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sol et luna ⏾ ksy [1.3k]

"The art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that has taken Kwon Soonyoung six years to master.  And once he’s finally caught up, the world stares in awe of your eclipse."

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, angst

a/n: i might just be physically incapable of writing something more than 2k words...lol. tagged some songs inside, hope you listen to them! also a repost in case you saw it jn...made some edits

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fade in: ♫ never loved this way before - BOYNEXTDOOR

You and Soonyoung are quite the opposite souls.

Soonyoung loves like the sun: Among his charm and charisma is a love that always gives. He expects nothing in return, even if it means his love has to remain unrequited for 6 years and counting.

Kwon Soonyoung has always been in love with you since the start. That has been a known fact, to himself, to his best friend Jihoon, and everyone else who knows him.

It’s hard to miss the way his eyes glimmer with adoration whenever he looks at you, the way his head tilts to the side when he listens to you talk incessantly, giving an occasional hum to let you know that he’s still listening. 

A little amusing, but also quite the tragedy. Akin to watching a puppy on a leash; eyes full of hope, excitement, and the uncertainty of where its owner is going to take him next. You being the owner, of course.

The owner of his heart, the one that keeps it isolated outside your body when it longs to beat alongside yours all this while.

— Within the same cage, beating the same rhythm, circulating the same lifeline.

You love like the moon: Quiet, angelic, enchanting, haunting. Not always visible, but Soonyoung knows that you think of him every time the night falls. He only wonders though, if you think of him with a heart as heavy as his when he thinks of you.

When people think of the moon, they admire it for its tranquility, quiescence. They marvel at its beauty, but that’s all they take it for. 

Because the art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that takes years of mastery. Kwon Soonyoung loves you for your elegance, your radiance, and calming presence – a stark difference to his own radiant charm, sometimes overwhelming (not to you, though).

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Soonyoung hears a knock at his front door at 1 a.m, and he already knows who it is. He groans as he wakes, vision clouded with sleep as he moves to sit at the edge of the bed. His head lulls with drowsiness, contemplating whether or not to wait it out so you come back to him in the morning at a more appropriate time.

Still, he lifts off the bed and makes a steady shuffle through the living room and towards the front door.

His hand lands on the handle, covering a yawn with the other as he twists the knob to open the door. It reveals you, unsurprisingly, though disheveled and distraught. Notably barefoot, your heels are in your hand, purse slung over the shoulder of the same arm.

Wordlessly, he lets you into his apartment. Soonyoung picks your handbag as you drop it onto the floor, placing it onto the dresser by the front door. 

He shuffles to the kitchen with more grace than before. He doesn’t bother with the kitchen lights, the lamp from the living room already illuminating the area.

Soonyoung steeps you a hot cup of rooibos and places it on the end table. He sits on the ottoman adjacent to you, and lowers his head to meet your gaze which remains trained at his feet.

He places a hand on your knee. 

“What happened to your date?”

You don’t even bother anymore. It’s the same story each time, almost like a joke that writes itself.

“Same shit.” You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your chin on them. “It’s always the ‘too emotional’ bullshit. Like a lady cant have some fucking feelings and thoughts on how shitty her date is being.”

“I’m starting to feel all guys are the same raunchy pieces of shit.”

That elicits a sympathetic chuckle from Soonyoung. 

When you make eye contact, you let out a small pout and your posture softens.

“Don’t be like that,”  he moves over to sit next to you. 

“There’s someone out there who’s on your level. I’m sure of it.” He looks at you with his lips pursed in a tight smile, masking the fact that he knows exactly who he’s referring to.

You grab the TV remote and flip between the channels, eventually settling on its built-in spotify feature. Soonyoung’s night playlist appears first and you hit shuffle on that.

The soft hum of a synthesiser ensues. Then a beat syrupy and sweet. It feels a little empty, feels like yearning. 

Soonyoung kicks back on the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table and his head against the sofa. He looks up at the ceiling fan then closes his eyes.

He doesn’t need to look at you to know exactly how you look right now: You’re picking at your fingernails like you always do, and biting the skin off your bottom lip. 

Your mouth opens. Then closes. It opens again.

“He left me, you know.” You turn to look at Soonyoung, who’s looking at you now through half-lidded eyes.

A sigh. 

“He left me at the restaurant. An Irish goodbye in Korea, can you believe it? The gall of people nowadays, seriously.” It’s a poorly timed joke, and one that doesn’t land because Soonyoung isn’t smiling.

Only the music fills the room now. You’re thinking how to phrase your next words carefully so it doesn’t seem like you’re the asshole.

“Said I was boring, then spent half the date laughing as he texted away instead. God knows who it was, probably another girl who’s more interesting.”

He’s looking at your hands that continue to pick at your cuticles. You let go to let them rest at your sides instead and lean back on the couch the same way he does.

You let the silence linger a little longer – it’s Soonyoung’s kindness to you. 

And it’s the same peace you’ve been craving after, and he leaves it with you to mull over your thoughts before you continue speaking.

“I should get used to it, the heartbreak, the hurt. I’m always subjected to it for some reason, but it hurts all the same.” You choke up towards the end.

And you can’t help it anymore, but you do your best to quell tears threatening to spill over. 

Saying it out actually makes it sink in more, makes the delivery more painful than it already is – the crushing reality of what you fear may be your eternal damnation. 

It feels venomous almost, but not lethal enough of a dose to stop you from chasing the high of love at its hottest.

“Why are you even thinking that you should be getting used to it? Of course it’ll all hurt the same”

Your head turns to the side. A tear rolls out of your eye and lands on the sofa with a soft thump.

“You’re just with all the wrong guys. You know, like, they don’t actually like you for you. Just the idea of a trophy wife.”

“What?”

Soonyoung sits up now. He places his hand on top of yours. He’s cautious, but it’s warm, so you let it be. Like the afterglow of the sun, it’s healing and grounding.

“Y/N, you're beautiful, incredibly attractive, and you’re literally accomplished to hell.”

It’s a dangerous road he starts on, but he trudges on nonetheless.

“Soony-“

You want to stop him, stop him from saying something he might regret later —

“You’re easy to talk to, so incredibly interesting, kind and caring, and so so smart.” 

You finally shift from his fingers to meet his eyes, and his gaze goes straight through to your heart. Your breath catches in your throat.

It's piercing but strangely melancholic. 

— to stop him from saying something that maybe, you’re not ready to face just yet.

Because you both know. And it's sad and it's sweet, and it mangles your heart in ways that you have his.

“So please, realise that it’s me.” He laces his fingers through yours.

His voice breaks, and continues in a voice barely above a whisper:

“Give me one chance; and it’ll be the best and your last.”

fade in: ♫ pages - WIMY

The art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that has taken Kwon Soonyoung six years to master. 

And once he’s finally caught up, the world stares in awe of your eclipse.

-☾ ☀︎-

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📲 Bf!Seventeen when you have cramps but you're not home

ⓘ paring. seventeen x reader. genre | tags. fake texts, reactions, oneshot, fluff. warnings. period cramps, so it’s kinda implied that reader has a uterus. requested: yes/no.

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EYES OFF OF YOU — CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

SYNOPSIS :: Seokmin was desperate to find the perfect model to pair up with his friend for his upcoming project, and he found you.

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prompt — “i’m so undeniably screwed for this woman.”

pairing — woozi x reader

genre — fluffy fluff, opposites attract, tiny bit of woozi’s inner turmoil but in a cute way

warnings — light swearing, mutual pining, woozi being emotionally constipated but adorable about it

word count — 600(?) i literally planned longer but my brain farted

note: nonchalant woozi + sunshine reader <3 thank you for this request hehe.

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he’s watching you again.

not in a weird way. not in a creepy way. probably.

it’s just—you’re laughing. again. and it’s the kind of laugh that bursts out of you like soda fizz, bright and sparkling, and it fills the whole studio. and he’s just—well...

“hyung,” seungkwan says, walking past with his laptop and a raised brow, “you’re staring again.” he sing-songs, rolling his eyes.

woozi blinks, caught.

“i’m not,” he replies, flatly.

“sure,” seungkwan sings, disappearing down the hall.

woozi sighs and sinks further into his chair. you’re sitting cross-legged on the studio couch, scrolling through your phone, earbuds in and completely oblivious to the absolute chokehold you’ve put him in.

and that’s the problem. you always are.

you’re warm, expressive, a walking serotonin shot. you light up every room you walk into and talk with your hands and cry over dog videos and compliment strangers’ outfits just because. you're the type of person who remembers birthdays, texts people good luck before big meetings, and bakes cookies on random tuesdays "just because you felt like it."

and woozi?

woozi is the guy who pretends not to hear compliments because he doesn’t know how to take them, he expresses love through perfectly mixed vocal tracks and buying your favorite snacks and pretending he’s not checking his phone every two minutes waiting for your reply.

and yet you’re here all the time.

you come by the studio even when he doesn’t ask. you bring coffee and snacks and once a tiny plush keychain because "it looked like you and i couldn't not buy it." you ask about his day like you really want to know. you hug him goodbye even though he never hugs back (not properly, anyway).

and sometimes you sit quietly beside him for hours, just vibing, while he works on music. humming under your breath. asking questions about things he thought no one ever noticed. like the way he softens the instrumental under the bridge to highlight the vocals. or how he layers harmonies to make the chorus sound fuller.

you notice everything—and it’s driving him insane.

because he’s not supposed to feel this soft. not when he barely knows what to do with his feelings half the time, not when you smile at him like you know something he doesn’t, like you’re waiting for him to catch up.

“you okay?” you ask suddenly, pulling out your earbuds and tilting your head at him. he startles slightly, coughing. “yeah.”

“you were spacing out,” you grin. “thinking hard, genius?”

he huffs a laugh, turns back to his screen. “something like that.”

you shuffle over and peer at his monitor, chin on his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he doesn’t move. doesn’t breathe. you’re close enough that he can smell your shampoo. something citrusy. fresh. “is this the new demo?” you whisper, like it’s a secret.

he nods.

“can i hear it?”

“it’s not done yet.”

“i don’t care.” you whisper, leaning in close to his ear.

and he sighs, already knowing that he’d lost to you with just one look. he hits play and pretends his heart isn’t doing backflips while you listen with that furrowed brow and soft smile. you always listen like this—like the song is a person you’re trying to understand.

when it ends, you turn to him, eyes wide. “woozi. that’s so good. it sounds like falling in love.”

he snorts, ducking his head. “that’s not what it’s about.”

“still feels like it,” you shrug.

he glances at you, a little helpless. you’re too close. too real. too much.

“you always say the dumbest stuff,” he mutters, but his voice is weirdly fond. you grin at this like you know you’ve won something. “you love it.”

and that’s the thing, isn’t it?

he does.

god help him, but he does. and his grumpy disposition falters as he rubs his palm into his eyes.

“i’m so undeniably screwed for this woman,” he mutters under his breath, almost too quiet to hear.

oh, but you hear it.

you blink, going still. lips part like you’re about to say something, but nothing comes out. instead, you stare at him with an amused look on your face.

his eyes widen slightly, and for the first time in a long time, he feels his composure crack.

“…shit,” he curses, throwing his head back. “did i say that out loud?”

you blink again. then smile, slow and warm and soft enough to melt him right there in the chair.

“yeah,” you say. “you did.”

a beat passes. he opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again.

“…okay.” he pathetically mumbles,

and then you’re laughing. again. that same fizzy, unstoppable laugh, and you bump your shoulder into his and say, “about time.”

he stares at you, and you stare back. then you reach over and take his hand—gently, casually, like you’ve done it a hundred times—and squeeze.

“don’t worry,” you whisper. “seems like we’re both in trouble, then. you make me feel like i got a few screws loose, lee jihoon.”

and woozi, ever the calm, composed, nonchalant musical genius that he is—completely short-circuits.

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The walk back home is only 10 minutes long, but Seungcheol insists it’s longer than it seems. Though it technically is a fair statement to make when he was in bed only 45 minutes before.

His movements are slow and sluggish, and you’d be fooled with the way he begrudgingly held onto bags of groceries if it weren’t for the fact that he was the one who followed you out of the house by his own initiative.

“You expect me to stay at home alone, lying down alone, on a cold, sad bed?”

You glare at him, then sigh. It’s not the first time you’re hearing him complain about matters this trivial — though he claims that it’s only what it seems like to you.

Seungcheol slings the bag in his left hand over his right shoulder, and takes another one from you. 

He pouts, glancing at you – who simply refuses to look even in his general direction – then walks impossibly closer until both of your arms are touching.

“Y/N…” he whines, but you decide to have a little fun with him instead; play him like a violin then cut his strings.

You speed up a few paces but it only takes Seungcheol two long strides to catch up with you again.

“Nice try.” His voice is taunting, and he bends over to meet your gaze right in front of your face with his eyebrows knitted together.

Chafed at his petulant whining, you click your tongue and bump your shoulder to his chest which still looms over you. 

Seungcheol holds the elevator door, allowing you to enter first before he clicks the ‘7th storey’ button. The two of you ride in silence, save for the hum of the elevator shaft.

Seungcheol thinks to himself that you’re getting a little bit of a kick out of this entire situation. Wrong. Gravely mistaken, even – you’re thoroughly enjoying it, prolonging his suffering like a sadistic matriarch. And you both know he’s enjoying it too (though, maybe a little too much).

The lift doors open and you dig your keys out of your pocket, handing Seungcheol the bag you’re holding. 

For a while, the air seems neutral. It’s quiet and smells like nostalgia.

You swing the door open and Seungcheol makes a beeline for the kitchen island after kicking his shoes off into a mess by the front door.

Entering after him, you toe off your shoes quietly and place both pairs neatly back onto the shoe rack, dusting your hands off before standing upright to lock the door.

And the moment you turn around to join him in the kitchen, Seungcheol strikes with a carefully curated plan: He sweeps you off your feet, and suddenly you’re in his arms bridal style as he begins peppering your face with kisses, working his way down to your jawline.

“Choi Seungcheol!”

He plants a kiss on your lips, and you give your best attempt at a scowl but do poorly at hiding the way your lips curl upward.

His face lights up, beaming like a victor.

“Not this time, pretty.”

You slap his chest and kiss him back with the tease of heat, before you pull away, hands cupping his cheeks.

“Only 15 minutes!”

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FLASH FORWARD ; yoon jeonghan

fourteen : link in bio

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The walk back home is only 10 minutes long, but Seungcheol insists it’s longer than it seems. Though it technically is a fair statement to make when he was in bed only 45 minutes before.

His movements are slow and sluggish, and you’d be fooled with the way he begrudgingly held onto bags of groceries if it weren’t for the fact that he was the one who followed you out of the house by his own initiative.

“You expect me to stay at home alone, lying down alone, on a cold, sad bed?”

You glare at him, then sigh. It’s not the first time you’re hearing him complain about matters this trivial — though he claims that it’s only what it seems like to you.

Seungcheol slings the bag in his left hand over his right shoulder, and takes another one from you. 

He pouts, glancing at you – who simply refuses to look even in his general direction – then walks impossibly closer until both of your arms are touching.

“Y/N…” he whines, but you decide to have a little fun with him instead; play him like a violin then cut his strings.

You speed up a few paces but it only takes Seungcheol two long strides to catch up with you again.

“Nice try.” His voice is taunting, and he bends over to meet your gaze right in front of your face with his eyebrows knitted together.

Chafed at his petulant whining, you click your tongue and bump your shoulder to his chest which still looms over you. 

Seungcheol holds the elevator door, allowing you to enter first before he clicks the ‘7th storey’ button. The two of you ride in silence, save for the hum of the elevator shaft.

Seungcheol thinks to himself that you’re getting a little bit of a kick out of this entire situation. Wrong. Gravely mistaken, even – you’re thoroughly enjoying it, prolonging his suffering like a sadistic matriarch. And you both know he’s enjoying it too (though, maybe a little too much).

The lift doors open and you dig your keys out of your pocket, handing Seungcheol the bag you’re holding. 

For a while, the air seems neutral. It’s quiet and smells like nostalgia.

You swing the door open and Seungcheol makes a beeline for the kitchen island after kicking his shoes off into a mess by the front door.

Entering after him, you toe off your shoes quietly and place both pairs neatly back onto the shoe rack, dusting your hands off before standing upright to lock the door.

And the moment you turn around to join him in the kitchen, Seungcheol strikes with a carefully curated plan: He sweeps you off your feet, and suddenly you’re in his arms bridal style as he begins peppering your face with kisses, working his way down to your jawline.

“Choi Seungcheol!”

He plants a kiss on your lips, and you give your best attempt at a scowl but do poorly at hiding the way your lips curl upward.

His face lights up, beaming like a victor.

“Not this time, pretty.”

You slap his chest and kiss him back with the tease of heat, before you pull away, hands cupping his cheeks.

“Only 15 minutes!”

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📲 Raising Us | wonwoo x f!reader | (4) the third year | 005

Paring: wonwoo x f!reader. Genre | tags: smau, series, non idol!au, best friends (idiots) to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, slow burn, angst, pinning, fluff, humor/comedy. Warnings: light swearing.

Summary: On the night of your eighteenth birthday, you and Wonwoo made a pact to lose your virginities together. Ten years later you're co-parenting your unexpected child while figuring out where you stand with each other.

A/N: This chapter’s more like… closing a cycle or wrapping something up. The next ones though… yeah, they’re gonna be a little more... hectic? Also, sorry for the late post today!! I was computer-less all day 😩

Status: on-going.

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🍀 svt reacts to you calling them your ‘current’ boyfriend.

includes ─── humor/crack, fluff, one (1) joke about death, established relationship, reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend’, dramateen. ᯓ★ footnote ─── heyyy.. it’s me :-)!!! i’m a bit out of shape, so let me ease in a bit hehe.

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sol et luna ⏾ ksy [1.3k]

"The art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that has taken Kwon Soonyoung six years to master.  And once he’s finally caught up, the world stares in awe of your eclipse."

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, angst

a/n: i might just be physically incapable of writing something more than 2k words...lol. tagged some songs inside, hope you listen to them! also a repost in case you saw it jn...made some edits

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

fade in: ♫ never loved this way before - BOYNEXTDOOR

You and Soonyoung are quite the opposite souls.

Soonyoung loves like the sun: Among his charm and charisma is a love that always gives. He expects nothing in return, even if it means his love has to remain unrequited for 6 years and counting.

Kwon Soonyoung has always been in love with you since the start. That has been a known fact, to himself, to his best friend Jihoon, and everyone else who knows him.

It’s hard to miss the way his eyes glimmer with adoration whenever he looks at you, the way his head tilts to the side when he listens to you talk incessantly, giving an occasional hum to let you know that he’s still listening. 

A little amusing, but also quite the tragedy. Akin to watching a puppy on a leash; eyes full of hope, excitement, and the uncertainty of where its owner is going to take him next. You being the owner, of course.

The owner of his heart, the one that keeps it isolated outside your body when it longs to beat alongside yours all this while.

— Within the same cage, beating the same rhythm, circulating the same lifeline.

You love like the moon: Quiet, angelic, enchanting, haunting. Not always visible, but Soonyoung knows that you think of him every time the night falls. He only wonders though, if you think of him with a heart as heavy as his when he thinks of you.

When people think of the moon, they admire it for its tranquility, quiescence. They marvel at its beauty, but that’s all they take it for. 

Because the art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that takes years of mastery. Kwon Soonyoung loves you for your elegance, your radiance, and calming presence – a stark difference to his own radiant charm, sometimes overwhelming (not to you, though).

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

Soonyoung hears a knock at his front door at 1 a.m, and he already knows who it is. He groans as he wakes, vision clouded with sleep as he moves to sit at the edge of the bed. His head lulls with drowsiness, contemplating whether or not to wait it out so you come back to him in the morning at a more appropriate time.

Still, he lifts off the bed and makes a steady shuffle through the living room and towards the front door.

His hand lands on the handle, covering a yawn with the other as he twists the knob to open the door. It reveals you, unsurprisingly, though disheveled and distraught. Notably barefoot, your heels are in your hand, purse slung over the shoulder of the same arm.

Wordlessly, he lets you into his apartment. Soonyoung picks your handbag as you drop it onto the floor, placing it onto the dresser by the front door. 

He shuffles to the kitchen with more grace than before. He doesn’t bother with the kitchen lights, the lamp from the living room already illuminating the area.

Soonyoung steeps you a hot cup of rooibos and places it on the end table. He sits on the ottoman adjacent to you, and lowers his head to meet your gaze which remains trained at his feet.

He places a hand on your knee. 

“What happened to your date?”

You don’t even bother anymore. It’s the same story each time, almost like a joke that writes itself.

“Same shit.” You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your chin on them. “It’s always the ‘too emotional’ bullshit. Like a lady cant have some fucking feelings and thoughts on how shitty her date is being.”

“I’m starting to feel all guys are the same raunchy pieces of shit.”

That elicits a sympathetic chuckle from Soonyoung. 

When you make eye contact, you let out a small pout and your posture softens.

“Don’t be like that,”  he moves over to sit next to you. 

“There’s someone out there who’s on your level. I’m sure of it.” He looks at you with his lips pursed in a tight smile, masking the fact that he knows exactly who he’s referring to.

You grab the TV remote and flip between the channels, eventually settling on its built-in spotify feature. Soonyoung’s night playlist appears first and you hit shuffle on that.

The soft hum of a synthesiser ensues. Then a beat syrupy and sweet. It feels a little empty, feels like yearning. 

Soonyoung kicks back on the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table and his head against the sofa. He looks up at the ceiling fan then closes his eyes.

He doesn’t need to look at you to know exactly how you look right now: You’re picking at your fingernails like you always do, and biting the skin off your bottom lip. 

Your mouth opens. Then closes. It opens again.

“He left me, you know.” You turn to look at Soonyoung, who’s looking at you now through half-lidded eyes.

A sigh. 

“He left me at the restaurant. An Irish goodbye in Korea, can you believe it? The gall of people nowadays, seriously.” It’s a poorly timed joke, and one that doesn’t land because Soonyoung isn’t smiling.

Only the music fills the room now. You’re thinking how to phrase your next words carefully so it doesn’t seem like you’re the asshole.

“Said I was boring, then spent half the date laughing as he texted away instead. God knows who it was, probably another girl who’s more interesting.”

He’s looking at your hands that continue to pick at your cuticles. You let go to let them rest at your sides instead and lean back on the couch the same way he does.

You let the silence linger a little longer – it’s Soonyoung’s kindness to you. 

And it’s the same peace you’ve been craving after, and he leaves it with you to mull over your thoughts before you continue speaking.

“I should get used to it, the heartbreak, the hurt. I’m always subjected to it for some reason, but it hurts all the same.” You choke up towards the end.

And you can’t help it anymore, but you do your best to quell tears threatening to spill over. 

Saying it out actually makes it sink in more, makes the delivery more painful than it already is – the crushing reality of what you fear may be your eternal damnation. 

It feels venomous almost, but not lethal enough of a dose to stop you from chasing the high of love at its hottest.

“Why are you even thinking that you should be getting used to it? Of course it’ll all hurt the same”

Your head turns to the side. A tear rolls out of your eye and lands on the sofa with a soft thump.

“You’re just with all the wrong guys. You know, like, they don’t actually like you for you. Just the idea of a trophy wife.”

“What?”

Soonyoung sits up now. He places his hand on top of yours. He’s cautious, but it’s warm, so you let it be. Like the afterglow of the sun, it’s healing and grounding.

“Y/N, you're beautiful, incredibly attractive, and you’re literally accomplished to hell.”

It’s a dangerous road he starts on, but he trudges on nonetheless.

“Soony-“

You want to stop him, stop him from saying something he might regret later —

“You’re easy to talk to, so incredibly interesting, kind and caring, and so so smart.” 

You finally shift from his fingers to meet his eyes, and his gaze goes straight through to your heart. Your breath catches in your throat.

It's piercing but strangely melancholic. 

— to stop him from saying something that maybe, you’re not ready to face just yet.

Because you both know. And it's sad and it's sweet, and it mangles your heart in ways that you have his.

“So please, realise that it’s me.” He laces his fingers through yours.

His voice breaks, and continues in a voice barely above a whisper:

“Give me one chance; and it’ll be the best and your last.”

fade in: ♫ pages - WIMY

The art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that has taken Kwon Soonyoung six years to master. 

And once he’s finally caught up, the world stares in awe of your eclipse.

-☾ ☀︎-

[mametchiii]

EYES OFF OF YOU — CHAPTER TWENTY ONE PT.2

SYNOPSIS :: Seokmin was desperate to find the perfect model to pair up with his friend for his upcoming project, and he found you.

📝. word count: 2.6k words

The photoshoot was amazing to Kazuha and Eunchae, weird to Wonwoo and Yuki, and a true nightmare to Seokmin.

 Eunchae kept making comments about how Seokmin and Kazuha would look so good as a couple, how they already looked like a couple sometimes, and even whispered in his ear about how incredible Kazuha is and how he should give her a chance. Meanwhile, Kazuha flirted with him from time to time in a very subtle way with her usual shy demeanor.

 Seokmin didn't know how to react, so he would always brush it away with an awkward smile, try to change the subject or put Yuki or Wonwoo into the conversation as well, but it seemed like he couldn’t escape that situation not even if he begged for every God that people believes to exist.

 He wanted to say no to Eunchae, to tell her that he wasn’t going to give Kazuha a chance because he was into someone else and was going for it with all he got, but he was too afraid to hurt Kazuha’s feelings. She was his friend and classmate after all.

 Yuki would glance at Wonwoo and Seokmin every time he heard the silly comments, but remained quiet and so did Wonwoo. It wasn’t their business to deal with.

 The girls didn’t know, but all Seokmin could really think about was ending the photoshoot session and going straight to your dorm, to finally see you and be with you — the person he’s really in love with, the only person he wants to be with.

 “Alrighty, that was the last picture. I think I got everything I needed and wanted, so we can finally go home.”

 “Oh, already?” Eunchae pouted. “Are you sure you don’t need any other picture? I don’t think you took enough pictures of Zuha!”

 “I’m pretty sure I took enough pictures of her.”

 “You heard him, Eunchae,” Kazuha hit her friend’s arm playfully. “Let’s go change our clothes.”

 “Fine.” Eunchae sighed and went to the locker room along with Kazuha.

 “Okay, what the hell was all that?” Wonwoo spoke up first, his voice quiet enough to not let the girls eavesdrop on his conversation with Seokmin and Yuki.

 “I don’t know!” Seokmin whispered. “It felt like Eunchae was all over me, but all she could talk about was Kazuha!”

 “Because she’s trying to pair you up with Zuha, isn’t it obvious?”

 “And isn’t it obvious that I was uncomfortable and am not interested in her?” He began to organize the place, removing the scenery and putting his cameras carefully back to his bag. “I don’t want to tell her that I’m not into her, I don’t want to hurt her feelings and lose her friendship.”

 “Seokmin, your friendship with Kazuha is already lost because she doesn’t see you as her friend anymore. She sees you as not only her crush, but as her future boyfriend. Didn’t you notice how she was acting during the photoshoot last week? She was trying her best to not kiss you or something like that. I even tweeted about that”

“As if Eunchae’s replies to her tweets about me weren’t enough,” he sighed and then looked at Yuki with a puzzled look. “Wait, was that tweet of yours about Kazuha?”

 Yuki patted his back before putting her makeup and hair products back in her bag. “Of course it was. I had to let it out somehow, but it was a huge mistake. The friends I have in common with Y/N replied and I even had to lie to Chan about the real reason for the tweet ‘cause that man can’t keep his mouth shut and I don’t want things to be ruined between you and Y/N. I know she likes you and you like her.”

“I do like Y/N. Very much so, if I have to be honest.”

“Trust me, it seems like everyone but Kazuha knows that, and it breaks my heart because she’s gonna get hurt and she’s such an amazing girl. But anyways, I wish I could stay a little longer to keep up with the convo and  say goodbye to the girls, but I’m already running late, so I have to go. Bye guys!”

 “Girl’s night?”

 “Nah, I’m going on a date with Chan. Got closer to him when we went to Jun’s beach house and he’s a cutie. I think soon enough we’ll be boyfriend and girlfriend, at least I hope so,” she smiled. “Tell the girls I said bye and, Seokmin, don’t screw everything up, okay? You have a girl who likes you and you don’t like her back and a girl who likes you and you like her as well, you know what to do.”

 “I know, thanks…I’ll tell them you got to go. Good luck on your date, and thank you for helping me out with the looks for the photoshoot.”

 “It’s nothing, you’re paying me and I’m doing my job. Send me the pics later.”

 Seokmin nodded and watched Yuki wave at him and Wonwoo and leave the studio.

 “So, what are you doing after leaving here?”

 “I’m picking up Y/N so she can spend the night at my dorm, my roommates won’t be there.”

 “That’s very nice, what do you plan to do to impress her?”

 “I don’t know, I was thinking about cooking for her, y’know? Show off my cooking skills a little bit, maybe she will see me as husband material. I was also thinking about watching a movie… and maybe kiss a little bit here and there if I’m lucky enough.”

 “Husband material?” Wonwoo laughed. “You’re not even her boyfriend yet and you’re already thinking about being husband material to her?”

 “What can I say? I’m an anxious person,” Seokmin smiled. “I really like her, Wonwoo. She’s amazing and makes me want to give her the entire universe.”

 “Who makes you want to give her the entire universe?” Eunchae asked as she left the locker room and walked towards the boys, Kazuha following her right behind. “Is it a girl whose name starts with K and ends with azuha?”

 Kazuha hit her shoulder. “Stop it…”

 “I- uh…” Seokmin got red and he was aware of that because of how his cheeks were burning. He knew that they could misunderstand his flustered look and think that he was really talking about Kazuha while they were away changing their clothes, so he had to think fast. “My mother! She really deserves the entire universe.”

 “Hey,” Kazuha smiled shyly. “Would I be asking you too much if I asked you to walk with me to my dorm?”

 “I can take you to your dorm, if you want to.” Wonwoo spoke up first.

 Seokmin glanced at his friend and flashed him a small smile that said it all — a huge ‘thank you for saving me from this one’.

 “Oh, you can take me to my dorm and Kazuha will go with Seokmin! Our dorms are in different areas.”

 “I…” Wonwoo looked at Seokmin, but Seokmin only nodded and looked at Kazuha.

 “Sure, let’s go.”

 Eunchae clapped her hands in excitement and Kazuha chuckled and mouthed an ‘okay’.

 “Thank you for this opportunity, Seokmin! I loved being your model.”

 “No problem, and thank you for agreeing with this. I’ll make sure you see the pictures before I send them to my professor and post them.”

 Eunchae smiled at Seokmin and hugged Kazuha before leaving with Wonwoo after he said bye to them as well.

 “So, should we get going?”

 “Ah, sure. Just let me go to the restroom real quick, please.”

 “Of course, no rush.”

 Seokmin nodded and went straight to the restroom, grabbing his phone to text you. After sending the last text, he went straight to where Kazuha was waiting for him. 

“Let’s go?”

 “Yes.”

 The walk to her dorm was very talkative, they talked about a lot of topics  that Kazuha brought up. Seokmin talked to her feeling more at ease because it all sounded friendly to him, just like it should be.

 “Oh, we’re already here! The talk was so good that I didn’t even realize we were already at the park.”

 “That’s true,” he chuckled. “Time passed quickly.”

 “Thank you for today and for walking with me. It meant a lot to me.”

 “It was nothing, Zuha.”

 “Do you want to go upstairs? My roommates are at a party. I thought that maybe we could watch a movie and talk a little bit more.”

 Seokmin’s mouth suddenly was as dry as a desert. Why the “sudden” invitation? He just looked at her for a moment while recalling the conversation in his head and fuck, he was too nice, too friendly again. Maybe some of his words came out as flirty to her.

 “Sorry, but I actually have plans.”

 “Oh,” he could see Kazuha’s smile dying for a few seconds before her lips were curled up again. “That’s okay. Maybe another day, right?”

 Seokmin chuckled awkwardly and nodded.

 “Y-yeah, maybe another day… Who knows.”

 The girl giggled.

 “You’re funny, Seokmin.”

 He couldn’t even reply to her, Kazuha suddenly took his hand and pressed her lips against his. Shock came over Seokmin and his eyes widened. He just stayed still, not knowing what to do as her free hand found its way to his chest and her lips were still pressed against his.

 When Seokmin's mind finally started to work again, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her away.

 “Kazuha…”

 “I like you, Seokmin,” she cut him off. “I’ve been into you for a really long time and I can’t believe I’m finally confessing my feelings for you like this. But I like you, I really do.”

 “Kazuha, I- shit,” he sighed and looked at her with an apologetic expression. “I don’t feel the same. I’m sorry.”

 Kazuha’s expression saddened and she took a step backwards, looking at him with surprise, confusion and sadness in her eyes.

 “I see…”

 “I never meant to make you think that I was flirting with you or anything like that and I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

 “No, it’s okay. Maybe…” her voice cracked and she looked up to avoid the tears from falling down before she looked back at him again. “Maybe if we go on some dates you’ll change your mind.”

 “I don’t think that’s gonna work, Kazuha. I like someone else.”

 She felt like she was being stabbed in her stomach and in her heart.

 “What if I wait for you?”

 “Patience won’t change anything. This person that I like means a lot to me and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with them. I don’t want to give you false hopes by telling you that if you wait for me, it could change how I feel for you. It won’t change, sorry.”

 Kazuha nodded and looked down, staring at her feet. She felt like a clown at that moment. The girl poured her heart out for the man she loved, only to listen to the words she would rather die than to hear them.

 Seokmin looked at her with the same sad eyes he saw in her face. He felt terrible for rejecting her, he tried to avoid that moment at all costs, but all his efforts were wasted.

 “Is it Y/N?” She sniffed and looked at him, her eyes were red and tears kept on falling down. “The person that you’re in love with, is it her?”

 Seokmin hesitated before nodding and mumbling a ‘yeah’.

 “What does she have that I don’t have? I mean, yes, Y/N is great. She’s my friend so I can confirm that she’s the type of girl that people would fall for pretty easily. But why am I not the same? What’s missing in me that’s not missing in her?”

 He only had one answer for that question: his heart. The only thing Y/N had that Kazuha didn’t have was his heart.

 “We don’t control our feelings, Kazuha. I didn’t choose to love Y/N and to only see you as a friend. I really like you and think that you are an amazing woman, but only in a platonic way…” he bit his lower lip. “Please don’t make me repeat myself, it’s killing me to know that I’m hurting you.”

 “Right, I’m sorry.”

 “No, don’t apologize. I appreciate you telling me about your feelings towards me and I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate them. I just hope this doesn’t mean that it’s the end of our friendship.”

 “Nah,” she shook her head while wiping away her tears and flashed a small and forced smile at him. “I might need some time to get over you, but I think it’s better to have you as my friend than to not have you in my life anymore. But anyways, I guess I should go now. You told me that you have plans for tonight and I don’t want to delay them.”

 “Will you be okay?”

 “I will. I always do.”

 Kazuha started to walk away from him, but she stopped in her tracks when she was already ten-ish feet away from Seokmin and turned around to face him.

 “Seokmin?”

 “Yeah?”

 “I’m happy to know that Y/N is the one you’re in love with. I guess it’s better to be rejected because the person you like is in love with someone who you know will make them happy than who you know will destroy their heart. I meant it when I said that she’s great, and I bet she’s gonna make you really happy.”

 Seokmin had to fight his own tears. He was happy to know that, even with her heart broken by him, Kazuha still had a part of her that was happy for him and for you. He gave her a warm and genuine smile.

 “Thank you.”

 The girl returned his smile with the same sad smile she had on her lips before and began to walk away again, this time without looking back.

 Seokmin watched her leave his sight before taking a deep breath and walking towards your dorm. He was still feeling bad and guilty for letting the situation escalate to the point that he had to see Kazuha crying while asking if things could change if she waited for him.

 He tried to shrug those thoughts away as soon as he stood in front of your dorm’s door, but it seemed impossible.

 He knocked on your door and waited. No sign of you. He knocked again and waited for a few more minutes. Still nothing of you, not even a single sound from inside the dorm.

 Seokmin was getting nervous and restless. What if something happened to you? Were you okay? He knocked one more time and waited, only to be met by the same silence again.

 He grabbed his phone and texted you, hoping you would reply to his texts right away. He was getting mentally ready for anything that could’ve happened: you lost track in time before and were getting ready only at that moment? He would sit on the hallway’s floor and wait for you. An accident happened and you’re in bed? He’s ready to take care of you if you want him to or to even give you a piggyback ride to the hospital. A worst accident happened and you’re in hospital? He’s already running towards the hospital you’re at and will stay by your side the whole time unless the doctors tell him to back off.

 After a few minutes, he got your message and he sighed. Your fucking period.

 Seokmin’s thumbs quickly tapped the phone’s keyboard and replied to your text as he was already walking away from your dorm’s door, deciding to go to a supermarket or a convenience store to buy you chocolates and a heating pad.

 However, his determination died as soon as he read your following texts, calling off your little date with him. His brows furrowed and he pouted, but accepted that he wouldn’t see you that night because you were unwell.

 He texted you back, then shoved his phone inside his pocket and walked away quietly, feeling awful about Kazuha's situation and because you’re in pain.

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[mametchiii]

tension — lee seokmin

PAIRING 𐂴 lee seokmin x reader

TAGS & WARNINGS 𐂴 non-idol au, suggestive, fluff, romantic tension (the tension is OFF THE CHARTS), lots of touching, flirtatious banter, best friends to lovers, teasing seokmin, a almost kiss happens, reader has a wild imagination, white wet shirt seokmin in milan vlog has me ruined

SUMMARY 𐂴 seokmin wanted to see you break. you wanted to break for him. and so, the white shirt saga began.

LYR'S SIDENOTES 𐂴 literally don't even have much to say other than this has been overdue for months now..i've always seen the pictures and told myself "hey i'm gonna write something for those" but never have 😭 today is the day though!! i finally did it guys i finally locked in 🥰 anyways enjoy flirty "oblivious" seokmin teasing your sanity

NOW PLAYING 𐂴 bad influence (seventeen)

WORD COUNT a little over 1k 𐂴 FOR @kstrucknet

a splash into the pool jolts your eyes open, and you shiver as the water droplets shower your bare skin. glancing to where the sound came from, you watch the surface of the water ripple before a dark head of hair resurfaces.

your best friend since high school, seokmin, had his head sticking out of the water, pushing his hair back and wiping his face of water.

the catch? he was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, white shirt now clinging to every dip and pinch of his muscled body. you could see the shirt clinging to his firm, tanned chest like a second skin, back muscles rippling as he shivered with his arms wrapped around him.

damn him and his stupid white t-shirt. he was doing it on purpose.

"what?" seokmin has the audacity to look at you with a blank face, pretending to be "confused" at your flustered appearance. you're too busy ogling at the size of his arms to say anything of use, and he knows it, taking advantage of your silence to smile like he's just won an award.

"you're blanking." seokmin's smirk is filled with proudness that makes you both simmer and fall even harder for him, and you dismiss the observation, rolling your eyes.

"you say that as if you're not standing in front of me with no shirt on." you say deadpannedly, and seokmin swims to the edge of the pool, arms on the warm pavement as he holds himself up.

the cuffs of his short sleeve t-shirt stick to seokmin's muscled arms, shoulders highlighted and out for all to see as he tilts his head to the side.

"i have a shirt on."

"a white t-shirt that's soaking wet..." you mumble, and seokmin looks you dead in the eyes, mouth twitching into something akin to a smile as he smirks.

"soaking wet and clinging to my body in ways you think you'd never see." seokmin's looking at you with such deviousness you're nearly shuddering in your seat before you roll your eyes and do your best to ignore him. he giggles like a schoolgirl before plugging his sharp nose and disappearing under water.

after a few seconds of swimming laps around the pool, he comes up for air, back facing yours as he reaches to wipe his face of the water. his back ripples and flexs with every move, and you feel your heart slow.

"come get in with me." seokmin turns around, swimming back to where you sit. he lays his head atop his arms, eyelashes clumping together from clorhine as he watches you intently.

"get in with you? seokmin—there's no telling what you'll do." you laugh, breathless from the tantalizing sight in front of you. you were close to breaking—seokmin knew it too.

"i'll do what i know you've been wanting me to do for ages." seokmin's voice sends something down your spine that makes you meet his gaze with a ferocity, and you leave your seat, making your way to seokmin before you fall to your knees and cup your hands to seokmin's wet cheeks.

it felt so different, having seokmin like this. he was like putty in your hands, eager to be used and felt and kissed.

you saw it in the way he glanced down at your lips, as if unable to hold back from reaching out and taking what he wants.

you could imagine how it would feel, too—seokmin's slender fingers gracefully wrapping around your waist. pressing you to the pool wall as he kisses you with intensity you'd never expect from him. sitting in his lap after you two are done playing in the water and caressing his jawline with your finger before moving onto his strong, defined nose.

"what are you thinking about, hm?" seokmin's hands had already completed step one of your daydream—he's wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tight, fingertips wonderfully digging into your sides.

"all the things i want you to do to me." you answer honestly, and it makes seokmin's eyebrows raise into his wet hair for just a second before his proud smile makes its way to his face.

seokmin lowers you into the pool, hushing you softly as you hiss at the chill of the water. he's running his hand up and down your back, nose pressed against your collarbone as he runs his lips across your skin as if to taste the water droplets.

"well, well well...guess who broke first?" seokmin asks softly, pulling you closer to him as he watches your hands trail over his firm chest and down his abdomen with fluttering fingers.

seokmin is milliseconds away from putting his lips on yours, eyes hungrily devoring you before a sentence ruins the tension-charged mood.

"um...i'm sorry, but we're going to have to ask you to leave if you're going to do anything inapproapriate in our public pool."

the nervous, slightly embarassed voice from a female staff member has you and seokmin scrambling away from each other. you trip up the stairs while trying to get out, and seokmin slips on the bottom of the pool before disappearing underwater for a few seconds.

muttering hurried apologies to the now traumatized girl, the two of you leave with pink cheeks and burning bodies.

as soon as the two of you clamor into the elevator, though, you're bursting out into laughter, seokmin quickly following suit. his shirt is still readily clinging to his toned body, but you do your best to ignore it.

"god, you're insane, seokmin." you let your head hit the back wall of the elevator, to which seokmin cups his hand behind it as if to shield you from the pain, smile still heavy on his face.

"just as insane as you are. why didn't you stop me?" he asks, and you flush, shaking your head.

"if you don't remember, you had me pinned against the pool wall."

that response made you both fall silent, and you feel your body start to heat up again as seokmin scoots closer, hand slowly creeping around your waist as he pulls you flush against him.

"i wasn't done, either."

you smile, looking up at seokmin's handsome face. his skin is so perfectly tanned by the sun outside, lips plump and dark eyes puppy-like as he smirks down at you.

"neither was i, pretty boy."

[mametchiii]

Im shaking like a dog omg did seokmin really say all of this….

︵⠀LATE NIGHT CALLS ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── when your boyfriend is far away, all you can do is call him and try to enjoy the late night call before having to hang up.

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 0.9k words warnings: none

ᯓ★ “late night calls, so sweet. just tell me you love me”

You hated Seokmin’s work and how it always manages to keep him away from you for days, maybe even weeks, due to some “important” meetings in other cities or even states.

Even though Seokmin would always text you when he had time to make up for the distance, it was never enough. You needed him in your arms peppering your face with his soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings.

This time, it was no different. You got your shared apartment after an exhausting day at work, wishing you could run to the arms of your lover and feel like you’re at home once again, only to be met by an uncomfortable silence and a feeling of loneliness.

The apartment isn’t the same without Seokmin. It feels like he’s the one who brings life to the place, like he’s the one who put the meaning of home in it. The yellow lights which are usually on are now off, there’s silence instead of his favorite playlist to listen to while cooking dinner playing, and the smell of wine and homemade cooking is nowhere to be found.

With a heavy sigh falling out from your lips, you placed your bag on the floor and did the same lonely routine you do every time your boyfriend isn’t home: take a hot shower and order some chinese food for dinner.

When you were already in bed, your phone buzzed. It was him calling. You felt a sense of warmth in your chest, and without thinking twice, you took the call.

 “I miss you more than normal tonight so I need to see your face,” you threw up the words as soon as the call connected.

When Seokmin’s chuckle reached your ears, you smiled instantly. You could even imagine his shoulders shaking, his lips curling up in a small yet sincere and gentle smile and his head shaking in denial at how clingy you were being. You didn’t care if he thought that you were being clingy because you really were and you knew that he liked that. The thought of you missing him that much never failed to make him fall in love with you all over again.

“Put the phone away from your ear and accept Facetime, love.”

He didn’t have to ask twice, your finger was already sliding on the phone screen, accepting the FaceTime call. Once it connected, you saw his face smiling at the camera, his collarbone on display, which made you come to the conclusion that he was shirtless, his curly hair dry and puffy. The sight of an angel, your angel.

“How is my darling doing?”

“Your darling misses you way too much. Can you imagine how depressing it is to come back home without you here? This place is not even a home without you in it! And to make everything worse, your side of your bed still smells like you, so every night I smell you on it and just get closer expecting to feel you wrapping your arms around me, and what happens? I meet the cold sheets! Last night I almost fell off the bed because of this.”

“Really?” Seokmin pouted and tilted his head, he looked like a sad puppy. A cute sad puppy. “Well, I miss you too. I miss you more than words could describe. But I have good news.”

 “I’m listening.”

“Tomorrow, when you get back from work, I’ll be there cooking dinner for us again.”

“No way! I thought you would stay there for three more days!”

“I was going to, but my boss was nice enough to let me get back home earlier than expected.”

“Oh, how I love your boss! On Christmas, I’ll bake cookies for him!”

He laughed and nodded.

“I bet he’ll love your cookies. Now, tell me about your day and don’t leave anything behind, because I can see in your eyes that you had a rough day.”

“How can you read me so well to the point of knowing how I’m feeling through a screen?”

“Because we’re soulmates, love.”

“We really are soulmates, aren’t we? I can’t believe I got this lucky,” you smiled and took a deep breath, staring at his concentrated and worried face. “It’s just work, today was exhausting. I’m mentally drained and I could use some comfort from my beloved boyfriend, but he’s miles away from me…”

“Must be hard, I’m so sorry I’m not with you. I wish I could be right there next to you, holding you while caressing your hair and singing you to sleep.”

“I wish you could be here too, but at least I’ll have you all by myself tomorrow, right?”

“That’s true, and I can’t wait to finally hug you and kiss you again,” his smile faltered as he checked the time. “It’s getting late, you should go to sleep now.”

“But I wanna keep talking to you,” you pouted. “Don’t you wanna know the new hot gossip about my new boss…?”

Seokmin rolled his eyes playfully and tried to hold back his smile before giving you a knowing look. He knew that trick of yours very well: you would say that you have some kind of hot gossip from work, but it’s actually something quite mundane and you exaggerate just to spend as much time as you can without hanging up the call.

“Lemme guess, your new boss likes tea rather than coffee?”

“C’mon, it’s not a silly gossip! It’s spicy,” you raised your eyebrows and smirked.

“Well, silly or spicy gossip, I’m all ears, babe. But you have exactly thirty minutes, okay? You have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Hm, I guess 30 minutes can work.”

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[mametchiii]

sol et luna ⏾ ksy [1.3k]

"The art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that has taken Kwon Soonyoung six years to master.  And once he’s finally caught up, the world stares in awe of your eclipse."

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, angst

a/n: i might just be physically incapable of writing something more than 2k words...lol. tagged some songs inside, hope you listen to them! also a repost in case you saw it jn...made some edits

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

fade in: ♫ never loved this way before - BOYNEXTDOOR

You and Soonyoung are quite the opposite souls.

Soonyoung loves like the sun: Among his charm and charisma is a love that always gives. He expects nothing in return, even if it means his love has to remain unrequited for 6 years and counting.

Kwon Soonyoung has always been in love with you since the start. That has been a known fact, to himself, to his best friend Jihoon, and everyone else who knows him.

It’s hard to miss the way his eyes glimmer with adoration whenever he looks at you, the way his head tilts to the side when he listens to you talk incessantly, giving an occasional hum to let you know that he’s still listening. 

A little amusing, but also quite the tragedy. Akin to watching a puppy on a leash; eyes full of hope, excitement, and the uncertainty of where its owner is going to take him next. You being the owner, of course.

The owner of his heart, the one that keeps it isolated outside your body when it longs to beat alongside yours all this while.

— Within the same cage, beating the same rhythm, circulating the same lifeline.

You love like the moon: Quiet, angelic, enchanting, haunting. Not always visible, but Soonyoung knows that you think of him every time the night falls. He only wonders though, if you think of him with a heart as heavy as his when he thinks of you.

When people think of the moon, they admire it for its tranquility, quiescence. They marvel at its beauty, but that’s all they take it for. 

Because the art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that takes years of mastery. Kwon Soonyoung loves you for your elegance, your radiance, and calming presence – a stark difference to his own radiant charm, sometimes overwhelming (not to you, though).

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Soonyoung hears a knock at his front door at 1 a.m, and he already knows who it is. He groans as he wakes, vision clouded with sleep as he moves to sit at the edge of the bed. His head lulls with drowsiness, contemplating whether or not to wait it out so you come back to him in the morning at a more appropriate time.

Still, he lifts off the bed and makes a steady shuffle through the living room and towards the front door.

His hand lands on the handle, covering a yawn with the other as he twists the knob to open the door. It reveals you, unsurprisingly, though disheveled and distraught. Notably barefoot, your heels are in your hand, purse slung over the shoulder of the same arm.

Wordlessly, he lets you into his apartment. Soonyoung picks your handbag as you drop it onto the floor, placing it onto the dresser by the front door. 

He shuffles to the kitchen with more grace than before. He doesn’t bother with the kitchen lights, the lamp from the living room already illuminating the area.

Soonyoung steeps you a hot cup of rooibos and places it on the end table. He sits on the ottoman adjacent to you, and lowers his head to meet your gaze which remains trained at his feet.

He places a hand on your knee. 

“What happened to your date?”

You don’t even bother anymore. It’s the same story each time, almost like a joke that writes itself.

“Same shit.” You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your chin on them. “It’s always the ‘too emotional’ bullshit. Like a lady cant have some fucking feelings and thoughts on how shitty her date is being.”

“I’m starting to feel all guys are the same raunchy pieces of shit.”

That elicits a sympathetic chuckle from Soonyoung. 

When you make eye contact, you let out a small pout and your posture softens.

“Don’t be like that,”  he moves over to sit next to you. 

“There’s someone out there who’s on your level. I’m sure of it.” He looks at you with his lips pursed in a tight smile, masking the fact that he knows exactly who he’s referring to.

You grab the TV remote and flip between the channels, eventually settling on its built-in spotify feature. Soonyoung’s night playlist appears first and you hit shuffle on that.

The soft hum of a synthesiser ensues. Then a beat syrupy and sweet. It feels a little empty, feels like yearning. 

Soonyoung kicks back on the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table and his head against the sofa. He looks up at the ceiling fan then closes his eyes.

He doesn’t need to look at you to know exactly how you look right now: You’re picking at your fingernails like you always do, and biting the skin off your bottom lip. 

Your mouth opens. Then closes. It opens again.

“He left me, you know.” You turn to look at Soonyoung, who’s looking at you now through half-lidded eyes.

A sigh. 

“He left me at the restaurant. An Irish goodbye in Korea, can you believe it? The gall of people nowadays, seriously.” It’s a poorly timed joke, and one that doesn’t land because Soonyoung isn’t smiling.

Only the music fills the room now. You’re thinking how to phrase your next words carefully so it doesn’t seem like you’re the asshole.

“Said I was boring, then spent half the date laughing as he texted away instead. God knows who it was, probably another girl who’s more interesting.”

He’s looking at your hands that continue to pick at your cuticles. You let go to let them rest at your sides instead and lean back on the couch the same way he does.

You let the silence linger a little longer – it’s Soonyoung’s kindness to you. 

And it’s the same peace you’ve been craving after, and he leaves it with you to mull over your thoughts before you continue speaking.

“I should get used to it, the heartbreak, the hurt. I’m always subjected to it for some reason, but it hurts all the same.” You choke up towards the end.

And you can’t help it anymore, but you do your best to quell tears threatening to spill over. 

Saying it out actually makes it sink in more, makes the delivery more painful than it already is – the crushing reality of what you fear may be your eternal damnation. 

It feels venomous almost, but not lethal enough of a dose to stop you from chasing the high of love at its hottest.

“Why are you even thinking that you should be getting used to it? Of course it’ll all hurt the same”

Your head turns to the side. A tear rolls out of your eye and lands on the sofa with a soft thump.

“You’re just with all the wrong guys. You know, like, they don’t actually like you for you. Just the idea of a trophy wife.”

“What?”

Soonyoung sits up now. He places his hand on top of yours. He’s cautious, but it’s warm, so you let it be. Like the afterglow of the sun, it’s healing and grounding.

“Y/N, you're beautiful, incredibly attractive, and you’re literally accomplished to hell.”

It’s a dangerous road he starts on, but he trudges on nonetheless.

“Soony-“

You want to stop him, stop him from saying something he might regret later —

“You’re easy to talk to, so incredibly interesting, kind and caring, and so so smart.” 

You finally shift from his fingers to meet his eyes, and his gaze goes straight through to your heart. Your breath catches in your throat.

It's piercing but strangely melancholic. 

— to stop him from saying something that maybe, you’re not ready to face just yet.

Because you both know. And it's sad and it's sweet, and it mangles your heart in ways that you have his.

“So please, realise that it’s me.” He laces his fingers through yours.

His voice breaks, and continues in a voice barely above a whisper:

“Give me one chance; and it’ll be the best and your last.”

fade in: ♫ pages - WIMY

The art of learning to love the moon is an acquired one. One that has taken Kwon Soonyoung six years to master. 

And once he’s finally caught up, the world stares in awe of your eclipse.

-☾ ☀︎-

[mametchiii]

— wrong number, right person;

୧   ₊˚  ⋅ dino doesn't like being bored on his days off, so much so that he's always thinking of random things to do and one day he lets his intrusive thoughts win and messages a random number hoping it's a girl to talk to; the only problem is he's not a good conversation starter so flirting will have to do, he thinks. maybe a lot of it.. part 2/2! part one here.

pairing: non!idol dino x afab!reader

genre: messages, text au, strangers to lovers, very corny, humor

cw: not really any cws for this just note dino acts very corny and cheesy and reader ofc roasts him for it, sfw and safe for minors to interact but dnf