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JEONGHAN in MAESTRO (2024)

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gym crush | choi seungcheol

fluff | 1151 words | suggestive descriptions. i’m y/n’s just really thirsty

an: please take this as a formal invitation. requests are open! (whether i answer on time is another problem)

you don’t like the gym. absolutely not. it gets super hot and humid inside, it stinks of sweat, and the big machines always intimidate you.

what to do? you’re just a girl.

you usually wouldn’t even phantom the idea of stepping foot into the gym if it wasn’t for your best friend. really, the only reason why you’re even sitting in one right now was because you arrived too early for your meet up with him.

that’s how you ended up perched on a high stool, legs swinging as you patiently look around while soonyoung finishes up his last few sets of… pull-ups? you’re honestly not sure. how he’s still chatting with you while completing his sets – barely panting through it, too – is beyond you.

“so i was thinking,” soonyoung casually starts, lifting himself like he was made of paper. “we can get dinner at the new italian place downtown? i heard they’re having a opening promotion right now.”

“mmh, sounds good.” your eyes are flitting all around the gym, trying to find something interesting enough to catch your attention.

“right, i almost forgot! seokmin texted earlier; he said he’ll drive by to pick us up later too.”

“really? that’s great.” you sound enthusiastic but your hunched posture informs soonyoung otherwise. at this point, your best friend can tell that you’ve tuned out of the conversation. he huffs at the way your eyes zone into the far corner of the gym, where the weight benches are. soonyoung scoffs more when he realises your eyes are trained on a very specific person, watching intently at the way the muscles on his arms bulge every time he lifts a dumbbell.

“yeah, he also said he saw mingyu running into a tree earlier… even said a rat fell on him and started pulling at his hair and controlling him like a robot. do you think the rat would make a better chef than mingyu?”

“wow really? that’s great.” your replies get progressively monotonous as you keep your eyes trained at the corner. yeah, now he definitely knows your mind has completely left the conversation.

your breath hitched as you watched the mystery man run a hand through his faded red hair, baggy t-shirt sleeves hitched up to reveal more of his biceps? triceps? never have you ever wished you paid more attention to your biology lessons back in high school.

everything about this mystery man has you swooning. the thick veins on his hands running up his arms, the way his eyebrows furrow in concentration, how the sweat glistening on his forehead seemed to cast a heavenly glow all around him. you can’t forget the grunts he lets out with every movement, entrancing you with his deep voice. gosh, even his hands are perfect. an angel has descended to soothe all your gym-related problems, converting you into a devout worshipper of his physique.

you’ve never been more thankful for soonyoung’s suggestion to wait in the gym.

soonyoung’s arms may be burning from hanging on the pull-up bar for too long, but he just couldn’t believe his eyes; your mouth is hanging open and– wait, is that drool?! is his best friend really drooling over a man in the gym?!? a laugh of disbelief escapes him as he finishes the last of his rep. soonyoung mutters a quick prayer of thanks to god for gifting him prime blackmailing material. he drops back to the ground and swiftly snaps a picture of you, in all your thirsting glory, before he picks up the rest of his stuff.

“y/n,” he calls out. “i’m gonna hit the showers and then we can go. you good staying here on your own for a bit?”

“yeah, yeah! i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” you wave him off, not even bothering to turn towards your best friend. soonyoung lets out another tut as he turns towards the gym’s locker room. that is, before a brilliant idea comes into mind.

“hyung!”

the red-haired man turns towards soonyoung’s voice. “hoshi, you’re going already?”

your best friend nods his head, grinning at how your eyes seemed to pop out at the way he was casually talking to your new-found eye candy. “are you doing anything tonight? i’m meeting seokmin and the others for dinner later, wanna join?”

“kwon soonyoung!” you whisper-hiss. “what the hell are you doing? you guys know each other!?” is that blush creeping up your neck he sees? the tips of your ears tinge so pink soonyoung thinks he can almost feel the heat radiating from them.

“thanks, but i’ve already got plans.” the mystery stranger shoots you a gentle smile, flirty (flirty?!) wink (WINK?!?) towards you. still, you can’t hide your disappointment; you would’ve loved to get to know this new-found work of art more.. “maybe next time? you can properly introduce me to your pretty friend then too.”

soonyoung thinks he heard a strangled cry from you, coughing as you somehow manage to choke on your own saliva. he chuckles at your suffering. “sure, hyung. i think she’d like that too!”

soonyoung doesn’t know what to expect when he finally emerges from the locker room cleaned and refreshed, but it definitely wasn’t you raining attacks on his sore arms and shoulders. seungcheol (he had introduced himself to you while soonyoung was gone– in fact, the two of you managed a whole conversation while he was gone (no, you were so shy and embarrassed you were barely able to keep eye contact with him)) waves at the both of you as you leave the gym to wait for seokmin to arrive.

you’re convinced the blush on your cheeks is going to be a permanent feature of tonight. it doesn’t help that it becomes the main topic during dinner with seokmin and mingyu, the other two boys cracking up at soonyoung’s dramatic retelling of your new-found gym crush.

(it also doesn’t help that you had a balled up fist under the table all night, hiding the hastily written phone number on a piece of paper that seungcheol had managed to slip to you while you were leaving, mouthing the words ‘call me!’ behind soonyoung’s back.)

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“remember when you couldn’t keep your eyes off me when we first met?” seungcheol swings his arm around you, broad shoulders almost engulfing you whole.

you groan, choosing instead to bury your head into your boyfriend’s chest. soonyoung cackles from across the booth. you have to physically restrain yourself from clawing him alive.

“hyung it wasn’t just that; she was drooling over you!” he wiggles his eyebrows, ignoring the daggers you were staring his way. blush makes its way up your cheeks, dusting them pink.

seungcheol laughs, planting a kiss on the crown of your head.

“if it makes you feel better,” he whispers in your ear. “you were my gym crush too.”

soonyoung almost falls off his seat laughing when you blush even harder.

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EVERYTHINGS & NOTHINGS trailer

pairings: h.s. senior! choi chanhee x h.s. senior! fem. reader

tropes: childhood friends to lovers. mutual pining.

commentary: third pov, fluff, no use of y/n, readers last name is kim, chanhee and reader are kids here.

summary: wherein you are each others favorite person to do everything and nothing with.

word count: 1.3k

tags: @hansooasis

note: please let me know if you’d like to be tagged once i post the full-length version!

It wasn't strange for the youngest Choi son and the youngest Kim daughter to vanish in whichever household their families decided to meet at to escape their parents' probing eyes. They were close, and everyone was well aware of this—the two had been fond of each other since they were newborns.

Upon the Kims' arrival at the Choi household, the youngest Kim couldn't contain her excitement. She dashed towards her friend, who was patiently waiting for her at the top of the porch steps. With a joyful shout, he called out her name and hurried down to meet her. The younger girl threw herself into his waiting arms; he knew she missed him as she nuzzled into his shoulders, took a deep breath, and deepened their hug. He reciprocated by deepening the hug and patting her head.

The boy pouted, wishing they didn't live so far apart. He thought about the thirty-minute commute their families had to make to visit each other. The drive felt like a hundred miles to the six-year-old pair.

Wordlessly, they gave each other a knowing look as they pulled apart from their embrace and escaped down the street, hand in hand, before their parents could usher them inside. Their summer days were to be spent riding bikes around their neighborhoods, splashing around streams looking for tadpoles, and sipping the sweetest of lemonades on rainy days, not spent indoors or stuck between their older siblings' rivalry, whether it was pretended or not.

This time, however, their troublesome ideas could get them in, well, trouble. Once their older siblings stopped their bickering, they finally took notice of their younger siblings or their lack of presence. The couple gave their older siblings the slip after the adults told the eldest to look after their siblings. The older pair knew they couldn't return to their parents lest they be willing to welcome a potential scolding for not paying closer attention to the devilish duo. Minutes turned into an hour, and the pair returned anxiously at sunset at the elder Kim's suggestion that their younger siblings could be home.

Disappointed but not surprised at the disappearance of their youngest, neither of the four adults worried that their children were nowhere to be seen, not until the air had grown chilly and the sky darkened. Their mischievous nature, a common trait that often got them into trouble, was also what made them endearing to their families.

When neither of their children attended dinner, Mrs. Choi asked her oldest son to take a plate up to Chanhee's room, where they were undoubtedly hiding and immersed in their own world; when they were in that state, it was best to leave them alone. When Beomgyu returned with a full plate and an announcement that Chanhee's room was empty, the parents finally stood.

The adults split in separate directions, and their older children were instructed to stay behind in case the troublesome duo reappeared. Neither child responded to their parents' shouts or pleas for them to come out. Their mothers ran like they did when they were schoolgirls, holding back tears and keeping the worst thoughts from springing to their minds. The fathers lost all decorum as they searched the Choi grounds; they were the ones who stumbled across the children.

The youngest, Choi and Kim, were slumped together, lying on the grass underneath the tree house their parents had designed. The fathers were surprised to find the eldest Kim girl looking after them. The girl explained that Beomgyu thought their younger siblings might be curious about the tree house's construction and had gone to inspect the progress. It was thanks to him that they managed to find their sleeping siblings. As they noticed Beomgyus's absence, the boy showed up seconds later with their mothers in tow.

The women sighed in relief at seeing their children sleeping peacefully, clasping each other's hands. They gently separated the pair to cradle them against their chests. The children seemed unrepentant of their actions as they recalled their day in a vibrant dream. Seeking each other's touch, their eyes fluttered open, and their parents quickly lulled them back to sleep; the adults had enough of the duo's trouble. In their innocence, the children were oblivious to the worry and fear they had caused; their only concern was each other's presence.

The parents promptly returned to the Choi estate to tuck them into Chanhee's bed, careful not to wake them up; it was a miracle they fell asleep so early. When the pair heard Chanhee's room doorknob click shut, their eyes flashed wide, and they smirked wickedly at each other. Chanhee couldn't help the giggle that slipped, and his friend quickly covered his mouth before anyone noticed they were awake. 

"Shh, try to be as quiet as possible, Chanhee," the girl whispered, carefully uncovering the boy's mouth, "We don't want them to hear us. We escaped a scolding tonight, so let's not push our luck." Her voice was filled with caution and excitement, reflecting the children's shared adventure and determination to avoid getting into trouble.

The pair stilled when their siblings passed, bickering once again after a temporary cease-fire. Once they were gone, Chanhee gently poked his friend's cheek and asked, "Do you think we'll be in trouble tomorrow?" 

His friend pondered his question while he patiently waited for an answer. "Hmm, I don't think so. Mom and Dad leave tonight, and your mom and dad aren't as strict as mine, so I think we'll be fine," she whispered back.

He stretched gently, nodding in agreement. "When do you think they'll finish the tree house?" he asked, burying a yawn, "I want it to be done already," he complained with a pout, his eyes shining in contrast to the opaque night light.

The girl suppressed a yawn, shrugging with a hum. Struggling to keep her eyes open for a second longer, she closed them as Chanhee started to hum a tune. "I don't know when, but you wanna know what?" she turned towards him, eyes still closed. When he hummed for her to continue, she said, "I don't care if it's not done by the time I leave. Wanna know why?"

He continued humming his made-up song, but the girl knew he was listening, so she continued, "Because as long as we're together, I don't care where we're at or what we do, I really missed you, Chanhee," she opened her eyes to find her best friend staring right back her, "that's why I told mom and dad to ask your mom if we could stay over, i'm never letting them take my sister and me on their work trips ever again," she finished with a huff and puff causing the boy to giggle softly.

 "I missed you," he admitted, pulling her into a hug, "and I don't want to have to wait again for so long to see you," He closed his eyes and began to hum the tune from earlier; nothing was left to be said between them.

"I was in a lot of pain after you left me, I wondered how you were then."

Chanhee continued to hum, singing a chorus he felt from deep within. He had missed his friend tremendously to the point of nearly driving his family to insanity. His parents eventually asked her parents to let the pair talk every night, and they agreed quickly since they were dealing with the same issue from their daughter. It was never enough, though; the pair had never been apart for so long before.

It wasn't until he felt the steady breathing of his friend that Chanhee shut his eyes, hugging her tighter and asking one last thing in tune before joining his friend in a shared dream, "너도 나만큼 나를 떠올렸을까."

afterword: i wanted to publish the full-lenght fic today since it's chanhee's birthday today, but I'm not happy with it yet so I'm just dropping this trailer for now. i want to post something i’m proud of that i think you will all enjoy; so i’ll wait until i feel better about it. anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed and are looking forward to the full-length release!

also, shout out to 0221 after by NEW please go stream on soundcloud! i added the lyrics to this scene cause it fits so perfectly… me and chanhee are on the same wavelength fr. ALSO watch the new tbz boylog with chanhee in jeju! that’s where i made the gif from. ugh not me promoting my man (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)/♥︎

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JEONGHAN as the 'God of Capsaicin' — GOING SEVENTEEN COMEBACK SPECIAL (The Musical Heirs)

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this turn of events | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader

word count: 1172 words

author's note: every time i write something with wayv i can and will make them speak in chinese / their dialects if possible, so i guess we can’t really be surprised that when i say “their language”, i really just mean wenzhounese. i can’t speak wenzhounese myself, so i’m trusting google on this one. hope you enjoy <3

author's note 2.0: winwin believes in fate btw. if you even care. (source: the panda video at 3.40)

taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @welcometomyoasis

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Sicheng glanced up at you, his ruler, and his heart softened. You were strong, courageous, but most of all, you were whole. You had been split apart time and time again and you still stood there, fully whole and scarred from the fractures. You smiled your glorious smile, the one that made kingdoms crumble and cities tremble, that led countries to their downfall.

In his heart, he didn’t think he had ever held so much love for anyone—not for his sister, whose hearing they were currently attending, not for the parents that had laboured to give him such a good life.

No, the only person he held in his heart was you, the hurricane that had dredged him out of the outer circle, that had molded this farmer’s son into the highest of the royal guard.

If your intoxicating aura could have been hidden away like a secret, in a cave full of treasures and wonder, they would have done you in. Yet, your spirit roamed free, never crushed underfoot by conquerors. The people's attitude had no effect on you, only providing a source of amusement which you enjoyed greatly.

Sometimes, when your eyes twinkled like that, mischief and resignation muddled in a cloudy mess of emotions, Sicheng was afraid. Not afraid of you—never afraid of you—but afraid for whoever had incited that mischief, for he knew it would never end well.

He knew that two months earlier, when he had attempted to break Sixue out of prison, that he had intentionally been left as the only guard on duty. You trusted him, and your brother hadn’t interfered, because he’d wanted to test Sicheng.

He hadn’t passed that test, evidenced by how they were gathered in that courtroom again, awaiting judgement.

Earlier, when Sixue had been led into the courtroom, her eyes haunted and dull, lips cracked and dry, Sicheng had felt a flash of a headache. It happened when you exerted a great amount of power over him, typically when he was being stubborn, but it was gone in an instant.

Because even without you controlling him, he could feel your stare against his back, and that alone was commanding enough for him to listen.

Sicheng hadn’t intended to go towards Sixue, even if her gaunt body and the blood that had dried crimson on her skin worried him. Because you had told him not to, and he trusted you with his life. By extension, he trusted you with Sixue’s as well.

One glance at you now, back rigid and gaze emotionless, would send shivers down anyone's spine. With your narrowed eyes, taut lips set into a line, it was easy to overlook the spots of pink dusting your cheeks, a telltale sign of your investment in this trial.

It hadn’t been hard for you to offhandedly make a decision to give Sixue a trial instead of immediately sending her for execution—and though Sicheng had bristled at how much power you held, he found comfort in the fact that you would never wield that power carelessly.

He wasn’t sure how you were intending to turn this trial in your favour when you weren’t allowed to speak, and as he watched Sixue, worry tugged at his heart. Upon questioning, Sixue’s words were hollow, hair hanging like a sheet in a drawn-back ponytail. Her fingers kept twitching, and Sicheng noticed her fingernails were grimy with dirt.

Sixue denied all of the accusations, which was a complete change from her attitude the last time she’d been brought before you. What Sicheng didn’t know was that you had instructed her to deny all accusations, and you would take care of the rest.

With little to no evidence to prove her guilt, and your silence encouraging the judge to let her go, Sixue was released.

Once the trial had ended, she was brought out of the courtroom, albeit no longer in chains.

Sicheng turned towards you, pleading gaze begging for your permission to speak to her, and you blinked slowly, guiding his foot to take one step in Sixue’s direction.

He didn’t need to be told twice, sprinting out of the courtroom and darting down the steps to where Sixue was, ready to wrench her out of the guards’ grasps, but then he caught himself, stopped, and inhaled.

“I’ll take it over from here.” He issued it like an order, the same way he imagined you would have, and the guards looked at each other before shrugging and handing her over.

As soon as they were out of earshot, backs turned towards the brother and sister, Sicheng wrapped Sixue in a hug so tight she had to pry herself out of it, gesturing to her blood-stained clothes and the bruises on her limbs.

“Agū.” She said one word, but the weight of it was unbearable for Sicheng. That one word was filled with years of memories, Sixue always turning to her older brother in times of trouble; when she scraped her knee or sprained her ankle, when she got tanned after spending too long in the sun and she cried because she would never be fair again.

Now, she was indeed fair, pale, even—and still she called out for Sicheng. Agū. He was her safe haven, the only constant in her life, the one who would attempt to rescue her even with the threat of execution hanging above his head.

She crumpled in his arms like paper, fragile and easily torn, so light and frail she might have flown away if the wind blew too hard.

“Why… why would the Crown do that for me?” she whispered, referring to you the way all peasants did, as “the Crown”, or in their language, huáng guān. 

“The Crown is a complex person,” he shrugs. “I’ve known them for so long, and yet I can never claim to know what exactly goes through their mind. I just know they’re not half as cruel as the rumours say.”

“They almost cut off my foot,” Sixue hissed, recoiling at the thought.

Sicheng rested one hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “The dagger would never have fallen on your foot. It was a mistake not to trust them then, because maybe if I’d left the dagger alone, they wouldn’t have sent you immediately for execution, and I wouldn’t have panicked and tried to break you—” He was cut off by Sixue clamping one hand over his mouth.

“Don’t voice it aloud. The walls have ears.”

Either way, as soon as Sicheng said it aloud, he knew that if he hadn’t changed the course of that dagger, you wouldn’t have had anything to bring your brother down with. In some ways, the world worked like that—if fate hadn’t brought him to you, he wouldn’t have had the money to keep his family alive.

Sixue would have spoken, but just then, you appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“My brother’s trial is in a short while,” you informed Sicheng. “Be ready.”

Sicheng nodded, and turned to Sixue. “Take care of yourself.”

Sixue hugged her brother once more and was off.

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sign of the times

author’s note: this is a more serious themed request. as someone who definitely doesn’t have the most desirable body and is struggling right now this request was a very sweet one, it was my pleasure to write it.

synopsis: when you feel insecure seungkwan is there to show you how much he loves all of you.

word count: 1.0k | genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort | pairing: seungkwan x gn! reader | warnings: heavy topics mentioned, body image issues, insecure reader, mental health mentions

you never considered yourself to be the most stunning of them all, the star of the room, the shining diamond. you knew everyone had their flaws, of course they had, however the human heart doesn’t always know everything your brain wants it to believe. self love is a very fragile thing, and can be broken just as easily by a feather as if it weighed tonnes like a block of bricks.

when seungkwan entered your bathroom the first thing he noticed was the way you quickly looked away from your form in the mirror, a sense something he never expected to see shine in your eyes…disgust? you pulled your shirt down subtly, and brushed your hands delicately under your eyes in a quick motion before turning to him. the smile he loved dearly was present on your face, but he knew better; it was the shadow of its own twin, the real one. you got very familiar with shadows recently, the cracks of sunlight disappearing slowly but surely, undetected to the naked eye. you were going through a rough time in your life, the stress taking a toll on you. just by this one moment of being caught red handed he saw through it all; you didn’t know how he saw the single teardrop proving being in pain dropping from the corner of your eye, sitting below your pretty lashes stubbornly. how his eyes drifted to the wavering of your hand above the soft material of the clothes covering your precious being, the other grabbing it angrily, holding onto the fabric for dear life as it was your saving grace from an unknown threat. he slowly raised his gaze, boring into the orbs of your own, searching for an answer he had not received thus far.

“hi.” you whispered in a gentle tone, the love for him never leaving from your irises which always smiled at his every day and every night. “hi.” he replied back; one step forward, two steps forward. “my love.” he kissed your cheeks; one cheek, the other cheek. his breath was warm and tender, felt like home. the sigh escaping his lips made you realise: he was your home. and being home provides endless comfort when needed. “i can’t find love towards myself anymore, seungkwan.” you smiled again, this time sadness seeping through the line between your lips. he smiled back at you, mirroring your face. “i know.”

he was silent throughout the moments when the tears fell, when the hands once dangling on your sides searched for support by connecting around his waist, head taking a rest on his being; trying to find solance in home. “you are okay. we have been here before.” it was like breathing to him; loving you, taking care of you, making sure you were protected, well. it was light for him like a feather, the weight of your burdens, your concerns. “just to stop you from crying, i would take it all. take it all if i could.” his heart burned and twisted with sorrow, his everything was in pain. you felt his big hands give you a squeeze. “i am here, i am listening sweetheart.” so you talked. and talked. and talked. “i am becoming the shadow of my true self. stretch marks, eye bags, cellulite, sadness.” his most hated confession to hear, to get information about. how lowly you thought of yourself sometimes made him itch to solve the issue, to love you so much more he already has, to want to show you more how much he treasures you.

“i have a question for you, my love. do indentical snowflakes exist?” you looked at him confused. “of course not, every one is different, it is common knowledge. but why would you ask me this all of a sudden?” his grin made you laugh, even though you didn’t know the reason behind it, just seeing him made you happier. “exactly because you said what i wanted to tell you yourself. that being unique and different applies to every human being. and snowflakes change after being formed, just like humans do after being born. sometimes one bit melts off, then another one finds it and they get attached in a new shape, molding the flake throughout its whole journey to the ground. they are never perfect, always changing. you and me, we too always change, sometimes we are at the top, nearly what we perceive as perfect, then fall apart a bit, just to be rebuilt again. what you’re going through, mentally or physically doesn’t mean you are not yourself. and certainly doesn’t give a reason for you to feel insecure in front of me, ever. i love you for you, and i swore i would love you always. so please, don’t hide your uncertainties and pain anymore?” he shyly pleaded, tears visible in his eyes. he himself didn’t expect to get this emotional, but seeing, feeling the fear, the sadness you locked in your heart made him angry. angry at your surroundings for making you stressed, for making you overwork yourself to the point where you didn’t even recognise yourself anymore. angry at the world for making you feel like you had to be…ashamed? why would you be? just because your body changed? what does that have to do with one’s heart and true soul? he didn’t know. your sobs never stopped; they were like a desperate cry out for him, and he wished he could heal you faster than time, however he knew this was gonna be a long journey.

he kissed the top of your head, swaying from side to side by the bathroom sink, letting you grab him tightly, taking the place of the fabric of your shirt. “you don’t have to say anything right now. let’s stay like this for a little while.” he felt you nod against him, quietly hiccuping while trying to process his words, trying to find the truth in them; trying to accept them, accept yourself again.

the next time he spoke he didn’t know how or when would his words come true, but he knew he was right. “we’ll be alright my love. you will be alright.”

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big spoon, little spoon | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which ask your boyfriend if he wants to be big spoon or little spoon. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing (in the dark lmao), one curse word, terms of endearment, just boo being rlly affectionate :< WORD COUNT. 1.2k

requested from anon: congrats on 2k lovely!!! ❤️❤️❤️ for ur event may i please req seungkwan + #6 list one? thank u ahhhhh and congrats again - #6: "I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms."

notes: thank u my love !! i hope u enjoy <3 i had too much fun writing this pls 😭😭

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"Okay, so big spoon or little spoon tonight?"

Seungkwan just freezes from where he stood in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush still dangling at his lips with bits of foam at the corners of his mouth. You're literally staring at him like you're waiting for him to answer and that it wasn't actually a rhetorical question.

"Are you asking me𑁋okay, wait." He marches back into the bathroom to hastily spit and rinse out his mouth, before coming back out with determination in his step. "Are you asking me if I want to be big spoon or little spoon?"

There's a playful lift to your lips as you sit down on the edge of his bed, and Seungkwan can very much see that slight mischievous look to your features. He can already feel the heat of the moment shoot up towards his ears, and he prays that the room is dark enough to hide it.

"Yeah, I am. Since, you know, we always sorta switch around every day," You say, nodding with a teasing grin. "And, well... I'm being considerate, as your partner and all. I gotta know all your preferences..."

God, Seungkwan feels like he's sinking into quicksand at his feet. Are you really at his place every day? He hardly ever thought about how often you were here, like how these nightly rituals had practically become routine now. He swears his heart does a little happy flip-flop at the thought.

It all started with movie night dates that bled into you two eating breakfast together, dinner dates that turned into you helping wash dishes at three in the morning, and then that particular comfortable silence that settled completely at this point. Every day, there always seems to be another reason for you to stay a little longer, another excuse to linger until the streetlights cast an orange glow through his curtains.

And Seungkwan knows he won't ever get tired of it𑁋he won't ever get tired of having you around. Not now. Not anytime soon. Not ever.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling whatever embarrassment he had in his chest start to dissipate and replaced by a rush of warmth.

"Okay, well, as your very considerate and caring boyfriend..." He crosses his arms together. "what do you prefer?"

You purse your lips together, as if deep in thought. You didn't mind being either little or big spoon, but the thought of Seungkwan having his arms around you right now𑁋if you could describe it𑁋felt like being wrapped by a warm cloud, a feeling of pure, weightless security that chases away all possible worries.

But it isn't just about the comfort, although it's certainly a big part of it. It was the feeling of being safe and cherished, completely enveloped in his embrace. It was the feeling of home.

A slow smile graces across your face.

"I'll take little spoon," You answer gleefully, already crawling more onto his bed and tucking yourself under the covers with a little wiggle. Whatever façade Seungkwan had been putting up crumbles completely at the sight. A blush creeps up his neck, barely visible in the dim light, but his smile widens.

He chuckles softly as he joins you on the bed, slipping under the covers beside you. After flicking the lampshade off, he carefully maneuvers himself right beside you until he feels your warmth hit his skin. Then he slowly circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body, with your back meeting his chest. A low, contented hum leaves his lips as he simply holds you.

You wriggle in slightly, and he adjusts his hold, letting an arm curve over your stomach and the other one under your body to pull you even closer, fingers momentarily brushing against the hem of your shirt. You feel your legs entangle together under the blanket, and you swear the world gets smaller, quieter.

Seungkwan thinks you fit perfectly in his arms; it's like you've always belonged there.

"Comfortable?" he asks, voice muffled against you.

Your chest rises up and down with a soft sigh. "Mhm..."

The moments that pass are purely silence as he continues to hold you. You could probably fall asleep at this second, yet you feel the way Seungkwan's hand drifts lower from your waist, tracing gentle circles on the fabric of your shirt above your stomach. It's light, just barely there, but it sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless.

And then you feel him moving around behind you, breath tickling your skin, before his lips press a brief, tender kiss to the nape of your neck.

Maybe you can sense the small smile to his face right afterwards, too.

"You're so soft," he mutters, but there's a bit of tentativeness to his tone.

Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest. "I𑁋Aren't we supposed to be trying to sleep?"

"Sorry," Seungkwan apologises, but you can still hear the smile in his voice. He presses another gentle kiss to your neck, then draws back, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. "Just like holding you like this."

The giggle that leaves you is shaky, nervous, as if there's a small, timid butterfly trapped in your ribcage struggling to take flight. He can probably hear the way your heart is pounding like a damn drum right now, but he doesn't comment on it. Thank goodness.

A thought crosses your mind, and it takes you a minute to cave into flipping yourself over to face him. A groan escapes him from the sudden change in position, but he quickly settles. The two of you can't really see each other that well since the room was basically suspended in darkness, but you can clearly feel his presence beside you, all comforting and familiar.

"I like being held by you too," You confess quietly, each syllable laced with your own hesitancy. "I... I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms, to be honest."

The sound of Seungkwan's breath hitching echoes throughout the room. Are the walls closing in? He's not hallucinating or imagining any of this, right? He wishes he could pinch himself, but he's busy holding you, and you're the only thought filling his mind right now.

He leans in closer, ever so slowly. He can see the faint outline of your face thanks to the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains.

But just as his lips are about to meet yours, you feel a sudden contact at the tip of your nose. You flinch a little, scrunching your nose up for a second, and Seungkwan pulls back immediately with a gasp.

"Oh my go𑁋did I just𑁋" He stammers frantically, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..."

"Baby," You call out affirmingly, aimlessly bringing a hand up to cup his face through the darkness. Then you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, or specifically... the corner of his mouth. Close enough, anyway. "There we go."

Seungkwan just blinks, eyelashes batting furiously as he feels you shrink back into his hold. This time, you place your head at the crook of his neck, breathing fanning against his skin and making him shiver in your hold, even though he's supposed to be the big spoon.

"Let's go to sleep," You murmur lowly, and if he wasn't used to how pretty your voice sounds when you're tired by now, he should really get his shit together.

And so, Seungkwan just secures his hold around you, but not before mouthing a set of three words that he knows you can't see in the darkness, but hopes you can feel in his embrace.

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if the line holds | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader

word count: 1534

taglist: @welcometomyoasis ,, @slytherinshua

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Sometimes, you couldn't trust your eyes.

You’d learnt this lesson from faded memories that clawed at your insides if you indulged in them for too long, experiences of your brother torturing your mind and planting visions of insects crawling over your skin.

You had scars all over your arms, your legs, any expanse of skin that you could reach in those hours where you had been locked up. Hungry and sleep-deprived, your mind had been in the prime state for your brother to manipulate, causing you to see things that had never been real.

Your brother used to be your role model, before everything went to hell.

At first, everyone had thought he was a natural born ruler. Far better than you, a scrawny, book-smart child who never amounted to any sort of leader.

Then, by the time he was ten, he was so power-hungry and vicious that your parents had done everything they could to prevent him from becoming king. They had done their best to squash any sort of revolution, punishing all of his supporters and restraining his movement to one tower of the castle.

You had visited him often, still, your younger self not quite understanding what it meant to be the heir to the throne. You hadn’t known that your brother was, by that time, so vicious he would eat you alive if it meant he would survive just a second longer.

When you had visited, you had been entranced by the images he had conjured up in his tower, the visions of grandeur that graced his imaginary windows. It had enthralled you, pulling you to visit again and again.

Some days you would bring food, seeing how skinny your brother had gotten, and some days you would bring stories. You had always had an offering of some sort to give to him.

Then one day, the offering had been you.

Your brother had wrenched the food from your hand and tossed you into a cell you had never seen before, possibly because he had hidden it behind his pretend world of sand and shore.

You had lain there for days, losing track of time between snippets of sleep. There had never been food, but sometimes he would bring you water, just so that you wouldn’t die before he could conduct his experiment.

By that time, his gift had been extremely strong, and you had yet to come into yours. Your brother knew this, and so he had picked you as his first target.

Through that week of lying there, wondering when your parents would finally see through the glamour and find you, you had learned some things about your brother that you would never forget.

He fed on helplessness and feasted on fear. His heart was hardened inside and out, and his eyes had long since turned blind to the suffering, his ears deaf to the screams of all that he dared to torture.

Your parents had eventually found you, your gift having come into fruition under those circumstances, when you were so desperate your body learned to do the thing you wanted most—seize control of others. However, your parents hadn’t managed to do anything to your brother before he fled to the outskirts of town.

When you were 20, both your parents were killed on a trip to the outer circle, and you knew your brother had murdered them.

He had slowly made his way back into the kingdom with honeyed words and false praise, luring people in with his appearances and promises. You were powerless to stop him, but you had succeeded in keeping him at bay so far.

Now, as you watched your brother conjure up images of the desert and its strong winds, you forced yourself to see through his deceiving gift, to reject the enticing picture his gift was asking your mind to accept.

With some difficulty, you managed to see through to the other side, to Sixue lying on the ground, clutching her stomach, and Sicheng standing ramrod-straight, glaring at the visions.

The vein in your brother’s temple throbbed in anger. Sicheng was not providing him with the reaction he wanted, and he was getting annoyed.

Then, you realised something. Sicheng wasn’t staring into space like he usually did when he was on duty. Rather, he was staring at a specific spot on your brother’s face. You watched him a little longer, and it seemed like he was staring at your brother’s… nose?

You drew back from the crack in the wall in confusion.

Sicheng’s fingers curled up, scrunching his pants, and you watched his grip tighten. His face remained painfully neutral, but then your focus was broken by your brother’s choked gasp.

You watched the fear flash across your brother’s face with worry and confusion. You weren’t doing that, and to your knowledge, you were the only one present with the power to suffocate him without touching him.

Yet, there he was, gasping desperately for air, and you had nothing to do with it.

Out of nowhere, Sicheng fell to his knees, head bowed. “Your Highness,” he gritted out. “Are you alright?”

Your brother was scared and angry, and he had been taught to lash out when he experienced these emotions.

He moved towards Sicheng and wrapped his hands around his neck. He had completely let down his guard, and it was easy—too easy—to slip into his mind when he was that heated. You kept his hands where they are, around Sicheng’s neck, but you didn’t let him squeeze any harder.

His fingers rested there, on the skin of Sicheng’s throat, and you watched Sicheng take a long, slow gulp.

“You can control minds, too?” your brother asked, bewildered. Truth be told, so were you, but you didn’t have time for confusion. You tilted your head slightly around the crack, and spotted the telltale black camera in the corner of the room. There was no audio on these cameras, they only recorded visual information. And with your brother in such a position, hands around a guard’s neck, a prisoner lying indisposed on the floor, he didn’t look very good.

If you made it out alive, the tape from the security camera could place your brother behind bars—something you had been wanting to do for a long, long time.

Sicheng cocked his head to the side challengingly, but his fingers trembled slightly by his side. Whatever trick he had just pulled drained his energy, and you needed your brother indisposed of. Quickly.

Sicheng began to choke, gasping for breath, but you could tell it was self-inflicted. Your brother looked confused, but then Sicheng went limp in his hands, and you noticed he was holding his breath.

You had some time to act, in order to catch your brother red-handed.

The door crashed down and you sighed in relief. It felt like it had been an eternity since the power turned back on, but it had probably been only a few minutes. Additionally, the prison block had a backup power generator that only served the prison block, since power outages used to be a main factor in prison escapes.

The rest of the power must not have been restored yet, so they probably hadn’t sent guards out yet immediately. By the time the guards reached, it was the perfect opportunity for you to release your brother.

His fingers had been struggling against your hold on him for the past minute or so, and your sudden release drove his fingers hard enough into Sicheng’s trachea that it turned red when he immediately flinched and lets go. You winced, hoping Sicheng wasn’t injured, but fortunately he was starting to breathe again.

He convincingly made it look like your brother had just tried to strangle him, and Sixue lying on the floor didn’t help your brother’s case.

With a devilish grin, you prevented your brother from using his powers, leaving the rest of his cognitive ability alone. He wasn’t aware that whatever illusion he was trying to conjure wasn’t working, and the guards immediately moved forward and placed him in chains.

“What are you doing?” You were sure your brother has never been put in chains before. It must be heavy for him, seeing as how he stumbled forward when the guard roughly pushed him along.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear!” His voice rose higher and higher when the guards showed no sign of listening. One of them leaned down to help Sicheng up, and another guided Sixue back into her cell. Anyone who had been monitoring the feed would come to the conclusion that your brother had let the prisoner out, not Sicheng, and his attempted murder seemed like a natural course of action.

For that, he could possibly be charged with treason to the crown. Aiding a traitor and trying to kill a guard seemed like reason enough for imprisonment, possibly execution if you had evidence for him killing your parents all those years ago.

You clenched your jaw. The line between reality and illusions had finally been brutally ripped apart, leaving the ugly, naked truth in its wake. Since that line no longer held, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.

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Aww thanks for the tag heaven! This is my first anime tag?

"MY MAN"

four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !! I'll go first !

thought this was a silly idea keep it going! tagging ; @rrairey @httpshujii @cindol @shokosprincess @seneon @cheriiyaya @accidentcache @suntoru and anyone else wanting to participate !

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@haecien i think your man needs some comfort. come get him.

i'm so tired that i could cry!

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