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[nothingbutboo]

amnesia

cho seungyoun (woodz) x original female character fear, slight romance, tragedy / zombie apocalypse 2,390 words slight gore, major character death

a/n i've been wanting to write a seungyoun fic ever since oo-li came out ... the release of amnesia really kicked this off so i would recommend listening to amnesia on repeat when you read this ☝️

“I will hold your hand”. There is a pause, an uneasiness in the air. The sound of heavy breathing and trickling rain sets the tone. The neighborhood is too quiet for the chaos that had followed these two for the past hour. Sirens have ceased to ring through the air and the sun which had set hours ago left anyone who found themselves outside in this cold rainy night- vulnerable and in danger. “No matter where I am… Who I’m with. Even if ten of those motherfuckers were on your heel”. Their eye contact has not faltered. 

“I will hold your hand”. He repeats, hurriedly scanning her face for any sort of reaction. “So please”. This is said softer now, and he glances at her hands which are balled up at her sides. “Give me your hand”.

Jo can not seem to calm down. Seungyoun’s hand is in front of her, the ringing in her ears, and the fact that they have been running for what seems like the past hour. 

This started- or well- it found them at Seungyoun’s house. The new year was close by and it was sort of a tradition for both of them to bake cookies for the neighborhood. Ever since grade 8 they had done this and there was no use in stopping now that they were well into their late 20s. Sirens had been going off all morning with an unusual sense of panic in the air. Though with the heavy rain that had been falling for the past couple of days, they thought nothing of it. 

A raindrop hit Jo on the highest part of her cheekbone. She recalled the moment they heard that scream. A blood curdling, long lasting scream. The oven was still on, cookies out all over the dining table, her favorite movie playing on the tv, and Seungyoun out the door. It didn’t take long for Jo to follow and she felt the rain on her skin first. Her sweat mixed with rain continued to run down her face- though the same is true with Seungyoun. 

Jo can tell that she must seem fucked up by the way Seungyoun is looking at her. She doesn’t recognize this expression on his face. Is it concern? Exhaustion? Anxiety? Pain? Or a mixture of all of those at once? But his hand is still in front of her, and her eyes move down to look at his hand. She suddenly thinks that the rain is mesmerizing. She can hear the way it’s falling on the grass, sliding off the leaves of trees, windows, cars, and the feeling of it on her skin. Cold. She can see the rain washing away the blood that doesn’t stop pouring out of Seungyoun’s neighbor’s neck. She won’t stop bleeding and that person won’t stop tearing into her flesh. Ripping out muscles and skin and- 

It’s cold.

Jo feels her shirt get heavier and wonders how Seungyoun is feeling about that. Doesn’t he just want to rip the wet, heavy shirt off of his skin?  

Jo’s nails dig deeper into her palm. She can feel that. Coldness on her skin, pain in her palms, heartbeat in her breath. She can see Seungyoun as he’s grabbing her by the shoulders. He must be saying something important. But there’s only the rain and her heartbeat accompanied by a feeling Jo has never felt before. She almost smiles.

But there is nothing to smile about. Nothing to say to her, to Seungyoun, to that dead neighbor, or the man who was tearing her apart. You can say nothing that will make them smile. 

Seungyoun’s eyes widened. Jo is certain she heard it. And it happens again.

 A twig snaps. 

Just like that her senses come rushing back to her. Seungyoun has stopped talking now and is hyper focused on something behind her. She knows this expression on his face. Something she saw for the first time only an hour before now. The same look she saw on his face as he tried tearing the dead man off of his neighbor. The same look he gave her as Jo held onto his arm with all her strength to get him away. The same look Seungyoun saw as Jo ran behind him through the night, towards anywhere besides home. 

Fear.

Jo’s hands finally relaxed and she snapped her head in the direction Seungyoun was looking. They wished it was just a guy from the neighborhood, who was maybe just taking a late night stroll. But the limp in his step, and the blood pouring out of his cheek told a completely different story. He did not cry out in pain. Even if his bone was poking out of his knee. He certainly did not fall to the ground. 

Three seconds passed, maybe four before the man- the dead man-  made eye contact with both Jo and Seungyoun. They did not have the luxury to assess the situation. They only ran. This time it was Jo who grabbed Seungyoun’s hand and they traveled into the forest which surrounded the suburbs in their city.  ______

“Later at a field at night, I thought I saw death”. Jo was turned away from Seungyoun and she was looking somewhere in the trees. The moonlight was faint and Jo couldn’t make out where or how far they were into the forest. “I heard that quote in a cartoon before and I think I now know what it means”. 

Seungyoun nodded even though he knew Jo couldn’t see him. He didn’t even think Jo wanted a response. 

“I mean it was pretty comedic in the show” Jo turned back to look at Seungyoun for a second, “but I kinda feel that way right now. Just sitting here and feeling like the end is just on the horizon. That I’m observing my fate”. Seungyoun took notice of the blood that had dried on Jo’s shirt. He thought the rain would’ve washed everything away but the blood seemed to remain. “Not in a threatening way, although ominous”. 

“Are you cold?”. Seungyoun asked. He knew the answer of course. Their clothes were still damp and as the night grew, it just kept getting colder and colder. 

Jo didn’t answer though, she just shifted around where she was sitting in the dirt then continued, “I’m sorry about how I was acting earlier and-” She turned to face Seungyoun completely. He was in the process of opening his mouth, “don’t say “it’s okay” or “you get it” because it was not okay. Not okay at all”. Jo couldn’t help but stare at the ground, “I know that’s probably one of the many reactions someone can have to seeing dozens of people die or like eat each other,” she could feel Seungyoun’s gaze. “But we’re responsible for ourselves and … I know we feel responsible for each other. That was just really dangerous and stupid of me to freeze up like that”. Jo looked up and stared directly into Seungyoun’s eyes, “I just want to say sorry. Although I can’t promise I won’t do it again”. They smiled slightly at each other.

The situation was kind of ridiculous. Jo knew that as well as Seungyoun. There isn’t a time in any of their ancestors or friends or cousins lives where they feared dead people cannibalizing them. At least up until now. 

Seungyoun held out his hand for Jo to hold, “We good?”.

“Good” Jo nodded back and smacked his hand.  ______

Two, maybe three hours passed and the cold was beginning to become a problem. 

Besides Seungyoun, Jo seemed to be dozing off against the stump of a tree. He watched her for a while, taking note of the way her nose seemed to get bluer as the seconds passed by. Her fingers as well. Looking back at himself, he knew the same was happening. He began shivering more than normal which was a sign of bad things to come.

“Hey we need to take these wet clothes off immediately” Seungyoun spoke up, bumping into Jo’s shoulder lightly. “Maybe move around a little”.

Seungyoun stood up and proceeded to remove his shirt and then pants, slightly jumping while pacing around the tree Jo sat beside. “Seriously Jo”. Even without daylight, he could see his breath and feel the chill of the air all around him. He stopped moving to take a closer look at Jo who was still laying on the tree. 

“Jo Houlihan”. Seungyoun was more concerned now and it was painfully obvious by the tone of his voice. He reached for her hand and in the process of pulling her up he stopped, “You’re fucking freezing”.

  “Yeah …” Jo replied weakly, using her free hand to grip Seungyoun’s shoulder. Surprised, she continued, “Oh - you’re kind of warm”. 

Jo’s comment made Seungyoun smile, “That’s the point silly”. He made sure Jo was standing up steady, “Now let’s get these clothes off of you and maybe run around a little”. 

“If this was in any other situation, I would’ve laughed in your face if you said something like that to me”. Jo remarked. At this point Jo was in her underwear and was now peeling her socks off her feet. “Wow it really is cold though”. 

“Yeah ..”. 

They did warm-up exercises for about thirty minutes. Small chit chat, the sounds of the forest, and wet leaves crunching under their feet were probably the only things that could be heard for miles. That was until the scream stopped them in their tracks. It must’ve been a mile away but the echo was loud and didn’t stop. Maybe it was two different people, but that scream was familiar. It brought Seungyoun back to the porch of his neighbor’s house. Jo back to the gore and the horror. Seungyoun didn’t realize until the screaming stopped that he had Jo in his arms. 

Jo exhaled, unaware that she was even holding her breath in the first place. She was shaking and Seungyoun was too, though she didn’t think it was because of the weather. 

Still in his arms, she looked up at Seungyoun who was staring off into the distance. “We should sit down now”. It was framed as a suggestion even though they both knew that any form of noise could attract the dead people towards them.  

Holding to each other still, they slowly made their way beside the tree that Jo originally laid on. Relying on each other’s body heat to keep themselves from freezing. They did not have the courage to speak up after hearing the scream in the forest. So they laid there on the cold wet forest floor, too petrified to sleep. Waiting for something. Waiting for someone- or a sound, or the end. 

It was the first chirp that knocked Seungyoun out of this trance. It wasn’t exactly dawn, but he knew it must be just before sunrise. Jo was awakened as well. She shifted a little bit within Seungyoun’s embrace and just as the leaves crunched right beside her- they heard the noise. That dreaded noise. 

About 30 feet away from where they lay, in the darkness of the trees a low groaning emerged. Seungyoun could almost feel Jo’s blood go cold. 

There was no use staying still. No use waiting for it to be in their line of sight. They heard the screams, they’ve seen the outcome. 

Panicked, Jo jumped up grasping onto whatever part of Seungyoun she could manage to get a hold onto, pulling him up as well. “Seungyoun”. Her voice was laced with desperation, shakey and afraid.

Seungyoun looked down at her, his hands shaking and his body full of anxiety. Out of options, he says, “We have to run”.  ______

Now they have run farther than they have before, not out of the forest but to the end of the world. What they are faced with is a beautiful sunrise illuminating the mountains and hills that border the valley of the cliff they stand on. The small towns that reside in the valley seem to be burning, smoke but also screams of terror echo and can even be heard where they stand. Out of breath and out of options they look out at the scene of the end of the world. Hand and in hand they feel the warmth of the sunrise. The warmth hits their cheeks first and then spreads all the way to their toes. 

The groaning and snapping of leaves and sticks could be heard not far from where they are. They were chased for so long and still unable to lose the beasts that stalked them. Jo is certain that the dead people are close by. Maybe two to three minutes away. Jo isn’t scared, Seungyoun isn’t either. The view is too beautiful for that. 

“If I close my eyes” Seungyoun starts. He looks to Jo, taking in her beauty but also the signs of exhaustion, the blood, and cuts. “Is everything gone?”.

Similarly, Jo looks back at Seungyoun and gives him a mischievous smile, her eyebrow raising in the process, “Should we get a running start?”. 

Seungyoun sighs and smiles. He closes his eyes for a second and a tear rolls down his cheek. The dead people are getting closer. Fear rushes through Jo’s veins as she continues to look at Seungyoun. Her smile has faltered and tears well up in her eyes. 

When he opens his eyes, it seems that both of them are at their breaking point. They continue to look at each other for a moment. Saying things that cannot be expressed through words. When that moment passes and they are brought back into reality, Seungyoun starts to step back a little bit. Jo does the same.

They breathe in.

And then out. 

They then run full speed towards the sun. Into the light and the warmth of the beginning and the end of the world. Into the fire that burns the valley and the cool water that brings life to the plants all around them. Their hands never once separate and they are reborn into birds who are free to roam the earth without fear of the dead people who now terrorize the public. But they have not forgotten who they are. They can’t turn their heads and pretend that they know nothing. They can only wish for one thing. 

Amnesia. 

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flesh and bone | 3

◦ pairing yoon jeonghan x reader ◦ genre & theme action, tragedy, romance | zombie apocalypse ◦ words 3,764 ◦ warnings blood, gore, death ◦ a/n i’ve done a lot of thinking about this these past months, because when i wrote the short it was just like… me wanting to do a dumb zombie au full of the stuff zombie flicks usually are full of (interpersonal drama, unnecessary instances of putting yourself in danger, deux ex machinas, scruff side characters, major character death and so on). obviously this full version is a lot more to me than that, and so i was considering a lot of different ways i could spin it that would change the ending. when it came down to it, i found that i loved this piece, cliches and all, and as such it’ll just be what it was and what it is.

a thousand thank yous to @lililihui for helping me beta this

01. | 02. | 03.

A familiar voice calls your name almost the moment you step into the loud, filled-to-the-brim house. As soon as you step inside, you’re hit with a rush of smells that almost makes you take a step back; the scent of a delicious egg and bacon breakfast tickling your nostrils, the harsh edge of whisky seeming almost like a distorted, disconnected afterthought. You think you pick up the scent of a perfume, as well; lavender and vanilla fighting for dominance as the fragrance hits your face.

When you turn your head to follow the voice, you’re not surprised to see your best friend, Kwon Soonyoung, standing a few feet away further into the hallway. Somehow he looks blurry; uneven at the edges and features bleeding out on his face. He looks shorter, younger somehow, his hair cut in a familiar, dark brown bowl cut. He looks at you for a moment, head tilted up to meet your face and his lips curled in a secret sort of smile. You glance around.

The hallway is empty. Your head feels hazy.

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manager!jeonghan x fem!celebrity!reader

genres & themes: fake dating but subverted, celebrity au, fluff, rom com, romance

words: 9.5k

warnings: nothing really explicitly described or overly angsty, but mc is a celebrity and was a child star, and several other characters are also celebrities. because of that, there’s mentions of media pressure, paparazzi stalking, questionable managers/parents while she was a child star, body image concerns, dieting, and a generally unhealthy hollywood lifestyle. but i keep everything relatively light! this is definitely not angst!

in which your manager, jeonghan, thinks it’ll be good publicity for you to date hollywood actor and notable heartthrob, joshua hong. of course, everything would be nice and easy if you ended up falling in love with your fake boyfriend joshua, but life is complicated, and your heart ends up pulling you in another direction completely.

feat: hot actor with a heart of gold joshua, eccentric soundcloud rapper vernon, long-suffering personal trainer seungcheol, and angry producer jihoon

title and soundtrack: down to earth - umi 

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Bitchless [M] Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader Tags: 7.2k, Roommate!AU, Smut, Humor Summary: While stuck in quarantine, what starts as just a joke becomes some sort of twisted sexual hunger games between you and your dorky yet admittedly attractive roommate who’s deadset on proving you wrong. 

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+, Minors DNI, suggestive throughout, language, loads of teasing/lowkey edging, kissing/making out, heavy petting, breast play, unprotected sex (mxf), a teensy bit of manhandling, not a hand kink persay - he’s using them…a lot. 

“I’m bored.”

It’s probably the thousandth time you’ve heard your roommate repeat this sentiment within the hour and you’re only four days into your mandatory two week quarantine. The likelihood of you strangling him was so high that you automatically shifted further away from him on the couch lest you suddenly drop your book and wrap your hands around his stupid neck to shake him silly. 

You reign in your irritation and refuse to look over at him, dangling upside down on the couch beside you, feet hanging over the back as if his mother had swatted him for it his whole life and now that he was an adult, he was indulging in all the dumb ways to sit on furniture without repercussion. You’d scold him but he paid for the couch himself so he can sit however he likes. 

Chan boldly reaches an arm out toward you and pokes your side, quickly retracting it as you gasp and then scowl at him. “We still have ten days to go and you’re already being annoying.”

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a lonely thing to do

jeonghan x reader

word count: ~ 6300 a/n: songwriter!reader; lyrics which are used in this story as being the reader-character’s are actually those of joni mitchell, whom i adore always; sex is talked about and led up to but not explicitly described.

Usually you don’t realize you’re in love until the heartbreak comes. With Jeonghan, it dawns on you sooner than that, while the two of you are still in the throes of a barely-secret fling. Still, neither of you are seeking a commitment, so what is there to do when you’re the only one in love?

You aren’t pretty when you cry, not like girls in movies and music videos. It’s all the worse because you know Jeonghan will still be gorgeous when he inevitably breaks your heart.

This is the concept you’re toying with inside your mind as you sit on your couch at half-past two in the morning with one lamp on and your notepad in your lap. Jeonghan is in the next room over, sleeping and entirely unaware that you’re already imagining how this will all come crumbling apart. In the margins of the page, you slowly write down the words premeditated disaster. With a sigh, you let your gaze settle back on to the verse you were still in the middle of writing.

❥ ❥ ❥

Seventeen has a reputation. There’s enough creative energy and musicality shared between the lot of them that their nickname of self-producing is merited. Nevertheless, you’re aware there are composers and writers brought in on their projects. It’s just that you just had never imagined being on the receiving end of a business inquiry from Pledis.

You’ve been successfully making a living as a songwriter for a few years. A handful of the singles you’ve put together for various artists have done well enough in the charts for you to gain confidence in presenting your work to companies and artists alike. You do your best to carry that confidence into the room when you go to meet with a handful of the members of Seventeen to work on a track with them.

Jihoon had been the one to request management reach out to you for collaboration. Evidently,  he’d taken note of your name in the writing credits of several songs he’d been listening to a lot lately. So when he found himself hitting a wall with his own music for their next comeback, your name had come to mind easily.

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[yjh] are you happy?

jeonghan x reader post-apocalyptic au | wc. 2.3k | warnings: death, gore a/n: originally posted as a tbz fic as a fake title request, so thank you to the anon who sent in this title

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time has a funny way of waxing and waning through your life. it slows and stops for years and years and years. and then it's running past you, a blur of moments painted before you in hues of pink and blue. time was slow when the rekshi came. when they appeared five years ago, stealing the scream from your lips and people from your life. you swear time stopped when they got seungcheol. and sometimes it feels like time hasn't restarted since. like you're still stuck in that moment, the stench of gasoline, the rekshi's screech, seungcheol's. burned flesh smells terrible--you know that now. people, no matter how small, have a lot of blood. you know that too. you learned about amnesia after trauma in a psychology class seven years ago. you wish it'd happen to you already. that you could wake up and forget all of it. every wretched second of the time that hasn't moved since the rekshi took seungcheol from you.

but then again, time isn't always so unbearably still. other times it's quick, like a bullet. like disaster. it's knocking your door down and pushing you against the wall, gun to your head and knife to your throat. time can be faster than any car or ship or aircraft. it's faster than you can run. faster than anyone. but the funny thing about time is that once it does finally start, it doesn't know how to stop.

time re-started, a year after seungcheol and five days after meeting jeonghan through a close call with a rekshi that you just barely saved him from. near-death experiences do that to people. bind them together like red threads of fate. "it's a good thing we don't meet a lot of people then," you had told jeonghan, five days on the road with him and the soulmate metaphor still falling off his lips.

"why's that?"

"everyday is near death."

he had laughed. and you swear that alone made time start again. a distant ticking of a clock buried under the sound of his giggle.

and time hasn't really slowed down since. it didn't slow when you told him about seungcheol nor did it when he told you about joshua. time doesn't even hesitate when you kiss jeonghan for the first time, doesn't stop to breathe when he kisses you back. it doesn't pause when you and jeonghan meet seokmin. and when the rekshi take seokmin, the same sickening way as seungcheol, time only seems to speed up.

"no one else." you whisper against jeonghan's neck one night, a month after seokmin. a vow to yourself between the lines of your request to him. a vow to never make yourself feel that pain again. "only us two from now on."

"okay." he whispered back, just as solemnly, just as heartbroken, just as lost. "only us."

the mutual promise is broken by you and him five months after that night. but neither of you could turn away when the little girl asked for help, neither of you could walk away when it was so obvious that she had nowhere else to go.

but even then, time doesn't slow down. time doesn't stop or break or pause when the rekshi get her too, a year after you both found her. time doesn't wait for you to catch up. you want to take your fist and shatter the entire concept. you want to take the entire idea of time in your arms and throw it off the tallest cliff in the farthest corner of the world. you want to be something else altogether, something beyond time. unaffected by it.

things change after the little girl goes. a gut-wrenching realization that lands like a rock in the pit of your stomach when jeonghan's laugh no longer manages to bury the ticking clock. jeonghan laughs, and you can only wonder how much longer you have with him. it's been three years now, almost as long as you had seungcheol before the rekshi came.

you remember what he said to you all those years ago, when you were both still strangers, before you knew his heart like your childhood home, before his name sounded like prayer slipping off your tongue. you remember how he said near-death experiences bind people together like the mythical red threads of fate. is that what it means to be bound to someone? is a soulmate, for all its nuance, simply just the person by your side in the face of death? to stare death in the eyes like an old friend with his hand in yours?

you remember what you said after. how everyday was near-death. and when you said that, you thought you had no more than a year left in you. that even if you had managed to survive past the rekshi, you wouldn't have survived your own head. give it a year, you had told yourself a week before meeting jeonghan, a year before grief wraps me like a blanket and suffocates me with its falsely warm arms. it had been a dramatic sentiment, you were dramatic back then and sometimes you still are. but you believed it. and you kept on believing it until a year had passed. seokmin still alive and you still alive too. grief hadn't encompassed like you thought it would. instead, it slithered away the way the cold does between february and march. a surprisingly warm day. and then another. and then it's may and you're laying in the sand with jeonghan under the sun. seokmin gone, but still not cold. not the way you were after seungcheol at least. you lay beside jeonghan, eyes closed and relishing in the light of the sun, and wondering when grief stopped being a weighted blanket that sat on your chest and threatened to crush your lungs. you wonder when grief became a small presence that sits at your feet, unbothered, until you decide to take it your arms and hold the freezing thing against your cheek and heart. you wonder when grief stopped being the default. when it became a choice, not one made to feel sad, but rather, one made to remember.

that day, in the sand and under the may sun, you remember turning to jeonghan and saying it was more than soulmates. he was more than just bound to you and especially not by some wavering red thread. he was your air. your water. the sound of laughter. a reason to keep on running after time. someone to hand the cold weight of grief to, passing it back and forth like kids playing catch, someone to hug when you held it for too long. someone to remind you to set grief back down and that it's okay to occasionally forget about the lives that were. about seokmin and seungcheol. someone to catch you when you spend too long staring at the grief by your feet, someone to push your chin up and tell you to look at the sun. look ahead. look at me. someone to say don't go. someone to stay for.

but that was nearly two years ago. that was before the little girl. before he looked at her and saw what you see in him. things change after the little girl, but it's less to do with you and more to do with jeonghan. more to do with the fact that the girl is gone and you aren't enough to stick around for.

"stop the car." you say one day, abruptly, the words coming out like a confession. he does. as suddenly as you said it.

you're out of the car immediately. running through a field of tall grass and white flowers. you run and run and run. it's been five years since rekshi appeared, not much less since they took seungcheol. four years since you met jeonghan. three since seokmin died. a little over one since the girl. you run past those memories, collecting them in your arms, carrying each of them, their burdening weight slowing you down because you can't breathe anymore. so you do the next most reasonable thing. you grab the grief at your feet and swallow it, let it inflate your lungs. then you keep running. the field is infinite like time. but you run, never faltering, ripping out the grass accidently, tearing every moment of the past five years apart. and then you stop. at the edge of the cliff. at the rim of the word. you stand in the face of death and beside time itself. finally you've caught up to it. finally you gather it in your arms, fit the seconds between the memories and throw them all off the edge of the world.

you remember a documentary you watched once. you don't remember when you watched it, but you remember it now, at the edge of the world while watching time fall. the documentary was about buffaloes, how they travel in herds and fall off cliffs together. how they must not know what they're doing. how they must be blindly following the buffalo in front. you wish to be like that now. to run and throw yourself off the side of this cliff and have it not be a choice. you've spent so long chasing after time, that now, it almost feels natural to run off the edge of the world behind it. it feels like the only thing left to do. to follow the one before you and fall.

"don't jump!" you hear jeonghan scream from behind you.

you turn and he's already running towards you, through the field you just tore through, the same one you just stripped bear. he runs to you like he could hear how much you were thinking about the jump--or more accurately--thinking about the fall.

"don't jump." he repeats, breathlessly, coming to a stop ten paces away from you. too far away. he looks scared. hesitant. as if he knows that if he comes any closer you just might. "please. don't jump."

neither of you say anything after that. you stand facing jeonghan and your back turned to the edge of the world. you both stand in a field beyond the rest of the world and beyond time. you both stand like you're the only two people who matter. and maybe that's not just a stupid simile. maybe that's the truth.

you step towards him once. twice. a third time. he doesn't move. he stands seven paces away from you now, but it feels like worlds apart. like he's at one end and you're at the other.

finally, you ask, "would you?"

and a timeless silence follows.

despite the world between him and you, you still hear every break in his voice when he chokes out, "it's just been so long."

he falls to his knees.

and you cross the world to get to him. you've always been willing to.

he cries next to the flowers. face half covered by the grass. you stand above him. wondering whether he wishes he was like a buffalo too. wondering if he's waiting for you to fall so that he can follow. for how long have you both been standing at the edge and refusing to fall off for each other?

"jeonghan," you kneel down in front of him, "where did you go?"

"i knew her." he sobs. you stare at him. "the girl. she was from my hometown. she didn't remember me. she was so young, but i remembered her. and i knew her mother and her sister. i knew. and it felt like she was untouched by this world, that they couldn't touch her. she gave me hope. like we weren't just sitting and waiting for death, like maybe there's an end to all this. but she's gone. in my head she was invincible. but still, the rekshi got her. and they got seokmin and joshua and everyone. and i don't want to wait for them to get you too."

you don't say anything. you sit in front of him silently. waiting for the flowers to soak up his sobs. you wait for him. long enough for your memories to have crawled back up from the edge of the world and take their place beside you. the girl was his seungcheol, a tether to life before. you're beyond time. have spent the past four or so years chasing after it, and finally today you caught up and threw it away. all this time, you thought jeonghan was right behind you, running after time, after you. but you were wrong. he's been stuck in time since the rekshi got her. and before he could catch up to it, you threw it off the ends of earth. you look behind you. you wait for the time you flung past the cliff to crash. and then you wait for a new clock to start clicking. you laugh, for a number of reasons, but mainly to drown the sound of it.

time is a funny thing. you always thought it waxed and waned, slowed down and sped up. but really, time is a circle with you in the center. and time is the only thing standing between you and jeonghan.

you take the grief at his feet and place it next to the memories beside you. you hold his frozen grief in your hands the same way he's done before with yours.

"deja vu." he mutters, like he can see what you're doing. but he can't. there is no tangible grief for you to hold. it's a metaphor.

"are you happy?"

he sighs. "i was. i am. it's just--"

"no. jeonghan." you take his face in your hands, holding him in your palms. this isn't a metaphor. in a world of things that are, this is real. "are you happy?"

he must hear the clock ticking. he frowns. "are you?"

a/n: there are probably so many typos in this, i apologize, if anyone thinks i should expand on this then lmk cause ngl i am toying with the idea

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“hey, just a suggestion, but don’t you think this is too much?”

“hmm?” jeonghan can barely glance over with his eyes glued to the lens of the binoculars, his other reaching out for the bag of chips in your hand. reluctantly, you hand him one and he pops it into his mouth, still staring intently towards the entrance of the cinema as the sound of crunching fills the silence.

“jeonghan?” you start waving in front of his view, effectively disrupting his concentration and he finally puts the binoculars down.

he looks at you, confused. “did you say something?”

“are we actually spending our saturday night spying on your sister and her date?”

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wonwoo with prompts #9 + #49 pls !! (this prompt list is so amazing, every single one is gorgeous 🥺)

9. rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat + 49. summer heat

[the heat of the moment] / 747 words / roommate au, mutual pining / no warnings

you pace in and out of your room with one hand holding your phone to your cheek and the other gripping your hand-held fan. wonwoo is moderately envious that yours was still running when his died hours ago. so, to prevent from getting a heatstroke, he lay on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, limbs spread out like a shrivelled up starfish.

when you appear in his line of sight, it’s with an indifferent expression. “they said the power won’t be back till tomorrow, probably.”

wonwoo scoffs. “aren’t apartment buildings supposed to have backup generators?”

“yeah, apparently it’s being repaired for the last few days.”

wonwoo wants to blame something but can’t find the energy to voice his frustrations. what in the world were the service fees you were both paying—in addition to the rent—going to if not to prevent situations like this?

it was recorded to be the hottest day in summer and neither of you were able to go out unless you fancied a nice stroll down the emergency staircase from the 23rd floor. wonwoo was sure that if he ever attempted doing that, he’d drown in his sweat before reaching the ground.

suddenly, wonwoo feels you gently nudge the sole of his foot with your toe. “get up, it’s my turn.”

wonwoo barely looks up at you with narrowed eyes and the first thing he wants to question is why his first thought, when he sees you, is how nice you look. maybe the heat was getting to him, maybe his brain-waves were turning a little wonky. or, maybe it’s because you’ve borrowed his muscle tee when all your summer attire was in the laundry. even with sweat dripping down the side of your head, wonwoo thinks you’re glowing.

you kick his foot again. “you’re not dead yet, right?”

“i just might be,” he mutters. “and quit touching me, you don’t get to lie here cause you still have your fan.”

“it literally just died.”

wonwoo sighs, but maintains his ground by refusing to budge.

the kitchen area was as generous as a two-bedroom apartment could get, meaning, it may have been built to accommodate two adults standing together but not to have two adults laying on its floors. you’re sure the architect or the interior designer never really drew up such a ridiculous scenario, given that apartment buildings should have backup generators.

but you don’t move either from where you stood and wonwoo is getting mildly ticked off at the fact that you’re trying to intimidate him into leaving.

“go away. i got here first,” he says.

“stop being a baby, just scoot over. it fits us both.”

the kitchen, however, does not fit you both.

wonwoo learned the hard way to deal with your go-getter attitude but he hasn’t really grasped how to prevent your impulsive actions. wonwoo realises a little too late what you’re trying to do until all he sees is a split-second of you, ungracefully tumbling towards him.

then all he sees is darkness, and when wonwoo shakes his head, he realises it’s because he’s covered in your hair. somehow, you’ve managed to outdo yourself. wonwoo puts two and two together and figures you’ve tripped over his legs and basically used him as a crash cushion.

but when you lift your head from beside his face to meet him eye-to-eye, wonwoo finds himself involuntarily holding his breath. you’ve relieved a bit of your weight on him by pushing yourself up slightly on your arms, but doing so only drew wonwoo’s attention to the way you’re chest is flush against his, your knee brushing against his thigh. his heartbeat begins to feel like a ringing metronome, its slow beats banging firm against his ribs. or maybe that was your heartbeat. maybe it was the both of yours synchronised.

there is only startledness in your eyes but wonwoo is thinking about how warm your breath is, fanning his upper lip.

“i’m so sorry,” you breathe.

maybe wonwoo should’ve thanked his sluggishness for not doing something unreasonable, because you immediately pushed yourself off of him and fled into your room. maybe it was a good thing that he was utterly paralysed and could not stop you from leaving, despite his instincts really wanting him to.

so, wonwoo remains on the kitchen floor well into the evening, frozen in place and trying to figure out if the heat was truly coming from summer, or if it’s just been brewing with you around.

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wonwoo could hear your breathing getting louder — the sound coming in short and jagged inhales. he isn’t sure if he should slow down, maybe stop for a bit to check on you, or if doing such a thing could get you both killed. after all, the sun was setting and you still had yet to find shelter. you both had been on the move since the morning, and he knew well enough that you were both hungry and exhausted.

ever since you met wonwoo, you had never once told him you were scared. it didn’t come easy to you, you had to literally bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying that the dark made your skin crawl or the random sounds coming from the distance was making you worry. you felt like a huge burden already, so the least you could do was somehow lighten the weight.

“there,” he says then, crouching down low behind an abandoned car, its wheels punctured and its windows broken. you follow suit, ducking behind him as your hands barely brush against his backpack.

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“hey, just a suggestion, but don’t you think this is too much?”

“hmm?” jeonghan can barely glance over with his eyes glued to the lens of the binoculars, his other reaching out for the bag of chips in your hand. reluctantly, you hand him one and he pops it into his mouth, still staring intently towards the entrance of the cinema as the sound of crunching fills the silence.

“jeonghan?” you start waving in front of his view, effectively disrupting his concentration and he finally puts the binoculars down.

he looks at you, confused. “did you say something?”

“are we actually spending our saturday night spying on your sister and her date?”

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is there any actual meaning to the numbers seungkwan and y/n got? 😭

thank you SO much for asking <3 i wanted to leave things a little ambiguous so that ppl would ask themselves this exact question

y/n = 13, seungkwan = 78

the hotel room number = 1378

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♡ PAIRING — seungkwan x fem!reader

♡ GENRE — assassin au, soulmate au, smut, angst, romance

♡ WARNINGS — rated m for man, i love boo seungkwan! murder plots, smut, mental health decline and depressive episodes, lots of swearing, the Lord’s name is taken in vain several times <3

♡ MUSIC — mercury (instrumental) by sleeping at last

♡ WORD COUNT — 6.7k words

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Seungcheol pls I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

call me lover boy;

choi seungcheol | “I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly.” college!au. | 1.1k words. | humor, fluff, mentions of condoms but I promise it’s not what you think!

a/n: @cafewonu for reasons (ignore the glaring wonu in the bg or don’t bc u kno why)

He was sweating. Oh my god was he sweating. Could humans sweat this much? Surely the amount that he was sweating meant he was going to become seriously dehydrated soon and faint and he’d damn every supernatural entity in the universe that put him in this position if he ended up sweaty and unconscious amongst a pile of condom packets in front of his crush of all people-

“…you got plans tonight, Cheol?” You even have the nerve to say his name like that: kind, despite the amused expression on your face. The nerve. The audacity.

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knock on your door

wonwoo x reader | gender neutral but shorter than wonwoo | fluff, foul language and alcohol, suggestive maybe but no smut, warning for lots of awkwardness 😔 | words: 3.1k

expanded from my previous text post:

au where you’re roommates with mingyu’s girlfriend. they have a big anniversary coming up, so mingyu bribes convinces you to switch rooms with him for a week, and he gives you those pathetic puppy eyes that he wields like a weapon and you can’t say no to those eyes, so you agree and move into mingyu’s room for a week.

except what he didn’t warn you was: his roommate, wonwoo, is hot. and mingyu evidently hadn’t warned him that the roommate exchange was happening, because you’re in the living room when he walks in without a shirt, makes eye contact with you, flushes completely pink, and immediately turns around without a word and closes himself in his room for the rest of the day. (his painful embarrassment is so acute, you can feel it oozing from his door like sludge.)

so now you have to spend the rest of the week in close proximity to mingyu’s hot buff perfect roommate wonwoo who refuses to talk to you, all without losing your mind. until one night, you accidentally lock yourself out of mingyu’s room after taking a shower (for some reason he only gave you the key to the apartment, not the room), and now it’s 2am, you’re naked and cold, and you have no choice but to shelf your pride for another day and knock on wonwoo’s door

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okay so i might have to explain this request a little bit lol

i saw someone post “non sexual things that feel sensual” like brushing hair out of your face, keeping a hand on your lower back, etc

could you make a vocal unit non sexual things that feel sensual? thank you!!

svt + common things that feel sensual

➔ reaction || requested || vocal unit

➔ warnings: SUGGESTIVE AF OOPS ⚠ || 817 words ➔ notes: fluff ; thanks for the explanation!! i'll write some suggestive requests, but this blog is strictly sfw, so this post isn't a blanket approval for y'all to go wild in my inbox :p this was a fun one to write. i went for a ramble style — hopefully this was what you were looking for? if you have a link to the reaction you saw, i'd love to read it. as always, pls reblog if you liked!

JEONGHAN - hand on your leg: he's the touchy type, so i think he'd have a habit of putting his hand on your leg when you're next to each other because it's easy to flip his palm up and hold your hand. he just likes to be connected to you in general, even though he doesn't realize it half the time. (throwback to my svt + cuddles reaction) it's so natural for him to reach out to you. because he doesn't realize he has a hand on you, though, sometimes he'll get up and — okay, this is a little hard to explain, but you know when you're sitting in a chair and you slide your arms back to push out of your seat? he does that, one hand actually on the couch arm and the other on you. he does it so fast and suddenly the first time that you squeak and snap your legs closed and now he's looking at you in confusion, fingers trapped between your thighs, and you're absolutely refusing to look at him, cheeks warm enough to light a fire.

JOSHUA - leaning into you: it's not hard to make him laugh, which you're thankful for because you're sure his smile can melt snow and his easygoing personality is one of your favorite things about him. but of course, everything has a downside, and for this, it's that he has an annoyingly cute habit of leaning into people when he laughs. the other boys are used to this, standing straight when he uses their arms or shoulders as a crutch — after all, it's a habit shared by most of the group, and you would be used to it, too, if it was anyone other than joshua. beneath all his loose sweaters are hours of hard work at the gym, and when you feel that pressed against you, him glancing to the side to see if you found the joke funny, it just causes all sorts of feelings to flutter in your chest. luckily, it doesn't seem like he's caught onto why you're suddenly ramrod straight and chuckling nervously.

JIHOON - playing with your hands: don't mind me, i'm just projecting my fixation with hands. i feel like jihoon is very fidget-y when he gets into a certain mood. maybe he'll nod his head, shake his leg, tap his feet, but when he's holding your hand, he plays with it. he's gentle when he's doing it consciously. running his knuckles over your palm, trying to encircle your wrist with his thumb and pointer finger, curling your hand into a fist and lifting your middle finger and pretending to be scandalized that you "flipped him off." but when he's not paying attention? woo, boy. he drags his fingers alongside yours, and it shouldn't get you as riled up as it does. he also likes to rub the skin between your knuckles, the part you remind yourself is called finger web space because how else are you going to distract yourself from what he's doing to you?

SEOKMIN - standing behind you: he once mentioned that his favorite view of you is from behind, accompanied by a sleazy wink that you knew someone put him up to, and that made you roll your eyes, but then you realize how true it actually is? it doesn't matter how big or small, tall or short you are compared to him — whenever you're out in pubic, he prefers standing behind you because he likes showing you off; as much as you protest against it, he considers himself an accessory to your presence, and that's how he feels it should be. but what makes your heart flutter isn't just how sweet his mindset is. it's the fact that he hovers over your shoulder, especially in crowded spaces like trains and lines and elevators, one hand on your waist and the other occasionally braced against the nearest surface. and it's so bad for you. if you ever catch your reflection, you get even more embarrassed.

SEUNGKWAN - whispering in your ear: he's the type to quietly explain things to someone out of the loop because he wants everyone to feel included. when you hang out with his friends, there's obviously going to be a lot of inside jokes and references you don't understand, so he leans close and mutters the context into your ear. which would be fine if he wasn't, you know, him. if he wasn't so absurdly handsome and his voice so absurdly nice, rumbling low and warm against your skin. when he does this, he'll sometimes curl an arm around your waist to pull you closer, head tilted to be heard above the ruckus, and it's painfully intimate how discreet he tries to be, not trying to distract the boys from their stories. before you know it, he's turned back around and laughing along with what you definitely missed in the last few seconds.

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Spiderman!AU Mark Lee

au masterlist | no one asked for it, but i wrote it ,,,,,  

there’s something weirdly normal about today

the sun is bright in the sky and the smell of the city is still a mix of strange and unpleasant

the train is late and packed

you barely squeeze out at your stop, your bag snagging on at least three people

but you’re used to all this

used to the hot dog carts, rude businessmen in a rush, cars blasting loud music

and to looking up when you pass time square 

and across the neon signs is his name

our friendly neighborhood spiderman saves over one hundred passengers from derailed train!

you look back down at your phone, skipping the next song till you find one that matches your mood

the crosswalk light turns green and you put your foot forward

the screeching tires are muted but the melody

your eyes situated forward, peripheral vision blocked off

when you feel it

a strong gust, at first you think a tornado has hit you - whirling you up into the air

for a moment you’re suspended - held up by something that defies gravity

your ear phones tugged from your ears, clattering down to the ground below you

out of instinct - you look for something to grip and shut your eyes tightly closed

did a car hit me?

why don’t i feel any pain?

why hasn’t my body dropped yet?

what you end up gripping is the front of something sleek, some sort of elastic kind of fabric

you bunch it up in your fist out of fear and wait for an impact that never really comes

“hey you should open your eyes now”

a voice calls out, slightly young and resounding with concern

you don’t want to open them, you’re scared and confused

what just happened? 

why am i still not touching the ground?

“it’s ok, i caught you before the truck could stop.”

“,,,,im not dead?”

there’s a pause

and then a small chuckle

“how could you be dead if you just answered me?”

you open your eyes faster than you want to, and when you do you let out a tiny yelp

hovering millimeters from your face is spiderman

the spiderman

the mask a vibrant, illuminating red 

you can’t see past it, so you aren’t sure if you’re making eye contact or not 

but you feel your heart squeeze

and then you make the mistake of looking down

the ground is hundreds of feet away, spiderman is latched onto the side of some gigantic building with you in his arms, and sure he’s a superhero and all that

but as used to this height as he is - you are not

so you hide your head back in his chest and if you weren’t petrified 

you might have felt him tense up just a bit

“h-h-how are we going to get down?”

you squeak, shoulders shaking, spidermans one arm wrapped protectively around your waist

“well i was planning on just jumping-”

“JUMPING!”

“it’s ok, it’s ok! im spiderman so i promise we’ll be fine!”

he assures, but you’re not sure how much it calms you down 

because his voice sounds a little panicky too

although that might be because you’re literally quacking in his arms with fear

“c’mon, just trust me ok?”

this time his voice is a bit softer, lower too and you swallow as you shut your eyes again

with them closed, you nod slowly

“ok,,,”

“here, just wrap your arms around my neck tight.”

you’re too scared to let go of the front of his suit, so you do one hand at a time until you’ve got both locked around his neck

you bury your face into the slope and once again you don’t notice how his entire body seems to react

but instead you try to focus on not passing out

“ok, now im just going to -”

“just jump!”

“ok ok!”

you wait, clinging with all your might 

you assume the impact when he jumps will be massive so you start reciting little prayers or whatever just that you can survive this

until finally 

“h-hey you’re kinda choking me”

spiderman mutters and you loosen your grip just a tiny bit

“can you tell me when we’re on the ground?”

“we are?”

your eyes shoot open again and you see that you’re back on the edge of the city sidewalk

there’s a crowd around you, their phones out their flash making you snap back a little into reality

“he saved someone again!”

someone’s voice calls out

“he really is new york’s hero!”

another person chimes in

but you’re still starstruck to say the least to comprehend what has just happened

spiderman doesn’t seem all that phased, he puts a hand out and you look down to see your earphones in his palm

there’s some webbing stuck to them, but you accept them graciously

“th-thank you for - saving me -”

you sort of stutter as you regain yourself and spiderman just shrugs

“no problem. but you really should get going, doesn’t class start in ten minutes?”

oh my god he’s right!

you think as you take a look at your watch and see the time

you buffer for a moment and you want to say thank you again - but spiderman just waves his hand

“i know you’re thankful, but schools important too!”

you give him a tiny bow before you dash off 

the crowd opens up to let you through before focusing in on spiderman again

who brings his hand up to the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly as people shower him in praise and pleadings for a selfie

you’re so caught up in making it to school 

you don’t even question the fact that spiderman knew what time your class started

when you do finally skid to the door of your classroom, huffing and puffing and opening the door right in the middle of attendance

you remember you have no excuse to blurt out

but it’s fine because nearly everyone, including the teacher go

“hey - we saw you got saved by spiderman!”

you’re the talk of your school for the whole day

people showing you the news clips of spiderman swinging in to save you from the oncoming truck

your twitter is full of mentions of you in clips of that video and the video taken after he’d safely gotten you back to the ground

in all of them, you notice that spiderman’s not as tall nor does he sound how you expected him too

actually,,,,,you start getting the feeling he’s pretty familiar

like he could have been your classmate at some point

but there’s no way - you would obviously know if you went to school with a person who had superpowers

“enough about spiderman guys, who are you guys asking to prom?”

you look up and see your friend is back at it again

with her faraway gaze as she tilts her hand against her cheek

“i’d love to ask donghyuck but ,,,,, he’d never say yes.”

your other friends chime in about their prospective picks but you just shrug

“im on the prom planning committee so i won’t even be able to have fun. i have to make sure no one spikes the punch according to doyoung.”

“i think you should ask mark lee.”

“yeah, isn’t he on the committee with you?”

all your friends lean in as you feel the skin on your cheeks burn 

“w-what, why?”

“because it’s obvvvvvvious he’s into you!”

you shake your head, pushing your lunch tray away 

“you guys know that’s not true, anyway i should go find him -”

“to ask him to prom?!?!”

your friends look up at you with sparkles in their eyes and you just huff

“no. to see how the decorations are coming.”

they groan, but you roll your eyes and escape before they can keep pestering you

once you’re in the halls, you mutter to yourself to calm down

mark lee’s been in the same class as you since middle school

you don’t know if you’re friends or anything, but you’re polite to each other 

and the only reason your friends tease about him crushing on you is because last semester you’d gotten a love letter on valentines day

which everyone assumed came from mark

but knowing him for so long - you couldn’t ever imagine mark lee of all people doing something so ,,,, corny

he is cute though, ever since he had that growth spurt and dyed his hair blonde much to everyone's shock

you think, but are cut off when your phone buzzes in your pocket

it’s another twitter mention 

this time someone has @’d you in the clip of spiderman jumping down from the building with you in his arms

the person asks ‘hey, how does it feel to be hugged by spiderman? i bet he’s a great cuddler T__T’

you take a second and remember the way you’d tucked your head into the crook of his neck, his hand had been around your waist - tight and secure

he was definitely strong, but his grip had managed to still be soft and caring

you were shaking badly, but he had kept you close

you want to think of a reply,,,,but the memory suddenly gives you this warm feeling and -

“oh good, there you are”

doyoung’s voice breaks through your thoughts

“i need you to come with me. also put your phone away, it’s against the rules to have it out during school.”

you obey, too scared to know what will happen if you don’t and follow him toward the gym

which is slowly going through the process of being turned into a dance floor

mark is there, tangled up in a large banner, ribbons, and glitter all over his fingertips

donghyuck is looking at him half amused, half annoyed

and you hold back the urge to giggle as doyoung ushers you over toward them

“we need to finish this banner by the end of lunch - and these two can’t seem to do anything so please - save them.”

mark gives you a slightly lopsided smile and donghyuck puts his hands on his hips

“how do you expect it to get done so fast, it’s not my fault mark came late!”

you blink

mark was late too?

doyoung crosses his arms, eyes narrowing

“well there’s three of you now. figure it out.”

donghyuck looks exasperated as you turn to mark and jokingly ask if he also almost got hit by a truck and got saved by spiderman?

he shyly looks down

“y-yeah something like that.”

you giggle at his response and turn your attention to the banner

oblivious to mark’s tiny nervous swallow

by the grace of some higher power, or maybe just the intensity of doyoung’s stare

you three finish a semi-acceptable ‘welcome to prom’ banner 

doyoung gives a nod of approval and you all sigh with relief

you and mark both have science next, so you walk out of the gym together 

“we barely escaped with our lives back there!”

“how does it feel having two near death experiences in a day?”

mark grins and you roll your eyes

“i mean the first one wasn’t as scary as facing doyoung right now.”

you both share a laugh, you close your eyes - bringing your hand up to cover your mouth as you giggle

when for the second time 

you don’t see it

the skidding skateboard wheels, the last second “oh shi- watch out!”

but mark reacts fast, he reaches out for you 

his hands pulling you into his chest as he steps back against the lockers

the kid skids by on his board, tilting only slightly as he goes tumbling off of it

doyoung, sensing something is amiss, bursts out of the gym and barrels down the hall after him

but you

you’re shocked frozen

yes because you almost got hit by some idiot on his skateboard, but more than that

mark’s hands around you - 

it feels just like spiderman’s hold ,,,,,,,

but there’s no way, so you abandon the thought and instead try to steady yourself a bit 

when his hands drop from around you and his face flushes bright pink

“so-sorry i just wanted to make sure you didn’t get hit-”

“oh no thank you so much i - i -”

you’re both stuttering messes, unsure of what to say or where to look

your saving grace is doyoung charging back up the hall with the guy by the ear

forcing him to apologize to you before dragging him off to the principal

you look over your shoulder, but mark is gone already 

the spot where he’d held you tingles slightly, you don’t see the spider web on the locker when you pass by it after

the days countdown to prom - everyday is more working in the gym under doyoung’s supervision

and by the end of it, your encounter with spiderman is forgotten by everyone else because he saves someone else and that becomes viral instead

but you don’t forget, really you don’t think you’ll ever forget

not after laying in bed and trying to recall any detail from it

i looked at him, i was so close to him, and yet - i still don’t know who he is. no one knows,,,,,

when the night of prom finally comes around and all your friends are gushing in your room over their outfits and their dates

you stare down at your phone, the video of you and spiderman playing again

one of your friends plucks it from your hands

“hey-”

“listen, you can’t take spiderman to prom so are you going to ask mark or not?”

you snatch your phone back and stand up

“i told you guys, i can’t ask him or anyone. im going to be helping doyoung the whole night.”

none of your friends buy it, but when you all finally show up to the gym 

they disperse to their dates and to the snacks

and you are, as usually, found by doyoung and situated by the punch bowl

before he turns to go police someone else you ask tentatively, “where is mark?”

doyoung checks his watch and clicks his tongue

“good question. i’ll go find him.”

in between keeping an eye on the drinks and watching everyone dance, you kind of feel a pang of loneliness

your friends are all off having fun

and maybe, even though you’d acted like it didn’t really matter, you would have liked to partake in the prom

at least one dance would be nice

but you just sigh, and hand another cup to a giggling couple 

before

“hey, sorry i just got here!”

mark’s voice makes the dullness around you suddenly fade

he fiddles with his tie and asks if he’s doing it right

you shake your head and then motion for him to let you help

he leans over the table and as your hands work 

you secretly remember your friends teasing

“just ask mark! he totally likes you! and you two would be really cute for one and other!”

the thought makes you embarrassed so you hang your head a little and mark makes a noise of confusion

you finish his tie and he thanks you as he let’s you know he’s going to go get his assignment from doyoung

you watch his back disappear through the crowd

the dress pants, collard shirt and black vest all make him look different than how you’ve seen him in the past couple of years

as that young, naive and coy kid

not the person he is now - broad shouldered and ,,,,, handsome

you look down, noticing that near the punch bowl there’s a corsage

mark must have left it,,,,,i didn’t know he had a date,,,

you pick it up, telling yourself not to listen to the painful feeling in the pit of your stomach 

as you rush after mark to return it

you see him walk through the back of the gym doors

which is weird, because you’re pretty sure you spot doyoung over by the bleachers

but you follow him anyway

and when you open the door you see an empty hallway 

“where did he go?”

you venture down the hall, pushing past the doors that lead out into the parking lot 

where you see one vague figure, outlined only by the shine from the moon

“mark?”

you call out, squinting in the darkness 

and then - as if reacting to your voice, the lights of one of the cars starts up and illuminates the silhouette

spiderman? again?!?!?!?!

you don’t believe it - but there he is

the iconic suit, the familair mask you looked right up into when he saved you from that truck

what is spiderman doing here??

you open your mouth, agape with shock

when suddenly he tilts his head up, putting his hand and shooting a web out toward the top of the school building

“w-wait-”

you find your voice and his head snaps toward you

“wait - spiderman - i don’t know if you remember me but i -”

you step closer and closer and that’s when you see

the mask isn’t fully covering his face

instead it’s pulled only over his eyes and everything below his nose is exposed

his lips,,,,,,they look like - you think hard and then remember the incident in the hall

how mark had pulled you in close

holding you against him and when you’d broken away to thank him

those same lips had stuttered a bit

wait - if mark ran out here, and spiderman is the one who showed up instead that means

“mark lee ,,,, you’re spiderman?!?!?!”

“how did you - i mean - i mean -”

he sort of chews on his own words, and you drop the corsage in your hand from pure shock

“oh my god you are!”

before the corsage can hit the ground, spiderman - or should you say mark

shoots a web out to catch it

he pulls it back into his palm and then nervously offers it to you

“oh, no i think you left it at th-”

“it’s for you.”

“f-for me?”

he nods, and you both jump when the sound of the back door opens again

at lightening speed, mark ropes you up in his arms and swings himself back up onto the school roof

it happens so fast that you aren’t even able to grasp your amazement

and you and mark look down to see the top of doyoung’s head

“did those two run off!”

he exclaims before heading back inside

you turn and while mark is momentarily distracted, you tug the mask just a bit more up

exposing exactly who you thought it would be underneath it

mark’s blush is barely visible, but his dark doe eyes are wide and his mouth is parted slightly

“i - i can explain-”

“so you saved me from the truck?”

“yes - i mean yeah, i mean -”

you look down into your hands at the corsage

“and you got me this?”

“i ,,, yeah - i mean i ,,,, i wanted to ask you before - i ,,,, ok wait how did you know i was spiderman?”

“mark lee”

he blinks, poor boy confused out of his wits

“yeah?”

“i don’t think i ever properly thanked you for saving me.”

“well i ,,, it’s fine it’s my job -”

“and i need to thank you for this corsage so -”

you really don’t know what overcomes you

maybe it’s the excitement at the fact that mark lee is spiderman 

or that mark lee has probably harbored a crush on you for a while

or maybe just that mark lee is cute

has always been cute

and you’ve always known it

so you lean in and press your lips to his cheek - the rolled up mask presses against your skin

and mark seems to just go still

until you pull back and he suddenly goes 

“wait,,,,let’s try it again”

you raise an eyebrow and want to ask what he means, but this time he pulls the whole mask off

and turns to you 

“could you,,,um,,,,uh close your eyes,,,,”

his voice shakes and it makes your heart do a little stir

nodding, you let them flutter shut as you feel mark’s hand on yours 

suddenly you hear him opening the corsage, before slipping the band around your wrist and then

he’s pressing his hand to your cheek and kissing you on the lips

with such a softness ,,,, that you did not expect from spiderman

when he breaks away from you, you pout 

“again?”

you hear him chuckle

“i want too,,,but i actually have to go save some people and stuff. can i kiss you when i come back?”

you open your eyes and he looks so sincere as he asks

“of course”

he does a little fist bump into the air and it makes you laugh

a warmth overflowing the two of you

“oh but also, can you tell doyoung i got sick or something?”

“you’re asking me to cover for you spiderman?”

mark clasps his hands together and pleads

“of course i will, just leave it to me.”

he thanks you, pulling the mask back on and then taking your hand in his one last time 

“see you when i get back, make sure to keep one dance for me.”

“don’t worry about me, just go an do your thing mark! i mean ,,,, spiderman!”

you feel him squeeze your hand, pull you into his arms for a hug and you can’t believe it but 

it’s the same feeling

the same tight, protective grip

mark lee, your friendly neighborhood spiderman and maybe also your boyfriend now hehe?

[nothingbutboo]

{Apocalyptic!AU} Taeyong

*this au deals with the subjects of memory loss/and minor violent imagery - please be warned

survivors say it was a pandemic brought on by alien contact 

others say it was the second coming, the act of some wrathful god

but taeyong knows - just as everyone secretly, deep down does as well

that it started with technology, and it’s technology that managed to wipe half the planet out over night

people who had arm or leg prosthetic’s burned – slow and painful, people who’d gotten chips embedded into their brains, had just lost the ability to function - their heart flatlined

the only ones who’d survived where those who’d remained unmodified, due to either taking the prosthetic out, refusing the upgrades advertised on TV, or the simple lack of money to pay for it

that, and the scientists - who’d been able to fix the malfunctions

the doctors who’d saved a scarce amount of people with emergency surgeries

and ,,,, whoever had sacrificed a limb,,,, willingly - to get the prosthetic off just in time

either way, the world was nothing like before. the delicate structures of holographs, robots, and internal wiring that had made the world go round was done with

your iphone was too dangerous to turn on, there was no voice-control showers or lights

bank atms were free to loot, large company’s were broken into because of failed security systems 

and no one could go to work, not without a computer to work on. an all the computers had seemed to combust over night.

within the span of a couple of hours, the world had become a free for all - and taeyong was scared

no, not of the people fighting tooth and nail in the streets for whatever they could finally have from the stores

not the abolished laws, meaning anyone could murder anyone and get away with it

no, taeyong had stayed right where he was when shit hit the fan

in the comfort of a tiny, top floor apartment where he’d worked researching new bio-tech invention and stock for an unbranded company

he had always stocked up on food, he wasn’t a leave-the-house type of guy

so he didn’t need to go out and fight for survival - not yet

what scared him, was you

your prosthetic had been on the back of your neck, more than anything it was a sort of memory gauge then a fixed limb

you’d gotten it because your university studies were getting harder, and you’d been losing to other students who’d got ,,,, techonologically advanced

just studying wasn’t going to cut it

but when you got it, taeyong had gotten angry

“i research these things for a living, they’re a death trap.”

he’s announced, teeth nearly clenched as his eyes - like black endless onyx had seized you 

“taeyong, i had to. im not going to graduate in the top ten if im just a normal human. everyone in my class has upgrades, this girl got a calculator-”

he’d snapped like you’d never seen before, practically refusing to speak to you for an entire week

you hadn’t understood him at the time, but taeyong was on the brink of discovering something big

something that no company creating these “human upgrades” would want to know

and that was that their technology had a loop-hole, it was hyper sensitive - like any sort of metal - to heat

and as the temperature risen, taeyong tracked the heat to an all time record high. the day the heat reached it was the day the malfunctioned began

at first, people just got zapped - got some electroshocks

people with small chips found their hands twitching, or their words mixing up - the wiring was messing with their brain’s natural nerve signals

you’d come home - dropped your things near the kitchen and fell back onto the bed, turning as taeyong’s eyes rain over the back of your head

“my head’s been hurting,,,,” 

you’d complained and taeyong felt his blood turn cold

a couple of hours later, you had convulsed in his arms, he had luckily gained a lot of knowledge on how these things worked so he was able to stop your memory upgrade from burning you too bad, but something had went wrong

you’d gone out cold, and hadn’t come to

not even a day after the events and taeyong had shut the blinde - made it look like the apartment was abandoned so no one would come looking for you

although by the sounds of it,,,,,the whole block of his was gone. people had either perished, or run off to take advantage of this post-apocalyptic disaster

so it was just him, and you, and time - that he had began recording with a battery watch laid out before him on the desk

every now and then he’d hover, take your pulse, watch your breathing

taeyong had met you completely on accident, but it was love at first sight 

even though as a strictly practical person, taeyong had never much believed in it before

but you had made it feel like he was seeing the star speckled sky for the first time

like he was listening to his favorite song, but it wasn’t his favorite song yet

and every movement you made, every word that you said was like experiencing that new sound ,,,,,,,,that new melody

you were just the part-time secretary at his dentists office and oh god he was back for a cleaning in less than two weeks

“if you like them, just ask them on a date.”

doyoung had said over the phone, except taeyong wasn’t holding it close to his ear or anything

the phone was laying on his desk beside him, a small holograph version of doyoung was projected upwards and speaking to him

with the same condescending tone that became a trademark of his

taeyong had tapped his fingers beside his keyboard and sighed

“believe me, if they say not it’s not your looks. it’s never going to be your looks because those are great. it might just be your personality,,,,,,,,,or your stare. taeyong you stare at people do you notice tha-”

taeyong had chosen to end the call there, but he did take the advice and ask you out

you’d been sheepish, but agreed and your first date had been delightfully awkward,,,,but perfect either way

you and him were dating only two weeks later

as you lay in front of him now, unmoving - unchanging 

taeyong thought back to some of his favorite moments of the past year with you

the first time you’d kissed the nape of his neck in the morning, you’d meant to kiss his cheek, but you were too tired and the feeling of your lips had made something like raw electricity shoot through him - after that you’d always kiss him there,,,,,

how on one of your dates you’d asked him what nickname would suit you and he’d replied ‘angel’ no hesitation and you got so red the waiter had thought you were getting sick

watching you dance a little in bed, with your ear pieces in as you studied - doing some weird moves to the beat before going back to typing

the night he confessed to you that he was frightened he’d never make someone feel loved, make someone feel good and you’d assure him - palm pressed to his cheek and naked legs tangled together that he made you the happiest person in the world

those memories, always fond and warm, seemed so much more painful now

because if he reached out to hold your hand in his, you wouldn’t squeeze back

it’d just stay there, limp and cold

it’s about five days later that you wake up - and taeyong is so relieved he nearly cries

but he brings you food and water first, helps you up and into the shower and into fresh clothes

and then you’re sitting there,,,,,,,,,alive,,,,,,,holding a cup of tea

when you go 

“by the way, who are you?” 

at first, he doesn’t process your question fully. his handsome features twist into confusion and he asks, “what do you mean? im your boyfriend. im taeyong.”

you sway your feet a bit, but the words change nothing in your expression

“im sorry, i can’t remember.”

the apartment had grown cold, as if arctic winds had blown in and pulled taeyong into a vice grip

your upgrade had been memory based and some of it had to have been ruined - but why this part. 

you could remember your name, your family, vaguely parts of your field of study - but taeyong was nothing to you

the memories he’d been mauling over just hours before, you didn’t have them anymore

“ill try,,,,,,to remember that is.” you encourage, voice shaking when you see taeyong’s eyes drop to the floor with pain

“it’s fine.”

his voice is deeper than before, like he’s recoiled from you

your memory loss doesn’t anger taeyong, no he has too much love for you to ever react like that

instead his mind goes to work, he needs to fix it. he needs to fix whatever part of your upgrade erased him

and although you don’t know taeyong anymore, you can tell that he’s not lying

not with the photo frames of you two in the house. your clothing and his in the closet. the fact that he knows your favorite cereal, color, and about the little, minute details of your body

so you allow him to work on fixing you

you pull back your hair to reveal the memory port that had been installed, it’s a bit burnt and the skin near it is still healing

“it’ll hurt if i touch it.” he begins, pulling back and hesitating

never in this world would he want to put you in pain

but you smile at him, “it’s ok. i want you to do it so i can remember.”

taeyong begins with trying to see what’s been damaged, but he doesn’t have the tools for it

one afternoon you see him pulling on a black face mask, going through the knives in the kitchen cabinet and harnessing them to his belt

“what are you-”

“i have to go outside, to find some tools to help fix you. i won’t be long.”

you watch him, clear eyes “ok, don’t get hurt.”

the twinge of concern in your voice somehow tightens taeyong’s heart and breaks it

you’re worried for him,,,,but just out of your kind nature - not because you look at him and see the man you love going out to face danger

he wonders, if you still remembered him, would you stop him? would you go with him?

but those are useless things to dwell on now, especially when he finds himself on the desserted street, glass windows in store fronts broken, a stench so foul wafting down from all directions

no ones around to clean up the dead, he assumes, and puts a hand on the knife when he hears a garbage pail be pushed over

although he’s never been much of a sociable person, taeyong had grown agile and strong over the years of throwing himself into sports and studying in school

his parents had driven in this idea of success into him, and his beauty apparent at even a young age had scared off potential friendships

he’d only become close with doyoung because doyoung was persistent and curious

and had interested taeyong as multifacted person

other than that, there were people taeyong had befriended because they’d experienced the kindness that lay under his stoic stature

he didn’t look like it, but taeyong was sensitive at heart - and had always had the means to help if someone was brave enough to ask for it

“do i scare people? do i scare you?”

he’d asked you once, it had been the night of halloween and you two were watching frankenstein

you were half asleep when you answered him, but either way propped up your elbows on his chest and went

“you? scary? you’re like,,,the nicest, prettiest flower in the garden. nothing scary about you baby.”

he’d smiled, pulling you close in for a kiss

but now, taeyong was thankful for his looks - ‘they can kill’ doyoung commented once before

because as he got closer to the middle of town, where there were more stores - he was seeing more people

but all those that made eye contact with him just looked away, fearful of the boy with dark eyes and sharp knives

every place looked ransacked, messy and broken

he was lucky enough to find a place with some hardware still hanging or scattered on the ground - but as soon as he reached for a packaged screwdriver he felt a heavy boot step on his hand

pulling it back with a growl, he looked up to see a tall, thin man

his eyes were raging blue, like some kind of feral animal

over his shoulder was a bat and by his side was a hungry looking youg girl, clinging to his ragged coat tails

“we’ll be taking that.” he pronounced, slow and curt as the girl scurried over to grab the screwdriver off the floor

they disappeared as soon as they had shown up and taeyong let out the breath he was holding

the world had really gone to shit hadn’t it

but after a few hour of scavenging he got what he needed, escaping with only minor scratches from digging through crushed glass

it was on his way back that someone had tried to jump at him for his loot, but taeyong had been faster, putting up his knife to slice at whoever had thrown a punch his way

the assailant’s blood splayed, covering a part of taeyong’s face in splatters

not wasting time, taeyong broke out into a sprint to get home - he’d forgotten about the blood when he got back but you stared at him, scared for the first time

and when he took a step closer you backed away

“i didn’t hurt anyone seriously, i got it from defending myself.”

he explained, washing his face in the bathroom with buckets of water he’d saved up

you stood in the doorway, taeyong noted the shirt you were wearing was his

“ok,,,”

turning, he dropped the towel in his hand

“i know you don’t remember me, but im not a violent person. i swear,”

his voice was calm, so much so that you believed him without even a seconds notice

maybe because he was trustworthy - in nature and tone or because a part of your body just knew him - it remembered if you didn’t

with his tools, taeyong began to work on you again 

but something had gone wrong ago, he snagged a wire - did something stupid

and the upgrade simmered - let out a sound and you screamed

taeyong jumped away, dropping what he was doing as a fresh burn graced the corner of your neck

“oh god, im so sorry, oh god im so sorry.”

his voice broke, pleading and begging as he fell to the foot of the bed and you caught your breath

“it,,,,it’s ok.” you began, regaining your voice from the momentary pain

but taeyong refused to work on you again, not even when you asked him - not even when you built up your courage and sat yourself in his lap

hands racking through his dark hair

“please, i want to remember.”

you thought this would work, this physical touch - but taeyong’s hand only stayed at his sides and his dark eyes - edged with almost crystal like tears didn’t change

“no,,,,,,i wont hurt you.”

he dropped his head

“and i won’t touch you,,,like that, until you know me. until you remember.”

you’d awoken in the middle of the night to see taeyong up at his desk, the tools laid out in a perfect line beside him

he was doing something, hissing in pain every now and then

“t-taeyong?”

you called out, scared and concerned

the sounds stopped, but he didn’t turn

“it’s ok, im just having some pain. ill be ok, sleep.”

somehow, like usual, taeyong’s words worked their magic on you

and you were asleep again, as taeyong sat up through the night working on himself

if he couldn’t find out the answer on how to fix your memory, he’d have to test it out on himself

since he couldn’t take your upgrade out of you, there were sensitive parts connected to your brain

he had created a replica prosthetic, it had the same internal wiring as your memory upgrade - but it was simpler and instead of memory it was just an arm movement prosthetic

and even though taeyong had spent most of his time begging you to not get fixed, to stay a natural human

here he was - self implanting a prosthetic into his arm

and days passed, as he experimented on himself

burning parts of his skin, nearly electrocuting himself, the scarring around his implanted prosthetic didn’t even heal from the insertion and would frequently bleed out

soon enough, taeyong was sure he could feel his own hand starting to act out

fingers would twitch, he couldn’t make a fix. things were bleak

so he made another one, put it onto another arm and went to work

you watched, you watched him practically mutilate himself over you - every day he’d be covered in new burns, old ones healing into ugly scars

you felt horrible, but you also felt your heartbeat faster when his eyes met yours

you didn’t remember him, not but you were falling in love with him all over again,,,,,

you could tell he was hardworking, and if he loved you this much - then you were blind to just let yourself wallow in your forgotten past

every day it became harder, harder to not want to be closer to him

and even when you held his face in yours, after wrapping his burns and asking him without avail to stop this

you’d ask “please, i want to kiss you.”

“not until you remember.”

you knew, that the quiver in his voice meant he wanted to do it - wanted to kiss you as bad as you did too

but he was,,,,hoping you’d wake up with all your memories

ignoring the fact that you two could make new ones,,,in this horrible new world,,,,you still had each other

as he lay in bed, finally you’d managed to get him to join you after weeks of him declining and sleeping on the couch

you’d look at him,,,,,so perfect - like sculpted of marble

his skin, so clear was now damaged - perhaps even permanently from these experiments

and when he slept, soundly beside you - you would put your hand in his, squeeze it

“please, let me remember. let me be his again.”

finally, after failed attempts and low stock of rations, taeyong decided you’d both have to go out and scavange

he fretted though, even when you agreed and armed yourself 

the streets were desolate, but there had been a fire started in the middle of the shopping district and some stolen vheicles had been circled around it to create temperory shelter

people that had come together in some impromptu gang were drinking and laughing, eating expired probably snacks 

you and taeyong had snuck by unnoticed, but the area beyond them was clouded in some kind of weird air

it smelled like oil and trash

and that’s when taeyong noted that it had gotten dark - fast

“it’s a storm.””

he pulled down his mask to alert you, and suddenly he could feel the rain droplets

they stung against his scars and he realized that too long out in the wet - could make something short circuit in your upgrade

so he signaled for you two to run back, ignoring the gang that was clamoring for shelter too, as they all probably had prosthetic’s to protect of their own

you were nearly home, but the rain had picked up - drenching taeyong and suddenly he heard your voice gasping

turning, he saw you grabbing the back of your neck, dark eyes going wide as he reached out for you 

“come here, we need to get inside-”

but as he pulled you into his arms, you fell limp against them and taeyong went into panic

picking you up, he managed to run, though much slower back

and when inside he laid you once again, carefully on the bed

“not again,,,not again,,,”

he chanted, drying you as soon as possible - ignoring his own wet bangs plastered to his forehead

“please wake up, please -”

he turned your head, checking your upgrade and seeing that it looked ok - no new burns or anything,,,,but the rain had done something

like the weather that had caused everything to malfunction, rain had to have done something too

and it did

you awoke, only after a couple of minutes of blackout and turned to look at taeyong

he was shaking, shivering because he hadn’t changed out of his soaked clothing

but you reached out either way, pushed those wet strands from his skin

“taeyong,,,,,,,,”

“do you remember -”

“how we met at the dental clinic? how you call me angel, i remember now.”

the look of relief that passed over his face was like that of a starved man tasting food agian for the first time

he fell forward, his whole face nuzzled against the palm of your hand

“im so thankful,,,,,,,,,if you had forgotten me again-”

you held your hand there, the warmth of your fingers on his cold, rain stained skin

“even if i do again, you’re in my heart. ill fall in love with you everytime.”

swallowing, suddenly taeyong’s eyes overcast - he leans in close

“can i?”

“please”

his lips press to yours, and although they’re a bit cold - they’re the oe thing you’ve missed more than anything

more than your normal life

more than the world that changed in the blink of an eye, the world that almost erased every memory of your love from your mind

and when he pulls away - you wait for a second and go

“kiss me agian, taeyong”

he obliges, letting your hands come up to push the wet shirt over his head

the world continues to spiral out of control outside, but for this one night you and taeyong aren’t haunted by it. you let yourselves get lost in this new memory.