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all my love | wen junhui (masterlist)

☆.*+ seventeen social media au

★ synopsis: based off the prince & me. in which hard-working college student y/n and the aloof, irresponsible heir wen junhui try to work out their differences during the academic year.

★ taglist: to join the taglist, sign up with the google form!

★ genre: socialite!jun, college!au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, comedy

★ pairings: wen junhui x female reader

★ schedule: mondays, wednesdays & fridays

★ start: august 2nd, 2021     ★ end: discontinued.

☆.*+ profiles

★ profiles 1

★ profiles 2

★ profiles 3

☆.*+ chapters

★ prologue

★ one. one less farmer

★ two. lets get wasted!

★ three. first day

★ four. how to woo a woman

★ five. reintroduction

★ six. new friend

★ seven. banger

★ eight. horrible idea

★ nine. fake emo

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▮ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘬𝘴𝘢𝘯 ▮

s y n o p s i s : While on the train going from Jinhae-gu back to Seoul a handsome (read: absolutely god-like) man sits next to you after the train stops in Iksan.

Noticing the familiar Yonsei University emblem decorating his baseball cap you start a, what you deemed, harmless conversation. That is, until he gets off before you and you find his student ID resting on the seat beside yours.

Lee Chan, infamously known as Dino and Nicha Yontararak’s boyfriend.

p a i r i n g s : Lee Chan (이찬) x fem!oc!reader

a l t e r n a t e u n i v e r s e : college student!

c o n t e n t w a r n i n g s : swearing, innuendos, inappropriate jokes, cyber-bullying

d a t e s : started // 220320; ended // ???

u p d a t e s c h e d u l e : every mon., weds., and fri.(these dates may change depending on my school workload and/or possible future vacations. i will try to put out a notice if i will be unable to post according to my scheduled time.)

d i s c l a i m e r : this is in no way, shape, or form an accurate representation of the idols mentioned in this story. you should not take this story as fact or truth.

i would also like to say that the events that occur in this story is completely fictional and any line-ups with reality is 100% coincidental.

k e y : ✎ / means written chapter

00.20 - 00.80/ profiles

#𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥 + 𝘶𝘫𝘪 & 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘶

#𝘋.𝘗.𝘚 (𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥)

#𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰, 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

#𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 <3

00.00 / prologue

#𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 ✎

01.00 / scavenger hunt: dino’s student id

#𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 #𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘸? #𝘋 𝘐 𝘚 𝘙 𝘌 𝘚 𝘗 𝘌 𝘊 𝘛 𝘍 𝘜 𝘓

#𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱? #𝘤𝘶𝘻 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 💞

02.00 / stupid f*cking dinosuar

#𝘺𝘦𝘦'𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘸 #𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘳. 𝘤𝘩𝘰 ✎

#𝘴𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 #𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦...

03.00 / hiss, hiss bitch

#𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 #𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘱?

#𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘬𝘪

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ෆ

ෆ synopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?

ෆ pairing: college student! ksy x reader (gn)

ෆ genre: fluff, humor, romance

ෆ series warnings: anxiety/insecurities, cursing, food/drinks, ksy’s character is extremely 🥺🤧

ෆ status: completed

ෆ started: feb 1st - may 23rd, 2022

ෆ a/n: I noticed that i tend to write a lot along the lines of angst or serious/mature themes so i'm really excited to switch to something more relaxed, fluffy, and feel-good. this is 100% a comfort fic. please let me know if I missed any warnings!

wondernus main masterlist

profiles: [X], [X], [X]

chapters:

0. prologue

1. bag

2. wallet

3. keys

4. phone

5. earphones

6. water bottle

7. glasses

8. reusable straw

9. pens

10. notebook

11. planner

12. receipts

13. lip balm

14. snacks

15. trash

16. textbooks

17. hat

18. umbrella

19. reusable bag

20. watch

21. small pouch

22. vitamins

23. bandages

24. painkillers

25. perfume

26. hand sanitizer

27. hand wipes

28. tissues

29. ear plugs

30. toothpicks

31. cough drops

32. masks

33. spf

34. breath mints

35. folders

36. laptop

37. portable charger

38. calculator

39. charm

40. utensils

41. cushion

42. polaroid

43. dog treats

44. end

bonus chapters:

josh in vegas

himbos

[secret]

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WANTED : NEW ROOMMATE

pros : you get your own room, it’s cheap, near the campus, you get to live with us :) cons : you have to live with us :( for inquiries contact @ woozi @ wonu @ jun @ hoshi on twitter !!

suhnshinehaos presents…

synopsis : when yn’s exchange student roommates leave, they are left with the unfortunate task of finding a new place to stay. lucky for them, a room just opened up at apartment 5c, complete with the most interesting group of people they could ever hope to meet.

pairing : svt 96 line x gn!reader

genre/s : university au, roommates au, fluff, tiniest bit of angst (maybe), slice of life, humor

format : mostly smau + some written parts

taglist : open, just send an ask or reply to this post !!

—  episode list + note under the cut <3

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Stay | k.gh

this is a WeUs mafia au that i decided to tackle, you can’t improve without taking risks:’)

Synopsis: after being thrown into a very dangerous world without your knowledge, you find yourself in some very dangerous situations. luckily one of your brother’s friends is always nearby. there are secrets in the house you’re living in that you need to unravel, can you do it?

Words: 1.2K

Characters: Kim Gunhak x reader, brother!Ravn

Genre: angst to fluff, mafia au, f2l, slow burn

Warnings: heavy angst, violence, blood,

Song rec: stay and last song by oneus and onewe

Notes: this took way longer than i intended, and i kind of wanted it to be one part but oh well what can you do? my braincells disappeared somewhere after starting this but i intend to finish it so please look forward to the next part!

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DOMESTIC: evokes comfort, safety and routine.

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back to you (part 12)

word count: 18k

angst, fluff, smut

(part 11) (series masterlist)

two years later:

a part of you wanted to believe that everything happened for a reason. 

it was hard to think that, or accept that, with so much tragedy and evil in the world, but you wished that in every instance of your life where you watched love turned to hate, the painful journey was for a greater purpose. 

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Beach

pairing: boyfriend!idol!yonghee x non-idol!fem!reader

genre: sickening fluff, smut (minors gtfo)

words: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!yonghee, fem-bodied!reader, mentions of yonghee working too hard, mentions of water and the ocean, yonghee abs hehe (the yabs, if you will), body worship, slight marking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), semi-public oral sex, cum eating (sorta?), basically they're in love and we're all sad about it lol

requested: why yes indeed

a/n: my beautiful @shwazzberryswriting, this one is for you! sorry it took so long, life has been stinky recently lol. I hope you all enjoy this, I'm down bad for cix and I! fucking! love! them! keep an eye out for more yonghee, I've got a big one in the works 😈🖤

“Seriously, why did I let you convince me to do this?”

You giggled at the distress in Yonghee’s voice as waves soaked his pants up to his knees. His fingers gripped yours hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind. You held his hands with equal strength as you walked backwards through the surf, appreciating the warm sunlight on your face.

“You know you would much rather be here than in a meeting right now.” You replied to his rhetorical question. You savored the mild breeze that stirred the roots of your hair, coming in from the sea.

Yonghee grumbled something unintelligible at this, but you knew he agreed with you. His meeting at the company was important, but you’d managed to wrangle the other boys into covering for him so you could take your boyfriend to the beach. He worked so hard all the time, you knew the stress had to be getting to him—surely the company would survive with Yonghee gone for an afternoon.

“I should have just taken my pants off,” he lamented when rogue waves once again splashed up his legs.

“No one would complain about that.”

Yonghee rolled his eyes and you grinned. “Yeah, yeah. I swear you only want me for my body.”

You pretended to be offended and he laughed at the expression on your face. You rotated so you were facing the same direction as Yonghee, touching only at your hand still dwarfed in his. He smiled softly down at you, his eyes sparkling in the midday sun.

Your heart squeezed. Yonghee could joke all he wanted about you lusting after him, but nothing could describe the genuine affection you held for the boy. Since the beginning of your relationship last November, it was like your entire center of gravity had shifted.

He was unbearably sweet and considerate, probably the kindest human being you’d ever met. You still had trouble conceptualizing that he was yours, as you were his.

And in truth, though you joked about wanting Yonghee, nothing had happened between the two of you yet. You were content to take it slow if that was what he wished, though you had started wondering in recent weeks if his outlook on the matter was changing. His absentminded touches across your hair or back had turned lingering, and sometimes you caught him staring at you a little too long.

Your attention was drawn from your thoughts when Yonghee’s hand tightened on yours. You glanced up at him and your cheeks heated when you found him already looking at you. He smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“What was that for?” You scrunched your nose.

“Sometimes I wonder where you go in that little head of yours.” Yonghee released your linked hands so he could throw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. “What were you thinking about?”

Your cheeks were painfully hot now. “Nothing, nothing. Just glad I’m here with you.”

Yonghee scoffed softly but didn’t call you on your half-lie. He just walked with you through the surf, stopping only to roll his pants all the way above his knees. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he repeated the action for you. His fingertips trailed over your bare calves, raising chills.

You thought you both looked a little ridiculous with your pants rolled up so high, but Yonghee looked so content to be in the waves without getting them wet that you didn’t mention it. This was why you had chosen to bring him here, after all. He had access to basically everywhere, but how often did he have time to just be outside? No schedule, no cameras, just him.

He gazed out at the ocean as you watched him. You had the insane urge to poke the sweet mole beneath his eye with your finger. Or maybe the tip of your tongue.

Jeez, cool it. You silently chastised yourself, accidentally making your cheeks warm again.

You watched the idea slowly forming on Yonghee’s face long before he actually did anything. His eyes narrowed, just barely, as he watched the surf bubbling around your feet. His bottom lip jutted out in a subtle pout, then the corners curled upwards in a secret smile.

You had just opened your mouth to say something when he sprung away from you without warning. The world slowed as Yonghee kicked the wave washing up onto the beach. The spray soaked your front and you screeched in surprise.

He stood there for a moment, just watching with wide eyes as laughter bubbled from your chest. You looked down at your soaked front. Your faded jeans were darkened to navy, your white shirt nearly see-through.

“Oh, you…” identical grins formed on both of your faces as you each dared the other to move first. “You are dead meat, pretty boy.”

Yonghee released a sound that could only be described as pure, unbridled joy as he turned and ran. You sprinted after him, still shin-deep in the surf. He laughed breathlessly, looking back at you over his shoulder every couple seconds.

God, he was fast. Stupid, ridiculous long legs.

He stooped and used both arms to splash water in your direction. You couldn’t be bothered to stop running to avoid it—you wouldn’t have been able to check your speed anyway. So you ran through the cascade of saltwater he sent flying at you, cackling as you ran around him.

Yonghee was up and following you in a second. And you realized immediately that this had been a mistake.

Because the very fast, stupidly long-legged boy was now chasing you.

You screeched, adrenaline bursting inside you as Yonghee easily caught up with you. His arms wound tightly around your waist, half-lifting you out of the water as you kicked the air.

Your flailing feet managed to meet the water again, showering you both in the spray. Yonghee released you at last and you turned to face him.

You were both drenched, crusted in drying salt and sand alike. His hair hung into his eyes, water dripping onto his cheeks as he grinned down at you.

He took a wet strand of your hair between his fingers and laughed. “You’re soaked.”

“Whose fault is that?” You playfully shoved his chest and tried not to think about the lean muscle you felt beneath your palms.

Yonghee caught your wrists in his hands and held them against him. You raised onto your tip-toes so he could press a soft kiss to your mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and the sea, and even if you would taste it for the rest of your life, you would never be able to get enough.

He allowed you to teasingly push him away this time. You bunched his wet shirt in your hands and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“We can’t send you back to the company looking like this, you know.”

He peered down at himself, using the opportunity to shake his wet hair in your face. He raised his head and looked up and down the beach. Other than the two of you, it was deserted.

Yonghee stepped away and walked a little ways uphill, out of the reach of the waves. And then, you sweet boyfriend did the unthinkable.

He grasped the hem of his shirt and shucked it off with a muted slurp.

You stared in stunned silence, more than aware that your jaw was hanging open. His back was leanly-muscled and tan, scattered with occasional moles that matched the one beneath his eye. Beautiful didn’t dare do him justice.

Yonghee turned and the smile on his face faded a bit upon seeing your expression. “What happened?” He asked, his voice colored with concern.

You pieced your sanity back together long enough to answer. “Uh, you… took your shirt… off.”

You were a genius for that one, truly.

He turned to face you fully and your stomach clenched. Yonghee was far more toned than you expected, regardless that you already knew he was a dancer. Of course he was fit. Though the breeze was balmy at worst, there were faint chills covering Yonghee’s skin beneath your gaze, his nipples peaked like he was cold.

“Your turn.”

That snapped you out of your trance. “Huh?”

Yonghee gave you his usual sweet smile, but there was a glint in his eyes that you had only seen a few times before. Namely, the instances you’d caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

“We can lay them out on the sand to dry.” He explained. “If you dragged me all the way out here, we might as well stay to enjoy the sun.”

You rolled your eyes. Despite the fact that his idea was a good one for logical reasons, your tummy was now painfully warm.

As he had, you grasped the hem of your shirt and quickly tugged it off before you could change your mind. You were left only in your white bra, a simple number with a tiny bow between your breasts, but Yonghee’s eyes widened.

He swallowed thickly. Wordlessly, he took your wet shirt and laid it out beside his on the sand. You stood awkwardly, a little unsure what to do with yourself, and resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

Yonghee approached again until there was less than a foot between your bare skin and his. “Are you… okay?” He breathed, his voice strained.

“Yes.”

You watched his expression as his eyes drifted away from your face. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, his hand lifted so his fingertips could drift over your stomach. Warmth pooled in your core at the sensation, his touch feather-light and still a little wet with seawater.

His fingers trailed higher, leaving chills in their wake, until he toyed with the bow between your breasts.

“Yonghee?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

Yonghee’s eyes snapped up to your face again. Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxed a bit when he saw your smile, but the hand which had been timidly exploring fell to his side.

“Sorry.” He breathed. “You’re just… stunning.”

Fondness swelled in your heart. Would this feeling ever go away? You hoped it wouldn’t—this raw happiness that only Yonghee seemed to be able to draw out of you.

You raised both your hands, questioning with your eyes. Yonghee nodded once. His breath caught lightly when your palms flattened against his toned stomach, your fingers gently curling around his waist.

His skin was warm beneath your hands. Your tryst in the sea had left you a little chilly, despite the midday sun, and you instinctively leaned into his heat as you sought more of it.

Yonghee’s hand raised to cradle your jaw. You hardly dared to breathe as he leaned in, his lips slotting against yours with heartbreaking softness.

The kiss felt like coming home. You sighed deeply and rested your forearms on his broad shoulders, allowing your fingers to tangle into his damp hair. Yonghee’s tongue gently prodded your bottom lip, testing, tasting, as his arms wound tighter around your waist.

Warmth blossomed in your core at the sensation of his bare skin against yours. It was intoxicating, that feeling—it was the first time you had done something like this with him but you already never wanted it to end.

A soft mix of a moan and sigh left your lips when Yonghee’s hands drifted hesitantly lower, stopping when they rested on your ass. He kneaded your pillowy skin gently and your knees instantly began to shake.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this unhurried exploration of each other. You needed him more than you’d ever needed anything in your entire life.

Yonghee, apparently, agreed. His mouth moved against yours with increasing urgency, his arms squeezing you so tightly to his body that it took your breath away. Not that you minded, considering you were behaving much in the same way.

You whimpered at the hard length you felt pressed against your stomach. You were pleased to know that you affected him as deeply as he did you, if that were even possible. Yonghee groaned when you rolled your hips against him in an attempt to provide some friction.

“Please, please,” he murmured as he held your cheeks between both his palms, “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you—” Yonghee left a trail of wet kisses down your throat to the curves of your breasts. You scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily each time his lips left a mark.

“Have me, then.” Your reply was breathless, and Yonghee wasted no time obeying.

He laid you gently on top of your damp t-shirts, still drying on the sand. Your thighs instantly parted to accommodate him as he slotted himself between them, his mouth still roving across your collarbones.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he worked his way lazily down your body, pausing to dote on every inch of your skin within his reach. His long fingers pressed hard into your hipbones like he was trying to ground himself.

You gasped when his fingertips ghosted over your pants, slowly unrolling each leg of fabric at a pace that drove you wild. When he was finally done, he hesitated again, his face hovering mere inches above your pelvis.

He planted a soft kiss over the button. “Can we take these off?”

Your cheeks heated as you nodded hurriedly. Yonghee easily undid the button and slid your pants down your legs, trailing his tongue down your leg as he went. The instinct to cover yourself was enormous.

He hadn’t even removed your panties, but the expression on his face set your body tingling as he stared at your dripping center. Like it was an instinct, he dragged the tip of his finger over the cotton and smiled when your body jolted.

Yonghee kissed your inner thigh, then the other, before his lips brushed your clothed clit. You couldn’t help the airy moan that escaped your throat. You were already so sensitive—you were wet to the point of discomfort, the warmth between your legs aching to be soothed.

He pushed your panties to the side so his fingers could tease your entrance. You could feel his eyes on your face every second as they experimentally pushed in. Your arousal made the movement easy and you tensed when his fingertips nudged your swollen g-spot.

“Like that?” He whispered, his words followed by another kiss to your clit. The sound of his voice, low and breathless, made you clench around his fingers.

“Yes, Yonghee, god, just like that…” you panted. He thrusted his fingers in again, this time setting a rhythm that had you writhing. His lips sealed around your clit, gently sucking while his tongue moved in delicate circles around it.

You unintentionally tugged at the roots of his hair and Yonghee groaned against you. You weren’t expecting the vibrations, nor how incredible they felt as they ricocheted through your stomach.

His pace didn’t falter once. Yonghee continued to moan onto your clit, the lewd sounds broken by his muttered praises about being good for him or taking him so well. You felt your orgasm steadily ratcheting higher inside you, your walls repeatedly fluttering around his fingers.

“Please, cum on my tongue. Want to taste you so bad—” Yonghee’s dirty words were by far the filthiest you’d ever heard come out of his mouth. They set off fireworks in your blood, your skin impossibly warm and sensitive as he drove you closer to your high.

“Shit, I’m—I’m—” You couldn’t even manage to get a full sentence out.

Yonghee nodded eagerly, the movement only causing his tongue to move more firmly against you. He added a third finger, scissoring you open as his middle finger continuously thrusted against your g-spot.

You came with such intensity that your entire body locked under the weight of it. Your toes curled and eyes screwed shut, your mouth parted in a perfect o. Your hips jolted against Yonghee’s lips as he languidly licked you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could.

When you at last couldn’t take any more, you gently pushed him away by his shoulders. Yonghee gazed up at you beneath his lashes, his eyes glazed and a little unfocused as he smiled. His lips and chin shone with you, a sight which instantly made you desperate for him again.

“Let’s go home.” You rasped, your voice rough.

Yonghee raised an eyebrow, his lust-glossed eyes clearing a bit in his confusion. “Why?”

You unceremoniously stood, carefully disentangling him from your legs as you went. You were more than a little grateful that no unsuspecting passerby had discovered you in the past ten minutes.

It wasn’t until you had cleaned yourself from his face with your shirt and re-clothed yourselves that you answered.

“Because I want you to fuck me. And when that happens, I do not want sand involved.”

And surely you had never seen anyone move faster than Yonghee as he hauled you back in the direction of the car.

You’d have to convince him to ditch the company more often.

thank you for reading, party animals! please like or reblog if you enjoyed it and STAN CIX!!!

masterlist here :)

© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

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this is the best shit I have ever consumed in my entire life

Heartbreak

pairing: non idol!seungcheol x non idol!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (minors do NAWT interact!), some fluff

words: 4.2k

warnings: soft dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, a breakup at the beginning, pining, angst, mentions of driving during bad weather, brief mention of alcohol, more angst, kissing, marking, a dash of hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight begging, praise, cum eating (kinda? idk how this shit works lol), unprotected sex (be better than these hooligans), multiple positions, a lil bit of fluff at the end, implied aftercare happens after the story, sorry DK I really did you dirty here, and I think that’s all!

- requested: yes!

a/n: this one's for you, anon 😉 I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! believe me, this is only the beginning for seventeen on my page. this also features DK and Hoshi, everyone give them a warm welcome hehe!! - j

You leaned against the trunk of the car, exasperated. You couldn’t believe this was happening, in the parking lot of a grocery store, of all places.

You knew your cheeks were probably flushed with color, your eyes gleaming with unshed tears of frustration.

“What, so this is it, then?” Seokmin asked hotly. His own face held the tell-tale signs of oncoming tears—if he started crying now, surely you would break down. You shouldn’t have been forced to do this right now. He shouldn’t have put you in this position.

You were supposed to be on vacation, for god’s sake.

Well, the end of your vacation, but still. The rest of the boys were currently inside the grocery store, shopping for dinner tonight without a clue as to what was happening outside.

“I don’t know, Seokmin.” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands and inhaled deeply through your nose. “Maybe it would be better that way.”

“Is this because of Seungcheol?”

You froze.

You slowly lowered your hands until they hung limply at your sides, aware that your mouth was hanging open. “What?”

Seokmin’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been acting strange this whole trip. Before, even. I swear you’ve been attached at the hip to all the guys except me and him.”

Your brain had short-circuited. You couldn’t put the pieces of your sanity back together long enough to provide him an adequate answer.

Seokmin took your stunned silence as confirmation. “I knew it. Have you been seeing him?”

No, you hadn’t. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what he obviously needed to hear.

No, Seokmin, I don’t have feelings for your best friend.

It would have been a lie.

In truth, your relationship with Seokmin had been going downhill for a long time now. You’d started seeing him because of your best friend, Soonyoung, and had quickly fallen in with their entire friend group.

Six months into dating, you began to realize that you and Seokmin were very different people. He was funny and daring and charismatic—all qualities you loved about him, but you found that he prioritized being liked by everyone over being liked by you.

You’d been working up the courage to break up with him for two months, and the only one who knew about your intentions was Soonyoung. No one, however, knew about the feelings which had begun to grow for another member of the group during the same time.

Choi Seungcheol.

The unofficial glue that held the massive friend group together. He was empathetic to a fault and kind beyond belief, and you always seemed to gravitate towards one another when you were put in the same room.

And you were hopelessly, irreversibly in love with him.

Since your discovery of that fact, you’d avoided him like the plague. It wasn’t just that you were still with Seokmin—you couldn’t date one of his best friends. It was… wrong. You spent an outrageous amount of time beating yourself up over your crush on the eldest boy, but no matter what you did, the feelings wouldn’t go away.

You realized abruptly that you still hadn’t answered Seokmin’s question. You swallowed the lump in your throat and squared your shoulders.

“No. I haven’t—haven’t been seeing Seungcheol.” Your statement was immediately weakened when you stumbled over your words in the middle.

Seokmin’s eyes shuttered. In seconds, his earnest, desperate expression flattened into nothing.

“Fine. I guess we’re done here, then.”

You stood, completely immobilized, for what could have been minutes or hours.

More than anything, you hated yourself for the first thought that crossed your mind. The undeniable truth that it carried.

You were free.

You slid against the trunk of the car until you sat on the concrete, your knees hugged to your chest. And at last, you allowed yourself to cry.

Seungcheol couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

He really didn’t mean to eavesdrop. It was completely coincidental that he’d gotten into the car moments before you stormed out of the grocery store, Seokmin hot on your heels. He’d started to rise from the driver’s seat again, but then he’d seen the expressions on your faces.

Whatever had been about to go down between you, he did not want to be in the middle of it.

Now, every word the two of you had exchanged was bouncing around inside his skull, setting off like fireworks.

Is this about Seungcheol?

He’d frozen at that question, spoken with such raw hurt from his friend’s mouth.

And you hadn’t denied it. Even after Seokmin had left you there, you hadn’t said the words that would very likely save your relationship with your boyfriend.

Seungcheol listened to the muffled sounds of your crying, still sitting on the concrete behind the car. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted to comfort you right now. But surely you didn’t want to see him—in a way, he was the reason your relationship had just ended in flames.

Seungcheol’s eyes burned and he blinked rapidly, massaging his jaw with a hand. He was a terrible, terrible person. You’d been dancing around one another for months, and he’d been stupid enough to go and fall in love with his best friend’s girlfriend.

And now that you and Seokmin had broken up, he couldn’t decide whether to be heartbroken for one of his best friends or unbelievably, selfishly relieved.

Seungcheol shrank further into his seat when your crying quieted. He watched through the side-view mirror as you stood and smoothed your long skirt, then your hair. There was such determination in the set of your shoulders, the deep breath you sucked in and held before releasing it in a rush.

His eyes tracked you as you walked across the parking lot to your own car. You stopped briefly and looked back at the grocery store, and he anxiously wondered if you would change your mind and go after Seokmin.

You didn’t.

You just slid into the driver’s seat and drove away, your hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that your knuckles paled under the strain.

Seungcheol took a shuddering breath. He tried and failed to quash the rising hope in the back of his mind, but it continued to swell of its own accord.

You had been so unhappy with Seokmin these past months. He could see it on your face as easily as if he were reading a book. But at long last, you were free. And he couldn’t decide if his relief at that fact made him an awful person or not.

He watched the spot your car had vanished long after you disappeared, all the while fighting the urge to go after you.

“No, it’s probably better that you left when you did. It’s fucking pouring out here.”

You glanced out the windows to your left, chewing on your lip as Soonyoung’s staticky voice spoke through your phone. He was right. Rain assaulted the glass in thick torrents, casting ever-changing shadows across your living room.

“I’m still sorry for taking off without telling you. I… had an emergency.” Your lie was weak, but Soonyoung either didn’t notice or chose not to call you on it. Chances were he was too hyper-focused on driving on the slick roads that he didn’t have time to process the guilt in your voice.

You were grateful he had a hands-free car system, but you still fretted over him being distracted while driving because of you. “Look, I’m gonna let you go, okay? Please don’t drive like you normally do.”

Soonyoung’s indignant scoff filtered over the line, distorted by the sound of rain.

“I’m a good driver, thank you very much. It’s pretty bad out here, though—I think there’s a wreck up ahead, no one’s moving. I might be here for a while.”

Your heart ached at the thought of being alone. You and Soonyoung had lived together for a couple years now, and being in this apartment by yourself felt like you’d lost a limb.

“That’s alright. Be safe, will you? Love you, dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, butthead.”

Despite your sour mood, you smiled to yourself as you disconnected the call. But the moment you processed the silence pressing in around you, your smile faded.

You had no idea why Seokmin hadn’t told the boys about your breakup yet. As far as you knew, he hadn’t even mentioned that you’d fought at all. You knew he was with them; Soonyoung had briefly mentioned that he’d gotten in the car with Mingyu and Jihoon before breaking off into curses about other people driving like idiots.

Whatever. You usually loved the rain—you wouldn’t let your shitshow of a day ruin this night for you.

You curled further into the couch, pulling the blanket covering you up to your chin. You switched on the TV and watched blankly as fictional strangers fell in love before your eyes. More than anything, you wanted a love like that.

It must be wonderful, finding someone at the right time who was destined to be with you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a firm knock sounded at your front door.

“What the hell?” You whispered aloud, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. 1:30 AM. Who on earth was knocking on your door at 1:30 in the morning?

You stood slowly and tip-toed your way into the foyer, frightened at the idea of giving yourself away. Maybe if they thought no one was home, they’d go away.

Yours and Soonyoung’s apartment was actually more of a townhouse, bordering the street with quaint cement steps leading up to the front door. The fact that there weren’t flights of stairs to scale was the main reason you had decided to rent this place over a traditional apartment, but living on street-level made you nervous.

Unable to help yourself, you peered through the peephole at the small porch beyond.

You gasped quietly. Your hand found the knob before your brain could catch up and you wrenched the door open. The sound of rain assaulted you immediately, the chill wind prickling your bare arms and legs.

Seungcheol looked up in surprise like he hadn’t been expecting you to answer. His hair was soaking wet, plastered to his head and dripping into his collar.

You couldn’t understand his expression. There was an emotion on his face you hadn’t seen before and he looked… a little lost.

“I…” he swallowed thickly, looking you up and down once. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

You blinked, confused. “Are you drunk?”

Seungcheol laughed softly, the sound dripping with what sounded suspiciously like bitterness. “No, I’m not drunk.”

“Then why…”

“Have you ever—” Seungcheol interrupted and immediately cut himself off. You pressed your lips into a thin line, your brows furrowed. He began again, “Have you ever met someone that makes you think you’re insane?”

“What?”

Seungcheol chuckled again and tucked his hands deep into his coat pockets. “I look at you and I… I can’t breathe. When you laugh, I’ve convinced myself the sun is somehow brighter. I was driving home tonight and when it started raining, I immediately turned around and came here. You know why? Because it only rains when you’re sad.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might leap out of your chest. You said nothing, scared that he would keep talking and terrified that he would stop.

“That isn’t even possible, but I still believe it.” Seungcheol’s chest rapidly rose and fell, fervent color staining his cheekbones. “I… I want to be the good guy here. I came here to tell you that. But you didn’t deny it. Why didn’t you deny it?”

You knew what he was talking about. How, you had no idea, but as Seungcheol’s eyes earnestly searched your face, you knew then that he had somehow overheard your breakup with Seokmin.

“Because it would have been a lie.” You whispered. You hated the way your voice wavered, but you couldn’t seem to master the emotion rising in your throat.

That, apparently, brought Seungcheol up short.

“It… what?”

“Seokmin asked me point-blank if it was because of you. And in a way, it wasn’t.” You took a steadying breath. “But it would have been a lie to tell him that my feelings for you didn’t influence my decision to end it with him.”

Seungcheol stared at you blankly and you fretted that you had said too much. Had you somehow misconstrued the situation? You were just so tired of lying—to him, to your friends, to yourself. You owed this shred of honesty to your fragile heart.

At last, he breathed, “I’m so sorry.” He blinked rapidly as his throat worked. “I wanted it to work out between you, I really did. But more than that, I wished every single day that I had been there first.”

Your heart stopped altogether. You could think of nothing to say. How were you supposed to respond to that?

Seungcheol’s face flattened out and you took a single step through the doorway as he backed away. He muttered, “I’m sorry,” again and turned, swiftly walking back down your front steps until the torrential rain hit him again.

You had barely begun to call out to him when he froze. He turned, so slowly you could have lived and died in the time it took for him to look at you again.

Seungcheol met your eyes through the rain. He glanced down the deserted street, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he scoffed softly.

“You know what?” His eyes shone as they at last dragged to you. “Just this once, fuck being the good guy.”

He was up the stairs again before you could process. Seungcheol’s mouth collided with yours, his arms instantly winding around your waist as he pulled you closer to his height.

You instantly melted into his touch.

His mouth moved against yours with a sort of urgency you’d never experienced before, his lips and teeth and tongue sending sparks shooting down your spine. Seungcheol groaned against you as your lips parted, allowing him access to taste you.

Your arms slung around his shoulders, crushing him to you. No matter what happened in this moment, there was nothing in this world that could convince you to let him go.

He tasted like winter. Snow and mint and a hint of something bitter, like he’d been smoking. It was intoxicating.

Seungcheol’s hands gripped your waist as he walked you backwards, kicking the front door shut behind him. Your fingers tangled in his rain-soaked hair and tugged earnestly at the strands, drawing a half-strangled moan from his throat.

You were on fire.

Your skin lit up every placed he touched you, the raw heat of him soaking through his wet clothes and directly to your center.

God, nothing had ever felt this right. You moaned breathily as Seungcheol’s mouth moved from yours to your throat, licking and sucking open-mouthed kisses onto the skin there. You gripped the back of his head, raked your fingernails across his shoulders—no matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to feel close enough to him.

He’d been to your house before, all the boys had, so he had no trouble leading you to your bedroom.

He went with you when you fell back onto your bed, his lips staying connected to your throat as you writhed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he moaned against you, hastily working his hands beneath your shirt to feel your skin on his. You yanked it over your head with record-breaking speed and clenched around nothing when he growled—growled—at the discovery that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Seungcheol wasted no time sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You groaned as his tongue worked expert circles over the peaked bud, chills skittering across your skin. His tongue left a warm trail of saliva across your chest when he moved to your other breast.

Your fingers tangled in his hair again, desperately tugging at the roots as he worshipped your body. Nothing, nothing felt like this. His mouth was unbearably warm as it left marks across your chest and you squirmed beneath him, hardly able to stand the ache between your legs.

God, this was wrong. You were supposed to be heartbroken, but—

No. You cut your train of thoughts off almost immediately. Maybe it was wrong, but you knew in your very soul that this was meant to happen.

Seungcheol sat up to admire the smattering of purplish marks he’d left across your skin, his eyes glittering. He kneaded your breasts in his hands and you moaned again.

“God, you are… unbelievable.” He tore his eyes from you only long enough to shrug out of his wet coat and shirt, leaving both in a crumpled heap on the floor.

You admired his bare skin unabashedly. He was perfect. Heartbreakingly, unbearably perfect.

Seungcheol planted open-mouthed kisses across your stomach, working his way down your body with cocky intent.

You writhed when he softly kissed the seam of your pajama pants and he grinned up at you. “What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”

You pushed your hips downward in silent demand.

“What do you want?”

Lord, was he really going to make you say it?

“Please, Cheol.” You whimpered. “I think I’ll die if you don’t touch me. Like, right now.”

Seungcheol pressed individual kisses to each of your hipbones before he slid your pants down your legs.

He groaned and dragged the tip of his finger over your panties. You were soaked to the point they stuck to you, the fabric’s texture chafing against your too-sensitive skin.

He hooked a finger under them and pulled them roughly to the side. You cringed inwardly when his warm breath washed over you. Seungcheol stared at your slickness through lust-glazed eyes, slowly working his hips against the mattress in an effort to gain some sort of friction.

“Seungcheol.” You whined again. Without warning, his full lips closed around your clit.

He sucked hard and you released a vulgar moan, your thighs instantly quivering around his head as his tongue worked expertly over you. He dragged the tensed muscle through your folds and groaned low in his throat at your taste.

“You’re so wet already, baby. Is this all for me?”

You nodded hastily. “Yes, all for you, only for you…” Your eyes screwed closed as his fingers at last poised themselves at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching every change in your expression with his lips lightly parted.

You released short gasps as his fingers stretched you out, no doubt preparing you for him. Your body crackled with energy and you felt very near to exploding when his fingertips brushed your g-spot.

And when he began to thrust, you thought you might just come apart right then and there.

You writhed as Seungcheol’s fingers worked in and out of you, accompanied by his muttered praises while he pressed kisses to your hips, your thighs, your soaking core.

You climbed steadily towards your orgasm at a pace that made your head spin. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed by the wet sounds you made as he curled his fingers inside you.

“That’s it, baby, let go—yes, cum for me—” Seungcheol attached his mouth to your clit again and moaned against you.

It was your undoing.

You stiffened as your orgasm barreled into you at the speed of a train. For several moments, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t make a sound, before you breath left you in a rush and you groaned from deep within your chest. Your legs violently shook around where Seungcheol laid between your thighs.

His fingers worked you through you orgasm until your walls stopped clamping down around them.

You shivered when he raised his hand, gleaming with you, to his mouth and obscenely licked his fingers clean. His eyelids fluttered closed and you clenched around nothing, instantly ready for him again.

He crawled up your body with painstaking slowness, trailing kisses across your flushed skin. Seungcheol unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down his legs, and at long last he was fully naked above you.

His skin was cold where it touched yours, still a little damp from the rain. You didn’t mind in the slightest—the temperature contrast between you was a shock that left you both desperate to touch more of the other.

You locked your ankles around his waist and froze when the head of his cock slid through your folds. You knew without looking down that he was big. Even after his working you open with his fingers and an orgasm, the stretch would feel incredible.

You both released twin hisses through your teeth as he gently thrusted into you. He was only able to get a quarter of the way in before he met resistance and he pulled out slightly.

He gazed down at you, worry plaguing the beautiful stars in his eyes. You smoothed the crease between his brows away with the tip of your finger and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

“I’m okay. Keep going,” you urged, your voice hardly more than a breath of air between you.

Seungcheol obeyed. He spent several long, agonizing minutes working his way into you, both of you groaning at the sensation all the while.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “God, baby, you’re so tight. You fit me so well—” His words cut off in a moan when your walls involuntarily clenched around him.

At last, his hips were seated snugly against yours. Your hands trailed across his shoulder blades as he experimentally thrusted once and you rewarded him with a breathy whine.

He braced his hands on either side of you, allowing his forehead to fall against yours. You both moaned at every slow thrust—you felt him so deep. It was like he was everywhere.

“Cheol, please.”

You didn’t really know what you were begging for, but he did. You knew it the moment he picked up his pace, rocking his hips against yours with enough force that the head of his cock effortlessly hit your g-spot. The pleasure made you dizzy and your eyes rolled back in your head.

You chanted his name as he moved faster and faster, until his hips slammed into yours at a speed that drove you wild.

You grabbed his shoulders and rolled until he was on his back. His cock never left you as you sank down fully onto his length, your legs straddling his hips. Seungcheol’s head pressed into the mattress and he groaned.

His hands found your breasts again, deftly massaging and kneading while you rode him. You bounced with increasing speed, recklessly chasing your high as your walls erratically spasmed around him.

Seungcheol began to twitch beneath you, his breath catching in his chest. You were both close, so close—

Your second orgasm hit you without warning. You cried out and your upper half fell forward, catching yourself on your hands on either side of his head. You clenched so hard that Seungcheol grunted, his own high hitting him a moment later.

You continued to rock your hips on him gently, working you both steadily through the waves of euphoria crashing into you. His cock twitched inside you, releasing thick spurts of his warm cum that you swore sent goosebumps running over your legs.

Seungcheol’s arms folded around you and he pulled your chest against his. You laid like that for a long time, his head buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder with your legs still straddling his hips.

Perhaps you should have felt guilty, but you didn’t. You knew without a doubt that the man still nestled between your walls was the most right decision you’d ever made.

He kissed your shoulder gently to draw your attention.

“You okay?” He asked softly, his eyes unbearably tender as he looked over you. “Let me clean you up.” He began to push you off of him, probably so he could grab a rag from your bathroom, but you locked your arms around his neck.

He laughed softly. “Okay, okay. Maybe later, then.”

“Let’s just… stay like this, for a while. If that’s okay.” You whispered. You couldn’t get enough of him—his smell, his taste, the feeling of his skin on yours. You never wanted it to end.

“Whatever you want, baby. Anything for you.”

Your heart warmed in your chest as his words. His knuckles traced gentle shapes between your shoulder blades, each touch grounding you to the present.

Maybe you weren’t sure what you were going to do after tonight, but it didn’t matter.

Whatever it was, you would do it together.

please like and/or reblog if you enjoyed!! I would also like to note that I love seventeen so much I think I could die so there's that, lol

masterlist here :)

© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

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back to you (part 10)

word count: 15k

angst, fluff, smut

(part 9) (series masterlist)

you weren’t suspicious until the fourth unanswered text message.

the feeling of anxiety and doubt that had finally left you for the past few weeks coming back with a vengeance as you settled back into life on campus. 

you, san, wooyoung and yeosang had gotten back on sunday evening, stopping to get a quick dinner together before you all made your way to the dorms. 

you and san had parted ways in a completely normal fashion, or at least what was your new normal - him flashing you a dimply smile with his hand on your waist, eyes teasingly looking down at your lips before just barely brushing them. 

wooyoung and yeosang lingered in the hall, not wanting to see the sight before them but letting it happen. almost as if they knew it was fleeting. 

almost as if they knew when he mumbled that he’d “see you later,” you wouldn’t see him ever again.

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2020 HIGHLIGHTS✨

TAGGED BY: @negrowhat​

rules:

list your top 10 shows (bl or not) you watched in 2020 (doesn’t necessarily have to be shows that came out in 2020 though!)

tag at least 10 people you appreciated this year

tag 10 more people to continue the tag

1. The Untamed

It took me forever to start this because 50 episodes sounded like a lot but once I got started I just couldn’t stop. There is something addictive about this show. Due to China’s censorship laws they couldn’t show the romance outright but you still felt it. The most unsubtle subtle romance. How much Lan Zhan and We Wuxian cared for each other and the absolute trust between. Love, heartbreak, hatred, loyalty, family, friendships and so much we experienced in this drama.

2. Until We Meet Again

UWMA had one of the best story lines and execution in my opinion. Then again, I love soulmates.  KornIn deserved so much more but they are getting that through DeanPharm. They got a second chance at love and will not repeat their past mistakes. Once again, we experienced love, heartbreak, family and friendships. Dean and Pharm are one my favourite bl pairings because of how healthy their relationship is. Special shout out to WinTeam because my favoUrite BL quote is from them.  You know the one.

3. Cherry Magic

For 12 wonderful weeks, we got a weekly dose of serotonin. Felt we could just be happy and love. There is no drama and get to see characters and the inherently good and supportive nature of the people that we may not know around us.   

4. Gameboys the Series

This was my first Filipino drama and after ignoring @negrowhat​ recommendations for long, I gave it a try and ended up binge watching. The format, acting and storyline was well executed. They really gave us something so well done during the the hardest stage of the pandemic. Caireel was amazing and so is our best girl, Pearl.

5. Manner of Death

This is still on air but I was and still excited to see Max and Tul on screen together after two years. The chemistry that they know how to exude and I am enjoying the storyline as well.

6. Psycho but it’s Okay (It’s Okay to Not be Okay)

I started this Korean drama two days before the year end and I love it. The main character, Gangtae is 30 year old who thought the only thing he wanted in life is to care for his older brother, Sangtae who is on the autism spectrum until he meets Moonyoung, beautiful lady with a personality disorder.

 The cinematography is amazing and I also appreciate that they don’t romanticize or villainize mental health issues even though a lot of the plot centered on a psychiatric hospital. They/We are just people and questioned why if it’s wrong to be “different”. 

The running theme “it’s okay not be okay” is something I have been trying to accept for myself for the last 2 years and I really appreciated this portrayal.

7. Gaya Sa Pelikula (Like in the Movies)

Without making excuses for myself, I cannot fully understand the experience of the LGBTQ+ community and I felt like I learnt a few lessons from this drama. This wasn’t aimed at straight women as many BLs are and it felt a lot more genuine. Many real life issues were addressed with fantastic portrayal. Although many of us maybe able to relate to the self acceptance Karl struggled with. The drama was simply beautiful.

8. Crash Landing on You

I possibly have a thing for star crossed lovers. Two Koreas are not on friendly terms and a successful entrepreneur from the South literally falling into the arms of a soldier from the North. A love story for the ages ensues. Now news broke today that the lead actors are dating in real life. Congrats to them.

9. He’s Coming to Me

A ghost and a human in love. Another pair of star crossed lovers. I enjoyed the storyline and the acing by Singto Prachaya and Ohm Pawat was simply phenomenal. I shed actual tears when Thun broke down when he come out to his mum.

10. History 3: Trapped 

We love enemies to friends to lovers don’t we. Tangyi and Meng Shaofei were so much to each other, I love the storyline of them being on opposite sides of the law or at least saw different ways of  achieving justice. 

Honourable Mentions (Loved the characters but not necessarily everything about the show and also just couldn’t fit in just top 10)

Oxygen the series (softest couple ever!!)

Tharntype SS2 (whew, they have grown)

My Engineer the Series (RamKing and TharaFrong ftw)

Kairos (my baby Seungyoon’s return as an actor!)

History 3: Make Our Days Count

Hospital Playlist

Mr Heart

people I appreciated this year and continue the tag: @agus​ @00vi​ @emisfritish​ @khalanxco​ @yourletters​ @96raa​ @stickers-on-a-laptop​ @thecynicalartist​ @gulfofmew​ @waywuxian​

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back to you (part 9)

word count: 20k

angst, fluff, smut

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there was a silence hanging between you and san that you couldn’t quite gauge, surrounded by the hum of your car’s engine and howling outside winds.

something you loved to do the moment you got your license was go on drives. it didn’t matter if you were alone or accompanied by wooyoung, you enjoyed getting lost in a scenic adventure.

the suburban houses lit with christmas lights, the now bare trees when lined with pretty fall leaves your favorite, sometimes you even drove to the beach although it was an hour away.

that’s where you and san were headed now, your last spoken words over forty minutes ago a mutual agreement on driving there. 

you didn’t know if he was quiet because he was lost in the bleak scenery of the highway, his head turned to gaze outside at the passing lights.

you didn’t know if he was thinking about what he wanted to do over break, spend it with you, yeosang, and wooyoung while also meeting his roommate’s hometown friends.

or if maybe, similar to you, he was thinking about how and why he had so vehemently rejected you and your desire to have sex. 

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bl recommendations boys

alright so i’ve never actually posted any of my recommendations for bls on here so that’s what we are gonna do today.

just gonna do like my top ones from each country because there are so many that i’ve watched and forgot what happened so like here we go. this does contain a lot of spoilers so read at your own risk.

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back to you masterlist

badboy!san

a part of you wishes that you listened to wooyoung more carefully when he first warned you about his roommate. 

that you really sat down and considered what your best friend of six years was telling you, so warningly and cautiously, almost with a preconceived look of fear and sympathy in his eyes. 

like he knew, in just a matter of months, you’d be completely ruined and destroyed by the first boy you’d ever been with. 

“whatever you do, y/n, please, just stay away from choi san, okay?” wooyoung begged quietly, his tone the most serious and soft spoken you’d heard in your life from him.

“you have to promise me.”

but you heard the words and pushed them off carelessly, promised him with a roll of your eyes and a scoff that followed that of course, if he really wants, you’d stay away from choi san.

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bl drama + text posts (part 6)

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It might be Christmas in much of the world, but in Japan today is more so Couples Day; a day to celebrate KFC and your special person. In honour- here’s my favourite Japanese couples.

Seven Days *sigh* the softness. My beautiful Yuzuru. Can we appreciate the small sigh and hand curling in this gif? This movie is all about the micro movements. Thank you @absolutebl for bringing this movie to my awareness.

My Beautiful Man *sigh* killing me softly. Also about the micro movements. @heretherebedork you totally reframed this for me and I promptly fell in love with it.

Cherry Magic- so much squee.

Kieta Hatsukoi- my heart just bursts.

Finally @clairificusrex, my reverse twin, you continue to open my eyes and my mind. You’ve introduced me to so many couples, Japanese and other. You’re a bad influence, Black, and I love it!

Happy Japanese Couples Day everyone!