,” Wonwoo retorted. “You kept playing while I told you everything.”

“I... I was using bots to rank higher,” Mingyu shamefully told the other man.

It was Wonwoo's turn to stare at Mingyu, dumbfounded.

“So,” he spoke slowly. “You had no idea.”

Mingyu shook his head.

“None, I'm truly sorry, Wonwoo-”

“And I just confessed to you,” Wonwoo cut him off, staring into nothingness.

“Well,” Mingyu scratched the back of his neck shyly. “You told me you confessed, not that you still feel the same now.”

“Oh.”

Wonwoo looked at the taller man, his eyes impossibly sad.

“I'm sorry, Mingyu,” he spoke, his voice wavering. “For everything. I never tried to get an explanation from you and made you go through Hell and back. I've been awful to you. I...”

His voice cracked as he let his sentence die out. Wonwoo stood up, quickly heading to leave the room. His heart ached knowing he hurt Mingyu who, in the end, had no clue why he was at the receiving end of so much hatred. Mingyu, who only had love and care for everyone around him. Wonwoo wanted to punch himself in the face so bad.

Mingyu grabbed Wonwoo's arm before he was able to exit the bedroom. He noticed Wonwoo's teary eyes as he was trying to hide his face from him.

“Wonwoo,” he spoke softly, watching as the other man fought to look everywhere but his face. “Do you?”

Wonwoo tilted his head to the side, lost.

“D-do I?”

“Do you still feel the same? About me?” Mingyu asked, not waiting for an answer. “Because I do. I've loved you ever since I 've known you, Wonwoo. I didn't know at first, and it might've taken me way too long to realize, but I do,” he let his hand slide on Wonwoo's arm, softly grabbing his hand. “You were everything to me, I've never trusted someone more in my entire life, I would've given you everything you wanted, and more. You meant so much to me, Wonwoo, and you still do. I miss you, I miss usso much. I'm sorry about that night.”

Wonwoo was speechless, staring at Mingyu with wide eyes.

“I understand why you were hurt, it looked like I really just didn't care about your feelings,” Mingyu continued, eyes never leaving the man in front of him. “And now that I know why all of this happened, I feel so much better. Because, in the end, we were just two oblivious dumbasses who were too stuck up to even consider the fact that this was a misunderstanding.”

Wonwoo giggled, sniffling his tears away.

“You still didn't deserve all the things I said to you,” he replied, looking down.

“And you didn't really deserve all the punches I swung at you,” Mingyu smiled. “But, like I said, we're just dumbasses.”

Wonwoo nodded his head, feeling the weight on his heart alleviate slightly.

“So,” Mingyu caressed Wonwoo's hand with his thumb. “Do you?”

Wonwoo nodded his head again.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I miss you so much, Mingyu. These past four years have been misery.”

“Likewise,” Mingyu felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

He had imagined a lot of ways this could've gone, but this wasn't one at all. He could say it was the best-case scenario.

He grazed Wonwoo's cheek with his pointed finger, drying up a tear that had fallen there before raising his chin up to stare at him in the eyes.

“What about,” he smiled softly. “We become two dumbasses that go on a date this Friday?”

“I,” Wonwoo's cheeks reddened violently. “I would like that, yeah.”

“Oh my God,” Mingyu teased. “Are you blushing?”

Wonwoo hit him on the arm playfully, preparing a snarky remark before being shut up by Mingyu's lips on his.

Yeah, this was the best-case scenario.

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#seventeen #svt #meanie #wonwoo #mingyu #minwon #svt angst #kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #svt minwon #mingyu angst #wonwoo angst #svt au #kim mingyu x jeon wonwoo #mingyu x Wonwoo #scoups #jeonghan #joshua #junhui #hoshi #woozi #dk #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino

[unnie-lili]

Can We Talk? (7/9)

Requested : yes

15. “Fun fact : I haven't listened to a single thing you just told me.”

14. “Are you blushing?”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : Wonwoo x Mingyu, other Seventeen members make an appearance, fem!OC (Mina) x Mingyu

genre : Enemies to lovers!AU, College!AU, a bit of angst, Wonwoo and Mingyu are the same age to simplify the story

word count : 12.5k

warnings : cursing, mentions of violence (not graphic), a small fight (a few pushes, nothing more), alcohol consumption

A/N : I got carried away with this request. Hope you all enjoy 💜

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | EPILOGUE

“Mingyu,” Jeonghan whined, laying his head on the taller man's stomach. “I'm bored.”

Mingyu sighed, laying down his phone to look at the older man.

“So am I,” he conceded. “What do you want to do?”

Jeonghan huffed dramatically.

“I don't know, you always find something to do.”

Mingyu scanned the small bedroom around him. Joshua was fast asleep on the mattress on the floor, while Chan and Soonyoung were playing Pokémon on their Switches.

It was raining hard outside, ruining any kind of plan for the day. Jihoon, Seokmin, Wonwoo and Minghao were out getting food, and Vernon was still trying to convince his friends to go swimming in the lake despite the thunder and lightning.

“I am not getting electrocuted just so you can go dip your toes in a muddy lake,” Seungkwan crossed his arms.

Vernon pouted, looking at Seungcheol with hopeful eyes.

“No way in hell, dude,” the man shook his head.

Vernon gave up his idea, instead turning on the TV to try and catch something to watch. Mingyu was looking at his friends, all cramped into one bedroom for some reason, enjoying themselves silently.

It wasn't as bad as he thought, avoiding Wonwoo was easier since he could always find someone to get away with.

Jun entered the room, arms full of plates of snacks, holding his phone in his mouth.

“Do you know how dirty your phone is?” Jeonghan scrunched his nose, grabbing the food from Jun's arms. “Go wash our mouth or you'll die.”

Jun only rolled his eyes at that, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“I think you meant to say,” he sat on the mattress beside Joshua, “thank you beautiful, handsome, amazing Jun for bringing me food.”

“No,” Jeonghan opened a packet of sweets. “But thank you, I guess.”

Chan threw himself at the food, thanking Jun cheerfully.

“Oh, I know what we can do!” Soonyoung exclaimed.

The group looked at him, waiting. Soonyoung smiled.

“What could we do?” Seungcheol asked. “As long as I'm staying inside, I'm in.”

“I second that,” Seungkwan nodded.

“Oh, it's inside and dry alright,” Soonyoung giggled, standing up for dramatic effect.

“Please don't say that,” Joshua mumbled, eyes still closed.

“We could throw a party! A real one! With hella booze and food and music and stuff!” Soonyoung said excitedly.

Chan, Vernon, and Jun cheered.

“I have classes tomorrow at 8,” Mingyu replied.

“Oh, shut up, don't ruin it,” Jeonghan sat back on the bed. “Come on, it'll be fun! Just, watch what you drink and let us have all the fun.”

Mingyu looked at the group, shrugging.

“I guess anything is better than doing nothing.”

“Hell yeah dude!” Soonyoung clapped his hands. “I'm gonna text Hao and tell him to buy booze, let's all pool some cash for him.”

“Isn't he, like, rich?” Jeonghan asked.

“Hella,” Jun nodded. “I have, like, 20 cents in my bank account right now.”

“We won't make Minghao pay the booze for 13 grown up men, even that will ruin his pockets,” Seungcheol replied.

“Finally, a voice of reason,” Joshua mumbled, hand slapping Jeonghan's arm as he tried to reach for his wallet in his pocket. “Hannie, no.”

Jeonghan huffed, getting his own wallet, and pulling out a few bills, throwing it in the bowl Soonyoung was handing out. Mingyu did the same, offering to cover Jun's part as well.

“Thanks, bro, I'm gonna get wasted in your honor,” Jun bowed his head.

They all got up to prepare the living room downstairs, pushing the couches against the walls to create a makeshift dancefloor. Soonyoung was jumping around excitedly, nearly squeaking when the front door opened on Minghao, arms full of bags.

Jun ran to help him, as the others helped Jihoon, Seokmin and Wonwoo with the apparently never-ending supply of drinks.

“Man, you want to kill us or something?” Seungkwan eyed the stacks of alcohol.

“Maybe,” Minghao replied, putting away the food in the fridge. “I'll keep the rest for myself.”

Mingyu shared a worried look with Seokmin, not saying anything.

“Who's gonna be DJ for the night?” Jihoon asked, taking off his raincoat.

“Oh! Me! Me! Me!” Soonyoung jumped, raising his hand up.

Jihoon ignored him blatantly.

“Vernon?”

“Sure,” the younger man smiled, as Soonyoung whined.

“Why? I'm sure his taste in music sucks anyways,” he sat on the couch, defeated.

Jihoon ignored him, yet again, going instead to help the others set up the counter as an improvised drinking bar. Mingyu joined Soonyoung on the couch, Joshua and Seokmin doing as well. Joshua almost immediately fell asleep, neck crooked by the top of the couch.

“I'm scared,” Seokmin admitted.

“Why's that?” Mingyu asked, letting Soonyoung cuddle his side, still mumbling something about Jihoon.

“I don't know,” Seokmin spoke in a very small voice, lips hardly moving. “With you, and Wonwoo, and alcohol, and Soonyoung who wants to fight him every time they're in the same room... I don't want this all to go downhill and it being my fault.”

“Hey,” Mingyu said softly, “nothing's your fault, alright? And nothing's going to happen, we'll all have fun and enjoy the night, okay?”

To say that this was a lie was an understatement. Mingyu had had to stop Soonyoung from pouncing on Wonwoo three times, and it wasn't even 9PM yet. At least Seokmin was too preoccupied chatting and flexing his muscles with Joshua to even realize it.

“You know what?” Mingyu groaned, holding the smaller man by the hoodie. “Why don't you go play beer pong with Jihoon?”

As soon as he spoke the name, Soonyoung's eyes sparkled. He ran to the beer pong table, almost tackling Jihoon into a tight embrace. Jihoon looked at Mingyu, eyes drained of his soul, before trying to throw the ball in the other team's cup.

“Well, that's dealt with for the night,” Jeonghan commented, joining Mingyu in the kitchen. “Still avoiding Wonwoo?”

Mingyu nodded, shoving a handful of chips in his mouth. Jeonghan patted his back softly.

“You know, maybe Shua was right,” he admitted, smiling mischieviously as Joshua's head peaked out of the living room with a shocked expression.

His expression softened when he looked back at Mingyu.

“Maybe you do have to confront him, once and for all. You can't hide from him forever, plus we might see him a lot more often since our friend group adopted his.”

Mingyu groaned.

“But I've become a champion at avoiding my problem,” he mumbled, grasping another beer can from the counter.

“I think that talking to him would be the best for you,” Jeonghan encouraged. “You could finally be able to let it all go, leave all the past behind. Isn't this what you've been trying to do for the past four years?”

Four years. It hit Mingyu. He had spent four years sulking, being the background character of his own life, wondering every day if he was as good a person as he thought he was. Maybe Jeonghan was right. He wouldn't tell him that, or he'll never hear the end of it, but Jeonghan was right.

He needed to stop hiding and face what was haunting him for almost half a decade.

“I'll think about that,” Mingyu shot a shaky smile at the older man beside him.

“Good,” Jeonghan smiled back, ever so softly. “All I ever want is for you to be happy, Mingyu.”

“Right,” the taller man stared at him. “Now give me back my wallet.”

Jeonghan groaned defeatedly, handing him back the leather wallet.

“I can't even have a compensation for being such a good friend?”

“Here,” Mingyu pecked him on the cheek. “Thank you for being such a good friend, Hannie.”

“Disgusting,” Jeonghan scrunched his nose. “But I'll let it pass because you're too cute.”

Mingyu beamed.

“Hanniiiiie!” Chan wailed from the other room. “Seungkwan doesn't want to let me play beer pong with him!”

Jeonghan placed his hair, faking his best angry expression before rolling up his sleeves and heading to the living room.

“He said WHAT?”

Mingyu only heard Seungkwan's squeal of terror, chuckling to himself. He sipped on his beer, listening to the music absentmindedly. The music then suddenly changed, before Soonyoung practically yelled out excitedly.

“Oh my god, is that the Pussycat Dolls?”

Mingyu watched as Soonyoung pulled Jihoon to the makeshift dancefloor, immediately starting to dance to the beat and sing-screaming the lyrics. It might be the alcohol, but Jihoon seemed to have fun, too. They were joined by Chan, Jun, Seokmin and Vernon as the others formed a circle around them and cheered them up.

Mingyu was watching fondly from afar, smiling to himself. He then practically jumped when he heard a voice behind him, speaking in a deep tone he recognized too well.

“Can we talk?”

Mingyu spun on his heels, facing Wonwoo with the expression of a deer in headlights. Had Wonwoo heard his conversation with Jeonghan earlier? Was he there the whole time?

He could only stare at the man in front of him, debating jumping through the kitchen window to escape this situation.

“Mingyu?” Wonwoo spoke again, his expression unreadable.

No wonder Mingyu always lost when they played poker with Monopoly money, Wonwoo hid his emotions better than Mingyu hid his feelin-

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” Wonwoo apologized, cutting Mingyu's train of thoughts.

Why was he apologizing?

“I, uh, what?” Mingyu stuttered out. “Talk? About what? What is there to say?”

Wonwoo's eyes widen slightly, lips pinching in a thin line.

“I, can we,” he glanced around them. “Can we go talk somewhere more... private?”

Mingyu's brain was racing. Did Wonwoo finally plan his murder? He shook his head a bit. No. No murder. Jeonghan's mind really was starting to corrupt his own.

Wonwoo was staring at him intently, but Mingyu couldn't see any hostility in his eyes.

“I, hm, okay,” Mingyu blurted out.

They both stood silently, none of them moving. The song playing on the background changed to a Ke$ha song, earning another yell from Soonyoung back in the living room.

“We,” Wonwoo cleared his throat, eyeing the fruity drink he had in his hand, “can go to your room, if you'd like?”

Mingyu nodded his head. At least his friends would find his corpse quickly.

Stop it, Mingyu.

Mingyu lead the way to his shared room, downing his beer as he crossed the living room. He made eye-contact with Jeonghan, who shot him a half-encouraging, half-worried look as he watched the two men head upstairs.

As he opened the door, Mingyu took a deep breath, stepping inside the room and sitting on the bed. He watched as Wonwoo entered the room, closing the door behind himself out of habit.

“Uh,” Mingyu tensed. “Can you leave the door open?”

Wonwoo blinked at him, a flash of emotion on his face disappearing as quickly as it appeared. He did as he was asked, not saying a word. Mingyu could only stare in silence, his mouth dry, as Wonwoo stood in front of him, a few feet away from the bed.

Mingyu regretted agreeing to talk to Wonwoo. First of all, Wonwoo wasn't even talking. Second of all, he was scared shitless, and third of all, Mingyu was tipsy, bordering on drunk, and he didn't know how well he could control his emotions right now.

His head started spinning, eyes losing focus as Wonwoo finally spoke.

“I, uh, I'm not very good with words,” he stated.

“Oh really,” Mingyu scoffed. “Old habits die hard, as they say.”

“That's not,” Wonwoo took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, “that's not an habit, it's-”

He didn't finish his sentence, closing his eyes instead. Mingyu stared at him, giving him the coldest glare he could muster, leaning back on the bed with one arm.

“Do you always have to say the stupidest shit?” Wonwoo groaned, exasperated.

“Only to stupid people,” Mingyu retorted, not really proud of his comeback.

Apparently, it still managed to get under Wonwoo's skin. The man tensed up, the hand holding his drink tightening his grip around the glass bottle.

“Why the fuck did I do this to myself,” Wonwoo muttered, putting his drink down on the dresser.

“Yeah, that's what I'm wondering,” Mingyu spat back. “Why do you even want to talk to me? I was better off without you in my life.”

“And so was I!” Wonwoo snapped back, eyes locking with Mingyu's.

The taller man held as much fury in his eyes as he did.

“Yeah, I got that the day you fucking cut me off of your life,” he spoke. “Didn't need to draw me a picture, I know that, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo stepped closer to the bed, making Mingyu stand up to get on his level.

“Yeah, really,” Wonwoo said between clenched teeth. “Maybe there's a reason why I fucking cut you off, uh? You always think of yourself so greatly, but never have once you considered that you were the one to fuck everything up?”

He was speaking fast, and Mingyu only stood there, furious.

“You're such a fucking brat, always taking everything for granted. You're no angel, you're the one who ruined our friendship. You're the one who fucked things up. You made me cut you off my fucking life. Do you know how much that fucking hurt?”

Wonwoo was fuming, tears of anger pearling in his eyes. Mingyu stayed silent.

“Do you even fucking care?” Wonwoo spat back.

“Fun fact,” Mingyu smirked, “I haven't listened to a single thing you just said.”

Wonwoo snapped, Mingyu clearly saw it in his eyes. He pushed on Mingyu's chest, making him fall down on the bed. The taller man quickly sat up, not wanting to get hit without even being able to defend himself.

“Fuck you,” Wonwoo fumed.

“No, fuck you,” Mingyu muttered, grabbing Wonwoo's shirt and pulling him down.

Wonwoo's knees hit the wooden floor, making him wince in pain as Mingyu stared down at him.

Then Mingyu did the only thing he could in this moment.

He crashed his lips violently against Wonwoo's.

PREVIOUS : PART SIX | MASTERLIST | NEXT : PART EIGHT

#seventeen #svt #meanie #wonwoo #mingyu #minwon #svt angst #kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #svt minwon #mingyu angst #wonwoo angst #svt au #kim mingyu x jeon wonwoo #mingyu x Wonwoo #scoups #jeonghan #joshua #junhui #hoshi #woozi #dk #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino

[unnie-lili]

Can We Talk? (6/9)

Requested : yes

15. “Fun fact : I haven't listened to a single thing you just told me.”

14. “Are you blushing?”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : Wonwoo x Mingyu, other Seventeen members make an appearance, fem!OC (Mina) x Mingyu

genre : Enemies to lovers!AU, College!AU, a bit of angst, Wonwoo and Mingyu are the same age to simplify the story

word count : 12.5k

warnings : cursing, mentions of violence (not graphic), a small fight (a few pushes, nothing more), alcohol consumption

A/N : I got carried away with this request. Hope you all enjoy 💜

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | EPILOGUE

Be the bigger man, they say.

It was always easier said than done, especially with the situation Mingyu was in right now.

The whole friend group was cluttered in the living room, half of them playing Super Smash Bros on Switch while the other half took turns playing Mario Kart. Mingyu was sitting on the wooden floor in front of the couch, Jeonghan's legs over his shoulders as he desperately tried to win at least one round in Mario Kart.

It didn't help the matter that he was playing against Wonwoo and failing miserably. He didn't even need to see Wonwoo's face to know he had that smug grin on his lips, probably waiting to finish the last lap to boast about his victory.

Jeonghan noticed how tense Mingyu became, reaching to rub his shoulders leisurely.

“Come on, Gyu, you can do this,” he cheered softly. “You're third place, and you're on your last race.”

Mingyu furrowed his brows, focusing on the race. He couldn't lose to Wonwoo, not again. He probably should feel stupid for putting so much thought into one Mario Kart race, but he knew Wonwoo. He was a sore loser, and maybe Mingyu could be the one winning for once.

Jeonghan continued rubbing Mingyu's shoulders, catching Wonwoo's eyes on him as he did so. Wonwoo quickly focused his eyes back on the screen, his lips pursing into a thin line. Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, leaning down to purr praises into Mingyu's ear, who was more than confused about the sudden attention he was getting. Jeonghan didn't miss how more and more often Wonwoo would glance at them both, the man staring at him as he played with Mingyu's hair. The eye contact must've last one or two seconds too long, because Mingyu rose from the ground, beaming.

“I WON, BITCH!” he exclaimed, at no one in particular.

His team cheered up, praising him for winning the last race and, therefore, the championship.

“Who the fuck are you calling a bitch, uh?”

Mingyu froze, ignoring the man who just spoke.

“Who are you calling a bitch, uh, Mingyu?” Wonwoo spoke again.

It was the first time he addressed Mingyu in years. Why did he miss Wonwoo voice saying his name so much?

Maybe it was the few beers he just had, or he just didn't care anymore, but Mingyu turned to face Wonwoo, and looked at him dead in the eyes,

“If the shoe fits.”

If Wonwoo didn't look angry before, now he was fuming. His hands tightened into fists, knuckles turning white as he stared at the taller man. The room fell quiet, dead quiet. Mingyu didn't know how he managed to keep his eyes locked with Wonwoo, because normally he would've run away and never came back.

The TV made a Yoshi! noise as Mingyu's character was shown on the podium, making Chan burst out a nervous laugh, soon followed by Seokmin and Soonyoung.

Wonwoo seemed to regain composure, clearing his throat, and losing any emotion in his face. Mingyu couldn't help but flash him a cocky smile.

“I won, bitch.”

He turned around, sat back between Jeonghan's legs, and handed the controller to Minghao, who was watching the whole thing unveil while eating his popcorn generously. Mingyu ignored Wonwoo for the rest of the night, the other man sulking in his corner, sipping beer, and barely replying whenever Vernon tried to talk to him.

After a while, the group decided, as Seungcheol proposed, to switch to board games. Minghao and Jun went to grab the multiple games from somewhere around the house, as Mingyu chatted with Vernon and Seungkwan.

“I know this might be weird, but,” Seungkwan interrupted suddenly. “Your friend, the tiger obsessed one, he's been talking about beating someone up all night. What's he on about?”

Mingyu grimaced, sipping on his Sprite slowly.

“Could be anyone, really,” he lied.

He looked at Vernon, who was mindlessly bopping his head to the beat of the background music, clearly zoned out.

“Okay, so why does he want to beat Wonwoo up, specifically?” Seungkwan asked.

Mingyu shrugged, looking around the room to spot his said tiger obsessed friend. Soonyoung was on the couch, on Jihoon's lap, clearly to the smaller man's dismay.

“Why wouldn't he?” Mingyu muttered, before catching himself. “When he's drunk, he either wants to kiss people or punch them, no in between.”

Vernon nodded in head, as if in agreement, and Seungkwan stared at Mingyu suspiciously.

“Maybe Vernon needs some fresh air, he looks out of it,” Mingyu stated, before quickly leaving the two to go grab Soonyoung.

He practically had to tear the man off Jihoon's body, Soonyoung whining that he had found his best friend.

“Thank you,” Jihoon grunted before getting up from the couch and joining back his friends, stretching his back and arms.

“He's so hot,” Soonyoung whispered dreamily.

Mingyu sighed, snapping his finger in front of his face.

“You can thirst later,” he spoke, finally getting Soonyoung's attention. “Why are you going around saying you want to beat up Wonwoo?”

Soonyoung smiled widely.

“Because it's true!”

“No, I said no violence,” Mingyu sat the man down on the couch, taking a deep breath. “We don't need unnecessary drama during the trip.”

He sat beside Soonyoung, letting his muscles relax from all the build-up tension.

“Right,” Soonyoung lost his smile. “Sorry, Gyu. I can go around tell people I love him if you want. But that would be a lie. But I would do that for you, Gyu.”

“Just,” Mingyu closed his eyes, feeling the world spin a little around him, “stay here with me for now, okay?”

Soonyoung nodded, leaning his head on Mingyu's shoulder. They stayed silent for a few minutes, which probably was a record in Soonyoung's books.

“You know,” Soonyoung spoke softly, adjusting his head on Mingyu's chest, “you're a really good friend, Gyu.”

Mingyu hummed, almost dozing off. He opened his eyes, immediately spotting Wonwoo and Seungcheol chatting in a corner of the living room, away from the others. Mingyu could only make the shadows, but with the light reflecting on Wonwoo's glasses, he was almost sure he was staring right back at him.

“Woah, are you okay?” Soonyoung raised his head back up, looking at Mingyu's face. “Your heart started really beati-”

He was cut by Chan, who more or less jumped on the couch right beside Mingyu.

“Cuddle session, without me?” he exclaimed. “I think the fuck not.”

Chan wrapped his arm around Mingyu's, stretching his legs on the taller man's thighs. Mingyu leaned his head on Chan's, closing his eyes again. He then felt a sudden weigh on his legs, accompanied by Chan groaning and Soonyoung yelping in pain. Mingyu opened one eye, seeing Jeonghan laying on all of their laps, then Joshua joining him, earning a grunt of pain from everyone on the couch.

“Cuddle party!” Jun exclaimed, jumping on everyone piling up the couch.

Vernon joined happily as Seungkwan sat beside Soonyoung, the latter wrapping one arm around him and pulling him closer.

Jihoon and Minghao stood up beside the couch as Seokmin threw himself on Joshua, Jeonghan actively trying to push him off as Mingyu just started laughing.

“Yeah, no thanks,” Jihoon commented, watching with a fond smile.

Soonyoung grabbed him by the shirt with his free hand, managing to make him tumble on the couch.

“I think you meant, yes please,” he purred, almost getting swapped in the face by a very discontent Jihoon.

Mingyu smiled, for the first time in weeks, feeling light and happy. He basked in the warmth and joy around him, completely oblivious to the man in the corner, still watching him from afar.

He didn't notice him leave the room, not to be seen for the rest of the night.

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Can We Talk? (5/9)

Requested : yes

15. “Fun fact : I haven't listened to a single thing you just told me.”

14. “Are you blushing?”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : Wonwoo x Mingyu, other Seventeen members make an appearance, fem!OC (Mina) x Mingyu

genre : Enemies to lovers!AU, College!AU, a bit of angst, Wonwoo and Mingyu are the same age to simplify the story

word count : 12.5k

warnings : cursing, mentions of violence (not graphic), a small fight (a few pushes, nothing more), alcohol consumption

A/N : I got carried away with this request. Hope you all enjoy 💜

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | EPILOGUE

Lunch with Soonyoung, Minghao and Jun had become a daily occurrence, the three men quickly finding their place in their friend group. Sometimes, Joshua's gym partner would show up too, earning thunderous glances and musters of “Cheater” from Jeonghan under his breath. Seokmin looked confused, but loved chatting with anyone and was a real sunshine to have on gloomy days.

Wonwoo had never replied to Mingyu's text. No matter how many times Mingyu would check his phone, the message still read Delivered with no follow-up. Mingyu was disappointed, to say the least, and he decided against telling his friends about replying to Wonwoo in the first place. He didn't need scolding, I told you so's or pity from them anymore.

Since the debut of the semester, a month ago, Mingyu had seen Wonwoo a total of two times at the dorm : on his first day, and last week when he inadvertently needed to go to the bathroom after coming home whilst Wonwoo was getting out of the shower. Mingyu had never closed a door so fast, and he had never heard Wonwoo squeal so high either.

Now that he thought about it, maybe that was why Wonwoo was avoiding him. He would avoid himself, too.

“You know what would be nice?” Soonyoung declared to the whole table, smiling ever so brightly.

They all waited for a follow-up, but it was Soonyoung talking, and this man lived for the attention.

“What would be nice?” Seokmin asked, making Soonyoung smile even wider.

“If we all gathered our friends for a game night!” he exclaimed his idea, getting cheers from Chan and Seokmin.

“Yeah, we haven't met your friends yet, Minnie,” Joshua told Seokmin.

The man nodded his head happily as Jeonghan scoffed at the nickname.

“That would be awesome! My friends are a bunch of introverts, I'm sure they'd love a gaming night!”

The group agreed on the plan, already talking about the games they'd like to play. Minghao stood up from his chair.

“I have a better idea,” he announced.

“If it's not murder, I'm in,” Jun nodded his head, gulping on his pudding.

“My parents own a lake house not far from here. We could spend the weekend there,” Minghao offered.

“Hell yeah,” Soonyoung threw his fist in the air. “Hao, you really do have the best ideas ever. Except that dance move in the choreography we did last week-”

“And murder,” Jun added, getting a worried glance from Seokmin.

“Okay, everyone except Soonyoung can come,” Minghao simply stated, earning woops from everyone at the table.

Soonyoung shrugged.

“I'll get in, whether you like it or not,” he smiled innocently.

“I'll text my friends, hopefully they can all come, too!” Seokmin said excitedly, already grabbing his phone.

“It's gonna be like a mega sleepover, just like in the old days!” Chan cheered.

“Yeah... Just like the old days,” Mingyu nodded, smiling at his friends' excitation.

As the weekend came closer, the friend group was buzzing. Seokmin's friend group were all able to come, and everyone was getting ready, talking about the games and consoles they would bring, who was in charge of snacks and whatnot.

Saturday morning came, and Mingyu got in his car with Joshua, Chan and Jeonghan, all excitedly driving to the lake house. The unoccupied backseat and the truck was filled to the brim with their luggage.

“We're only leaving for two days,” Chan whined, crushed between Joshua, and Mingyu's bags. “Why the fuck did you bring so much stuff?”

“What if I'm cold?” Mingyu asked. “Or what if I want the wear a specific shirt and I don't have it? Or pee on myself four times? I only have three pairs of underwear!”

“I'm gonna make you pee yourself four times,” Chan mumbled under his breath.

Luckily, the drive to the lake house was fairly quick and without any problem, Jeonghan being the trusted direction-giver only making them go off-route to get himself a coffee at Starbucks. They arrived soon after Minghao, Jun, Soonyoung and Seokmin.

“Welcome to the plaza del party,” Soonyoung bowed in front of them, giggling.

“That doesn't even make sense,” Joshua retorted.

“You must be so much fun at parties,” Soonyoung snorted.

Joshua decided against replying, instead helping Mingyu get their luggage out of the car. Chan was already gone doing something somewhere with Jun and Soonyoung, while Minghao and Seokmin were getting the place ready for the night.

“Hi guys!” Minghao greeted them as they entered the house. “How was the ride?”

“Pretty uneventful,” Mingyu answered, stepping out of the way to let Jeonghan carry his bag inside.

“Just how it should be,” Minghao nodded, instructing Seokmin to not drop that vase because it has his grand-grand-grand-mother's ashes in it.

By the face he made while saying that, Mingyu was at least 80% sure Minghao was bullshitting, but he won't test his theory.

“Where are the rooms?” Mingyu asked, looking around.

It was a fairly big house, but still small for the number of guests there would be tonight.

“So, we'll be around three guys per room, they're all upstairs,” Minghao told him. “I sleep in my own room alone, and no one in my parents' room. It's locked anyway, but I'm looking at you Jeonghan.”

“I would never,” Jeonghan smiled, batting his eyelashes. “Unrelated, which room is it again?”

“Hannie,” Joshua rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless. “Come on, unless you want to be stuck with Chan and Soonyoung in the same room, I'd suggest we team up with Gyu.”

The three men grabbed their bags, heading upstairs when a cellphone rang in the room.

“Oh!” Seokmin ran to the coffee table in the living room, grabbing his phone. “It's Wonwoo, he's probably calling me to say they're getting closer.”

Mingyu froze, dropping his bag. Jeonghan's eyes were wide open, whilst Joshua almost went into fight or flight mode. Even Minghao looked shocked, apparently not knowing who he had invited over for the weekend.

Seokmin answered the phone, bubbly as ever, clueless about the mood dropping drastically in the room.

“Hao,” Joshua shout-whispered. “Did you know he was coming?”

Minghao shook his head.

“Never imagined Seokmin could be friends with a guy like that.”

“Is it too late for me to leave?” Mingyu asked, eyeing the door.

“And leave us here with no car and no way of coming home?” Jeonghan whined. “At least take me with you, we can leave the others here.”

“I can hear you, idiot,” Joshua poked Jeonghan's cheek. “Now, come on, Mingyu. You can't let this ruin your weekend, let's just ignore him.”

“Oh, I can and I will let it ruin my weekend,” Mingyu whined.

“I'll figure out something,” Minghao tilted his head. “Don't worry, I can talk to Seokmin about it, if you want?”

Mingyu shrugged, defeated. Why does Wonwoo have to come ruin everything all the time?

“I'll talk to Minnie, Hannie you can go and help Gyu set up the room for us?” Joshua offered.

Mingyu nodded, grabbing one of Joshua's bags as Jeonghan let the other fall on the floor.

“What? I'm not strong like you.”

The taller man grabbed the second bag, carrying now four luggage in his arms. Joshua patted him in the arm.

“It's going to be okay, trust me.”

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[unnie-lili]

Can We Talk? (4/9)

Requested : yes

15. “Fun fact : I haven't listened to a single thing you just told me.”

14. “Are you blushing?”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : Wonwoo x Mingyu, other Seventeen members make an appearance, fem!OC (Mina) x Mingyu

genre : Enemies to lovers!AU, College!AU, a bit of angst, Wonwoo and Mingyu are the same age to simplify the story

word count : 12.5k

warnings : cursing, mentions of violence (not graphic), a small fight (a few pushes, nothing more), alcohol consumption

A/N : I got carried away with this request. Hope you all enjoy 💜

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | EPILOGUE

“We need to talk.”

Mingyu replayed these words in his head, biting nervously at his nails. Mina had texted him that an hour ago, and he was waiting for her to finish her class so they could talk.

He kept wondering what she wanted to talk about. Was she going to break-up with him? What did he do wrong? He always tried his best to please everyone around him, how come he hadn't notice she was unhappy with their relationship?

“Hey,” Mina greeted him softly, making him jump.

“Hi, Mina,” Mingyu replied, unable to hide the worry on his face.

“Can we go somewhere more... private?”

Mingyu nodded, following Mina like a lost puppy around campus. She found a bench outside, under a cherry tree, away from the main campus.

Mingyu tried to calm himself down. Surely, she wouldn't break-up with him, they've always been perfect together. It was probably his anxiety playing his mind again. His shoulders relaxed slightly as he adjusted himself on the wooden bench.

“Mingyu,” her voice was soft, barely a whisper. “I don't know how else to tell you... I- I can't be with you anymore.”

Mingyu's heart dropped. Fell on the floor. Got stomped over a few thousand times. He stared at Mina, confused.

“Wh-why?” he stuttered out. “Did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry, Mina...”

She noticed the tears forming in his eyes, quickly wrapping him in her arms.

“No, no, Gyu, you were the perfect boyfriend, honestly,” she sniffled, tears watering up her eyes. “I, just... Trust me, you didn't do anything wrong.”

Mingyu lifted his head up, staring into her eyes.

“Then... why?”

“I...” Mina looked down at her hands nervously. “I think I'm gay, Gyu. I feel things for women that I've never felt for men.”

Mingyu blinked, speechless. He wasn't expecting that.

“Oh.”

“I'm sorry, Mingyu, I really did love you... but not like you loved me,” Mina hiccupped, breaking into tears.

“It's okay, Mina,” Mingyu caressed her hair. “It's clearly no one's fault, it's not like you can control it.”

She nodded her head.

“I just wish I knew before us,” her voice cracked. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Mingyu kissed her head.

“It's okay,” he sniffled. “I'm glad you were able to find out who you are, even if it still kind of hurts. We can still be friends, right?”

Mina smiled, laughing half-heartedly.

“O-of course, Gyu. I really do care about you.”

“Me too, Mina,” he held her closer, hugging her tightly.

They hugged for a while, making small talk until they had to go back to classes. Mingyu showed up to his photography class, eyes still red and puffy. He was about to sit down at his usual place when an arm grabbed him, pulling him onto a free seat.

“You okay, dude?” the man, Jun he recognized, asked worriedly.

“Mina broke up with me,” Mingyu whispered back, wiping down his eyes.

“Oh, sorry about that.”

Jun didn't ask further question, more weirded out by the fact that Mingyu was smiling widely when he announced his break-up.

That night, Mingyu told his friend group about the news. Mina wasn't ready to come out of the closet yet, so he just told them it was better that way for both of them and that there were no hard feelings.

Jeonghan enforced a self-care night for Mingyu, with Joshua bringing the sappiest rom-coms and Chan bringing tubs of ice cream, and Soonyoung for good company.

“Soonyoung, calm down on the ice cream,” Joshua grunted as Jeonghan started another movie. “Mingyu's the broken-hearted one, not you.”

“I'm sorry,” Soonyoung replied. “I just can't resist it.”

“It's fine, if I eat anymore lactose, I'm gonna be on the toilet for the next 24 hours,” Mingyu admitted, earning a loud laugh from Chan.

“Disgusting, never refer to your bowel movements in front of me for the rest of your life, thank you,” Jeonghan muttered, making Chan laugh even louder.

They all focused back on the movie, watching mindlessly as the main protagonist spoke her first lines.

“Wait, why is it in Spanish?” Soonyoung asked. “Or am I in a ice-cream induced hallucination?”

“It's in Portuguese,” Joshua corrected. “And I have no idea. Jeonghan?”

“Ok, Mr. Worldwide,” Soonyoung retorted under his breath.

“Why me?” Jeonghan asked, pausing the movie.

“Because you were the one who started it?” Joshua said with an obvious tone.

“Well, sorry I can't see shit, my vision's all blurry because you made me watch The Fault in Our Stars,” he replied back, changing the audio language of the movie with Chan's help.

“You were the one who chose to bring that movie but okay,” Joshua rolled his eyes.

They all heard the front door open and close loudly, startling them.

“Must be Wonwoo,” Mingyu muttered under his breath.

“Or we're getting robbed,” Soonyoung added, emptying yet another tub of ice cream.

The door of the room beside Mingyu's slammed closed, making the thin walls of the dorm shake.

“Definitely Wonwoo,” Mingyu conceded.

“Is he always that violent?” Chan eyed the TV, which was bordering the edges of the dresser.

“I guess so,” Mingyu shrugged, pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head.

“Did you find out what he wanted to talk about?” Jeonghan whispered, careful to not be heard by the other roommate.

Mingyu shook his head.

“He didn't tell you?” Chan asked, eyes wide.

“Wait, is that the guy we were supposed to beat up?” Soonyoung wondered, only to be ignored.

“He didn't tell me,” Mingyu pulled on the strings of his hoodie, hiding his face almost completely. “Because I didn't answer his text.”

Jeonghan and Chan let out a small gasp, making Joshua roll his eyes.

“Why's that?”

“Because I don't wanna talk to him,” Mingyu shrugged. “And also, fuck him.”

They all hummed in agreement, not pushing it any further. Jeonghan played back the movie, as Joshua kept the rest of the ice cream far from Soonyoung.

Mingyu couldn't focus on the movie, lost in his thoughts. He was dying to know what Wonwoo wanted to tell him. He wanted an explanation, a reason, something to justify Wonwoo doing a 180 and cutting him out of his life completely. He really wanted to reply to his text, tell him exactly how he felt, but he couldn't. He was terrified of knowing the truth, and terrified of finding out what made Wonwoo hate him so dearly.

01 : 43 AM

Mingyu : OK.

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[unnie-lili]

Can We Talk? (3/9)

Requested : yes

15. “Fun fact : I haven't listened to a single thing you just told me.”

14. “Are you blushing?”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : OPEN

pairing : Wonwoo x Mingyu, other Seventeen members make an appearance, fem!OC (Mina) x Mingyu

genre : Enemies to lovers!AU, College!AU, a bit of angst, Wonwoo and Mingyu are the same age to simplify the story

word count : 12.5k

warnings : cursing, mentions of violence (not graphic), a small fight (a few pushes, nothing more), alcohol consumption

A/N : I got carried away with this request. Hope you all enjoy 💜

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | EPILOGUE

After that awkward first meeting, or re-meeting, Wonwoo hadn't left his room. At all. Mingyu would've been worried, if it didn't mean he could roam the small dorm without fear of being death-glared by the other man. He wondered why Wonwoo was hiding, what he was doing in there and if he ate during the day. Mingyu hadn't seen any empty plates in the sink, or any food disappearing from the pantry. He also hadn't heard the shower run once while he was at the dorm, so maybe it was a great thing Wonwoo stayed in his room.

“How are you holding up, Gyu?” Mina asked him, breaking his train of thoughts.

“Better than expected, really,” Mingyu shrugged, taking a bite of his lunch. “Haven't seen him since the first day of school.”

“That's great, you must feel so much better,” she smiled, poking at her own lunch without much envy.

Mingyu noticed.

“You don't like that?”

“It's fine, I just-” Mina shook her head, trying to prevent Mingyu from swapping their meals.

He did so anyway, happily starting to eat Mina's lunch.

“Thanks, Gyu,” she leaned on his shoulder for a second, Mingyu giving her a kiss on the scalp.

“But yeah, I do feel so much better,” he continued. “Like, he hasn't bothered me at all.”

“And you expected him to?”

Mina's question was genuine, and it made Mingyu think. Was he expecting Wonwoo to continue hassling him until the day he died?

“I don't know. I didn't expect anything, but I feared the worst, I guess.”

The woman nodded. She was about to add something when the rest of their friend group showed up, talking loudly.

“Hey guys,” Jeonghan and Joshua spoke at the same time, getting a smile from the couple in front of them.

“Hello!” Chan greeted them happily. “I made new friends, their names are Jun and Minghao, they're from my dance group. There's also a guy named Soonyoung and he's just like me! They're coming to eat with us, like, right now.”

“Take a breather, why don't you,” Joshua said, a bit taken aback by the wall of information Chan just threw at them.

“You're so cute, you're like a kid going to preschool and making new friends,” Jeonghan cooed, wiping a non-existent tear in his eye. “I'm so proud of my baby.”

Mingyu giggled at that.

“Hey, fuck you, grandpa,” Chan retorted, sitting beside Mina.

Jeonghan snickered, wanting to add more fuel to the fire before Joshua stopped him.

“So, Mingyu, how's the first week going?” he asked. “Anything going on with Wonwoo?”

Mingyu shook his head.

“Nothing, radio silence” he replied. “Haven't seen him since the day I moved in.”

“Which is a positive thing,” Mina added.

Joshua nodded his head in agreement.

“What if he's making a bomb in his room?” Jeonghan wondered. “Have you noticed if any batteries, electronics or acid has been missing from the dorm?”

“Jeonghan,” Joshua said softly. “Don't.”

“Wait, how do you know how to make a bomb?” Chan asked, slightly perturbed. “Should I be scared?”

“For scientific purpose, evidently,” Jeonghan smiled. “And yes, you should.”

“Stop it you two,” Joshua scolded, bringing back his attention on a frightened Mingyu. “Don't worry, no bombs. So, you have had peace of mind since then?”

Mingyu nodded silently as Mina wrapped her arm around his to comfort him. She knew he felt all tangled up in his emotions whenever Wonwoo's name was spoken out since he never had the closure he deserved.

“You should've seen Wonwoo's face when he saw Mingyu,” Chan blurted out. “It was straight out of a cartoon.”

Jeonghan agreed.

“Yeah, I have never seen any emotion except anger on this man's face, and this wasn't it.”

“He probably was shocked to see Mingyu there,” Mina explained. “He didn't know he was his roommate.”

“Heyo!”

The friend group was startled as a guy spoke loudly, sitting besides Jeonghan with a big smile. He was followed by two quieter men, who sat down at Chan's side.

“I'm Soonyoung, nice to meet you all,” he smiled. “Chan told us we could sit down with you, is that okay?”

“Of course,” Mingyu smiled, glad the subject of the conversation had changed. “And you must be...”

“Jun,” the taller guy smiled shyly.

“Minghao,” the other said, deadpan. “We're sorry about Soonyoung, he doesn't have a mute button.”

Chan and Soonyoung were already in a passionate conversation about something, speaking louder than anyone else in the group.

“So, that's what he meant when he said they were alike,” Joshua closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.

They all started to eat their lunches, the friend group making small talk to their newest additions. Jeonghan and Minghao were in a deep conversation about art, both majoring in Visual Arts, as Jun listened happily.

“I have to go, committee meeting,” Mina excused herself.

Mingyu tried to kiss her on the lips, only for her to offer him her cheek.

“Okay, see you tonight?” he asked, holding her hand softly.

“I'll text you about it, but I'll try my best,” she gave him an apologetic smile and left the table.

Mingyu was wondering if she was getting more distant with him or if he was just overall anxious in his life and reading too much into things. He was about to get lost in his thoughts again when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked the notification, expecting it to be one of his classmates for his photography project. He dropped his phone on the table, as if it burnt his hand.

“Something's wrong?” Jeonghan asked, furrowing his brows.

The whole table felt silent, looking at Mingyu. The taller man stayed silent.

“Mingyu?” Joshua inquired, reaching to grab Mingyu's hand softly.

“Wonwoo texted me,” Mingyu blurted out.

Chan stood up from his seat.

“He WHAT?”

Minghao pulled at Chan's arm to make him sit back down.

“He,” Mingyu simply stated, eyes on his phone, “texted me.”

“What did he say?” Jeonghan asked, grabbing the phone to answer his own question. “What the fuck.”

Chan stood up again.

“What did he say?” he exclaimed. “Do we need to beat him up?”

Soonyoung stood up as well.

“I'm so lost but, do we need to beat someone up?”

Minghao pulled both men by the arm.

“Guys, no violence, please,” he sighed. “Unless it's justifiable.”

“He hates Mingyu,” Chan explained briefly. “For no apparent reason.”

Minghao looked at Mingyu.

“Okay, that's justifiable,” he stood up, making Chan and Soonyoung do as well. “I don't know you, Mingyu, but you have the eyes of a lost puppy and look like you couldn't hurt a fly even if you tried to and I won't tolerate that kind of hatred against you.”

“Hao,” Jun spoke. “No.”

Mingyu shook his head, finally speaking up.

“No violence, guys, I've had my fair share already.”

The table felt silent again, Jeonghan visibly wincing. The friend group definitely remembers the few times altercations between Wonwoo and Mingyu turned violent. Wonwoo would always push Mingyu to his limit and wait for the first punch to reciprocate. Jeonghan never wishes to patch up a bloody Mingyu again.

“So...” Joshua cleared his throat. “What did he say?”

Jeonghan showed the text to everyone.

12 : 38 PM

Wonwoo : Can we talk?

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