#1the9 fanfic

[slytherinshua]

VELVET AND SILK

genre. assassin au. fluff. warnings. slightly graphic dialogue. use of guns and daggers. meaningless side character death. yongha being an entire cutie. pairing. husband!yongha x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. first wei fic woohoo written for my favourite yongha obsessed soulmate @eternalgyu <3

“Take one more step and I shoot.” The threat echoed against the walls of the empty warehouse and you scrunched your eyes shut tightly, taking a breath and trying to reach the dagger you had on hand without anyone noticing. It was hard to do anything discreetly when you were being held so tightly against your target’s body, a gun barrel pressed up to your temple. You dared to open your eyes to catch another glance at what Yongha was doing.

It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but you could just make out a stealthy shadow travelling along the second floor of the warehouse; overseeing everything happening below from the railing. You were confident that even if you couldn’t get out of this yourself, Yongha wouldn’t let any other man even lay a finger on you. He was sort of possessive when he came to that. You were sure your husband was already fuming at just seeing you trapped in the arms of a man you both should have been able to have taken out by now.

You would have had the situation completely under control if your target hadn’t prepared backups. Taking down 1 man twice your size was one thing, but 3 all at once was a little more of a task for you. You were strong for a woman, sure, but men towering well above 6 feet still had an overwhelming physical advantage. That was why you didn’t even try to struggle in the hold of your captor. Staying calm and grabbing hold of your dagger was the best chance you had.

“If you have any sense of self-preservation left in you, you’ll let her go now before I blast your brains out.”

The response came twice as harsh as the original threat— right on brand for Yongha. You held back a scoff. Of course your husband would jump straight to that. Though, that was part of the reason you loved him, you supposed.

The next moments flashed by in the blink of an eye. You felt that arm around you loosen just slightly, most likely from a shiver running up the man’s spine at your husband’s chilling warning. This gave you just enough room to grab the dagger strapped to your leg and ram it into the man’s side. A gunshot fire was heard half a second later; Yongha’s excellent aim ensured the bullet seared right through the man’s skull.

You let out a relieved sigh. Even though your life might not have been in danger (you could always tell when your target would be too scared to actually pull a trigger), it was still nice to not have the scruffy arms of a man with a long history of illegal activity holding you in place. The only arms belonging to a man that you would willingly let yourself be held by were Yongha’s; and for the record, he smelled pleasantly of musk and freshly washed dress suits.

“Wanna go catch dinner? All that drama stirred up an appetite.” You heard your husband’s playful tone sound through the room as he jumped down from the banister. You smiled as you picked up your gun again and placed it back in its holster. You always found Yongha’s voice shifts from when he was threatening someone to when he was talking to you to be entertaining.

“Will you buy me a filet mignon? I’m in the mood for something fancy.” You replied back in the same playful tone he had offered.

“If you dress up nice.” He shrugged and flashed you a flirty grin.

“Deal.” 

An hour later you were dressed in a velvet black evening dress, sipping expensive tasting wine across your husband. For missions he always wore his hair tied up, but for dinner dates, he let the long dark strands down, styled only slightly. You loved how perfectly his hair framed his face, contrasting nicely with the white silk suit he had adorned instead of his usual work attire.

He was trying his best to keep a straight face, but whenever your eyes met his, he couldn’t help how his lips quivered and eventually formed a cute smile. Given how soft he was with you and his friends, you wondered how it was even possible he was good at his job— he was acting like a smitten boy in love, and not as if a man had just died at his hands an hour ago (very deservingly).

“Are you drunk already? Your face is flushed.” You took the first opportunity you could to tease him. Seeing him get all shy and smitten never got old. 

“No! The food hasn’t even gotten here, we barely started drinking.” He hushed you, his eyes darting around to the other tables of couples or groups of friends all dressed to the nines. And then with a hesitant whisper, he asked, “Are you sure we really fit in here?” 

You giggled. In terms of looks alone, no one would question you or Yongha. You had both dressed appropriately for the 5-star restaurant, and either one of you had a stare that could kill. Yongha seemed to always be a little too precautionary when out in public.

“What? You want to leave before we get our steak?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you sipped more of the dark red wine. Your husband shook his head slightly, seeming to relax a little, but still be on edge. You could barely focus on anything other than how endearingly his cheeks were flushed.

“You wanted steak, so you will get steak.” He said simply with a smile, “From my wallet.” He added as an afterthought, making both of you break out into soft laughter.

You loved to relax like this with your husband after a mission, both of you lost in the other's eyes for a couple hours as you wound down from the high stress of your job. As long as you had each other, whether it was on a mission or sitting across the dinner table, you were content with life.

↳ wei taglist: @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm

[bp-zb1fics]

Smells like cowards

pairing: seunghwan x crush reader

genre: university au on crack, humour

tw/tags: dance club, pining, girlypop duo does tomboy, kep1er character cameos, swearing, ggang team is back, seunghwan is very much harassed, leejeong munjung devil twins, chen jianyu just vibing, kinda unhinged ngl, confessions

wc: 1248

summary: no, seunghwan was not pining and he definitely wasn't staring at your ass, thank you very much.

a/n it's taken a long time but I finally wrote it! Also idk titles so I just stole from seunghwan's lines in ggang lol. Thank you so much @milie02 for requesting this! I hope you like it~ Everyone pls enjoy~

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Sometimes you wonder why the cute boy, who you sometimes catch watching you stretch before practice, never tries to talk to you. It’s not that you’re assuming anything. It just happens that he looks your way a lot. And yes, you do notice it. Maybe he thinks he’s subtle but he really isn’t.

You haven’t been in the dance club for very long. While you’ve been trying different styles since you were little, your first year of university was a whirlwind, living away for the first time, getting used to classes, going to MTs and festivals, joining the organisations that your sunbaes recommended. It left you little time, if any, to look for a studio where you could practise your beloved hobby.

Luckily, one of your sunbaes introduced you to the dance club, open to all majors and exactly the thing you were looking for. 

“Okay everyone, from the top.”

You’ve been grouped up with Seo Won, Kim Dayeon, Cha Woongki and Seo Youngeun for a cover of (G)I-DLE’s Tomboy, one of the performances that regularly made up the repertoire for the club’s end of the semester showcase. The last time this song was performed had been legendary, led by now graduate students Shen Xiaoting, Zhang Hao and senior Sung Hanbin when they were in their first and second years. So yes, you had very large shoes to fill.

From the other side of the room, Seunghwan is definitely not watching the way you move your hips. Someone smacks the back of his head. He spins around only to see Chen Jianyu walking casually to his spot, the graduate student shrugging in response.

“I know you like them but can we do less staring at their ass and more practising please hyung.”

“I’m not staring at their ass.”

Seunghwan hisses at Lee Jeonghyeon who just looks back at him, unimpressed.

“Sure hyung.”

Mun Junghyun chimes in because Seunghwan gets zero respect from any of his dongsaengs these days. As if on cue, Junhyeon decides to chime in at that very moment.

“So should we do it like this? Or…” He demonstrates a bit of choreography before realising what kind of conversation he walked into.

“Oh was Seunghwan-hyung staring at- mmmph.” Seunghwan hurriedly shoves a hand over the other’s mouth because Junhyeon has no sense of volume control about 80% of the time, now being one of those times.

“Junhyeon-ah.”

“Mhmmph?”

“Do me a favour and please shut up.”

“Hmmmhmph.”

With that, Seunghwan finally lets go because Junhyeon can’t speak in muffled gibberish forever and also they actually needed to practise. Junhyeon stares at him but doesn’t say anything. It’s finally quiet. Actually, it’s a little too quiet. 

Seunghwan realises that the music from your group’s speaker cut out and he’s confronted by the magnificently judgemental stare of Cha Woongki while he calmly sips his water. Seo Won looks a little too entertained and the girls give him knowing looks. Luckily for him, you’re busy monitoring your practice on someone’s phone.

“That was great, hyung.” Junghyun decides to say because of course he does.

“Very subtle.” Jeonghyeon adds. Seunghwan swears they’re the devils.

“Is he confessing now or are we starting practice?” Jianyu asks because even the eldest won’t give Seunghwan a break.

“The new choreo please, Junhyeon-ah.” 

Seunghwan is tired.

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“And for the record, you know Lee Seunghwan was totally staring at your ass earlier.”

“Oh, is that his name?”

Woongki takes your face in his hands and proceeds to squish your cheeks.

“Oh my poor clueless baby.”

“We’re the same age?” You’re vaguely alarmed and a little confused, eyes flying to Seo Won, your lovely sunbae just shaking his head.

“He’s definitely into you.” Dayeon pipes up.

“He’s never even talked to me though?”

“Seunghwan-sunbae’s just shy.” Youngeun justifies.

“Well I think he’s being a pussy.” Woongki declares, all of you gasp, including the ahjumma who’s about to take your orders. Dayeon offers her an apologetic look and asks for extra rice for the stew you ordered.

“Don’t call him names when we aren’t even sure if he likes me.”

“Oh he definitely likes you babe, he just needs to grow some balls and confess, Won-hyung and I have money on him cracking by the interim check.”

“Sunbae!” Seo Won’s unfazed, calmly thanking the ahjumma who’s brought steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae and rice to the table.

“I bet on the pre-final performance.” Dayeon says, grabbing some rice.

“Oh same.” 

“I- wait how many people bet on this??”

“I dunno, like the whole dance club?”

“Eh???”

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Seunghwan can’t believe he’s doing this.

“I can’t believe he’s finally doing it.”

“He is?”

“Yep.” Three voices say at the exact same time. Seunghwan throws a dirty look at his traitorous group members. Seriously, he needs better friends.

Junhyeon pats him on the shoulder ceremoniously, looking way too solemn for this.

“You can do it, hyung, I believe in you.”

The younger boys sounds so sincere that Seunghwan’s almost touched.

“Don’t fuck it up, hyung.”

Nevermind. 

It’s the interim check. Nothing too serious. Just the whole club getting together to check everyone else’s performances out and give tips. Definitely. And because Junhyeon loudly volunteers them to go first, they’re going first. Fuck.

Here’s something Seunghwan learned from letting Junhyeon lead their choreography. He’s actually pretty fucking good. They’re in sync, all their moves are sharp and on beat and he even gives everyone a small part in the centre where they can show off their strengths. Then, they get to the freestyle part.

So here’s another thing Seunghwan learned from letting Junhyeon lead their choreography. He’s also pretty fucking good at incorporating the stupidest ideas and getting everyone to agree to them. Case in point, what Seunghwan is about to do now as he puts on the stupid meme shades that Junhyeon had convinced the whole group to wear.

He’s front and centre, grooving to the beat and looking at where you’re sitting near the front with the other dancers covering Tomboy. Seunghwan takes a deep breath and with his whole chest, yells out your name and then says:

“GO OUT WITH ME!!”

The whole club goes wild, hooting and then cheering when you stare at him with wide eyes before nodding. Seunghwan swears his cheek muscles are going to collapse from how hard he’s smiling. They wrap up the dance without a hitch and immediately his members are descending upon him, yelling their congratulations.

On your part, well you get a grand total of thirty seconds to comprehend what just happened before Woongki announces your group is going next and bodily dragging you with him. You suddenly remember what you had agreed to do for the interim check.

“I mean he confessed already so-”

“You’re doing it, babe.” Woongki cuts in, leaving no room for protests.

Seunghwan thought he wasn’t prepared to confess today. What he really wasn’t prepared for was you sauntering over to him during your freestyle section (the infamous la la part), hips swaying as you proceed to drop it low while everyone freaks out, him included.

After that, Seunghwan can no longer say that he wasn’t staring at your ass. Woongki and Seo Won make a shit ton of money from the betting pool that had been going. And you? Well the cute boy, who you sometimes catch watching you stretch before practice, did more than just talk to you. And that’s the story of how Lee Seunghwan eventually became your boyfriend.

[ohsunnyboy]

all eyes on you | lee seunghwan ˚₊‧⁺˖

these low lights and your impossible heart, but nothing is more devastating than lee seunghwan's eyes

TAGS: college!au, fluffy, friends to lovers, gn!reader, y/n!reader, implied kiss, reader has anxious vibes bc my anxiety can somehow translate into writing.

A/N: lee seunghwan and his fucking eye contact actually has me weak in the knees. purely self-indulgent ramble writing.

WORDS: ~800

Everyone knows it's a certified death sentence to look Lee Seunghwan in the eyes.

People have fainted, devils have turned to the church, and even God considers coming back to humanity with one glance from the man. Every word you could say, he hangs onto like a lifeline. There's something dangerous in that: the pure attention of it, the raw focus he channels into his eye contact.

He sits pretty in the corner of this party, in the edges of your memory and in the crevices of your dreams. Dramatically, you want to say he haunts you. Haunts you with the full might of his stupid smile and his soft laugh. And those eyes.

These low lights and party noise and Him.

It seems wherever you go in this room, your eyes find him. You can't help but let your gaze linger as he laughs. But the way he stares though, is far from coincidental.

At first, you found it unnerving during group projects. You were never used to someone taking you so seriously and genuinely. His eye contact always so understanding and pure. But over time, you got used to it, and learned to open up to him and others. Even as time passed, and you both saw each other much less often, your feelings still remained.

Another flow of people ebbs into the room, and you stumble your way into friends and others. Here, lost in the crowd you can breathe, surely hidden away and far enough to let yourself enjoy Junhyeon's party and keep yourself away from thinking about someone far away.

Seunghwan's like that with everyone, is what some craven thing inside of you whines. Extroverts and their people skills! eye contact is their god given gift. Yet, nothing explains the flush on his cheeks when you talked or the way he lingered far longer than usual when he watched you.

"Y/n," a voice, far too close to your ear asks. "How's your night been?"

Two years’ worth of sitting next to him in lectures must pay off, and when you nearly jump five feet into the air, you don't slap Seunghwan across the face in surprise.

Seunghwan stares. With those eyes that have you by the neck and God, you just can't bare it. Instead, you look between his brows - you don't want to die by blushing just yet.

"How's your night been?" he asks again, louder and closer. Must be thinking that the music was too loud after you probably gaped at him like an idiot for a moment too long.

"Busy." Is all you can say with how his gaze draws across your face. He doesn't gaze down, here - it's you and him, leaning against the wall together while the party moves around you - you're eye to eye. Under these dim lights, nothing lights up like Seunghwan and his stare. Despite all these people, it's all eyes on you. All of Seunghwan just for you.

"Busy?" he says casually. Of course, he's not the one having this dilemma, and you're still refusing to look at him properly. "To me, it looks like you've been in your head the entire party."

“You’ve been watching me the entire party?” You scoff, but you know he’s lingered in your vision as well. "I've talked to someone," you huff instead. Eyes to his ears this time: adorable and pierced with silver charms. You bought him those on a study group session at the mall. He looks as cute in them now as he did then. Somewhere in your mind screams for you to reach out and touch.

And then he's closer, a breath away and now it's physically impossible to look away from him. A pout is so cutely etched across his face but so close you could count his lashes. 

You must be horribly red now as Seunghwan leans close - aware or not of your blushing meltdown. "Who?" Look anywhere but his eyes! you mentally scream and keep your gaze instead on his stupidly kissable lips. 

"You."

His pout turns to a smile. From how his eyes turn to crescents and you can almost feel the triumph in it.

There’s a momentous pause. These low lights and party noise and Him. Time, for you, stops as you take in the sight. Lee Seunghwan gorgeous and endearing, looking at you with pure love in his eyes is when you realise that these years of pining haven’t gone to waste. 

"Hey," he murmurs, low and thick. Both the inevitable and the impossible is coming; a paradox in the making within a dimmed hallway at a drunk college party. "Look at me."

Your chin caught between his fingers - you can't not look away. Not when you've doomed yourself (and him) with one look in each other’s eyes. 

Seunghwan breaks eye contact for the first time you've ever seen in your life, and his gaze travels to your lips. 

When you do collide, you know then, certified death tastes sweeter than a life not ever knowing. 

thanks for reading!! a like and a reblog would be wonderful if you enjoyed <3 ⭒ masterlist

[asianpopscenarios]

jung jinsung || the boy by the duck pond

here you are again. making your way towards the duck pond.

it was a habit to stop by here whenever you had the chance.

every friday after school you would come to the duck pond and spend 30 minutes to over an hour just sitting at the worn out bench, which used to be colored sky blue but is now a fading color of powder blue mixed with brown rust, by the pond, watching the ducks swim by. you’ve never fed them though. mainly because the little sign by the bench specifically says to not feed the ducks any bread or snacks.

you never came here to feed the ducks though. you always come to the pond for the peace, quiet and calm that you receive every week. you figured that if you come here every friday after school instead of going back home to the constant arguing and bickering between your parents, you wouldn’t have to start your weekend with hearing your father cursing out your mother or hearing the shattering glass of cold beer bottles hitting the tile floors of your house.

you kick a pebble that was in the way of the gravelly sidewalk as your hands are fisted into the pockets of your yellow hoodie. your nose scrunched up, cursing the spring season for always giving you stupid allergies every single year. 

as you’re digging into the pockets of your jeans to try and find a tissue or napkin to wipe your nose with, you hear someone singing. 

you raise one eyebrow in confusion as you walk closer towards the unfamiliar voice, which was deep and masculine rather than feminine or high pitched, so you assumed the person singing was a male.

as you walk closer and closer towards the beautiful singing voice, you come to see someone sitting on the bench in front of the duck pond. you could only see the back of the stranger’s head, which was an ashy brown color and you couldn’t ignore the fluffiness that the stranger’s hair had as well.

you were trying your best to be discreet as possible and to not disturb the fellow on the bench, but failed once you stepped on a stick which broke in half and emitted a loud snapping sound, causing you to curse under your breath and to also mentally curse the stupid stick for having to snap so loud.

the singing immediately stopped as soon as the noise was made, and you take a look to see the person sitting on the bench had turned around to face you. your eyes widen. not because of the awkward look that was present on both of your faces. but because of how cute and handsome this stranger is.

“s-sorry if i bothered you. i didn’t mean to, i swear. i just heard you singing and i thought you sounded really... nice.” you had to clear your throat for a second from how awkward and completely unnatural you sounded. but it wasn’t your fault. it was the stranger’s fault for having a face like that, and for that face to be staring intensely right back at you.

the boy flashed a smile, white teeth glistening and dark brown eyes having a light glint. your heart didn’t fail to do some sort of jump as soon as you saw the male smile and stare at you with those wondrous eyes.

“no don’t be sorry, i don’t mind that you heard me singing. i don’t mind it at all.” he says, flashing yet another breathtaking smile, showing off his insanely and unbelievably white teeth, which probably had zero cavities even if a dentist searched their hardest to look for one.

you continued standing by the bench awkwardly, not knowing whether or not if you wanted to sit by the stranger on the bench or just vanish out of thin air. the second option honestly sounded pretty smart to you.

he looks back up at you and lets out a breathy “hey,” which completely catches you off guard as you turn to face him again. “take a seat. i don’t want you to be standing there forever.”

you nod, trying your best to hide the ridiculous red tint on your cheeks that you’re pretty sure was there, and take a seat next to the boy just like he suggested you to.

you glance at him, only to find him closing his eyes with his head tilted upwards. he takes a deep breath in through his nose, probably enjoying the smell of the fresh air and water. 

you figured you had been staring way too long at him since he opened his eyes slowly and stared back at you. your eyes widen for the second time in the past 5 minutes because of him, and you turn your head towards the pond, thinking that if you just continue to watch the little ducks and mind your own business, then he wouldn’t think much of how you totally just checked him out while he had his eyes closed.

you hear a deep chuckle coming from him, which makes you internally slap your forehead, knowing that you’ve already been caught and there was no way of going back and changing the fact that you were staring him down when he wasn’t looking.

“you’re a funny one.” he says softly as he looks at the ducks. “what’s your name?”

you hesitantly tell him your name, which results in him letting out the cutest smile that you’ve ever seen, which didn’t fail to make your heart skip a beat.

“my name’s jinsung.”

jinsung. that name sounded beautiful in your head and also in general. you know for sure that name will be engraved in your mind for a while.

“so how long have you been coming to this pond?” you ask him, hands shoved into the pockets of your hoodie. “i mean, i come here every week and have never seen you before until, well, now.”

you notice a side grin coming from him. you hope he wasn’t uncomfortable or weirded out by your question since you two just met not even 10 minutes ago.

“i come here every week too. every friday after school.” he replies simply.

your eyes widen as you stare at him. he stares back at you, his smile never fading or going away.

“y-you come here every friday after school too? but i’ve never seen you come here. like, ever.”

“that’s because i never sit down on the bench whenever you come.” is all he says before turning back to look at a swimming mother duck who was leading her children in a line in the pond.

you raise your eyebrows in confusion, wondering what he means by that. he continues talking. “i come here every friday after school too. just like you do. i see you every time you come here. you’re gonna think i’m crazy or some sort of stalker, but i would hide behind the bushes and just watch you for an hour or so when you’re here and would see you talking to the ducks and just sit on this same old bench staring up at the sky.”

he turns to look at you again, noticing your eyes still widened in shock, the sun radiating off of your skin. he was completely drawn in by how you currently look at the moment that he had to internally catch a breath for a quick second before speaking once again. “i’m a creep, aren’t i?” he sighs, leaning back onto the bench as he continues staring up at the blue sky, which would soon become darker since it’s nearing nighttime.

you shake your head. “n-no! not at all. i’m just surprised, that’s all...” you bite your lip, staring up at the sky.

he looks up at you when you’re not staring, his eyes squinting to the light radiating from the sky. but he still noticed your beauty, which didn’t fail to also make his heart skip a beat.

“i’m just glad that i finally get to meet you now.” he says, not even expecting himself to say that, but you heard all of it.

you blush, thanking the heavens that the light coming from the sun was already making you hot that the red hue on your cheeks was basically camouflaged with the heat on your cheeks as well.

“i’m glad i met you too.” you say. he smiles, sitting up and looking at you. you notice him staring at you from the side of your eye, making you look back at him.

“let’s hang out sometime. and i don’t mean just see each other once a week at this duck pond. i genuinely want to hang out at a more decent place at least.”

you let out a little giggle and nod your head. “yeah, we should. i would like that.”

he smiles brightly for the nth time today and stands up from the bench. “yes! i’ll give you my instagram and we can talk from there?”

you nod, smiling up at him as you pull out your phone, opening the instagram app and showing him your profile. 

you two exchange instagram usernames, and as soon as you both were done, he thanks you while jumping up and down like a little kid wanting candy.

“i’ll text you as soon as i get home, okay? i gotta go now, my mom’s waiting for me. bye!” he waves you off, sending yet another glorious smile. you smile back at him, telling him goodbye as you wave back.

as soon as he leaves, you lean back onto the bench, letting out a sigh as you stare up at the sky, noticing that it’s almost sundown and you have to go home soon.

you’re too caught up in your thoughts about jinsung though. he’s so cute and sweet, you thought, blushing when his face appeared in your mind.

you spend another half an hour at the pond, watching the ducks swimming by. you couldn’t entirely focus on the ducks or the beautiful weather, which got dark pretty quickly, like you usually do.

all you thought about for the rest of the time was jinsung, the boy you met by the duck pond.

[ateezxdongpyo]

Doyum: In the training center

Doyum, Taekhyeon and Junseo went into the training center because they needed to practice their song "Spotlight" again.

Y/N sat on the floor in the training room and listened to music. Then Taekhyeon whispered to Doyum "Hey, Doyum isn't that Y/N? Don't you have a crush on her?" Doyum just noded. He couldn't let his eyes from so Junseo tickled him. Doyum laughed really loud and Y/N noticed the guys went outside the training room. "Doyum the next time you see her you have to talk to her, ok?" Junseo said. "Ok,...but we should start practicing now."

On the next day Doyum went alone to the training room because the other guys needed to do something for school. As Doyum entered the training room he saw Y/N dancing to their song "Spotlight". When Y/N noticed that he was standing there she started to blush and stopped the music. "I should go now."

"No,...you don't need to go. I could actually help you." Y/N looked at him confused because she didn't understood what he meant with that. Doyum notices it and said "I meant that I could help you with the dance moves...I saw you struggling with some of them." Y/N noded and Doyum started to teach her how to do the moves right.

But then when Y/N wanted to to a spin she fell on Doyum....

Doyum looked into her eyes and could just think about how beautiful they are. Then he pulled her to him, closed his eyes and kissed her.

He put his arms around her waist and Y/N hers on his shoulders. But then they heard someone coughing at the door. Taekhyeon and Junseo were standing there and holding their thumps up. Y/N stood up from Doyum and started to blush. Doyum's face got completely red. Then Junseo said to Taekhyeon "I think that we should leave them alone so that they can talk a bit." Taekhyeon noded and screamed "fighting!". Then the two left the training room.

Y/N started to giggle. Doyum looked at Y/N and said "I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that." "No it's ok. Actually I...I really like you Doyum." She said and blushed. Doyum ran to her and hugged her so they fell on the floor again and said "I also really like you. Actually I love you." Then he looked her into the eyes and kissed her.

"Let's meet tomorrow at the park by the Han River at 4pm, ok?" He said. "Ok,...but I think that I need to go now." Y/N said. As she went outside the building she could only think about how cute Doyum looked while blushing.

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Jiwoong x Seunghwan) it's a zero sum game

Today the YouTube algorithm recommends you: [EXES REUNITE AND INTRODUCE THEIR NEW PARTNERS TO EACH OTHER].

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46487866

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Wumuti x Seunghwan) we'll see the end, we'll be the end

He’s moving before he can control himself and kissing not his forehead, but the side of his head. As mortification rushes through him, he keeps going with the charade; he puts an arm around Seunghwan’s waist, smiling angelically at him. Seunghwan stares back. His eyes are wide—sparkly—and his cheeks are flushed, and though his gaze is shocked he’s staring at Wumuti with something akin to—to— Nope. He refuses to think about that right now, because if he does— Seunghwan is moving, too, and he places a gentle, soft peck on Wumuti’s lips. He turns his head away immediately, ears so red, the flush already creeping down his neck. Wumuti’s brain blanks. Seunghwan just kissed him. That was not part of the deal—but it wasn’t not part of the deal—

or, your classic fic where Seunghwan asks Wumuti to pretend to be his date for a wedding, except they're exes with a messy breakup history. it goes pretty well, all things considered.

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