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chocosvt · 7 years

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❝ wips tag ❞

i was tagged by the gorgeous honey petals @jungnoir n @yeolology so thnk u ladies all ur ideas are so extravagant n alluring so allow me 2 be the wet blanket!!!

rn im focusing more on two pieces rather than the others ive been planning so there aint much but ya know, enough 2 get the ball rolling.

01 : baseball!mingyu / friends to lovers / romance / angst / nsfw shit

Mingyu twirled the bat around before the stump of it dug into the cinnamon dirt. His lips pursed for a moment whilst he thought, every little chirp from crickets hidden swift in the brush echoing in place of your conversation. Finally, the baseball bat budged, the wooden material resting on his shoulder as he concurred with your musing. He supposed he would go along with your entreating now, especially since he had heavy news he kept pondering on whether not he should share just yet.

A shallow smile bloomed up your lips, disappearing in the same brevity it arrived in. You were prepared to walk off to the side and sit underneath the silver moonlight as Mingyu gave his arm a hefty exercise, your ears practically perking like a feline’s when he beckoned for you.

“C’mere,” he murmured, dragging his deep ginger eyes along you blatantly, “I wanna see if you remember the pitch I taught you.” Well, maybe he would have some fun first. You fidgeted at his request, the breath inhabiting your lungs being purloined alongside a single twinkle of the stars. Your cheeks were encompassed in limerence, the memories you coddled of your previous pitch ending up with your frame hoisted over the sturdy boy’s shoulder, his palm grooving up the underside of your thigh and squeezing the flesh almost domineeringly. Then you had refused to even attempt it, though later on, with enough coaxing and honey-smooth sweet talk, he had you back on the pitcher’s mound.

“You’re supposed to be practicing, not me.” You admonished gently.

Mingyu kicked his sneaker into the dirt, the dusty cloud dissipating just as quickly as your confidence. “Just once. I’ll help you if you don’t remember how.”

02 : prince!jun / fluff / angst / possible spice / my tears

( a little heads up 7 up, this is a portion from prince!jun’s childhood !! )

Junhui couldn’t comprehend why her tone sounded so taunt, why her eyes were hardened blackberries chewing into his flesh. Pressing his lips together in agreement, he apologized for putting up a fuss and gazed down the long, marble corridor where the wash ways were held. The maid fluffed out her feather duster, relief evident on her wrinkled features. He started his bath, slowly treading his hand through the warm water, watching the dirt caked overtop his skin soak away.

He didn’t understand what all these differences were, why you couldn’t stay as long to play as the other girls. They were all about feeding him tea in porcelain cups and cutting him these ham sandwiches with their silver knives. Together they’d sit by the water fountain, eating and drinking, every girl’s satin dress that flowed like river water glittering under the sun. The spoke about which jewels they were decorating their curtains with, what tea tasting they were accompanying their parents with.

Junhui listened, though none of it sounded interesting.

“Can we play hide and seek tag?” He had asked one time to a girl named Violet, after patiently listening to her describe all the colours in her opal ring.

“We’re not allowed to run inside.” She replied.

“No, no. Like, outside.”

Immediately her voice cracked with revolt. “In the dirt? That sounds awful. If I get anything on this pretty dress I won’t be able to go to the tea house!”

“I don’t get it. [Y/N]’s pretty- I mean she wears pretty dresses and she plays hide and seek tag.”

Violet pursed her lips. “Who’s [Y/N]?”

Whoops. (tfw u dont know how 2 close the scene so u cop in with the classic “whoops” aka ill figure it out 3 mins before i post it.)

03 : love cafe!wonwoo / requested / angst / nsfw / slow burn romance?

Yet you could never stop your daydreaming, or how often you curled up in bed wondering what it would feel like to have his fingers combing absentmindedly at your scalp, those rose stained lips of his leaving lightweight kisses upon your forehead until the rattling of the ice machine drowned away.

It made your heart feel heavy, and not with butterflies, but with this depressing darkness that splashed like tar to the floor of your chest. No matter what, you would piously stumble back to that high school lunch in the art room; feel the sting that encompassed his words lacerate your confidence. There has to be a way to get close to him, you’d sigh inside your head, but maybe he really does hate me and I should keep my respectful distance. You were never certain of what that single “no” meant all those years ago. By analyzing his body language toward you, you figured it would ring with some nuance of significance. He was rather blunt and candor with a plethora of people, yet something told you it became most apparent when he had to interact with the girl who burst into his eleventh grade art room.

“[Y/N], are you noting the key points and terminology of this transcript?” Your professor peered over the thick frames of his glasses, caterpillar brows scrunched together into the most condescending wrinkle. Swallowing the dry patch that inhabited your throat, you nodded and began pretending to jot down whatever key factors he was slurring his words about. Sparing a quick glance upward, you gazed sharply around the room to see if anyone was eyeing you in derision. The last row you swept past belonged to Wonwoo, your heart jolting with an electric charge at catching his calmly flitted eyes tracing you up and down from over his shoulder. Then, it was quite possible he may have smirked at you, his lips that were brighter than bubblegum curling in such transient movement that a single blink erased the whole image. He was turned back to his notebook, printing neatly and succinctly.

Too much coffee this morning, you admonished inside your head, you don’t smirk at people you hate.

so yeah tht’s what im most occupied with. anywho, u can just scan it u dont gotta read all tht word vomit dw it’s cool w/ me. im going so slow with the writing process wefnwihef pls pray 4 me.

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#OKAY #I BET NONE OF U THOUGHT I HAD SHIT DONE ON THE BASEBALL!AU #BADA BING BADA URE PARTIALLY CORRECT IM HAVING DIFFICULTY WITH THE ANGST PART #i feel like i pasted too much of my writing onto this post but it was hard finding sections where i could take #a chunk or two and not have yall like #:)) what does this fucng mean :))#*pastes half the story instead*#also it took me reading all of mj's post 2 realize wips means works in progress #guys im still in 200BC let's not h8 #*tg #t:writing

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