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masterlist | to all the boys my brother hangs out with

nct dream x reader

Pairings: NCT Dream x reader, platonic!yangyang x reader, brother!mark lee x reader

Teaser

Intro 

Part 1 - Huang Renjun, the transfer student from China

Part 2 - Park Jisung, the dancer

Part 3 - Na Jaemin, the school flirt

Part 4 - Zhong Chenle, the varsity basketball star

Part 5 - Lee Jeno, captain of the hockey team

Part 6 - Lee Donghyuck, her brother’s best friend

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love alive ⤑ jjk | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party. 〞post break up au. exes to lovers au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jungkook x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, so much angst, pining? i guess, they’re both broken up but still love each other so there’s that lmao, reader emotionally cheats a fair amount, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, pussy eating, hair pulling, fingering, dirty talk, this was supposed to be soft sex but idk what happened, okay it’s kinda soft but also feral, tender feral sex, aka the seraphjoon vibe, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, multiple orgasms

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: YEEEHAW LOOK I DID SOMETHING !! i had sudden inspo for this fic and while it HURTS it doesn’t hurt too bad i dont think. anyway, i hope you enjoy it but its like 3am so i’m going to bed now hawyeet

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ edited by my wonderful beta @shadowsremedy​

One late Friday evening, Jungkook finds himself in his apartment. He’s currently sat on the sofa, simply staring off into space as he waits for his date to return. Jungkook doesn’t really remember much about her, they’d just been to dinner and try as he might, he just hadn’t been able to focus on the conversation. One reason being none other than it had been a completely stilted conversation - first dates were always awkward - but paired with the fact he barely knows her, and that he’d been on about seventeen different first dates in the last three months, he’d found himself unable to really keep the conversation going.

Of course, the second - and more major - reason, would be that she’s not you.

But Jungkook would rather not think about that right now.

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faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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boats against the current | pjm

summary: park jimin thinks his life is all well and good, that is, until he finds out that if he wants to play quidditch for his last year at hogwarts, he needs to pass a presentation in muggle studies. and, just like the novel he needs to research, he realizes that maybe his life would be easygoing and simple, if only he didn’t fall in love along the way.

{hogwarts!au, opposites to lovers!au}

pairing: park jimin x female reader word count: 12k genre: fluff, angst warnings: spoilers to the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald. felix felicis consumption (main characters under the influence but not aggressively drunk), actual literary references, possible incorrect feeding of owls. a/n: hi i’m guyi i’m 19 and i never fucking learned how to read or write, especially after finishing this. this has sucked the lifeblood out of me. i’m actually deceased. but hey, at least the banner looks good. 

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lottery | pjm

pairing: reader x jimin

genre: angst, fluff, fluff, flufff, soulmate au, jimin is a dancer, strangers to kinda lovers to friends?? kinda? to ??? 

word count: 23.4k

warnings: explicit language, excessive cheesiness and pining, slow burn (prepare yourself now)

summary: everyone was born with a soulmate and a ring. when your soulmate was alive, the ring would be green. when your soulmate was close to you, your ring would turn white. and when your soulmate was dead, it turned black. yours turned black at the age of 20. your soulmate had died along with your hope. but then, one fateful day, it turned green again. 

a/n: this story went, and i cannot stress this enough, in a compLETELY different direction lmao. i hope you enjoy!!! also it’s partially unedited so forgive any grammatical errors or typos <3

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even so || jimin angst

Summary: Connected by an invisible red thread, Jimin and you were lucky to find each other so early on in your lives. High school sweethearts and soulmates for eternity. It was only until your dream of being a singer shattered your delusions of happiness. Jimin was left lonely and you grew busier as the days went by. Even so, you were still soulmates- shouldn’t that be enough?

Genre: angst, fluff, soulmate au, highschool au, idol au

A/N: Imagine Jimin with glasses for this one.

—

When you met Jimin for the first time, it wasn’t the breathtaking experience that so many other soulmates claimed to have. In fact, it was quite forgettable. You locked eyes with him on the first day of high school, exchanged contact information, and moved on with your day. You two were only fourteen after all, a strange age to find the love of your life.

Jimin didn’t understand the idea of soulmates at all, only knowing that a red string appeared so suddenly, wrapped around his pinky finger, that he had to chase after the other end. He followed its tracks until it led to you. He was elated to see another person clutching the string just as hard as he had, but his expression softened into apprehension after seeing you. He’s never dated before. How was this going to work out?

—

The first date was the most awkward. You were all dressed up while he wore a jacket, T-shirt, and ill-fitting jeans. He thought that you were probably looking down on him, but the way you so genuinely smiled when you first saw him made his heart melt.

You two went out to watch a movie at the mall. It wasn’t a very good one and the two of you made no interactions at all, with no pocket money to buy popcorn either. Luckily enough, Jimin had enough coins to play some games with you at the cinema arcade. You were eyeing a particular plushie in the claw machine, a sunflower with a cute little face on it. He spent coin after coin attempting to get it out. When it was down to the last two coins, you asked if you could try.

“I’m not that good though,” you muttered.

Not only did you get the sunflower out, you managed to grab the other sunflower next to it. With two plushies in hand, you seemed satisfied. Jimin blushed in absolute embarrassed, ears red and glasses foggy. Chuckling at his uneasiness, you took his wrist and planted one of the sunflowers into his arms.

“This could be our first couple item,” you grinned.

Turning you back on him, you walked towards the air hockey table where you proceeded to absolutely obliterate him in that too.

—

Jimin texted you everyday about pretty much anything, even meaningless stuff like running out of toothpaste and not wanting to cut his nails. It was weird broadcasting how his day went to another person, but it felt good to unload his thoughts to someone else besides his video-game addicted friends.

 At the same time, you’d text him all about yourself. How you loved to sing and dance, often breaking out in song during your late night calls.

“Hey stop, your neighbors are gonna complain again,” he laughed as you stomped around your room as you facetimed him.

“Screw my neighbors!” you screamed, continuing to sing your heart out to Twice. He laughed his heart out at your silliness. The shy and reserved Park Jimin had gotten used to having you glued to his side.

—

For Jimin, life never felt more at peace when he was walking you home from school late at night, earphone in one ear while you had the other. The red strings that attached the two of you together would look the most vivid when you were in such close proximity like this.

You walked side by side listening to some indie rock band that Jimin was obsessed with lately. He didn’t know if you’d like it, but he smiled at the way you swayed along with the lyrics. He took a look at his right hand, brushing against yours every step he took. He wanted to hold it. Jimin didn’t know why this thought just suddenly popped up, but he found himself paying attention to your fingers more than usual. Slowly trying to find a right time to wrap his fingers around yours, you beat him to the chase. You clutched his palm in your own.

“It’s been like five minutes, I was wondering what was taking you so long,” you teased. Jimin scoffed, his face reddening. The two of you stopped walking, opting to just look at each other instead.

He got more embarrassed as you stared him down with that mischievous smile of yours. You swung his hand around and grabbed his left one. At that point, you were just chuckling at how flustered he looked. He was so fun to tease.

The earbud had disconnected from your ear and you could better hear the music coming from the shop near you. It was playing a pop tune, a song you’ve heard millions of times on the radio. Without thinking, you started humming and playing around with Jimin’s fingers. When the chorus hit, you started singing the actual lyrics. All Jimin could do was stare at how immersed you were in your own singing. He watched as you let go of his hands and started jumping around him, dancing along even if the music had started to fade to the next one. After a few more seconds of public embarrassment, you stopped.

Jimin looked at your face and wondered if it was the right time to kiss you then. Shaking that feeling, he just patted your head and called you stupid. Jimin took your hand in his and put the earbud back in your ear. The rest of the walk home was filled with silent giggles and swinging arms.

–

Filling out a math worksheet, Jimin sat on your bedroom floor as he listened to your guitar playing. He tried to get you to study with him, but you begged for a long-deserved break. The first semester final exams were nearing, but you didn’t seem to care all that much. Jimin had the sudden urge to just pull you next to him and force you to at least solve one question. But to his avail, the only thing you’d be caught doing tonight is playing some Girls Generation song in acoustic.

A slight tapping at your door ruined both of your focuses.

“Sweetie, can you turn it down. I have a very important phone call right now,” your mother said, peaking her head through the open door.

All you did was nod. Your mother took a look at Jimin and gave a fake smile. He threw one back, but your mom had already slammed the door shut before she could see.

Your parents weren’t very welcoming people. When he introduced himself as your soulmate, the reaction that came from the both of them were disbelieving.

Most people in their lifetime would never meet their soulmates. Your parents weren’t soulmates and his weren’t either. In fact, you two were the only soulmates he knew.

Maybe that’s why you two never announced it to the world, afraid of the soulmate skeptics claiming that seeing a red string when your soulmate nearby was just a form of hallucination. But Jimin and you both knew that if anyone were to denounce the love you two had for each other, you wouldn’t hesitate to punch that person right in the face.

—

Exam season had ended and a two week break came after. It felt refreshing not being in a school uniform all the time. As you dragged Jimin through the busy streets of a nearby shopping street, you couldn’t wait to show him a surprise. The guitar case on your back bounced with every step and Jimin wanted to scold you for bringing your instrument around so carelessly. Abruptly stopping at an open space, Jimin noticed the mic stand, keyboard, and amplifiers that were already set up. You were gonna play that night.

You let go of his hand and set the guitar case on the floor. Unzipping it, you took out a sleek blue electric guitar. It looked brand new.

“Spent my whole allowance saving up for this,” you said proudly, holding it up for him to touch. “I’m gonna play it tonight.”

Jimin smiled at your enthusiasm.

“You’re gonna do amazing,” he told you, patting your head.

“Of course! Would you expect anything less?”

Almost out of thin air, your band-mates appeared one by one, cheering you on. One guy went to the keyboard and started playing some random scales. Another set down some buckets and started tapping them with drumsticks. A girl whipped her bass out and started plucking. In some weird way, they all had started to riff off with each other. You finally came in after plugging your instrument into the amp. The electric guitar sounded crisp and he couldn’t help but clap along to the beat of the music. Moving the mic to meet your mouth, you had started singing a song so familiar to him. It was the one that he showed you. That one song from the indie band. He broke out into a huge smile and sang along with your beautiful voice. 

Jimin could’ve sworn that he was the only audience member, but people started to pile up by the dozens. Now, he only seemed like a tiny speck in such a large crowd. Everyone was entranced by your voice. He was so happy for you in that moment, getting the recognition you finally deserved and having so much fun at the same time.

At that moment when you played your little solo, he wondered what he had done in his past life to deserve you. The thought was interrupted, though, when he met eyes with a professional looking man. He had a mustache and was in a full suit and tie. As if taking notes, he typed something down on his phone and took a video of your performance. Jimin clapped along with everyone else, but couldn’t take his eyes off of the strange man. In some weird way, he had a bad feeling about him.

—

It was nearing the end of your first year in high school when you got called out of class to meet a man in a black suit and sunglasses. He was a scout from some big name record label. Encouraging you to audition for his company and handing out his contact info, the man left you in the hallway feeling mildly confused. Your home room teacher who pulled you out, looked disapprovingly.

“Being an idol isn’t a stress-free job you know? I wished you put as more effort into your studies than that guitar you lug around,” Mrs. Kwon said, malice laced in her voice.

She always found a way to make you feel absolutely horrible about your love for music. Clutching the man’s business card, you didn’t know what to do. Of course you wanted to be a singer. But an idol? That was a whole different type of commitment that required years of training. You didn’t know if you were cut out for that lifestyle. But something in you wanted to prove Mrs. Kwon and even your parents wrong. Shaking your head, you went back to class.

—

“I just don’t know if I should do it,” you ranted, swaying aggressively on the swing set.

Jimin sat almost perfectly still on his as he listened to you groan on and on about how much you wanted to put Mrs. Kwon in her place.

“Why don’t you just audition? I mean, you like singing,” he reasoned.

She shook her head.

“But what if I get laughed at? What if I screw it all up and they ban me from ever trying out again!” you whined.

You looked so adorable, puffing up your cheeks and furrowing your brows. He wanted to squish you up right then and there.

“You act like you haven’t performed in front of people before,” he replied.

You stopped swinging and looked at the ground, digging your shoes into the sand.

“I don’t think I’d be good enough,” you muttered.

Jimin clutched the chains of the swing set, getting upset with your lack of confidence.

“You know, the happiest I’ve ever seen you is when you perform,” he said, standing up and crouching down in front of you to see your face.

“And I don’t think I’ll ever meet a person that sings and dances as well as you,” he continued.

You blushed and crinkled your nose at him. You were flustered with the way he was looking at you, his glasses slightly foggy. 

“You know, I’m not happiest when I’m singing,” you whispered.

Jimin tilted his head, hearing you but not quite.

A little louder you said, “I’m happiest when I’m with you.”

And it felt right in that moment to lean into him and kiss his slightly pouted lips. The two of you being inexperienced, there was no movement, but you still felt the magic of it all. After a few seconds of staying still, you took the initiative and curled your fingers around his hair, kissing him a little deeper. Jimin’s breath was honestly taken away. He wouldn’t have ever imagined his first kiss to be on a children’s swing set in the middle of the night. It felt like a cliche romantic comedy that would play on KBS. You pulled away, breathless.

“You’re really pretty,” he said after a few seconds of maintaining eye contact.

You chuckled and gave him another peck.

“You are too,” you said teasingly. To that, he pretended to shudder and enveloped you in a tight hug.

—

At the age of 16, Jimin could safely say that he was enamored by you. By every movement and every word you spoke, he couldn’t help but be infatuated.

You could say the same about him. You loved how smart he sounded when he explained math equations and how eager he was to take you out on dates. It was a literal dream come true of how well the two of you clicked. Although he was more reserved and you were sociable, the connection you two shared was practically unbreakable. Whenever you were nearby he’d toy around with his red string and wonder how lucky he was to find his soulmate when so many people in the world would never have a chance to find their’s. 

“What are you thinking about?” you asked after he completely zoned out looking into your eyes.

“Nothing,” he blushed. “I just wanted to look at your face.”

You giggled in embarrassment and gave him a quick kiss.

“No time to do that, Ms. Kwon’s gonna kill me if I don’t pass the exam tomorrow,” you said with a strong sense of determination.

He smiled and tucked a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. You sucked at trigonometry. 

—

“I got in Jimin. Oh my god I got in!” you wailed, jumping up and down in his room, clutching your phone.

The record label had emailed you a congratulation letter for making it past the three auditions necessary to join as a trainee. Out of thousands of applicants, you had come out on top. Jimin laughed at your enthusiasm and forced you to sit back down.

“I told you didn’t I? That you’d do amazing? In fact, I think you should probably thank me for being such a supportive boyfriend” he teased.

Lunging at him, you peppered him with kisses around his whole face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you repeated, crying tears of joy.

He pulled you into a soft embrace and squeezed you so tightly that it was getting hard for you to breath. He let go briefly.

“Without you I don’t know what I would do,” you cried.

“Without me you’d still be amazing,” he chuckled.

In hindsight, he probably should have said “That’s right you can’t live without me!" 

—

Jimin didn’t think you’d start training so soon. Just two weeks after passing your auditions, he stood in front of your house helping you load your luggage into your dad’s car.

He didn’t have the heart to talk about how anxious he was, especially when you stood by his side with such a glimmer of hope in your eyes. You were excited and he couldn’t ruin that for you, not even when the feeling of dread bubbled up in his throat.

"You have to promise me to text me good morning and good night everyday or else,” you said scrunching your nose and wagging a finger at him.

He chuckled.

“I think you’re gonna be the one having trouble with that,” he teased but slightly hurt with his own words. “Being an idol and all that.”

You punched his arm lightly.

“Don’t you dare forget about me, alright? I have eyes and ears all around Busan,” you teased.

All he did was laugh, but the pain was evident in his eyes. You squished his cheeks and smiled.

“I like you a lot Jimin,” you said, blushing a bit.

He smiled back.

“I like you too.”

—

Now studying in Seoul instead of Busan, you were adapting to an environment that was very much different from your everyday routine back at home. Seoul was huge and only having gone there once before moving, you felt extremely homesick without your parents or friend to keep you company.

The video calls you had with Jimin were always cut off early by your busy schedule and you’re once affectionate and emoji-filled texts became one word responses in fear of being found out by your trainers. It shouldn’t be a secret but you knew the consequences of your company finding out.

That’s the thing, though. You can’t have a soulmate if you’re an idol. It was an unwritten rule and one that wasn’t talked about because soulmates weren’t really that common anyways. You had to find that out the hard way after a phone call with Jimin led to a confrontation with your roommate Hangyeol.

“You need to break up with him, [Y/N]. Dating will ruin your chances of debuting if they find out,” she said, offering advice.

You chuckled.

“I can’t do that. We’re meant to be, you know?” you said, not really taking her words seriously at first.

“That’s sweet, but you know you’re still in high school,” she started. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea, especially after debuting. There’s so many cute guys out there.”

“Well he’s the only fish for me,” you said, eliciting an amused eye-roll from Hangyeol.

“You’re too young to be making that decision already, dummy,” she said, poking you on the nose.

“No, I mean it,” you said seriously, getting slightly irritated with her insistence. “We’re soulmates. Red string and all.”

You said this casually but Hangyeol’s expression darkened so quickly you thought you had insulted her somehow.

“Don’t ever say that again,” she said seriously, moving closer to you.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Keep your voice quiet or else the others will hear,” she said in a low whisper.

She grabbed your wrist and pulled you close.

“You’re scaring me, Hangyeol.”

“You can’t be revealing stuff like that so easily, [Y/N]. Idols can’t have what you have,” she said, clearly dodging the word soulmate. “You’ll get kicked out if they find out. Remember that.”

She took a step back from you and you could only give a tiny nod.

“C-can I ask why?” you stuttered.

“When we become idols, our fans will always be the first priority,” she said strictly. “We can’t have room for anyone else.”

Somehow, as she walked away, your lips started quivering. You had to take a step outside of the dorm to let yourself cry your eyes out. That was another unspoken rule.

Don’t show that you are hurting or else they’ll ask why.

—

The distance was killing him. Classes were boring without you being his distraction, playing video games weren’t the same without you trying to steal the mouse from him every once in a while, and waking up to his alarm rather than multiple notifications from you made his heat ache. 

It hurt like hell to see your band perform without you during the end-of-the-year school festival and it hurt even more when he started senior year without you sitting next to him during the welcome ceremony. His world felt less vivid without you and he wondered how he even lived without you by his side in the first place.

He never saw his red thread anymore, either. No matter how many times he wished you’d appear in front of him and spontaneously to engulf him into a warm hug, you would still be in Seoul and he would still be in Busan. You weren’t of much help to alleviate his feelings of abandonment either. He was right to doubt that you’d keep up your end of the promise.

Sometimes you wouldn’t respond to Jimin’s texts for days and all the feelings he’d bottled up had nowhere to go. He found himself writing letters addressed to you, but the piece of paper was meant for written rants and insecurities for his eyes only. Sometimes he wonders if he should ship it off to your company just to see your reaction, but he didn’t have the guts to even try it. Even now he doubts if you’d reply back.

He checks his phone again to see a voice memo from you.

“Hey, I miss you so much. I’m visiting for Christmas so let’s meet up then.”

He wondered why you couldn’t have just called to tell him, why you had been whispering so lowly. He ruffled his hair and called your cellphone. Unsurprisingly, itt was automatically forwarded to a voice mail.

Sunflower [4:38 PM]

sorry can’t talk right now. im around a lot of people rn

It occurred to him then that you were keeping him a secret.

—

Christmas came too soon in his opinion. He’d have been more enthusiastic to see you if it wasn’t for the dreaded intuition of his… that you were deliberately keeping your relationship under wraps.

He was certain it was the case, testing out your responses based on what time of day it was. During weekdays, you barely responded. He’d find himself double-texting and triple-texting without even you reading his messages. At night during weekends, when you were presumably sneaking out of your dorm, you’d have time to chat with him over the phone. But even then those conversations lasted less than five minutes.

You had made it so obvious and yet it took nine months of you being gone for him to realize that this distance was intentional. That he was feeling all lonely by himself.

When he walked to your home on Christmas night, your mother greeted him. He hadn’t visited since you left, feeling awkward without you there.

“She’s upstairs,” she said curtly. He bowed his head out of respect. As he got closer to the staircase, the red thread appeared once again. A surge of happiness overcame him and he was starting to feel excited. He missed how it felt to wrap it around his wrist, reveling in the thread’s vibrant color. He wondered if you felt the same too.

Jimin didn’t know what to do if he was being honest. He stood in front of your door, but it didn’t feel like he had the right to enter. He knocked until turning the door handle to open just slightly. He opened it wide when he heard no verbal response and he saw you sitting by your window, your back facing him. He coughed lightly to get your attention and you finally turned around.

“Jimin,” you said, smiling softly. There was a lack of excitement in your eyes that he just couldn’t shake off, even with the red thread being there to ease the tension. You looked different.

Your eyes were sullen and your lips chapped. It made his heart ache seeing you so unlike yourself. 

Or maybe this is who you are now.

He walked towards you cautiously, afraid you’d break at the sound of his footsteps. Jimin sat on your bed facing you. He didn’t know why, but he was nervous.

“You look tired,” he said worriedly. You chuckled in response.

“Just couldn’t sleep well last night,” you said, feigning a smile. “I really wanted to see you though.”

You took your hand in his, laughing in your head as you felt how sweaty his palms were. You missed this feeling.

“Do you wanna go see the Christmas tree at the outlet?” he asked. “I heard the lights are really pretty this year.”

You realized then that he was nervous because of your lack of response. He missed you as much as you missed him.

“Yes! I feel like we should do some shopping,” you said excitedly. It was the first time since he came that you actually gave a genuine response.

“Alright, get ready then,” he sighed of relief. “I’ll wait outside.”

Jimin moved to stand up, but you stopped him with a kiss on his cheek. He blushed a bright red.

“J-just call me when your’re ready.”

You giggled as he walked out the door. You missed him. So damn much.

—

At the outlet, you spent the whole time together ordering all the food that was restricted of you back in Seoul. You ate pancakes, donuts, ice cream- anything that would satisfy your cravings after a prolonged period of dieting. Jimin found it amusing as you spent most of the time at the outlet looking for food rather than shopping for clothes. You two had yet to exchange Christmas presents and he was getting antsy with the small box he hid in his pocket. He got you a studded sunflower hair clips, custom made by him with some help from his grandmother. It wasn’t all that much but you were never one to expect expensive gifts anyways. He hoped you’d notice the sentiment behind it.

Jimin stopped you in front of the outdoor Christmas tree, taking a few pictures together as the snow fell upon you two. He wished the red threat could have been visible through photographs, but alas you two just looked like an ordinary high school couple. As he browsed through the photos to choose which one to make his lock screen, you took out your own present for him. 

“Jimin, Merry Christmas,” you said, pushing the small envelope toward him. He saw a glimmer of sadness in your eyes that made him shudder.

“Wait let me take out your present,” he said, pulling out the box and placing it in your hands.

“You open first, Jimin.”

He nodded, peeling the sticker off of the envelope and pulling out a red string bracelet, similar in color to the thread around his pinky finger.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, smiling from ear to ear. After pulling one of your jacket sleeves up, you pointed at your own wrist.

“It’s a couple item, okay? So don’t lose it,” you teased.

He ripped the tag off the bracelet and put it on his wrist.

“Of course. Now open yours!” 

You smiled, but it was the kind that didn’t really reach your eyes. You opened the box and you swore you could cry at that moment. 

Sunflower. 

Your favorite.

“I made it myself,” he said, satisfied with the reaction you gave him.

“I love it so much, Jimin,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Put it on. I wanna see you wear it,” he insisted. All you could do was shake your head.

You sniffled and furrowed your brows. You hated that you had to say it, but you needed to. You really did.

“Jimin I have to tell you something,” you said, trying to sound calm but ultimately failing. The same feeling of dread that he felt when he first walked into your room earlier that day engulfed him.

“What?” he whispered softly.

“I… I…” you stuttered, tears ready to spill out any moment.

“Relax, [Y/N]. Take a deep breath,” he said.

You did but it only helped temporarily.

“I’m so stupid, I didn’t read the contract and I thought everything would be fine, but… but,” you said, struggling to finish your sentence.

He was patient, patting your back as you cried into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured.

You looked into his eyes and it felt like right then and there that you’d be sentenced to life in hell. 

“Jimin, I can’t be with you anymore. They won’t let me.”

A freezing sensation overcame Jimin’s body. He pulled away from you slightly.

“What do you mean?”

“They told me I’ll only get to debut if I break up with you,” you said, wishing for his warmth back. “I tried to keep it a secret for so long, but they found out after I got caught sneaking out of the dorm.”

So my suspicions were right, Jimin thought.

“We’re soulmates, [Y/N]. We need to be together,” he pleaded.

You could only bow your head down in shame. “I know, but just for now. Just until things start to work out for me and I can finally get them to understand. I promise Jimin, I just need time.”

“How long would that take?” he asked, doubt consuming his mind.

You sighed, putting you attention on the ground covered with snow.

“I- I don’t know. I just worked so hard to get to where I am now,” you cried. “They acknowledge me now, Jimin. They think I have what it takes. I really, really want to debut.”

You looked back up to him as he took you back into his arms gently. He whsipered into your hair.

“And you will. I swear you will.”

You sighed in relief. 

“Promise you’ll wait for me? That even if we don’t talk, you’ll still want to be with me?” you asked as you looked into his eyes, searching for comfort.

He wanted to say yes so badly. Looking into those tear-stained eyes with exhaustion written all over them, looking at your beautiful lips and how much he wished that he could kiss them.

But it occurred to him in that moment that it wasn’t going to be as easy as you said it would be. That it’d probably take years and looking back at the measly nine months he spent without you made his heart clench at just the thought of it. The endless pit of loneliness, the feeling of being ripped from something he knew he should’ve been a part of him. He remembered the countless letters he wrote addressed to no one in particular and how he cried almost daily at the thought of you forgetting about his existence. If he had to endure that pain any longer he’s sure he’d go crazy. If he had to watch you debut and live your life without him… it would just be too much for his heart to handle. Even as you looked at him so intently, he couldn’t find it in himself to agree.

“I’m sorry [Y/N],” he said softly. “I don’t think I can promise that.”

He pulled your hands that wrapped around him and took a step back. Your mind was spinning.

“What do you mean Jimin?” you asked, fear laced in your words.

“I don’t think I can wait for you,” he said as calmly as he could. “I don’t think I could handle anymore waiting.”

“But you said it yourself Jimin,” you cried. “We’re soulmates. We need each other.”

He nodded sadly.

“We are, but your moving on to better things in life,” he said. “You want to debut and I’m holding you back from doing that. I’d probably ruin your career if we reveal ourselves later too. You don’t need a soulmate to be happy [Y/N]. Look around us, everyone’s doing just fine.”

He was levelheaded, but in the inside he wanted to punch himself twenty times over at how he was handling this. But it was true in a way as you looked around the courtyard filled with happy couples and cute children. How many of these people were soulmates? Probably none. You could spend the rest of your life not knowing your soulmate and still fall in love and still achieve great things. But if you’ve already met the one, how could you possibly forget him?

“Jimin, please,” you said, attempting to reach out to his face. He stepped back and avoided eye contact.

“I’m sorry [Y/N], but I can’t.”

Jimin turned around without another glance towards you and started to walk away. He couldn’t see your face because if he did, he knew it would hurt both you and him more. You needed to stop him, you needed him back in your arms, but your feet refused to move- like you were stopping yourself from getting to him. You needed to say something at least, something to get him to come back.

“Jimin, I love you,” you said, tears once again cascading down your face. You didn’t think the first time you’d say those words would be when you two break up, but it was happening now and there was no going back.

He stopped momentarily, breaking down without you knowing. He wiped the tears from his eyes and composed himself.

“I love you too.”

The red thread that connected you two slowly faded away until you were there, left in front of a glowing Christmas tree and a sunflower hair clip in your hand. Curling yourself into a fetal-like position on the snow-covered concrete, you cried and cried. 

But still, people walked around you, not really paying any attention. Still happy and still thriving. Without a soulmate by their side.

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AN: I don’t know if I wanna make a pt. 2 for this, I’m kind of satisfied with the ending :3 Hope y’all enjoyed and please let me know your thoughts on this! I love the feedback you guys give me ehehe. Requests are open by the way! I’ll accept requests for BTS, Seventeen, NCT (all units), etc. Just let me know which group and I’ll see if I can write about it. Thank you guys, I’m very grateful to my readers! If I do make a pt. 2, ask to be a part of the taglist :D

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Afterparty | Mark Lee

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader 

Category: Fluff 

Summary: When you find yourself alone with Mark, the tension is almost unbearable. Who cares if things get a little out of control? Blame it on the afterparty. 

Word count: 0.7k 

You’re at the SuperM afterparty after their concert in Seoul. This may have been your first job as a makeup artist, but you had done your best.

You had sworn to be a professional when you joined, but a certain youthful Canadian had somehow found his way into your heart. You smiled softly as you remembered how he always cracked jokes and giggled as you applied concealer to his dangerously high cheekbones.

It’s 11.15 pm and you’re slightly drunk (one too many vodka-and-cokes), but it’s not only the alcohol that’s making your blood warm.

Mark’s sitting on the sofa in front of you, just as drunk, playing with the frayed denim of the hole on his ripped jeans that’s exposing way too much of his skin.

Somehow, it had become just the two of you – the others had vanished, mumbling something to do with pizza as they left.

“Everything ok Mark?” you ask as you notice him clutch his shoulder, face scrunched up in pain.

“Too much dance practice, it’s nothing” he says in response.

You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol in your system or the butterflies in your stomach, but as soon as you hear that, you walk round to the back of the sofa and place your hands on his shoulders.

Mark’s eyes go wide as you start massaging – he doesn’t say anything, letting you work your magic as he soon relaxes into your touch. His skin feels surprisingly soft beneath your manicured hands.

Mark’s eyes fall closed as he leans his neck to the side, a small moan escaping from his lips as he revels in the feeling. You lean forwards, the ends of your hair brushing against his cheek.

You feel yourself being drawn into him, and without thinking you lean down and place your lips against his exposed neck. Mark’s eyes fly open as you do so, but he stays absolutely still as if he doesn’t want you to stop.

You move off him then, and you swear you hear a small whine of disappointment as you walk around the sofa. The lack of contact is killing him, and it’s getting to you too.

As Mark opens his mouth to say something, he’s stopped in his tracks as you hoist your legs onto the sofa to sit on his lap.

The mood in the room changes, the air between you two thick with unsaid words and unacknowledged feelings. You run your hands through his black hair, touching the blonde streaks and pushing his head back slightly as you do.

He sits there, so pliable and willing beneath your arms. As you look down at him, lingering first on his dark eyes then his parted lips, you are suddenly struck with an intense desire to kiss him.

And so you do.

His lips are so sweet and responsive, and even though you’re a year older than him and you really shouldn’t be doing this if you want to keep your job, you can’t seem to find it yourself to stop.

Mark’s hands come to rest on your waist, his fingers searching for the belt loops of your skinny jeans. His hips push up against you, but you press down, keeping him firmly in place. As you lean forward in his lap to get a better angle, a sharp knock on the door snaps you out of your reverie.

You swing your legs off Mark and onto the floor, tenderly brushing his fringe out of his eyes as you do. As you walk over to the door you fan your face, attempting to return to some form of normalcy.

You hear Mark trying to slow his breathing as you approach the door. When you pull it open the first thing you notice is a tousled mop of white hair. It takes you a second to realise it’s Taeyong, standing in front of you with a smirk on his face and a pizza box in his hand.

“Started without me? Tut tut” He says, pushing himself into the room and shutting the door behind him.

Though the night was just beginning, you knew it’d be one you’d never forget.

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Play Date Trilogy

➵ Pairing: Yandere! Jungkook x reader

➵ Masterlist for all my other fics 

➵ Authors note: hello! i got carried away writing ‘tag you’re it’ ’s sequel and decided to spit them into two parts instead to make a trilogy! obviously, I do NOT condone the behaviour exhibited in these fics, they are not for the fainthearted lmao, pls do not send anon hate if u don’t like it 💕

Tag, You’re It

➵ Jungkook loves to play games with you… Hide and Seek, I spy, Playing Pretend… but his favourite game of all is Tag, and it’s only a matter of time before he catches you…

Running through the parking lot, he chased you and he wouldn’t stop, tag, you’re it, tag, you’re it, grabbed your hand, pushed you down, took the words right out your mouth, tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it

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➵ Once Jungkook’s had his fun catching you, he loves nothing more than to play with you, his favourite doll. Jungkook loves to keep you pampered and happy, trapped in his little dollhouse, safe from all of those who would want to take you. As you learn for yourself, Jungkook doesn’t share toys well…

Round and round like a horse on a carousel you go, will you catch up to love? you could never tell. He’s chasing after you like a fairytale, but you feel like you’re glued on tight to the carousel.

Milk and Cookies

➵ Jungkook’s sickly sweet ‘love’ tastes rancid on your tongue, as rancid as the lies you have to tell him to satisfy his immature moods. Perhaps, it’s time for another game of tag, but this time, you’re determined to avoid his capture…

Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk. He’s fucking crazy, needs his prescription filled. Do you like the cookies? They’re made just for you. A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too.

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jungkook scenario | the village idiots

❝ Only an idiot would lose their soulmate. Yet this is exactly what you’ve managed to do. In your small village rumours travel fast, and it’s soon whispered on all the street corners that Jungkook is destined to be with you. That only makes his visit home at Christmas all the more awkward for you… ❞

➸ prompt: I returned to my childhood town for the holidays. You’re my estranged childhood friend, and - wow! - you grew up to be hot!

➸ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➸ warnings: mild swearing

➸ requested by anon | 15k words | fluff, mild angst, childhood friends au, soulmate au

➸ author’s note: can you believe I actually got something written in time for christmas, because I can’t!? I hope you all enjoy it! I combined some of my favourite tropes, since I have no self control. I hope you enjoy fluff with a serious chance of diabetes! (and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes! I’m pretty tired!)

[Sixteen Years Ago]

The soulmate system is easy. Only an idiot could loose their soulmate.

Yet, this is exactly what you manage to do at the age of three. All when a boy, the same age as you, with black hair falling into his dark eyes, rams into you on his tricycle. And your soulmate watch falls off before you can even read what it says, or know when you were supposed to meet your soulmate.

Broken. That’s what you think it is. Not just your watch. But you, yourself - broken. You’re destined to never pair with anyone else. A complex thought for a three-year-old to grapple with.

This is how you get into that predicament:

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Play Date Trilogy

➵ Pairing: Yandere! Jungkook x reader

➵ Masterlist for all my other fics 

➵ Authors note: hello! i got carried away writing ‘tag you’re it’ ’s sequel and decided to spit them into two parts instead to make a trilogy! obviously, I do NOT condone the behaviour exhibited in these fics, they are not for the fainthearted lmao, pls do not send anon hate if u don’t like it 💕

Tag, You’re It

➵ Jungkook loves to play games with you… Hide and Seek, I spy, Playing Pretend… but his favourite game of all is Tag, and it’s only a matter of time before he catches you…

Running through the parking lot, he chased you and he wouldn’t stop, tag, you’re it, tag, you’re it, grabbed your hand, pushed you down, took the words right out your mouth, tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it

Carousel 

➵ Once Jungkook’s had his fun catching you, he loves nothing more than to play with you, his favourite doll. Jungkook loves to keep you pampered and happy, trapped in his little dollhouse, safe from all of those who would want to take you. As you learn for yourself, Jungkook doesn’t share toys well…

Round and round like a horse on a carousel you go, will you catch up to love? you could never tell. He’s chasing after you like a fairytale, but you feel like you’re glued on tight to the carousel.

Milk and Cookies

➵ Jungkook’s sickly sweet ‘love’ tastes rancid on your tongue, as rancid as the lies you have to tell him to satisfy his immature moods. Perhaps, it’s time for another game of tag, but this time, you’re determined to avoid his capture…

Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk. He’s fucking crazy, needs his prescription filled. Do you like the cookies? They’re made just for you. A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too.

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How Would You Feel (Chwe Hansol)

It’s still technically your birthday, so I’m not late!!!!!! Happy birthday, @dvoz-writes​!!! Never forget how much we love you!!!! And this also works (a little) for our 2/18 birthday boys!!!!

Word count: 3000

Inspo: How Would You Feel

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[ bestfriend!hansol x fem!reader ]

word count: 3,568 words

genre: soulmate!au; in which everyone’s faces are distorted including your soulmate’s but the distortion fades away when one confesses, best friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff

30: “You’re too attractive, cover your face.”

36: “That’s disgusting but I still like you.”

→ synopsis: You live in a world where everyone’s faces are distorted, and it has been hunting you ever since. The only way for you to have a normal vision is find the right person; your soulmate, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounds because a confession is needed to remove the distortion on the faces.

The world was too cruel, too burdensome and selfish when you only seek for normal features, not some blurred broken lines plastered on everyone’s faces. Despite the madness, you were beyond grateful that at least a tiny bit of luck was still on your side — and that luck was Hansol.

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Comforting Silence || Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader (sorry if he’s a little OC in this…)

No plagiarizing my work please…

Summary: Your boyfriend one day asks you if you could give him some company in his studio while he did his work. “I just want you to be around.” He said. “You don’t have to talk or do anything, being with you in silence is enough.”

(Was a Suga x Reader but I changed it to Chanyeol.)

“Do you want anything to eat?”

Looking up from your book to look into Chanyeol’s eyes, you smiled and shook your head. “No thanks.” you said as you rested your book on your lap and stretched your arms in the air. “But really, I should be the one asking you that. You’ve been sitting there in the same spot for like, an hour by now.”

Looking over at his hunched figure, you saw Chanyeol staring at his computer before he shook his head. “I’m good.”

Introducing Park Chanyeol, a.k.a, your boyfriend. Earlier today he had called you and asked you if you wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon with him in his studio. You were already feeling bored before he invited you and since you had no other plans, you said ok. You were missing him anyways, you felt that you hadn’t been spending much time lately, so you hoped to make it up by spending some quality time with him today, even if it meant doing nothing and sitting contently with him in his studio.

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Silver Bells || Baekhyun

Baekhyun x Reader - Wedding!AU

Series: Wedding Bells ~ A series in which you can see what it’s like to marry the EXO members :)  Series Masterlist will be posted later on in the future with the rest of the members!

Absolutely NO plagiarism of my work.

You tapped your foot nervously against the floor. You’ve been waiting for your dress to arrive for more than half an hour and you’ve been getting nervous as more and more time passes by.

“Will you please calm down?” a voice called out from your right. “I swear your gonna end up burning the ground with how many times you’ve walked over it.”

You stopped pacing and stared at your best friend in shock. “(B/f/n)!” you cried out. “My dress still isn’t here and I’m about to get married in five hours, why wouldn’t I be worried?!?”

(B/f/n) sighed and rolled her eyes. “You know your ‘soon-to-be-hubby’ would still marry you even if you went in your pajamas. Chill girl.”

You glared at her. “Don’t tell me to chill ok!” you huffed and walked away stomping to mope in the corner to weep. “Just wait till you get married and your dress comes late. Then we’ll see who’s chilling!”

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💐Wedding series: Vernon

The Wedding series will contain the ring, the proposal, the wedding and the honeymoon!  I also won’t really be editing these bc I’m so excited to start! I’ll be basing this off of American weddings since I don’t have a lot of understanding about other wedding traditions besides my own culture’s and American! 

I HAVE 4 WORDS VERNON IS DAD MATERIAL and by dad I mean like an actual father plz im a pg blog ugh :’( dad svt series after this one??? i loe key might. - Chii

The Ring

Will legit not know what to do whoops

He wouldn’t even know how to get  your ring size tbh

So he steals one of them and keeps it to get measurements

That’s how one of ur fav rings disappeared

Criss cross ring in between encrusted double bands band w/ a cushion or round diamond

Probably in silver and 1 or 2 carat diamond

SHINING DIAMONDS YEAH

The Proposal

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headphones. | c.hs

Hansol doesn’t understand what came over him when he lied about already finding his soulmate when he really hasn’t yet…

(2.7k+ words)

💜🌹💜🌹💜🌹💜

You were looking at him weirdly, becoming very confused. As if you were given a test you hadn’t studied for.

Hansol feels his face grow warm and red, wishing the world would just open beneath him and swallow him whole.

He closes his eyes for a second, trying to remember how the hell he got into this mess in the first place.

🌹

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Vernon x Hufflepuff!Reader

You’re a Hufflepuff at hogwarts and it’s almost time for the Gryffyndor vs. Hufflepuff qudditch match, and this year your two houses are the final two (this match decides this year’s winner)

And gryffindors are naturally competitive… but y’all hufflepuffs are like “Hey, it’s a game, let’s not get too aggressive here”

Because some Gryffindors are taking it too seriously and acting like this is the final battle in a war *cough cough seUNGcheOL*

So you’re like “heck yes I know what to do to resolve tensions between our houses”, and you decide that you want to bake a bunch of baked goodies like cookies and brownies and stuff for both the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff houses.

Because if your two houses can sit down together and have some sweets then maybe everyone will just chill a little bit

You tell Hufflepuff!Seungkwan of this plan and he’s like “First off- yes, because free food, but second off, won’t the Gryffindors think you’re up to something?”

Soonyoung: “Yeah what if they think you’re trying to poison them before the match”

And of course you’re like “I would nEVeR”, but before you can get too worried, Seungkwan is like “Wait wait, I know just the guy” and runs off

And you don’t see Seungkwan again until he marches up to you in the library the next day, dragging some poor kid with him

Seungkwan is like “This is Vernon, he’s a Gryffindor. If you two do all the baking together, there’s no reason for your houses not to trust one another”

So far the kid that Seungkwan introduced as Vernon has been looking at his feet after taking one glance at you and you were like “wow what did I do to you”

But at the mention of you two being together, Vernon is like “!!!”

“If it’s too much trouble you really don’t have to help me, I just thought it would be nice…” you tell him, not wanting to burden him

“No, it’s fine!” he says quickly, his head snapping up to look at you. “I want to help”

Your mood gets 1000x better just at him saying he’ll help because you’re like “mY pLAn wILL wORK, yESSS”

Next thing you know, you and Vernon are elbows deep in dough and sugar and icing and it’s. a. Mess.

You’re having fun though, like you two are chatting and getting to know one another and talking about your interests and things

At first he seemed like he didn’t really wanna talk, but after about 5 minutes of you asking open ended questions that he would HAVE to give a detailed response to, he figured he might as well just talk to you freely

The baking was a mess, but an organized mess, because after about 5 hours straight of baking, you two finally finished making all the goodies.

After cleaning up, you brought all the baked goods to the dining hall and asked Gryffindor!Mingyu and Hufflepuff!Joshua to get everyone to come

Joshua: “What if people don’t want to come?? Should I try and persuade them?”

Mingyu: “It’s free food. Literally no one would say no to that”

You intentionally put all the baked goods at one table so that the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor kids would have to sit together lmao

And this worked, everyone came in, ate together and had a good time. By the end of it, there was no more tension between your houses, and everyone was still looking forward to the match

You were so freaking happy that this worked because you hated seeing tensions rise between friends.

In all your excitement, you grabbed Vernon’s hands and jumped up and down like “We did it!!”

And this boy. He gave you the cutest and most sincere smile.

The kind of smile that catches you off guard and makes you think “wow I adore this person”

So you’re here thinking “wow I adore this person and i’m holding their hands and what iF I MAKE THIS AWKWARD OH GOD”

You shyly let go and smile back at him, pretending like you didn’t almost explode from over thinking things

The two of you clean up all the remnants of cookies and brownies that your housemates left behind and then say your goodnights, making your way to your individual dorms

Little do you know that you both are thinking the same thing, which is “oh my god they’re so great, what do I dO”

You’re like “hey, it’s might be too soon to see if I’ve caught feelings, let’s just be friends first”

But Vernon makes this…. difficult

It seems like whenever you see him in the hall and wave hello, he doesn’t seem to see you

And whenever you walk into the same room as him, he leaves

This goes on for a few days until you think about it and are like “oh my god, did he work too hard baking with me?? Did he get sick???”

Naturally, your next move is to go to Seungkwan and ask him what’s up with Vernon, and that’s exactly what you do

Seungkwan tells you the scoop and is like “yeah he’s been acting pretty weird for the past couple of days. It doesn’t seem like he can concentrate and he’s not talking a lot. Like more that his usual amount of not talking a lot”

You’re like “my suspicions are confirmed, he must be feeling sick”

You hit the books that night looking up herbal remedies to heal illness and fatigue and end up making a couple of vials of medicines that should work

The next day you walk in the library, and Vernon’s looking at some books. If you could even call it looking, he seems pretty spaced out.

You approach him and are like “Hey Vernon, I know you’ve been pretty out of it recently, and I talked to Seungkwan-”

But before you can even finish he’s like “yOU whAT?! Oh my gosh Seungkwan is the biggest blabbermouth, I shouldn’t have told him that I like you, especially when you two are in the same house and-”

Your eyebrows are raised so high they could hit the ceiling because did he just say that he likes you??

Vernon: “Seungkwan didn’t say anything about that, did he”

You: “Not even a little”

Vernon: “Well damn”

You’re like 1.) how freaking adorable, this sweet boy just accidentally confessed to me and 2.) I had an original purpose for coming here, maybe I should explain

“Well the reason I came to talk to you is because you looked like you weren’t feeling too well so I made some remedies that should help”

And he’s like “lol what no I’m fine. The only reason i’ve been out of it is because i’ve been thinking about you”

You can’t take any more of his cuteness so you just wrap him up in a hug, to which he shyly wraps his arms around your waist

Vernon: “So can I take this as a ‘oh my gosh Vernon of course I like you back, you’re the best’?”

“Something along the lines of that”, you say with a huge grin on your face, still in his strong embrace

After this adorable accidental confession, the word gets out that you two are now dating, because Jeonghan happened to be “asleep” at a table in the library just close enough to you two to hear everything. Jeonghan told Joshua, who told Soonyoung and Seungkwan… and you can imagine how the word spread from there

Seungcheol is the proudest dad and like “LOOK AT MY GROWN BOY, GETTING HIMSELF A SIGNIFICANT OTHER” and Vernon’s like “can you not plz”

You two are really compatible because if he doesn’t feel up to being social then you guys will just hang out together and watch movies or sit in the park and people watch. But if you two decide you’re going to, for example, go to the final match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, you two go all out. House colors on all clothing, face paint, little hand made flags, the whole get up.

Vernon: “If Gryffindor wins, you owe me a kiss”

You: “If Hufflepuff wins, you owe me 100 push ups”

Vernon: “hOW is thAT fAIR”

And guess who wins?? Hufflepuff.

Vernon’s like “please don’t make me do this” and whines enough so that you end up reducing it to ten push ups

“Can I still have that kiss though?”

“…I don’t see why not”