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GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

016 ┆world pause (1.2k words)

The boys arrived at the gymnasium, meeting their coach Mr. Jeon at the benches. 

“Are they here yet?” Jake asked while placing his stuff down behind the team bench. Mr. Jeon nodded his head as the opponent team made their way into the gym they all stood in.

Usually, in shows or movies there would be an odd chill vibe between the two teams, but that wasn’t the case in Decelis Academy.

Instead, Jake’s childhood best friend was on that opposing team—Kang Minhee. They were locked in like two peas in a pod. There was no way they’d hate each other even if one of them were to lose.

Jake’s head whipped over to the third entrance to the gymnasium with a smile. He was excited to reunite with this said friend. It had been long since their last match against each other anyway. 

“He’s like a child when Minhee appears.” Sunghoon teased while unbuttoning his uniform. Jay smiled at the boy’s words and slipped on his jersey, the number nine and his surname plastered on the back of it.

“Minhee’s a sweet guy. I don’t blame him.”

“You’re right.” 

Jungwon placed his stuff down a little later than the boys did. To be honest, he wasn’t feeling his best all day. Nevertheless, he couldn’t miss school—especially, not the game. He didn’t want to disappoint the boys. 

Never.

“You okay? You’re quieter than usual.” Heeseung said, coming to a stop beside Jungwon who proceeded to change.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” He replied and took a seat on the bench. 

“Coach will probably put you on as a starter, are you okay with that? I mean, I know what’s been happening lately.” 

Jungwon drank from his water bottle and tilted his head back to catch his breath.

“It’s okay, seriously, I’ll be fine.” The boy smiled at his friend, his dimple popping in the process. Heeseung wasn’t sure if he should take Jungwon’s words with a relieved feeling or a tense one.

However, he let it go. The game was more important to focus on anyways.

Mr. Jeon called everyone into a huddle with Jake jogging back to their side of the court and then began to explain today’s game plan. The clock on the scoreboard read 3:00 p.m. The game was set to start at 3:30. They had to get everything done quickly.

You prepared the camera for today’s game. The settings were already set to your liking due to the explanation session with Jungwon earlier. Although you were on the verge of losing your mind, you were glad he could finally be of use to this project.

You pulled out your phone to check the time and ask for permission to leave class. It was now 3:05 p.m. You were quite early for the dismissal, but all was okay. Being on time was the better option anyway.

The sounds of volleyballs ricocheting off of the net and colliding with the floorboards, shoes grazing against the polisher the janitors had used beforehand, the constant whistle blows and cheers the boys executed were all heard from behind the doors of the gymnasium. 

You opened the door with hope that a volleyball wouldn’t come flying at you this time. And to your luck, there wasn’t one.

Nobody batted you an eye either. They were all too distracted with their practicing. 

You walked through the sidelines until you reached the fellow scorekeepers, being careful to not trip over the boys’ belongings. It would be best if you stood in a safe spot and had a good angle when snapping the pictures.

Sunoo stood at the edge of the net, setting the ball to those who were lined up to hit it. His fingertips hit the volleyball briefly before letting up in precision. It was as if the spiker had a magnet in their palm that drove the ball to it perfectly.

You began to snap a few pics, not looking back at them until the end. There was no time for it anyway. This process continued multiple times without you even noticing that the boy you were looking at through the viewfinder was none other than Yang Jungwon, your worst nightmare.

He strode down the court over to the net as Sunoo set the ball towards him. Jungwon’s arms pushed back one moment and the next he was up in the air, hand against the volleyball. The impact between the two objects created a loud sound that brought you back to reality. 

Only then were you able to realize that he was the one before you while your finger pressed down on the shutter button, capturing the moment with a shutter sound right after. It felt as if your world briefly paused.

If this was what Intak meant when he said Jungwon’s spikes seemed deadly, it would only be wrong for you to disagree. They genuinely were impressive, but you couldn’t let that overshadow your hatred for him.

The boy landed on both of his feet and walked away in silence. Heeseung held out his hand from the line of boys and awaited Jungwon’s hand to clash against his own, in which it did. 

Without them even knowing, the clock had hit 3:30 p.m. in no time. 

It was officially time for the match to start. 

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[kimingyuslover]

Wedding vows

synopsis : mingyu is in awe when he sees you walking down the aisle with the dress you've been dreaming about for years, your favorite flowers bouquet, and white veil as the cherry on top.

word count : 544 & some change

pairing : mingyu x fem!reader & wonwoo x reader

genre : angst

warning : fem!reader, angst, bad grammar (i'm not a native speaker), wonwoo makes appearances, minhee is your bestfriend, tears, minimal dialogue.

★ feel the ending kinda rushed.. but it's already half past 1 here. my first time writing a oneshot.

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this is the day that you've been waiting for the most of your life. The white gown that you dreamed of getting is draped over your body, the white veil that's going to cover a major upper body of yours with a bouquet of flowers in your hands, and you are ready to walk down the aisle.

"so, how's you feeling?" minhee asks while she holds her camera to your face, "i'm feeling ridiculously nervous and excited, i'm seeing him in the next five minutes after not seeing him this morning and last night," you said while you're getting your dress to get fixed so you're not going to trip while walking down the aisle.

one of the wedding organizers staff called you to stand in front of the door, because soon you'll be out of the room and chanting your vows with your soon-to-be husband.

on the other hand, mingyu is definitely nervous and scared to see you walk in the aisle with your father. he's always fixing his tie every now and then, feeling choked by the air and his tie.

the piano and violin start to play your wedding entrance song, which means you can come out of the door anytime soon.

and there you are. a beautiful white gown that you've been telling him years ago is now droop over your body. the bouquet of your favorite flowers is now on your hands, and the white veil that covers your upper body is like the cherry on top.

mingyu eyes are getting wetter by any seconds pass. he just wants to spill all his tears while he sees you walk down the aisle with your father. the sound of the music feels the air, making this moment's more precious to him.

you are now delivering your vows, and mingyu's tears began to spill all over his cheeks.

he has dreamed of this moment everytime he fell asleep while thinking about you. except, this one is real, but he's not the groom, wonwoo is.

he broke things up with you 2 years ago. he can still vividly remember how your face morphed into a horror when he tells you that he wants a breakup because he has lost his feelings towards you. the unspoken truth, he's not losing his feelings towards you. he just had a bad day and lashes it out on you.

That was his biggest regret. you two already planned your wedding, and that 5 years old relationship was gone because of his selfishness.

mingyu's always thinking about your relationship in the past. What would your relationship turn if he's not breaking up with you that time? Will you get married to him instead? having a child? hell, you both are even already talking about having 3 children, 2 boys, and a girl.

When you're finished delivering your vows, "you may kiss the bride," said priest, and that's when mingyu get out of his 'what ifs' images, to see you locking your lips with your now husband– Jeon Wonwoo, mingyu's best friend & roommate.

it's impossible to get your girl back when she's already someone else's wife, all that 'what ifs' are thrown out of the window, he can't be selfish for one more time, because for fuck sake, that's his bestfriend! but when he sees you smile at wonwoo, his heart breaks a thousand times.

[stayfortwominutes]

📝 The Proof is in The Pudding | Lee Know

disclaimers; written from third person perspective, petnames, food, mentions of an absent parent. no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; lee know x female reader ft. their daughter.

synopsis; minho will always show you that love is not earnt, it is simply given.

content; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, slice of life | word count; 1.7 k

“no m-mowe.” the shrill cry that escaped from the little girl alarmed minho as he rushed into the kitchen to find the source of distress.

“no more?” minho repeats. the child turned to face him, her hand slid down the frame of the refrigerator; petite figure illuminated by the light that cast her disappointed silhouette onto the tiled floor below. she met his eyes with her bottom lip pouted and quivering.

"awe, princess." minho lovingly cooed as he attempted to soothe his daughter, minhee. her chubby cheeks were puffed out as crystal droplets threatened to overflow from her glassy eyes. her father shuffled over with his arms outstretched as he leaned down to scoop the child up. 

with minhee perched on his left forearm and against his hip, minho strutted out to the living room where y/n lay dumbfounded on the couch.

"d-daddy, i want p-pudding," minhee muttered hoarsely, spluttering a little as she choked back her sobs. 

the dazed woman slowly sat upright as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. only moments ago, she was drifting off, contently resting on minho's shoulder as he enveloped her with a warm arm; before he abruptly dashed off the couch to tend to their child. with his eyebrows furrowed and a sulking minhee in his arms, minho bounced gently from side-to-side on the spot.

“bunny, how about we go out for a stroll to collect some puddings?” his tone soft and laced with honey. it was not unusual to hear minho express himself in this manner after he had become a father. in fact, the softer sides of him were on display more often, but exclusively for his sweethearts.

“mummy, pudding pweeeease?” minhee further pleaded while flailing her tiny, determined fists in the air; the loose vowels amplifying her loveable manner.

y/n chuckled to herself, raking her fingers through her unruly, dishevelled locks. the clock on the wall read eight forty-five, and the family had no plans other than settling in for a peaceful saturday evening.

“how can i say no to both my babies?” minhee and minho exchanged glances, their eyes twinkling at the prospect of the delicious treat. y/n made her way over to the pair, pinching her daughter’s cheeks lightly as a hushed joyous squeal emitted from minhee, before reaching up and pecking her husband’s nose. “we’ll have to hurry, only fifteen minutes before the shop closes!” 

a few brief minutes later and the family of three were ambling their merry way to the nearest convenience store in hopes of retrieving their prized puddings. a light breeze that occasionally picked up was a pleasant relief from the awful humidity of the summer night. y/n and minho stood on either side of minhee, the trio forming a chain as they interlocked their hands together.

“daddy and i will have vanilla pudding, mummy what one do you want?” the small girl piped up, her cheerful voice carrying through the empty street.

“hmm, what flavour do you recommend?” y/n replied, smiling down at minhee, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth. “maybe you can try a different one and we can all share?” minho cheekily chimed in.

“your dad is telling me to get something different so you can enjoy mine and still eat yours too.”

dropping her daughter’s hand, y/n stood still to cross her arms over her chest. 

minho and minhee stopped in their tracks, and gazed at each other, “see i told you, she would figure it out. quick let’s go before she can stop us!” he swiftly lifted his daughter onto his back and jogged down the road. the sound of harmonious giggles erupted from the mischievous duo. y/n sighed, the sides of her mouth naturally upturned in response to their innocent antics. noticing she was a distance behind, up ahead minho had turned around, nodding to usher her along.

with their puddings in hand, the family were set to return home, but minhee in her phase of intense curiosity, insisted they visit the nearby playground. y/n and minho could not resist their bundle of joy, and happily obliged.

“promise we will eat our puddings first, then ten minutes on the swing, alright?” y/n bargained. the family of three sat on a bench, all humming in enjoyment as they stomached their sweet puddings.

“it’s the last bite, open. ah,” minho demonstrated, his bunny teeth making an appearance, as he held the petite plastic spoon before minhee’s lips. the little girl mimicked his actions, her front teeth adorably similar to her father’s. 

y/n sat to the side, admiring the exchange between her husband and child. a warmth tickling the bottom of her heart. lost in her thoughts, minho’s pudding spoon dug into his wife’s cup. y/n glared playfully at her husband, her failed attempt to swat his hand away cost her remaining bites of pudding.

“ooh, caramel!” he teased, poking his tongue out as he finished the small portion she had left over.

feeling kittenish, y/n wrapped her arms around her daughter, who was sat between the couple. “mimi,” y/n began whining, “daddy is mean, he took my pudding~” minhee shifted in her place, a tiny hand patting against her mother’s hip in consolation. “bad daddy, mummy is sad. you should give her a kiss to make it better!”

hues of red painted y/n’s cheeks as the tips of minho’s ears grew hot. 

sheepishly leaning over, her hand deftly obscuring the child’s eyes as she pressed a peck to her husband’s lips, brazenly grazing his bottom lip with her tongue. pulling away and adjusting herself to relax back into the bench, y/n chuckles, “hmm, you’re right, the caramel is good. i'm all better now.” 

minho was greatly flustered from his wife’s bold display of affection in front of their child. he quickly shot up from his seat with his left hand extended to minhee, “sh-shall we get to the swings, princess?” 

y/n watched as her husband and daughter skipped together hand-in-hand to the swing set. her gaze wistful as she observes the pair, the sound of their mirthful laughter dances with the wind that disturbs the thick trees. the rustling of their leaves almost drowns out the wailing of the crickets. perhaps it was the faint tinge of petrichor that lingered in the evening air which ignited the tainted memories she had long believed were buried deep in the forsaken trenches of her mind. 

in front of her, minho earnestly basked in the moment, blissfully engaging with his daughter. a permanent smile etched onto their faces as the apples of their cheeks bloomed under the glow of the array of streetlamps littering the surrounding park area. y/n leaned forward, resting her elbow on her thigh whilst she placed her chin against her palm. the sight before her eyes fills her with a lonesome sense of longing, yet at the same time the contradicting feeling of solace.

as a child she lacked an adequate father figure, and for so long she was lost in her own sense of misdirection, untrusting of men and fearful of commitment. when minho entered her life, she was apprehensive, conflicted as to whether he could accept the myriad of flaws that decorated her person.

a light scoff instinctively fell from her lips, that thought banished from her mind as she stared down at the diamond ring on her left-hand finger. she could not deny his honest, blithe soul was bewitching.

minho sweeps his little girl off of her feet to rest her head against his shoulder, then turns to rejoin his wife at the bench. he instantaneously recognises the vacant look in his wife’s eyes, her absent gaze directed to her hand, and he makes a mental note to hold her in his arms extra tight when they get into bed.

“let’s go now, our princess is falling asleep.” he muses as his chin juts to point at the koala clinging to his upper torso. y/n stands, slipping her hand into minho’s.

minho places a faint peck on his daughter’s forehead, cautious to stir her in her dozing state. “goodnight, bub.” he whispered affectionately, then softly closed the door to tiptoe back to the couple’s bedroom.

the moonlight spills in through the sheer curtains to dimly light the room where the pair lay together. minho engulfs her in a warm embrace, their limbs entangled under the covers. 

“thank you for being apart of my life. thank you for giving me something to look forward to in life, pumpkin.” y/n breathes out shakily, snuggling herself further into minho’s chest. he has an inkling as to what spurs his wife’s sudden heartfelt confession.

with her eyes still closed, y/n’s mind continues to ruminate, continuing down the spiral of her earlier train of thought. her hands encircling minho’s waist bundle tightly into his shirt. the tense hold on his clothes has him slightly shrinking away, as he takes a hold of his wife’s chin to bring her eye’s level with his. “bun, is something bothering you?” 

y/n doesn’t reply, her fragmented mind unable to form a coherent sentence. exhaling with all her might, she begins with her eyes still tightly shut, “no, it’s nothing like that. it-it’s just… seeing you treat our minhee so well, i feel so grateful. you’re a father to her in the ways i needed a father most.” 

the hum of the air conditioning fills the room. y/n tentatively opens her eyes, thinking her words were foolish.

“i am treating her with the love she deserves, and that’s the same love you deserve, bunny. pure and unconditional.” minho reaches to tenderly tuck a loose strand of hair behind y/n’s ear. he inches closer to press a loving kiss to his wife’s lips, filled with both reassurance and passion.

when they separate, he feels a droplet catch on his unclothed bicep. he fondly caresses y/n’s cheek, wiping stray tears that stagger down the side of her face. placing his forehead against her’s, minho gently shushes her, patting her back to calm the outpour of raw emotion that overcomes her. his wife relishes in his comforting touch, his affections effortlessly melt all her anxiety and tension into nothingness.

minho was the only man who didn't take pieces of her heart, to leave her a shell of the person she used to be. he only gave her more things about herself, and the world to love.

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© stayfortwominutes ; august 20, 2023.

note; i was overwhelmed and am so grateful for all the support i received in the polling to choose this fic, and for the attention my other writing pieces have received. i am little worried this kind of plot and more serious writing may disappoint a few. but, thank you to everyone who gave me a small corner of the internet where i belong. i appreciate any reblogs and constructive criticisms you may have of my work 💖

[seongminiz]

note okay so .... i've been reading a manhwa where the second lead is a yandere n dont ask me why that somehow made me think abt minhee n thats how this post was born .. (｡>﹏<) just a short thought tho might make this into a longer fic idk but im tried of gatekeeping my thoughts ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

cw yandere behavior duh , reader is so in love with him they don't see the problem with what he does bc idk i love fucked up toxic dynamics like that 💕✨ , no smut ??? in a jo seongminiz work ???? but hey its a little suggestive at least they make out 😮‍💨 n theres some biting too !!! not proof read ofc who do u take me for ( •̀ - •́ )

yandere prince!minhee who will literally kill anyone who dares to even look in your direction for more than five seconds while you, equally as lovesick, trust him with your life n will do anything for him ,, you're too obsessed with him to the point you don't even realize how all the people who oppose you, and even the ones who are more friendly to you than what is deemed appropriate, suspiciously disappear in the matter of days.

you don't even question when he makes a passing comment about how he might have to lock you up to keep you safe from the outside world that is being so cruel to you, nor do you have any complaints when that becomes a reality - after all, if minhee says its for your own good, why shouldn't you trust him? he only wants the best for you, after all.

all you have to do is sit pretty in your room the whole day n not question why the servants attending to you have become less and less with each passing day, or why minhee has taken over most of their duties n takes care of you for everything, even though hes supposed to be sooo busy as the crown prince.

you don't question all the nights minhee comes back to you covered in blood, his breath heavy and his eyes shining with a look between love and something else you can't quite place . you have actually grown quite fond of those times spent cleaning him up, from both his victim's blood and his own, as some of them won't go down without a fight.

those times when minhee leans into your touch, and holds you so tight as if you might disappear - though, where would you go? you're completely fine here with him - and hides his face in your neck, mumbling against your skin how he'll get rid of anyone that threatens to come between your love, how you're the only thing that matters to him. he reminds you you're only his, nibbling along the sensitive skin of your neck and biting your shoulder, licking along your jawline until there is barely any distance between his lips and yours - no, until there is no distance at all. he's forceful, and messy, and you accept it all because the way he kisses you is just like your love.

[heeheesang]

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six -> gyuri. ( written )

“okay lets rerun the dance once more, from the top!” ms hong yelled with a huge smile on her face as we all slouched and groaned, it’s barely been an hour in class and we haven’t gotten a single break. “we can do it guys c’mon.”

we all quickly got into positions and went through the dance one more time, everything was going well before the classroom door opened and minhee, who was supposed to catch me, got distracted and i slipped off his arms.

“yn! i’m so sorry, oh my god..” minhee quickly offered me an arm only to receive glares from hyewon and sunoo, “i’m alright…” i stood up with his help and looked at the person who walked into the practice room, “you have to be fucking playing with me right now.” i whispered under my breath and limped on one leg.

“is this the performance group?”

“yes! you must be.. kim gyuri? transferee from handball?” ms hong welcomed her with big arms, engulfing her into a tight hug as she shoots glances at me, “yes, thats me..!”

“i’m ms hong, i’m the teacher and coach in charge of performing arts. this is our captain, park yn and our vice cpatain, song minhee.” i shot her a fake smile and rolled my eyes as i turned to face the two, “what the fuck is she doing here??”

“i don’t know what games she’s playing… but if she does anything, i’ll personally screw her eyeballs—“

“calm down hye.”

“i’ll release you all for a thirty minute break, i’ll see you all back here and we’ll have a short talk before practising again.” ms hong announced and the three of us was fast as ever to leave the room. we love ms hong but we would never be in the same room as gyuri, not ever.

“i’m so tired of seeing her face around.” i sighed as i limped around school with a bottle of ice pd lemon tea in my hand, hyewon and sunoo agreeing as we all made our way to the stadium.

“with a bottle of iced lemon tea again, yn?” we were stopped as gyuri and her minions approached us from behind. “what do you want, gyuri.”

“that’s not a nice way to greet your senior?”

“stop disturbing me and my friends.”

“i’ll stop when you stay away from heeseung.”

“in your fucking dreams. you cheated, move on.”

the three of us attempted to walk off, only to be blocked again. “you can’t stop me that easily yn. i know things you don’t.”

“and i can do things you can’t. i’ll do anything and everything i can to protect heeseung, sunghoon and my friends from you and your stupid minions.”

“try your best sweetheart.”

“and you, try your best to not act like a slut for minhee hm? have a good break and have a good time at performing arts, gyuri.”

after leaving gyuri and her minions, we walked off to the stadium and took a seat at the front row. i immediately locked eyes with heeseung and he mouths, “sunghoon?” i nodded and he yells sunghoon’s name, pointing to me who was waving at him.

“ynnie!” sunghoon yelled and ran towards me with heeseung, “why the sour face, princess?”

“she’s angry because gyuri transferred to our performaning arts group. you should’ve seen the way hyewon and yn looked at gyuri like they wanted to throw her off a fifty foor tall building.” sunoo replied and sunghoon took a seat next to me, heeseung sitting on the ground in front of me.

“why is your leg bruised, princess? did gyuri hit you?!” heeseung obsereved as he tapped the bruise on my knee, “i’m fine, i missed a step and fell.”

“did gyuri say anything to you?” sunghoon asked, facing his whole body towards me as he pushed his haur back, “she just told me to stay away from heeseung and i told her to stop disturbing us.”

“yn killed it tho, she dissed her like she was waiting on it her whole life.”

“that’s my girl.” heeseung mumbled and i caught on, turning away as blush crept on my cheeks, “what?” sunghoon asked and heeseung shook it off.

“uh oh.. looks like ms hong’s angry at yn now. we have to go.” sunoo said as our ohones all dinged.

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “we’ll get going too, i’ll see you after school ynnie…” sunghoon said before stretching a little and leaving his teammate behind.

“update me?” heeseung asks with a smile on his face as he helps me get up, “i will.” i returned the smile as he side hugged me ran off.

now what did ms hong want…

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hhs’ notes! this was more of a filler chapter… sorry if it was too.. wordy! 😭😭 i’ll make hee and yn get closer soon! #heeyn!! 💘💘

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(✦) summer loving , do you see my heart? (2)

jungmo

hey, do you wanna meet up tonight?

the notification woke y/n up from his half-asleep daze, house m.d season 2 lowly buzzing in the background. "who's texting me at..." his voice drawled as he saw minhee's resting body, the black hairs of his bangs sprawled out across his forehead. "midnight?" he questioned as he glanced at his screen, the name written on the notification making a small smile appear on his face.

"oh. him."

pulling himself out of his tangle of blankets, y/n grabbed the remote that laid on the side table between the two beds and turned the tv off, making the man next to him groan in annoyance. "i was... watching- that." minhee sleepily said, turning onto his back as he tried to meet eyes with his now-awake roommate. "you were asleep the last 5 episodes minhee. go to bed, alright?"

too late.

minhee's drowsy body was now sitting up, his eyes blinking slowly as he stared at y/n. "why... why are you getting up?" holding back a sigh, y/n tapped his foot slowly as he thought of the best answer. "i'm going on a walk. just, clearing my head."

“be safe, okay? i don’t want you to get hurt-“

minhee’s voice trailed off as he slumped over back into his slumber, y/n laughing softly as he pulled off his pajama pants off and slid on the pair of medium-wash jeans from today. grabbing a hoodie from the bench below the tv, y/n put it over his shoulders exposed from his tanktop while grabbing his bag and sliding on his shoes.

taking a deep breath, he exited the room, the door clicking behind him. the future and nighttime awaited for him.

“i’m happy to see you.”

jungmo’s bright smile contrasted against the navy blue sky, stars blinking behind his glow. “mmh, the same for me.” y/n spoke as he climbed up the path they were following, turning around to face jungmo. y/n continued to speak as he looked at jungmo’s enchanted figure. “you know, i’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be on this trail after 10pm.”

jungmo’s smile widened as he walked to join him, swinging his arms. “hmm, really? they can drag us off then.” y/n’s laughter floated through the warm, summertime air as jungmo’s hand met his own, their fingers slowly intertwining. looking down at his right palm, a small smile appeared on y/n’s face as the warm connection.

“is this… okay?” jungmo asked, their eyes meeting as y/n looked up. “yeah,” y/n spoke, clearing his throat. “this is fine.” a soft pink blush appeared on jungmo’s face as he smiled softly, squeezing y/n’s hand. “let’s get going.”

switching their hands, y/n and jungmo now walked side to side along the road towards a rest point. “it’s hot outside.” y/n complained, jungmo rubbing his thumb against the side of y/n’s hand. “mmh, it is summer.” jungmo agreed, y/n holding back a smile.

the summer air took their words away, the sound of birds carrying their songs through the humidity. “i see the pavilion.” y/n spoke, pointing at the covered area in front of the two at a break in the elevation gain. “let’s go!” jungmo said, breaking into a run. “wait, jungmo!” y/n exclaimed in response, chasing after the other male with a glimmer in his eye.

kicking off his shoes, y/n joined jungmo on the raised wooden floor. jungmo scooted closer to y/n, looking at the wide expanse of navy ocean in front of him. “it’s beautiful.” y/n exclaimed as he fixed his gaze on the view in front of him.

“mmh, it is.” jungmo turned his head to look at the person next to him. “shut up.” y/n laughed, turning his head to meet jungmo’s gaze.

the world started to slow.

jungmo’s eyes stared directly into his, the stars blinking a lullaby over the town for them, so the universe would leave them alone. their pinkies inched together across the wood, locking unbeknownst to the two of them.

pinkies turned into hands, y/n’s breath catching as he dropped his gaze to jungmo’s lips. they were gorgeous. pink and plush, like he had been drinking enough water and putting lip balm on everyday.

“jungmo i think i’m going to kiss you.” the words escaped from y/n’s mouth before he could regulate them. surprise showed on jungmo’s face, his lip extending into a pout. “oh shit, i’m sorry i didn’t mean too-“

quiet.

the quiet returned slowly again as jungmo pressed their lips together. the birds chirped a little louder, the wind blowing the trees harder.

jungmo’s lips were soft. the grooves and lines in the skin pressed against y/n’s in the way that made him wishing for more. their hands separated slowly, jungmo’s hands clasping behind y/n’s neck while y/n’s moved to caress jungmo’s jaw.

nature’s noises drowned out as all y/n could hear became the sounds of jungmo’s soft and short pecs against his lips, y/n curling his finger around a strand of jungmo’s hair to make the feeling pool in his stomach.

“jungmo, you can kiss me for longer.”

the ask was soft, barely vibrating against jungmo’s lips. no reply was given, but jungmo’s sweet pecs became turned into key that perfectly locked the two together.

something sucked the air from in between them as they were now pressed against one another, every inhale a sugar filled reminder of the small amount of space they chose to inhabit.

as the night grew even younger, singing the world to sleep while the two stayed awake, a barrage of feeling joining the lullaby.

y/n thought he could kiss jungmo for what felt like forever.

and it wouldn’t hurt him if he did.

01 (the first meeting is always the sweetest) , masterlist , 03 (think about you all night)

✦taglist @luvkyu, @seungsmiles, @gnusihcom

sun✰! there’s a hurricane coming to me! ill be safe everyone<3

[lgcminnie]

date: april 6th word count: 1,030

in hindsight, minyoung should've expected when her father messaged her "can't wait to see you" that it meant that he wouldn't even be there. he tried but work always came first. it had to come first. it was for their livelihood.

no hard feelings. she just really missed him.

what she wasn't expecting was for the stillness of the house. even during the hardest of times, the house was lively with the laughs and screams of the younger ones, finding joy in the simplest of activities minyoung had tried to entertain them with. now it was quiet.

minho, no doubt, was either at work or in class. he had texted her that he was going to try and make it out before it was too late, because he knew the chances of her staying over were slim.

minji and minseo were definitely home. they didn't have practise today, which meant they were probably in their room. minhyuk and minhee had to be home as well. minhyuk has been really into video games lately, shouting at his friends to do something better. the only time he seemed to quiet down was when he was playing ark or stardew valley.

as for minhee, well, she was minyoung's baby. there was no reason for her to not be rushing to the door the minute she heard the lock turn. the coldness and unfamiliarity of it all made minyoung's skin prickle. it put her on guard.

when she took the few steps from the entryway to the open kitchen, she could already see her mother seated at the table with her fingers interlaced in front of her. stiff, polite, out of pattern. minyoung tried not to turn and leave immediately but she did pause her steps. if her father and siblings weren't there, there wasn't a reason for her to be either. her mother seemed to sense this thought and noticed how minyoung paused. her mother took a deep breath.

"i need to talk to you, please do not leave."

minyoung wanted to laugh. or scoff. nearly twenty years of her life wasted filling the role her mother never did and now this woman wanted to talk? what would talking accomplish at this point? there was nothing else to do though, she (regrettably) took a seat across from her mother.

her carbon copy, unfortunately. it made it hard to look in the mirror sometimes. there were days where minyoung couldn't separate their faces. it haunted her. the curve of their lips, the thickness and the colour. their eyes: large, eyelashes the same wipsy length. and their gummy smile. identical. unmistakably connected.

minyoung says nothing. she doesn't have much to say to the woman she unfortunately shares dna with. her mother takes a deep breath.

"minyoung, i don't want to fight—"

she had to roll her eyes at that. her mother never wanted to fight, never wanted to argue, never wanted to upset her but that was always the outcome.

"don't roll your eyes— listen...i lost my job and—"

minyoung didn't need to hear anything else. "oh my fucking god, seriously?"

"the owners were small business owners and can't afford to have a large staff. i'm working on getting another one, i promise. i told you i changed."

minyoung couldn't believe what she was hearing. she was waiting for the request. she knew it was coming. after waiting for a moment to let her words hang in the air, her mother continued.

"so....we're going to need help with the bills..."

"there it is! of course. that's what you need me here for. money. not to apologise, not to spend time, not to ask how i'm doing, for me to give more money. haven't even asked how legacy is going for me, or how i can possibly debut. all you needed me was to raise your kids and be your cash cow, huh?"

it hurts. it breaks her to know her mother doesn't seem to care about her beyond what she could provide financially. is this how she treated their father or did her mother actually care about him? the chances were slim for it to be the latter. based off her mother's behaviours her entire life, her mother didn't care for any sort of responsibility. the weight of it all crushed her. it was all to easy for her to subvert it to her daughter.

her poor daughter who never got her own childhood to enjoy.

who never had time for a regular life: for dating, for late nights with friends, for sleepovers, parties, drunk nights, mistakes, anything. minyoung barely had time for her dreams. she hadn't forgotten about how her mother ruined her chances in blueberry entertainment.

her mother represents nothing but sadness and empty promises. a life that could've been. a life that wasn't hers and never will be.

minyoung was done.

"it's time for you to act like a parent," she says, suddenly much calmer than she was feeling at the start of this interaction. her mother's eyes widened, expecting the blowout that usually happens as a result of their interactions — the limited few they've had in 20 years. minyoung could count the pleasant interactions with her mother on one hand. she had to come to terms with the fact that it might never go beyond that number. she shakes off the thought.

"i am done providing for this family. i have done it since minho was born. either you get it the fuck together with a new job and start paying for the kids' activities, or they will have to drop out. you cannot force me and minho to compensate for your lack of preparedness of being a parent. i am not a second chance for you. i am done being your backup. you already fucked up with us, but at least get it together for the other four."

her mother's mouth gaped, floundering for a response. her eyes welled up with tears. minyoung rose from her spot at the table.

"minyoung please —"

"no, i am done, mina," minyoung all but spits her mother's name back out to her. has she ever called her mom? perhaps not since infancy. "i will be changing my bank account info and my phone number. i suggest you count yourself lucky that you have five other kids. i'm done."

[onlyhoons]

minhee is .. 100% into hair pulling 🥴 and this goes both ways. he loves it best when one of you is giving the other head. his hand runs through your hair before gripping your locks, moving your head up and down his cock. he just cant get enough of it. he gets so turned on when you pull his hair too, while he eats you out preferrably. his dick twitches to the thought of you using him for your own pleasure he just loves it so much

[dat-town]

hellbent

Characters: Serim & female reader

Setting & genre: hurt/comfort (focused on the comfort part), Home School au

Summary: Home School was like hell but having Serim next to you made it better.

Warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence and manipulation (Serim is being the best boy though)

Words: 1k

Author’s note: Home School is a 2023 Thai drama but you don't have to know it in order to understand the story but for the vibes, you can check out its trailer HERE. (if you enjoy character-driven mystery thrillers, I highly recommend it!)

For @restlessmaknae <3 here's a little bonus as a thank you for listening to me rambling about this drama so much (also because we talked about Serim so much recently ;))

You couldn’t sleep.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw the tangible fear in Minhee’s when Wonbin broke the chair right beside his head. This school really brought the worst out of everybody. What kind of exam would require students to hurt each other otherwise?

Something had been off since the beginning. The drug to knock you out during the bus ride to the boarding school. The creepy forest all around the place that made sure you had no place to run to. The nutrition supplement you had to take with every breakfast. Your confiscated phones, so you had no way to contact your families. The never-sent letters. Slowly it was all adding up.

Then the ‘classes’ started and it got worse: the psychological games that were supposed to teach you about life, the punishments like getting locked up or not getting food if you went against the crazy rules. You and your 12 classmates only had each other yet the teachers kept trying to turn you against each other in their manipulating little games. You weren’t sure anymore what they were trying to teach you: to trust each other or not to?

“Can’t sleep?”

The soft rumble of voice startled you. Your shoulders tensed up as you turned away from the window because you knew you were breaking just another rule too: no coming out of your room after curfew. But you couldn’t stay and listen to the other girls’ stable breathing, not when it all felt like a living nightmare. Maybe Serim felt the same as a little sigh left his mouth while sitting down beside you. You let his warmth soak you in the cold night even though you probably just imagined it because you didn’t touch at all.

You shook your head no, fingers nipping on the edge of your long nightgown over your pulled up legs. It was just as much as yours as the bed you had slept in. The school provided the same variety of uniforms (yes, even your pajamas had the school logo on it) for the girls and a separate set for the boys. Having the same classes, eating the same meals, choosing from the same limited options, sometimes it felt like they were trying to transform you into the same generalized idea of a student.

“I’m worried about Hyeongjun. He hasn’t been the same since he was locked up,” you shared one of your many concerns as you thought of the chatty boy who had been uncharacteristically silent even since he was released. He wasn’t willing to tell you what they had done to him though. “And these tests? They keep getting worse. Minhee could have been seriously hurt.”

You had learned soon enough that breaking rules came with punishments. Sometimes collective ones. Like when Jungmo, Allen and Haneul had tried to run away, all of you had to go after them into the dark woods to bring them back. Or when Sieun refused to eat the lunch because it was burnt, somebody else had to eat hers too. So it was better not to try your luck, not when the teachers were watching. But now, punishments weren’t even necessary when the games they came up with were just as brutal. And was it really fair when Mrs Lee said that anything could have been done in order to pass a test when somebody cheated easily and shamelessly while others would have never done that?

“The teachers said we will soon be ready for phase two. Hopefully, it will be over then,” Serim spoke up quietly, his face casted in shadows but even in the dark, you could clearly see his warm, chocolate brown eyes.

All of you had been strangers in the beginning of the term but you two had gotten close when you sprained your ankle during a PE class and he carried you back to the base, slowing down his own time but making sure you finished before the deadline too. Otherwise you couldn’t have gotten dinner that day, just one of the numerous unreasonable motivational techniques of this place.

Serim was like your safe haven in this hell of a school. He was a natural leader: attentive, considerate and having a good sense for strategies. He knew when to speak up and when to stay quiet. No wonder the others, with some exceptions, followed him well. Yet, he kept saying that you were just as good: that you had ideas and observations he would have never come to on his own. Whether he was right or not, one thing was sure: you looked out for each other, you made a good team.

“Even you don’t believe that,” you called him out on his overly optimistic and groundless claim about the next phase because it was unlikely things were going to just magically get better once the teachers deem you ready to move on. From what, to where? Who knows?

Nevertheless, the corner of your lips curled upwards because you knew that Serim just wanted to make you feel better and less worried. You appreciated his efforts albeit they were fruitless. At least it made you smile.

“No, I don’t,” he admitted, reciprocating your small smile with his own as he playfully nudged your shoulder with his, your bodies brushing over the two layers of clothes in-between yet you felt your cheeks heat up. At least the dark helped you hide it.

Still, you felt the tension around you melt away, your shoulders relaxing as Serim reached for your hand, his bigger one enveloping yours in a comforting squeeze.

“But we will get through it together,” he promised and you believed him. Watching the moonlight draw patterns on the boy’s pretty face, you felt more at ease than before. But also restless because you knew you were breaking one more rule.

You weren’t supposed to fall in love after all.

[soulmateszedits]

⌜ Minhee × Cravity ⌝ ᓚᘏᗢ

┊ ❀ Simple

[prplocks]

ᴄᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ: ᴄʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ

evershine

reblog if you save

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

[modstarfell]

Morning before "Hell"

as usual the POV is first person. this is Dahui's way of thinking etc

There was banging on my door again. I wasn’t paying attention to what the person behind it was saying. I didn’t care enough. I checked my game system on charge, it was six in the morning. School started in an hour… I got up and began putting on my school uniform. The last thing I would make sure to always bring with me was my rabbit jacket. I grabbed a few of my various hair clips I wear and headed to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door behind me to start my morning routine. After showering I tried to brush my hair straight in the mirror, only for it to curl back into place… It never liked staying straight for too long. I put my hair up in pigtails and attached my deer-clips to the tops of my hair. I then focused on the right side of my bangs, my schoolmates Minhee and Soobin had gotten hair clips for me a while back ago. They’re so noisy… Yet they’re nice to me so I humored them to keep the clips in. After brushing my teeth I unlocked the door and was greeted with my brother standing in the doorway. “It’s about time. You aren’t the only one who needs to use the bathroom you know.” He shoved past me. I didn’t care… It’s not like he’s done anything for me. I went into the kitchen and began to make toast, I may as well make some for him since I’m making it anyways. After it finished I put my brothers toast on a plate and buttered my own before heading back to my room to finish it. I wanted to play games before I left, but I still had to pack my things… I ate the toast and left the plate on my desk for now, wiping my hands on my skirt. I began picking up things that were in my bookbag off the floor and shoving them back in. I didn’t care if it was organized, at least it closed after zipping it up. Lifting my bag over my shoulder, I picked up my game controller and began heading to the front door to get my shoes. My brother came over to the door after he finished his toast and bonked my head with one of his notebooks. “You take way too long, selfish time.”

I don’t care. You’re noisy. Leave me alone. Shut up.

I turned my focus towards my console and walked outside the house. We didn’t go to the same school but his school wasn’t too far away from mine. He always got out earlier than me so he would wait for me after school and we’d walk home together. He kept talking on the way to school. I just left and turned into the school entrance, although he was still talking but I didn’t want to hear it. Since the beginning of the school year, I’ve been learning the routes of the school to get from place to place the quickest while still playing my games. I walked past everyone in the school yard who were chit-chatting. I walked into the main building and walked straight through the courtyard. All these ultimate students around me, what makes us really special… Different from one another if there’s so many of us with the same basic needs being met. The title of Ultimate Rhythm Gamer, does it really mean anything in life? I made it to my classroom entrance and paused my game. I stared at the door for a moment then up at the name tag of the classrooms. I managed to get there without even looking. Another successful run. I opened the door and went to sit in my seat. I was the first one there again… Good. More time to myself and less noise. I continued playing my game, blocking out anything that would have the chance to interrupt me. 

[fr3akinthecorner]

hey minhee jang guess what? what girl? the boys arent south korean anymore and theyre not even suicide boys theyre white arent they? well they are funny but its getting to be too much i mustnt be on that app all day laughing at white mens tweets i have better things to do how is your daddy nostradamus? hes perfect but im talking to daddy cypress now and hes scary i heard about that emily rose chan well san antonio has a lot to offer me now that i dont have to hold u back and dont worry our conversations are not boring we just need to take the time to connect hey look at this bitch, shes trying to pass the ball to me and im on my phone hey loser! get in line with the rest of the team im the captain so what minhee jang? we still need to pass to you youre going to do something to me arent you? well i follow you on the back of the bus and dance with your boyfriend at night and he loves my moves we fucked too so pass the ball to someone who isnt busy got it? wow youre going to really make me mad i was going to be nice to you and let you play again! my boyfriend fucks me better than that and we can play this game minhee jang but dont follow me on the bus anymore weirdo weirdo? im not weird youre a very strange ball passer by the way your form is all wrong it must be the same way in the bedroom and when my friend smokes her meth and we talk again i doubt youll be out of the locked closet what is she saying to me? im not going into a locked closet with you minhee jang with me?! no your body is going to form inside of it and your boyfriend has the key why dont u ask him what the fuck hey! what is minhee jang saying that youre going to lock me in a closet what?! you would do that to me? for doing what? no way shes crazy! see emily rose chan i told you it was easy to play anime games theyre in my anime and the locked closet hasnt even been opened yet and they have no idea who is going to do it who is emily rose chan? a fire bender i want to meet her! u cant know about her but listen sweety i fuck your boyfriend and you forgot to tell him maybe tell him to make a twitter and make it interesting? the girls are getting bored this conversation is not intelligent! it is to women who play anime games were in our own worlds man someones gotta let us have fun hey let me see your phone? ok so its 7:09 and youre still at practice? im the captain and i said you have to stay longer why minhee! its minhee jang and its because i have got to fuck your boyfriend while youre still here i heard about the missing ipod emily it cant be helped ok well? if emily isnt helping u why are u talking about her? thats not what i meant! god you really remind me of my family and the love playing anime games but some girls dont have daddy nostradamus like emily rose chan to save them so when you go home tonight youre going to talk to the pretty anime girls about anything at all and find the missing ipod ok? because south korea is watching us play and we want to play good i have to go emily something about a key...