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pairing: soonwoo (hoshi/wonwoo) rating: E tags: modern abo, fluff

summary:

“Someone asked me for your number the other day at the gym,” Soonyoung tells him conversationally. ��I guess he was too shy to ask you directly. It’s not just him, you know. They’re always looking at you.” Wonwoo squirms and Soonyoung comforts him with a firmer touch, his hand hot on his belly. “Bet they’re jealous of me because I got to you first.”

(Soonyoung takes care of Wonwoo’s heat.)

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found out there are only 3 works in the soonwoo tag with omega!ww… anyway new fic posting tomorrow 🚬

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re: Jihan were you thinking of I-GOYA in Hungary #2? "That's why Shua likes me. With Shua, he's very sure about the things he wants to do. He'll be like, "JEONGHAN, want to go here?" and I'm like, "Sure, let's go"." (timestamp: 15:17)

YES thank you so much 😭 that’s been itching at my brain for weeks, you’re the best 🫶

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birds of paradise [cut scene]

cut from this WIP fic jeonghan/joshua idol!verse secret relationship

Joshua’s personal manager is one of the youngest among the members and has a babyface to match. When they were hiring for the position, company staff warned Joshua about Donghoon’s lack of experience, but Joshua said he didn’t mind. He liked the idea that his manager might be able to depend on him too. He didn’t have as many solo activities back then and he thought they could grow together, which is the sort of thing that only Joshua could say with unflinching sincerity.

“They should let me be your manager,” Jeonghan had said in the privacy of Joshua’s bedroom. He was lounging on the bed watching Joshua finish up his lengthy nighttime skincare routine in front of the mirror.

Joshua huffed. “No thanks.”

“Why not? I’d take good care of you.”

Joshua unscrewed a cream as he mulled it over. “It’s not that…” 

“We’d be together all the time,” Jeonghan wheedled, but he was just playing devil’s advocate. “No one would think twice if we lived together.”

“I don’t know. I think I’d rather be a manager.”

“You’d rather be my manager?”

“No,” Joshua said, laughing softly, “I’d rather be a manager with you.”

Jeonghan sat up. “But if we’re both managers, we’d probably be assigned to different things.”

“It could be fun.” Joshua turned around to face him. The lamp on the vanity cast Joshua’s face in shadow, but Jeonghan could see the pretty sparkle in his eyes. “We can drink together and complain about work.”

It was all too easy to picture. The image made Jeonghan’s chest ache — he couldn’t tell whether it was a good or bad ache, just that it made him want to hold Joshua tight. He picked at a loose thread on Joshua’s covers. “With how our managers have it, we might not see each other for days.”

“Maybe,” Joshua said. “But when I’m having a hard time at work, I can think about how you’re probably doing the same thing and it won’t feel so lonely.”

Jeonghan looked up. Joshua was watching his hand on the bed, and his gaze followed the hand up to Jeonghan’s face as Jeonghan tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“Is that weird? It sounds like I want us to have a hard time.”

Jeonghan laughed and tipped onto his side. For a second there he felt like he was going to start crying. He’s glad he didn’t — it would’ve ruined the mood. “It’s okay. I don’t want you to be happy without me either.”

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what if jeonghan turned into a squirrel and joshua had to carry him around in his designer purse

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wish i had a jihan encyclopedia that documents everything they’ve ever said about each other. like didn’t jh once say “shua likes hanging out with me because i’m open to anything” or was it the other way around or did i hallucinate that

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something about there is no prize to perfection only an end to pursuit and in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this and all i want is my partner back something something idk

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started working on this again 🤞hoping i can make some proper progress this time

birds of paradise [preview]

WIP fic jeonghan/joshua idol!verse secret relationship

summary:

Joshua is up to something. Jeonghan doesn't mind playing along, especially if it's to his benefit.

preview:

Jeonghan can always sense when Joshua walks into a room — a side effect, maybe, of being so secretive about everything. Sometimes it feels like he’s been stumbling through the woods, the needle of his compass spinning in endless circles until it suddenly stops, locking on to true north. It keeps Jeonghan grounded during long days at work when the cameras are on and people are watching and five centimeters is an insurmountable distance. Instead of a look or a word or a touch, it’s every atom in his body vibrating in anticipation of taking one step closer.

Jeonghan looks up just as Joshua pulls off his beanie.

“Oh,” a passing stylist says, “Jiwoo did a good job. The tone really suits you.”

“Really?” Joshua examines himself in the huge mirrors, running a hand through his hair while Jeonghan stares. “I thought I’d give it a try. It’s been a while since I had this color.”

The last time they saw each other — yesterday morning that is — Joshua’s hair had been dark brown. Now it’s ash gray, like Jeonghan’s.

They match.

That thing nestled deep inside him unfurls, proud and possessive and pleased, just as vibrant as the very first time someone mixed up their names and Joshua had laughed and gone along with it.

to be continued...

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pairing: wonhoon (wonwoo/woozi) rating: E tags: idolverse, unrequited love

summary:

Wonwoo hasn’t gotten angry in a long time, but it’s been bubbling right under the surface all day, all week, maybe the past few months since Soonyoung started spending all his free time with his brand new hyung. “Are you looking for a fight?”

Jihoon swallows, his eyes flicking down and back up again. “Maybe.”

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fell into some sort of trance and wrote a wonhoon fic in 2 days, will post on sunday

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wanted to pop in and say that as expected i haven’t been working on any of the fics that i should be finishing and instead starting writing a youngpil college au that may have no future but maybe i’ll post the scraps of that sometime in the next few weeks hope you’re all well

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pairing: youngpil (young k/wonpil) rating: (no rating for now) tags: idolverse, mind reading au, slow burn

summary:

Younghyun can read minds, but it doesn’t make anything easier.

excerpt:

“Hyung?”

Something dark and heavy lifts off Younghyun’s face and he sucks in a lungful of fresh air, squinting against the sudden brightness.

Wonpil’s frowning face fills his vision. “Are you okay? Did you really sleep through all that noise?”

“Wha…?”

“Your alarms.” Wonpil straightens. It occurs to Younghyun that he’s currently horizontal in bed and that Wonpil had just very kindly pulled a pillow off his face. “They kept ringing.”

Shit. Younghyun jerks upright, regretting it when he’s hit with vertigo. Before he can topple over and brain himself, Wonpil is there, steadying him by the shoulders.

“Am I late?” Younghyun asks desperately, clutching his spinning head.

“No, you’re fine. We leave for rehearsal in an hour.” A hand, cool and soothing, comes to rest on the back of his neck. “That’s not the problem… You’re totally burning up.” Another presses against his forehead. Younghyun sighs in relief, his own hands falling limp into his lap. That feels amazing. He hadn’t realized how hot he was until now.

“Am I?”

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chapter 4 of kaleidoscopes will be up next weekend 🫡

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idolverse [jihan]

fic drabble joshua/jeonghan canon, idolverse

summary:

inspired by "why are you always so busy?"

drabble:

Mingyu’s the first to ask.

They’re out for omakase on their second go of sake, when Mingyu rests one elbow on the table and starts rubbing his ear. “Can I ask you something?”

Joshua scrapes the last bit of uni off his plate. “What is it?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” Joshua says gamely, though there’s really only one person that warrants this level of caution.

Mingyu stops fiddling with his ear and goes for it. “Why don’t you drink with Jeonghan-hyung?”

Joshua refills Mingyu’s cup and lets him return the favor before answering. “It’s not on purpose. Our schedules just never seem to match up.”

“Jeonghan-hyung says it’s on purpose.”

They clink glasses.

“Don’t listen to him,” Joshua says.

Mingyu huffs, setting his cup down. “You know he’s always bringing it up around me? He obviously wants me to talk to you about it.”

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Ugh, I don’t know. Can’t you just get a drink with him? He’s getting very annoying.”

“I told you, it’s out of my control.”

“Hyung,” Mingyu pleads.

Joshua laughs. It sounds hollow to him, but he knows Mingyu won’t pick up on it. “I’ll talk to him, alright? Don’t worry about it.” He raises his cup again, a lure to change the subject.

“Why do I have a feeling that you won’t,” Mingyu mutters into his sake.

posted on ao3 ->

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update on kaleidoscopes:

c4 is chugging along! i keep rewriting things (as usual) but it might end up being my fave chapter so far 🥲 might also be the longest… i’ll try my best to wrap it up in the next few weeks

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never imagined any of my fics would ever hit 1k kudos…. tysm to everyone who read/enjoyed iyfts 🥹🫶

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i confess i just made some edits to this chapter 🐵... doesn't change the plot but the flow of the lunch scene was bothering me

if the spirit moves me it may happen again. i apologize in advance

pairing: youngpil (young k/wonpil) rating: T tags: idolverse, mind reading au, slow burn

summary:

Younghyun can read minds, but it doesn’t make anything easier.

excerpt:

Younghyun reaches over Wonpil’s shoulder and picks up one of signed candids where Wonpil’s gazing off camera, eyes wide and mouth open. The note underneath says: thinking of MyDays ♥ heh

Cute, he thinks. Because that’s what Wonpil is. Younghyun thinks the same of Dowoon and even Sungjin sometimes, though he’d never tell. So he finds Wonpil cute more often — that’s just more of the same kind of fondness, isn’t it? He’s allowed, isn’t he?

Wonpil’s moved on to the blank index card now, his head bent low as he mulls over the short message he has to write. There’s a blue thread stuck on the back of his neck that must’ve come from his blouse.

Without thinking, Younghyun leans over and blows at it.

Wonpil’s shoulders twitch.

“Sorry,” Younghyun says, when reality strikes him a second too late. He backs away. “There’s something— a thread, on your neck.”