#I DONT CARE THAT VELVET ALREADY GOT ONE THIS YEAR

[gendy-endy]

WAIT ARE WE GETTING NEW FUCKING COSTUMES.

[jungwonenthusiast]

hi ! enhypen smut prompt request ! can i have the reader whos a female say #4 with jake or sunghoon whos a hard dom ?? if u can , can u add how the reader and the partner are enemies who got lots of sexual tension so they kinda trease e/o a lot with words and actions ? u dont have to use that plot but thank u♡

A/N: This is one of my favorite works now lol i hope u like it :) <3

Warnings: unprotected sex, rly brief oral (f recieving), degredation

Word Count: 2.9 k

“But it’s a Tuesday,” you tell Jay while zipping up your backpack.

“So?” he says. “Don’t be lame.”

“I’m not lame, just responsible.” you sing your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s lame.” he walks with you to the lunch tables. Jungwon and Heeseung are already there chatting it up.

“You guys are coming right?” Jay asks them and they nod. “See? You gotta come.”

“It’ll be fun noona,” Jungwon says. “And you have to come because Heeseung hyung and Jay hyung are probably gonna leave me for girls.” he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment.

“Why don’t you get yourself some girls too.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“I’m too shy.” he says quietly and you giggle.

“Alright fine, I’ll go.” you finally say and they all celebrate. “Jake’s not gonna be there right?”

“Uhm,” Heeseung looks over to Jake’s lunch table nervously. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” you cock an eyebrow.

“He won’t be there,” Jay says. “It’ll be fine.”

You feel someone bump into your shoulder as you walk to history.

“What the hell?” you say and turn around to see who the culprit is. Of course it’s Jake. He shrugs with a half smile. That fucking ass.

After a few more classes you head home and start preparing for the bonfire party. It’s at a beach so you decide to wear your favorite bikini under your shirt and shorts. Your phone begins to buzz and it's a facetime call from Jungwon.

“Hola~” you greet him.

“Hi~” he says. “Can you take me there? My parents are at work.”

“Sure.” you say while putting all of your essentials into a purse.

“Also,” he hesitates. “I think Jake hyung is gonna be there.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I heard him talking about it during p.e.” he says quietly and you groan.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore.” you say.

“No you have to go, I will die without you.” Jungwon pleads. “It’ll be fun, we'll just stay away from him.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay away from that giant ego taking up the whole place.” you roll your eyes.

“He’s not that bad noona, he’s actually pretty nice.” Jungwon shrugs.

“Don’t betray me like that,” you scold him. “You’re on my team alright?”

“Okay okay.” he surrenders, giggling.

You pick Jungwon up and give him the aux for the 30 minute drive to the beach.

You guys groove to SZA together.

Jungwon rolls down the window while you're on the highway and sticks his head out like a dog. He kind of is like a dog (in a good way). He’d be a shiba inu.

“Whoooo!!” he screams as the wind whips through his hair, you smile.

When you get there you park your car and get the beach towels from the backseat.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” you as Jungwon and he shakes his head. “Why do you never listen to me?”

You get a bottle of sunscreen out of your purse and rub a dollop on his face. He scrunches his nose.

“It feels like you're rubbing cake batter on me.” he complains.

“You’ll thank me when you’re fifty and you aren’t a wrinkly wreck.” you tell him while spreading it over his cheeks.

“Can we be done now?” he whines and you sigh.

“Fine.”

You two approach the crowd of people suntanning, drinking, playing volleyball, and playing in the ocean.

You drop your stuff next to Heeseung’s and Jay’s before looking around for them. They’re playing volleyball with who on the opposing team? Jake Sim.

Jungwon must’ve noticed you shooting lasers through your eyes because he grabs your arm. “Come on, let’s go swim.” he tugs his t-shirt over his head and jogs over to the water.

You follow suit, only feeling a little self conscious about stripping with Jake Sim only so far away. But it’s only because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of your worst enemy, right?

Jungwon’s already relaxing among the waves when you get to the shore. “Why’d you go so deep?” you call out to him.

“It’s not that deep,” he says back.

You swim around with him for a bit before forcing him to look for pretty shells with you.

He gasps. “Baby crab!” he rushes to pick it up. “Look.” he holds it up to you.

You try to pet it without freaking it out. “What if it bites you?”

“It won’t, we’re friends.”

The sun is nearly gone by the time you’re done shell searching and swimming so you head over to the bonfire. You wrap a towel around yourself and snuggle up to Jay. He scrunches his nose.

“It’s cold,” you defend yourself.

Heeseung hands you a white claw and you crack it open.

“What are we doing now?” you ask but you can’t hear Heeseung’s answer over the sight of Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki sitting right across from you. You notice how the bonfire highlights the muscles in Jake’s chest and arms. The warm orange light washing over him makes it look like he’s glowing. Is this what Apollo would’ve looked like? “Huh?” you ask Hee.

“We’re probably just gonna play dumb highschool games.” he says.

You inhale and take a big swig of your seltzer.

“Truth or dare time~” Bree sing songs. “Sunoo truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Sunoo answers.

“Do you have a crush on anyone and if so, who?” she asks and he rolls his eyes.

“I have a crush on myself.” he says confidently.

“Fair enough, you go now.” she says to him.

“Heeseung hyung, truth or dare?” Sunoo asks.

“Dare,” he replies and Sunoo giggles.

“Give your phone to Jay and let him text anyone anything he wants.”

Heeseung groans and throws his head back. “Oh God.”

Jay cackles an evil laugh. “Gimme.”

Heeseung reluctantly hands Jay his phone. “You’re gonna text Sophie aren’t you.”

Sophie Morales, Heeseung ex. They broke up only a month ago after half a year of dating. This was about to be brutal.

“You know me so well.” Jay smiles.

“Please don’t say anything too horrible.” Heeseung pleads.

“Sophie,” Jay narrates his text message. “I miss you and your huge tits. Also I’m sorry for not telling you while we were dating but your feet are really fucking ugly.”

Heeseung buries his head into his hands, laughing. “Fucking Christ.”

“And your breath stinks,” Jay continues. “At least your boobs are nice.”

This is what I get for befriending males. You think to yourself.

“Alright that’s enough.” Heeseung snatches his phone away while everyone giggles. “My turn since I was the victim. y/n, truth or dare?” “Truth,”

“What’s your biggest regret?”

“Becoming friends with Jay, because he’s insane.”

Jay guffaws. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You roll your eyes.

The game goes on for a bit until it lands on Jungwon.

“Noona, truth or dare?”

You’d usually go for truth, but you didn’t want people to think you were boring. “Dare.”

“I dare you and Jake hyung to talk to each other in private for at least five minutes.” he says, crossing his arms.

Your eyes widen and you look over at Jake, he looks like he wants to drown himself.

“What? Why?” you ask urgently.

“Because I’m tired of you guys hating each other for no reason. Now go.” Jungwon shoos you away.

“Yeah go talk.” Niki says to Jake.

Both of you don’t budge. Jay tugs at your arm. “Come on, Jake and y/n becoming friends!”

The whole group starts chanting. “JAKE AND Y/N BECOMING FRIENDS!”

You had to admit that their enthusiasm was kind of endearing, so you swallow your pride and walk over to the lifeguard tower. You hear him not far behind you.

You climb up the stairs and let your feet hang over the ledge of the patio.

He sits down next to you.

You let a few moments of silence pass before speaking up. “I don’t want to be here as much as you do, so let’s just wait for the five minutes to pass and then go.”

“Damn,” he says. “Do you really hate me that much?”

You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”

“What did I ever do to you?” he scoffs.

“I don’t need to justify my feelings.” you cross your arms.

“Why are you so dense?” he grumbles.

You whip your body over to him. “I’m the dense one?”

“Yeah,” he says proudly. You want to slap the smug look off of his pretty face. Normal face. Slightly, almost, barely good looking face.

“Such a prick,” you mumble, turning away.

“What’d you call me?” he scrunches his eyebrows.

You look him right in the eyes. You never noticed how dark and piercing they were. “A fucking prick. Cause you are one.”

His black hair is still damp and poking into his eyes. His lips are parted and they look so soft that you almost want to kiss him. But he beats you to it.

I should push him away. Push him away you dumbass. You kept telling yourself but you couldn’t do it. His lips felt too good against yours.

Your arms snake around his waist as he lays you onto your back.

You wish you had a hundred hands so you could touch all of him. Two weren’t enough. He feels like silk and he tastes like red velvet.

He pushes your jaw up so he can get to your neck. You exhale as his tongue dances on your skin. He grinds his hips into yours and you let out a small moan. Why are you letting him affect you like this? Idiot.

“I thought you hated me?” he smirks while kissing your chest.

“I do.” you breathe out.

“You sure?” he asks, his fingers traveling down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms.

“Mhm.” you say.

He kisses your collarbone. “People you hate don’t make you wet like this.”

That just makes you throb even more.

“Fuck off,” you say and he backs up.

“Really?” he says. “Because I will.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in by the back of the neck.

“Touch me,” you say and he happily obliges. You knew were in public but it was dark and honestly, you didn’t care.

“Such a slut,” he says while running a finger up and down your slit. “If you wanted me this badly you should’ve said so sooner.”

“I don’t want you asshole.” you breathe out as he circles your clit.

“You just asked me to touch you princess,” he kisses your neck. “I think that’s good evidence.”

You rub your fingers through the back of his hair and tug it back, exposing his neck. He lets out a small moan. You kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling every now and then. When you pull away there’s at least three red blotches that go from his throat to his chest.

“People are gonna see those you know?” he says.

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes.

“Are you marking me or something? Telling everyone that I’m yours?” he boasts.

It’s confusing how your anger is feeding into your lust for him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” you say and he cocks a brow.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he kisses your cheek sweetly. You want to wipe it off and slap him in the face.

“Who do you think you are?” you scoff at him.

“Come on dont play with me,” he pushes one finger into you and you moan. “I can tell that you want it.”

It was true. You were practically gushing.

“More,” you say, wanting another finger.

“Where are your manners?” he smirks.

You swallow your pride. “Please?”

“Good girl,” he says and it sends tingles down your spine.

He pulls your bikini bottoms to the side and rubs his thumb up your slit. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Your thighs are already trembling.

“I really thought you’d still be hating me right now.” he says lowly. “Do I make you that weak?”

You snap to your senses for a moment. “Fuck you.”

“I am.” he snickers and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me attitude princess.” he warns you with a dangerous smile.

“Or what?” you test him.

“Do you really wanna find out?”

“What do you think you’re intimidating or something?” you ask and he scoffs.

He sits up and grabs your arm. “Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up.” he says sternly and you do.

He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” you ask, agitated. If you really didn’t want to go you wouldn’t, but you secretly wanted to continue what was going on.

“My car.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see.”

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungwon calls out. “Don’t leave me!” “I’ll be just a second!” you reply with an unsure smile.

“Backseat.” Jake says as you approach his Mercedes.

So bossy, you think.

You sit in the back seat and before you know it he’s pulling you into his lap.

“Let’s continue shall we?” he says and you don’t waste any time getting your lips on his.

He pushes your hips down onto his and you whimper. You were already so wet and this was just making it worse.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” you say, not being able to hold it in.

“For what?” he nips at your neck.

“I need to feel you inside of me.” you plead. 

“That’s better.” he tugs his shorts down and pulls your swimsuit to the side.

You grab the base of him before slowly sinking down. “Fuck yes.” you moan in relief.

He fills you up perfectly and his tip brushes your g-spot every time you bounce.

“So fucking tight.” he growls, holding onto your hips tight.

Your legs begin to tremble from the pleasure so he grabs you by the waist and lays you on your back.

He snaps his hips into yours and you whine.

He smirks. “Look at you all spread out for me,” he kisses your neck. “Taking this cock deep inside you.”

Your fingers trail down to rub at your clit. “Please don’t stop.”

He flips you over into doggy and tugs your hair, bringing your ear up to his mouth.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Really bad,” you whimper.

He smacks your ass and you let out a small squeal.

“Touch with yourself while I fuck you.” he lets you go and you rest on the door. Your fingers move to play with your pussy.

His hands are tight on your waist as he pounds into you.

You feel your knees start to give out and your cunt start to pulse around him.

He chuckles. “Are you close sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Please make me cum, please I need it so bad.”

“Why should I think you deserve it?”

“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.” you say and he stops his movements completely.

He gets close to your ear. “You get to cum when I say so okay?”

You accept defeat. “Okay.”

You start to get more and more flustered as he continues to fuck you just right.

“Fuck Jake I can’t,” you whimper and hold onto the car door for dear life.

He pulls out suddenly and you complain before feeling his tongue on you. Your body tenses up from the pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says and you arch your back, pushing your pussy into his mouth. He moans against you.

After only a couple circles on your clit with his tongue, you’re ready to come undone. You grab onto his hand.

“Wait wait I’m close,”

And before you can utter another word he slams his cock into you and brings his hand around you to rub your clit.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I know you can do it.” he encourages you.

He smiles as your moans get louder and more high pitched.

Your legs start to shake and he grabs you tight. He comes up to your ear. “Be a good girl for me won’t you.”

Your eyes roll back as bliss runs through your entire body. He was probably the best lay you’ve ever had.

Your body goes slack as he cums inside of you.

“Fuck,” he growls and slowly pulls out. He picks you up and holds you in his arms as you try to ride out the trembling.

“How am I supposed to clean up?” you ask.

“Maybe you can swim again?” he jokes and you punch him in the arm. “Do you still hate me?”

“One hundred percent.” you say confidently.

“Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “My kids are in you right now.”

You fake gag and he laughs.

[wizkiddx]

honeymoon morning

Honestly I apologise in advance bcos this is pure sickening, god awful fluff. It’s shit bit fluffy af and warmed my cold heart of stone a little ahah. Kinda imagined that its actress!reader too, but doesn’t acc have to be (oh and for the purposes of the story also married Haz off to the readers best mate). On a real, really didn’t excute the idea the way I wanted but hey-ho. T x 

Summary: the morning after the wedding and there are some beans to be spilt in between all the happiness

The best morning of her life. Y/n knew it would be just that. I mean, it already was - she woke up in the arms of the man she loved, that she could now call her husband forever and ever. Tom looked glorious; still asleep as he lay on his back, slightly tilted toward her side and his arm outstretched as if he was waiting for her to come back to bed and join him. Even unconscious, Y/n still wanted to please him in everyday possible so she did just as he wanted. Tiptoeing from the doorway on their ensuite, she pulled the cord of the white silk robe slightly tighter round her stomach. Before she lay down next to her husband, she smiled gently and pulled her still wet hair to one side, smelling like apples of the hotels free sample shampoos. As if rehearsed, as soon as she settled on the white pillows, ontop of Tom’s outstretched arm, he rolled almost ontop of her, throwing his other arm over her side and squeezed. Y/n couldn’t repress that little giggle his actions illicited, making the brunette around her groan and mumble something incoherent meanwhile pressing his head further into her hair. 

Which made him pull back and slowly blink awake with a scowl. Her hair was still wet. 

“Hi husband” She grinned, loving the way his scowl at being awoken morphed into this shit eating smile. 

“My beautiful wife huh?” Tom tucked a clump of damp hair behind her ear before letting his palm rest on her glowing cheek and just staring into her seemingly ever changing eyes. No matter how many times he looked into them, Tom always managed to see something different and exciting in them. Something else to fall deeply and helplessly in love with. 

“Yesterday was…”

“Everything.” Tom finished off for her, before pressing his lips to hers as she shifted to lean over him. 

“Uh-huh. But now it’s today. Which means… you gotta get up!” She eventually got to the point, sitting up and therefore avoiding his second attempt to meet lips, once again making him pout. 

“Is it too much to ask to just spend a day in bed with my wife?” His wife. Boy did that sound like music to her ears.

“Yes because everyone is waiting downstairs for us at breakfast!”

“They can wait there till tomorrow for all I care.” Indignantly, Tom closed his eyes pretending to go back to sleep.

“And… because I got you a marriage present.” That got his attention. Eyes flying open, as he pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard of the big four poster bed, Tom looked quizzically at his wife. His wife. 

Giggling at his oh-so-predictable reaction, Y/n leaned off the bed to pickup the small gift wrapped box on the floor.

“Y/n you really shouldn’t have I didn’t know we were doing this-“

“Oh shut up and open it would you?”

“Unless this is a toy for… you know, then you really should have.” Even half asleep, Tom still had something on his mind.

“Tom! Just open it before you ruin the moment anymore.” She wasn’t really mad. She was smirking and jokingly rolling her eyes at his idiocy. He was her idiot though. With a confused look, Tom followed her instructions, carefully unwrapping the silvery gift paper to reveal a navy blue velvet box. He looked up momentarily to question Y/n, who just gestured for him to open it. Going at a painfully slow speed, he lifted it up to reveal an old and tattered watch. It had a cracked glass front yet Tom could still see the ‘Rolex’ logo branded onto the face of it. 

Not going to lie - he was confused. Y/n knew he already had multiple nice watches he wore regularly. All of those were in better nick than this. 

“I umm-“

“It’s an old Rolex. I thought you could do it up like your dad did for you.” She whispered, with this massive smile just because she knew Tom still didn’t understand.

“Oh I er… I mean I could I’m not sure-“ Tom stammered, she seemed so proud of herself, yet he couldn’t really understand why and didn’t want to disappoint her. To be fair him being a bit slow wasn’t an uncommon thing, Tom would hold hid hands up and admit he wasn’t the smartest. Whereas and completely unknown to most people, Y/n was really really clever, I mean she was nearly going to be a doctor. That was one of the things Tom absolutely loved too, the way she would be able to make leaps and figure things out the average person would just stare at confused. So fair to say, she was used to explaining things to him. 

“You know your Dad gave it to his first born on their eighteenth, your eighteenth birthday. And I thought you could do with all the 18 years because I dont fancy you as a professional watch-fixer.” Tom was still absolute clueless, waiting for more of an explanation. 

“18 years?” The number seeming a bit random but oddly specific to Tom.

“Well you know… 18 years from now when your son or daughter turns into an adult. When they aren’t our little baby anymore.” She whispered, taking his hands in her and pressing it against her ever so slightly bloated stomach. 

And then finally it clicked. His eyes grew impossibly wide, pressing lightly on her silk-clad stomach as he sat forwards.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Tommy we are going to be parents!” She smiled whilst nodding, totally enamoured by the look of sheer joy on his face. 

“This isn’t a joke right?”

“No I swear to you. 12 weeks yesterday.”

“You’re serious? We’re going to be parents?” Y/n just nodded in response this time, before instantaneously Tom’s lips were on hers, pouring all the passion and love and excitement that he could on her. After a few moments they pulled away, yet keeping their faces impossibly close.

“I love you”

“I love you and… well I love them too.” Y/n was so in love with the man in front of him. He just was going to be the best Dad in the world and there was no-one she would rather start this journey with. In complete honesty, yesterday the first thing she’d wanted to do when she saw Tom standing at the altar was tell him. It had been impossible, the last weeks of keeping ‘shtum’. But she’d only found out when she noticed she was 3 weeks late on her period, by which point Tom was away filming. They’d agreed that so they both had a quality honeymoon, to finish any backlog of work before the wedding, so it was a 8 week holiday with just the two of them. It had also made the reunion that much better, having been apart for almost 2 months before the wedding. 

“You want to see them? I had the scan really early yesterday morning?” It was an unnecessary question, as soon as Y/n even mentioned it Tom bolted up like an excited puppy. With a knowing laugh, Y/n then slipped her hand under the pillow to produce the little white card and offering it to him. Tom took the card, while with his other hand pulling her flush with his chest so she was sitting half on his lap. Slowly Tom lifted the front of the card, to reveal the black ultrasound print. For all he knew that could be an ultrasound of elephant dung; but the fact that he had it on good authority it was his wife and baby, Tom swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Knowing he was more than hopeless at this, Y/n took him through slightly different blobs on the picture, demonstrating the head, an arm, a foot. 

“Why didn’t you tell me though? You had to do this by yourself?”

“By the time I found out myself you were already in new york and… well its not something to say over the phone is it?”

“Y/n as perfect as this is, you could’ve sent me a text for all I care. I wouldn’t have let you do this on your own! Have you been sick or-“

“Not technically on my own… don’t be mad but Y/f/n was there when I took the test, she was the one who said I should.”

“I should’ve guessed that to be fair” Tom rolled his eyes playfully, of course Y/f/n knew they were basically joint at the hip. She probably sensed it with her best friend powers.

“And yeh mornings aren’t very fun but thats supposed to ease now we’re over the first trimester.”

“I-fuck I don’t know what to say… I just love you.”

“And that is all I’ve ever wanted.” She whispered against his lips before they connected once again. It was just so full of gentle, care and love for each other. The moment was just perfect… until her phone rang. 

Y/n pulled away, receiving an almost whine from her husband, reaching to answer her phone. 

“Hey… yeh yeh I know we are on our way, just had some news to spill… I think he’s happy yeh-“ she giggled, as she watched Tom gently pull back the sides of her robe to reveal her belly. At only 12 weeks, she was barely showing at all but now Tom looked he didn’t understand how he hadn’t noticed last night. “-… I’m not sure let me check hang on” Y/n spoke into the receiver again, Tom already knew the moment it rang it would only be Y/f/n. Only she would have the audacity to interrupt the couple the morning after their wedding. 

“Tom so… I kind of made arrangements just incase, because this is a pretty good time just because everyones here. But I figured you might want to keep it a secret for a bit when its just us that know?” He looked toward the window, apparently deep in thought, before turning back to her. 

“I’m spoiler king right? Might be safest to tell them before I explode.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeh course, you know I can’t keep a secret, one look at Haz and he’ll know something is up”

“Actually he might already know too-“

“WHAT”

[cheoliehae]

121U! - jeon wonwoo // seventeen au

❖ soulmate: you are able to communicate with your soulmate via a special chat room but you are both unaware of who you are due to the username

❖ a/n: hi everyone, so if you been here since the beginning of my blog you know that i used to write bts text au and that I also have skz au writing account. well since im in my 3rd year of uni i started to write to relieve stress and it’s really fun. so enjoy this idea i had that was og for my skz blog. if you haven’t figured it out yet I took inspiration from Day6 song 121U (aka a bop) as well as A Cinderella Story (you know the one with Hillary Duff, a CLASSIC). It is unsure how much i will write on this blog since again i only write when i am relieving stress so until next time enjoy :)

❖ word count: 1.6k (legit one word away from 1.7k)

❖ paring: jeon wonwoo  x gn reader

❖: high school au, soulmate au

Ah, high school, a time where smarts and social status do not mix well together. You are either lucky enough to be a part of the popular crowd, being invited to all of the hottest parties, and dating the hottest people. Or get a normal student focusing on their studies and not giving a crap about any social status that one may obtain. Walking down the hallway with your earbuds in your ear you didn’t care about the people around you. You were just at school to study and graduate knowing that you were destined for greatness after high school.

“Excuse me,” you heard a voice coming from behind you. Pulling out your airpods you were faced with Mina and her group of followers. “Can I help you?” you questioned her as you had no idea what she wanted from you. You have never even said two words to her before this moment so you were highly confused about what was happening. “You are walking slowly and my locker is right there so can you please use your two legs and move faster please,” Mina motioned for her hands to move. Rolling your eyes you did just that and proceed to walk into class.

“Hey y/n you look, not good,” your best friend Joshua as he saw you sit down at your desk. Setting your head down a small sigh left your month “I hate Myoui Mina with a passion, I get it she is popular but does that give her a reason to freakin pick on everyone like come freakin on”. Joshua extended his arm and gently pat you on the back “there their y/n, rant to your best friend,”. Raising your head up you saw Mina walking into class with her boyfriend Wonwoo as his arm was around her. “Great this is going to be a long day,” you set your head back down and moped.

As time passed by you started to get bored in class as you finished all of your assignments. You opened a new tab on your laptop and entered into a chatroom. A smile grew on your face as you got excited seeing your friend mrbookworm was online. A bit of backstory mrbookworm is actually your soulmate but you felt really awkward calling him your soulmate since you had no idea who he was.

ouasunshine: hey i see that you are alive

mrbookworm: yeah i finished my classwork a bit early so i wanted to see if you were on or not

mrbookworm: and just like i expected here you are :)

ouasunshine: i am highly convinced that you are just on this chat room 24/7 waiting for me to come online

mrbookworm: you would be disappointed if that was false ;)

ouasunshine: dont get cheesy with me.

A chuckle left your mouth knowing how much mrbookworm made you feel. But it sucked that you did not know him in person cause you really did believe that if you did your whole world would be different. He seems like the type of person who really did not care about social status or what others think of him. 

mrbookworm: how are your classes today?

ouasunshine: the normally but I did have a lovely run-in with one of the ‘popular’ at my school

ouasunshine: let’s just say it was not really the highlight of my day

mrbookworm: :( im sorry you had a rough day I wish there to make you feel better

ouasunshine: i have to go, the bell just rang

Packing up your backpack and quickly walked out of the classroom trying your best to avoid any more interactions with that clique. Which for once was in your favor as you didn’t run into any of that crowd for the rest of the school day. Your absolute favorite time of the day was when the last bell rang and you were able to go to the library. It was quiet and wasn’t too crowded unless it was midterm or final season. The librarians were also very appreciative that you came during your free time and helped out. “Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that we are going to close up a bit early so don’t be alarmed okay,”. “I won’t Mrs. Park,” you said with a smile on your face and then returned to your book. 

As time passed you were getting lost in your book. “Excuse me,” looking up from your book you say Wonwoo standing in front of you “Um can I check out a laptop?”. “Sure but the library is closing early so you have at least 30 minutes before I have to ask for it back. ID please,” you held out your hand. He handed it to you and once you scanned everything you handed it back to him. You watched as he walked away and returned to your book. Looking over at the desk that was in front of you you saw your phone buzzing. You moved forwards to see if anyone was in your line of sight and if anyone could see you, let’s just say you were in the clear.

mrbookworm: if you were picking out a book for me, what book would you recommend?

ouasunshine: what makes you say that I am a reader?

mrbookworm: well for one thing your soulmate is a bookworm aka i am a bookworm 

mrbookworm: i kinda hope that my soulmate is one too

ouasunshine: Are We There Yet? by David Levithan. It is about two brothers who go to Italy and they end up falling for the same girl but neither of them knows. It is pretty good. I give it a solid ⅘ but it definitely breaks the love standards that we are used to.

mrbookworm: wow i can’t imagine a system without soulmates

ouasunshine: i feel like the system of soulmates will still exist but people won’t know see the signs unless they are truly in love

mrbookworm: do you think there will be a possibility that we would be soulmates without this whole soulmate system.

ouasunshine: that is really hard to say

The clock hit 15:30 and you had to leave. So you logged out and looked around for Wonwoo to get everything back. “Um hey so,” you said walking up to where he was sitting out. “Oh is it time already?,” he said looking at his watch and then back at you. “Yeah, sorry for kicking you out I guess? I mean I know we are open later than this but you know closing hours aren’t my rules to make,” you said looking at him. “No no I understand, do you think I can check out a book or will it be easier to get it tomorrow morning?”. “Probably come tomorrow morning then you have more time to actually look for your book if you have no idea where it is located,”. “Yeah I think that will be my best bet. Thanks for the help y/n,”.

You were taken aback by him saying your name was this was one of the first time that you have ever had a conversation with him. “No problem, Wonwoo,: smiling back at him as you walked him out before locking up.

As the night was drawing to an end you were laying in bed finishing up an homework assignment. It was a simple reading so it was nothing heavy but you did wish that time would pass faster. A ding from your computer and you saw the lovely notification from your soulmate.

mrbookworm: two truths and one lie?

ouasunshine: hello to you too,

ouasunshine: what are you doing lol

mrbookworm: i’m bored and I don't feel like bothering my friends

ouasunshine: so you wanted to bother me?

mrbookworm: you’re my soulmate ;)

mrbookworm: you are kinda stuck with me forever 

ouasunshine: i mean i guess i can spare a minute or two

ouasunshine: ummm

ouasunshine: my favorite cake is red velvet, i played soccer as a kid and i’m 75% certain i was a butterfly in my kindergarten school play.

mrbookworm: oh that is an easy one

mrbookworm: it's the butterfly one

ouasunshine: i wish you can hear me laugh

ouasunshine: it is actually the cake one

mrbookworm: you’re lying

ouasunshine: no i believe that i have a picture somewhere.

ouasunshine: i was either a butterfly or a flower but i have a picture somewhere

mrbookworm: well when i meet you in person you will have to show me

mrbookworm: but what is the lie?

ouasunshine: i really don't like red velvet cake

For the rest of the night, you were talking to your soulmate. And just like you wished for at the beginning of the night the hours did fly by when you were talking to him.

Arriving at school early you walked straight to the library. You unlocked the door and headed to the main deck and pulled out the book that you were reading last night. And to your surprise the first person who entered was Wonwoo.

“Good Morning,” he said, walking up to the desk with a smile on his face. The soft curls from his hair lightly hit the top of his glasses. And the grey sweatshirt that he wasn’t helping his case and we really did look nice. “Hey morning, are you here to look for that book from yesterday?”. “Yeah I am looking for Are We There Yet? by David Levithan,”. Your head lifted from the computer and stopped typing mid-sentence. “No there is no way,” you thought to yourself. “Is there something wrong? Is it checked out?”. “No it’s not that, it’s just I recommended that book to someone yesterday, it is one of my favorites,” you said looking away. “Oh same, well not me recommended but it was recommended to me,” Wonwoo said looking down at the ground.

“This is a very out of the blue question but are you mrbookworm? Again totally random questions and if you aren’t that this is highly embarrassing,”. Wonwoo just looked at you and smiled. “Hi ouasunshine, I’m expecting to see that picture of you as a butterfly one day, maybe over coffee?”. “I would really like that,”.

[simpsiren]

closer to you

lee jeno x reader

main masterlist

the sequel

description. you’re in a 2 year relationship with jaemin. the two of you know very well that you arent each other’s soulmates but you still felt that jaemin was the right one for you. that is until you are celebrating your 2 year anniversary with jaemin that memories of you being with someone else in your so called “past life” starts coming back to you, as if wanting to make you realise that your soulmate is still out there.

genre. soulmate au, strangers to lovers au, fluff and angst

warnings. none? except for the fact that reader becomes violent in their words when they’re stressed i guess

a/n. literally got this idea from the flashback tiktoks thats been appearing in my fyp. like ive seen it so many times that i just had to write about it HAHA alrighty thats all enjoyy :D

when the idea of soulmates was first represented to humans, humans deeply believed in it, and would follow the idea of it religiously to find the one that they are truly meant to be with. however, now in the modern day, the idea of soulmates is slowly disappearing. people still believe that the number engraved on the side of their right foot is the time and date that they’ll meet their soulmates, but people of this generation start ignoring that fact, marrying someone that isnt even their soulmate. it left their actual soulmate to either die alone, or having to force themselves to love and marry someone else other than their soulmate.

and now here you are, surrounded by your friends with jaemin sitting next to you, your boyfriend of two years who’s number on the side of his foot does not match yours.

“blow out the candles already!” you hear johnny screaming. you and jaemin turn to look at each other at the same time, giving a smile before blowing out the two candles on the red velvet cheesecake that signified your two year relationship with jaemin.

you laugh loudly as everyone claps for the two of you. jaemin quickly places a peck on your cheek, making everyone smile widely. “i love you.” jaemin whispers into your ear.

“i love you too.”

“do you really not care who your actually soulmate is? you know very well jaemin isnt yours.” you purse your lips into a thin line as you find jaehyun leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“does it look like i care? who the hell even cares? ill be with who i wanna be! i aint gonna follow some ‘oh you’re destined to be with this guy’ type bullshit.” you giggle to yourself as you took a sip the whiskey in hand, despite already being in a very drunken state.

jaehyun walks over to you and snatches the glass away from you. you whine and beg for it back, but you know all too well that jaehyun is not going to give you what you want. you let out a huff in response.

“my god, evaline. how drunk can you be?” jaehyun takes a seat on the chair that faces your bed, in which you are currently rolling on and mumbling to yourself about god knows what.

jaehyun sighs as he looks at you. he’s been your friend for almost forever yet he still cant get over the fact that no matter how hard he tries to persuade you that jaemin isnt your soulmate, you give zero fucks about it.

“i really hope he comes in your dreams or something. if i can’t convince you, then why isnt the world doing anything about it?” jaehyun whispers to himself, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow is placed on the arm rest of the chair.

you wake up with a sharp pain in your head. you wince as you slowly tried to sit up straight. you rub your eyes and try looking around your room. everything is normal, except for the fact that jaehyun is sleeping on your chair. you shrug your shoulders as you let out a long sigh and stare at the door in front of you, spacing out for a little. after at least five minutes of you doing nothing and staring off into who knows what, you gather up your strength to stand up from your bed. you stagger your way over to jaehyun.

“jae, wake up already. make me something to sober up- ouch!”

your foot suddenly hurt, making you stumble back and fall onto the floor. you flinched in fear when you realise the number on your foot is glowing. you scream in pain as you feel as though something thin and sharp is constantly stabbing your foot. the spinning in your head only made it worse. jaehyun wakes up from all your screaming and drops down on the floor to assist you quickly.

“evaline? eva! what’s wrong? wait why’s it glowing..” jaehyun eyes travel from your scrunched up face to your leg, noticing the number that’s glowing.

suddenly, your vision became blurry. you lost sight of what’s happening around you. you dont see your room and jaehyun in front of you anymore. you struggled as you try to squint your eyes to get your vision to be clear. it took awhile for your vision to come back. and when it did, something wasnt right.

it was like you were having a flashback. a flashback to a time you were unfamiliar with. you didn’t remember experiencing it at all. but the flasback looked like memories that you feel a sudden strong connection with.

the flashback was vivid. you couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. you saw a guy, estimated to be around your age, who’s smiling widely till his eyes form a thin line and holding up a polaroid camera to your point of view. you heard him laugh as snaps a picture and the camera’s flash shined your view. you soon focused your vision again onto the guy. he’s waiting for the film to develop. and that’s all you saw. a small snippet of a far distant memory which you arent even sure if it happened.

after that, you snapped out of your odd trance. you feel jaehyun shaking your shoulders with the look of extreme concern on your face. you bring your hand up to your head and scratch it slowly as you tilt your head in awe. jaehyun stops his actions as looks at you wierdly.

“what the fuck did i just experience?” you mumble to yourself, trying to process what you just went through. you look up from the floor to see jaehyun blinking his eyes rapidly.

“you saw what?”

you were this close to slapping jaehyun in the face.

“how many times do i have to fucking repeat myself?! i got a flashback of a memory of some random dude that i dont even know about!”

jaehyun’s mouth remains open in shock and confusion. it took him a few seconds to process your words. and when it did, he places both his hands on the table.

“its a sign.” your forehead creases as you look at him weirdly.

“the fuck you just say?” you pick up your fork and stab it into your freshly cooked fried chicken meal.

“is this the first time you experience it?” jaehyun asks you as he takes a sip of water. you took a moment to think about it.

“yeah it is.” you breathe out. jaehyun only nodded his head. he starts thinking about what he wished for that night had something to do with what happened to you.

“you know what? forget it. i need to meet up with jaemin for our date. ill see you around.” you finish what’s left on your plate, waving to jaehyun before leaving the restaurant.

jaehyun watches your back as you slowly disappear into the distance. “it cant be... can it?” jaehyun shakes his head and continues eating.

“hey, babe. how was lunch with jaehyun?” jaemin wraps his arm around your waist as he leans down to peck your lips.

“it was good. let’s get ice cream.” you give off a wide smile and dragged jaemin to the famous ice cream shop that you were dying to try.

by the time you were halfway to finishing your ice cream, it was already 8pm. you’re weekly ice cream date with jaemin never fails to be extended as your chats with him grow longer and longer with every date.

as jaemin was talking, your mind goes back to the time you had that odd flashback. you wonder what it meant, or whats the significance of it. why did that suddenly happen to you? what can you do to make it go away? because for all you know, you have everything you need right here, in front of you. you had jaemin.

“eva? hello~?” jaemin waves his hand in front of you to snap you back into reality. you shake your head vigorously. “oh shit im sorry jaemin what did you say?” jaemin smiles softly as he repeats over what he say.

it was about 10pm and you decided it was finally time to go home. you would have taken the train alone but jaemin insisted on accompanying you home and going back by himself after. you and jaemin were walking down the street that will lead to your apartment when jaemin sudden opens his mouth to ask you something.

“did you ever believe about the soulmate thing?” you stop walking and turn your body to face jaemin. jaemin does the same, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you shrug your shoulder and placed your weight on one leg. “i used to, but i slowly started to think it was ridiculous and that i should be able to love who i want, not someone im destined to be with.” you reply, slowly reaching your hand out to run your hand through jaemin’s hair. he smiles at your touch and pulls you in with your other arm, hugging you gently.

“im glad to be the one that you love, despite the fact that im not who you’re destined to be with.” jaemin strokes your hair and digs his head into the crook of your neck. you rub his back slowly. “me too.” you kiss jaemin on the cheek and pull away, smiling softly. “come on, we’re almost at my apartment.” your hands trailed down to meet jaemin’s, interlocking your fingers with his and you both continued walking down the long street.

however, for the first time, it felt as though jaemin’s hand didn’t sit right with yours, like his hand didnt belong to fit in yours. you look down at the interlocking hands. you never felt this way before. why did it occur to you only now?

“something on your mind, eva?” you hear jaemin ask. you shot your gaze up from your jaemin’s hand to his eyes, shaking your head as you faked a smile.

weird

a week has passed since that weird encounter of yours. you couldn’t get it out of your head. every hour of the day you’ll spare a few minutes thinking about it. why did you feel so connected to it? you felt eager to know about what i meant. why did a few seconds of experiencing a distant memory would be etched into your mind as you constantly replay what you saw that time?

you found it funny how you were already so deep in your thoughts early in the morning. you lay in bed looking through your social medias for awhile before getting out of bed to head to the living room.

you see jaehyun sitting on the couch, immensely concentrated on whatever’s on the television screen. you take a seat beside jaehyun, looking down, you see him munching on a bowl of popcorn.

“popcorn for breakfast. really?” you raise an eyebrow as jaehyun nods his head and offers the bowl. you take it regardless of your comment and stuffed popcorn in your mouth.

“you didn’t shower yet?” jaehyun asks. you only shrug in reply. jaehyun looks at you with a disguested look.

“i bet you didn’t shower either, now did you?” jaehyun kept quiet as his eyes widened yet still glued onto the screem. you observed his reaction and scoff, rolling your eyes. “idiot.” jaehyun glances at you and chukles, reaching out to take a handful of popcorn.

“what are you even watching?”

“a movie that i didn’t finish last night.” that explains the popcorn then.

you focus your mind on the movie, despite not knowing what it’s about. everything seemed normal until you see a couple suddenly come on screen. they’re apparently at a amusement park.

almost instantly, you lost sight of your surroundings. oh no.. it’s happening again. you shut your eyes tightly as your vision became blurry once again. you opened your eyes widely to find yourself at an amusement park. a flashback is now occuring, this time it was different.

the flashback. it wasnt a memory you’re unfamiliar with. its jaemin. you see jaemin come into view. it looked like you were taken back to your third date where jaemin brought you to an amusement park. you see him running in front of you happily. jaemin was about to turn around, and you remembered that exactly after that he smiled at you. but he doesn’t. you realise that its not even jaemin.

the one you’re seeing now is the guy from your previous flashback. the polaroid guy. he smiled the exact same way he did when he took the picture of you in the flashback. the guy reaches out to take your hand and you’re being pulled towards him. why does it feel like you’ve seen him somewhere? or maybe you haven’t, but feel like you would some time in the future.

“eva? god, evaline! wake up please!” you hear jaehyun’s voice.

“did it happened agai-“

“it happened again.”

you look around. everything was back to normal. you look at jaehyun. but his eyes were fixated on your foot, he looks shocked. you slowly tilt your head down to look at the number on your right foot. it changed. the number.. reshuffled themselves?

“you’re seeing that too right..?”

you nod your head slowly. its getting more weird. the number on your foot said that you’ll meet your “soulmate” on february 12th, 2020 at 7:06pm. but now, it changed itself to become december 6th, 2020 at 2:19am.

basically it went from 12.02.2020 19:06 to 06.12.2020 02:19

“did i space out again?” you look up at jaehyun as he nod slowly, still looking at your foot in shock. you couldn’t blame him. what happen? did it somehow extended the time you’re about to meet your soulmate? why did it happen? what does it mean?

you told jaehyun what happen. and he almost fainted. you let out a long sigh.

“im telling you its a sign. probably the guy you’re seeing is your soulmate.” jaehyun says lazily and he muched on some strawberry pocky.

“then why was jaemin in the flashback too? isnt it weird?” jaehyun nods his head quickly. he puts down the pack of pocky on his lap and blinks a couple of times. you see the gears turning in his head as you assume that he’s trying to come up with an explanation.

“maybe jaemin’s tied to the guy? like maybe jaemin knows him. or the dude’s from your past life and somehow jaemin is representing the guy in your present life.” jaehyun looks down to see his pocky was stolen from you. you nod your head and you continuously stuffed each stick into your mouth and eating them. “urgh i dont fucking know what to do about this!” you groan in frustration. suddenly, something hits you.

“wait. what’s today’s date?”

jaehyun lifts his phone up to check. “30th november. why?” jaehyun asks. “oh wait.”

“you’re telling me i have a full week until i meet my so called soulmate that i dont even know where ill meet him?!”

you scoff in disbelief. jaehyun doesnt respond, only staring at your face like he’s seen a ghost.

“can i somehow break someone’s neck and slam it on the wall for like i dont know, 5 hours?!”

no reply from jaehyun once again.

“oh for fuck’s sake i cant do this! im heading to johnny’s tea shop for my depression tea. meet me there if you want, i’ll probably be there the whole day as my head constantly spins.”

you quickly got up from the couch and get ready. jaehyun sees you coming out of your room with a hoodie and plain wide legged jeans. you only grab your phone and keys and waved jaehyun goodbye before leaving the apartment. jaehyun sighs.

“i might have set her temper circuit short.” jaehyun whispers to himself and sighs, getting off the couch as well to head over to johnny’s tea shop. “literally could have drove her there but oh well.”

when you enter the shop, johnny face lit up with a huge smile. he runs over to hug you but his smile soon fades away and into a confused look when he sees how pissed you look.

“that’s very... interesting.” johnny comments. you sigh and nod, fiddling with the teaspoon in your drink. “yeah well its not going to be fun once jaemin knows.” johnny stops in his actions and looks up at you. your eyes glanced at johnny before tilting your head up from the drink that wrapped around your hands.

“yes i haven’t told jaemin. i didn’t think it meant anything at first but now...”

“you have to tell him! soon! its a sign!” johnny exclaims. you smacked your hand onto your forehead lightly. “i’ve heard that phrase countless of times by jaehyun and now you too? can you please explain?” you whine, scratching your head vigorously as you argrily take a sip of tea.

you were stressed, very stressed. life was going so well until this happened. you dont know who the mystery guy is. you dont know why he’s “memories” with you suddenly come back, especially when you’re in a really intimate relationship with jaemin. the same question keeps repeating in your head over and over each day and it gets more stressful when you try to think of an answer for them.

“no no listen. it happened to my relative. she was 3 months away from marrying her boyfriend who’s number doesnt match hers. and then she started getting weird flashbacks and she said that the number on her foot changed so that she wouldn’t miss a chance to meet her soulmate in the future instead of the past. and the so called memories? they’re memories that you’ll make with your soulmate once you meet them. the world is trying to make you realise that the guy in your flashbacks is your soulmate and not jaemin.”

you kept silent. so what jaehyun said was right. it was a sign to encourage you to find your real soulmate instead of settling for the one you arent meant to be with. you let out a sigh of relief as you finally know the background information to your whole situation.

“that’s a lot to take in.. how am i suppose to tell jaemin?” you frown as you look out the window. you love jaemin, very much. but to be honest, for the whole 2 years of your relationship with him, everything felt perfect, yet something was off. you never managed to pin point what, until now.

“oh i texted him just now when you were talking to me and he’s coming since he wants to see you.” great. you arent mentally prepared to tell jaemin yet and he’s going to arrive here in 15 minutes.

“evaline! johnny texted me saying you were here and i immediately rushed over.” jaemin comes up from behind and kisses your cheek. you purse your lips into a thin line and you look to johnny leaving his seat. he nods his head, in a way to give you confidence to tell jaemin about the whole ordeal.

“jaemin.. i have to tell you something.” when jaemin takes the seat where johnny sat, you reach your hand out to grab his, slowly soothing your thumb over his skin. “mhm yeah what?” you look up from his hand to his face.

“ive been getting um.. signs lately. flashbacks. jaehyun told me that the guy, who’s always the main subject of my flashbacks could be my soulmate. and i might be meeting him soon, on 6th december.” you whisper to him, biting your lip.

jaemin swallows his own saliva, blinking at you a few times as he tries to process what you said. he lets out a long sigh and painfully puts on a soft smile.

“i knew it was going to happen to one of us sooner. ive heard about the flashbacks. its bound to happen sooner or later.” you nod your head in response.

“im sorry, jaemin. i love you very much-“

“its fine. i understand. im glad the world made you realise that you’re soulmate is still wondering around somewhere, and that it isnt me. im happy i got to spend 2 years loving you.. it made me feel good.” you interlocked your fingers with his, smiling softly before letting go.

you could tell jaemin was hurt. like a knife was stabbed into his heart. you see it behind his smile, his eyes. you knew him all too well.

“we’ll still be friends. and i hope you’re soulmate will come to you.”

jaemin only nods. you lean in and give one last passionate kiss on the cheek before hearing the bell above the door ringing, and noticing that jaehyun has arrived.

december 3rd, 2020. you’re three days away to meeting your soulmate. where? you werent sure.

“good morning, evaline.” you hear jaehyun say. you just got out of bed and you were walking to the kitchen when you see what jaehyun was doing. he’s reading a book. your vision went blank.

its another flashback. you start to mentally prepare yourself as yoh want to absorb as much information as possible on your soulmate in the small portion of the memories.

“the book’s is interesting.” you’re hearing your soulmates voice. you try to figure out if you’ve heard it or not, but shake it out of your head when yoh remember your goal of gathering information. you registered the tone of his voice.

he’s sitting on a bed with round gold glasses on, in his pajamas.

your soulmate laughs. the same way he did the first time. he turns the book to you and it showed his phone betweem the pages of the book, resting there. “just joking!” you hear him say. you take a look at the wallpaper of your soulmate’s lockscreen. it was a picture of him kissing your cheek. it looked oddly the same as the picture you and jaemin once took together. however, there was a text above the picture. evaline heather and lee jeno

lee jeno. that’s the name of your soulmate.

december 5th, 2020. you’re starting to mentally prepare yourself. you dont know where you’re about to meet him. you tried coming up with all possibilities. to be frank, you were more excited about whether the places you thought of might be the place you meet your soulmate rather than being nervous.

the three flashbacks you had. it felt all too familiar. like you’ve known this lee jeno person forever. you feel the connection each time.

when the clock strikes 12am, your mind unknowingly decides to go to the park. the park where you and jaemin first met. you dont know why. it felt like your body was urging you to go there. you lazily got ready and headed out the door, of course you told jaehyun about your outing before leaving the apartment.

you had your hands shoved into your pockets with your hoodie on as you yawned. you breathed in the night air, admiring it dearly. when you reached the park, a quick glance at your phone told you that its 2am. you sigh and took a seat on the bench mindlessly after walking around the park.

you sat there for a few minutes, looking up into the sky and staring off into the distance. suddenly, you felt a presence next to you. you turn your head over to see a guy.

“you seemed pretty lonely so i brought ice cream-“

that voice.

“what’s your name?” you interrupt

the guy pauses and smiles. his face, his smile. its just like the one in your flashback.

“lee jeno. you?”

you didn’t reply. its him. he’s your soulmate, he’s here.

“why does it feel like ive known you for a very long time..?” you slowly started to ask as your eyes looked at him up and down.

jeno chuckles. “maybe..” you see jeno taking off his slipper on his right foot and lifting up his foot. you see the exact number that’s engraved on your foot.

“im your soulmate.”

[ermbabyel]

hi hi hi !! may i please request a personality ship with bts and ateez !! i apologize in advance bc it's super long </3

I’m a 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) girl with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark on my bottom lip!), my long legs (that look so so so so good in skirts and dresses), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with), and i am an i/enfj (i got 51% extravert 49% intra the first time, then 50% for both the second time!! ) and i honestly agree—i’m an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up.

  i’m extremely passionate about the issues and people i care about and the goals and dreams i have. I’m creative, patient, an extremely good listener, caring, a social butterfly, and extremely hardworking. my friends always told me of my heart of gold and how perceptive i am of the people around me—noticing immediately when something is wrong and trying to make them feel better. I’m also very headstrong, detailed, and determined!! my friends also call me a nerd since i’ve had all a’s since kindergarten—i LOVE school and would describe myself as intelligent. i really like that i’m empathetic and motivational to those around me. it’s really easy for me to show my affection, adoration, and support for someone because i just want everyone to feel loved and safe :( i HATE seeing my loved ones sad, and when people usually have problems about anything (from family to just school), i’m the one they come to talk to because of my warm and openminded heart. I love sharing happiness with my friends in their goals and always hype them up no matter what, and it makes me so so so so happy seeing my loved ones content. im also really, really funny (my fave personality trait of mine tbh)!! I’m always cracking jokes and laughing (sometimes for no reason LMAOO). i would be in the library at like 7 am with my friends and struggle with stifling my laugh from jokes i told </3

  I also love to go out and explore—whether trying out a new restaurant in the city or a newly opened amusement park or trying something new, like skydiving (or some other crazy but fun idea), trying recipes from around the world, or trying sledding for the first time! at the same time, i like really chill, mellow spending-time-alone-or-with-one-other-person activities like baking (my favorite treat to bake is red velvet cupcakes and cheddar bay biscuits) and dancing !! (i’ve been a dancer for more than 12 years!!). i can also speak more than 5 languages (including korean!) and i’m always saying random phrases (like thank you, i love u so much!, gtfo my face, that sucks ass) in a random language too LMFAOOO. i often think being a coffee/cafe lover is a personality trait (i love love love love love coffee) i also love accessories (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, etc) and would die of happiness when the day i can wear matching accessories with my s/o comes.

besides being my bestfriend who i can kiss and whatnot (hehe), my ideal type is a TALL (THEY DONT HAVE TO BE but 5’9+...i’m already tall but pls .5 of an inch taller would be enough) man who has eyes for me and only me !!! they may look cold/cool/mysterious/laid back at first glance (like “i dont like u lol” or “yeah haha 🙂" to any other girls but “hi baby what can i do for u today to please the loml” with me <3)  but turn into the sweetest, warmest, cutest honey bun once i get to know them! (kinda like me)!! ALSO a man who can pull off all black outfits like those are my FAVORITE omg. he needs to have a BIG sense of humor (like i want to laugh every second i’m with him and laugh so hard that our stomachs start hurting and we beg each other to stop making jokes type of humor), fashionable (so i can learn fashion pls and wear coordinated outfits with him). i just want a boy who i could talk to and listen to for HOURS. like i would follow him into the bathroom as he showers and sit on the toilet and just listen to him talk about his day or vent to him, but also a boy that loves comfortable silence!! like just cuddling with each other or im studying, and hes working on a personal project so that just being with him makes me feel warm <3 i want a s/o who’s willing to go out and travel with me so i could take off guard pics of him and make him my wallpaper until he begs me to change it. im also not good at conflict so if conflict arises, id love a boy who knows how to talk me down and open up the room for conversation and make me feel safe and not as if im confronted or wrong, someone where we can just talk, resolve our problem, and make it up with a hug or night out!! this kinda leads to me wanting a relationship where we both help improve each other and our flaws (for example some of my flaws are callousness, taking things to heart sometimes, and not opening up easily, etc), so i’d really appreciate a relationship where my partner and i can help each other grow as people. i also love love love to cook, so i’d love an s/o that loves cooking with me and teaching each other how to cook each other’s cultural foods (i would love to teach my bf how to cook jollof rice and have a cookoff one day). I like ALL 5 of the love languages but my top 3 tied for 1st are quality time (THIS i want to spend everyday with my bf at chinatown or a new city exploring), words of affirmation (someone who reaffirms me of their love continuously, supportively, and in sweet ways), and acts of service (cooking my favorite food when i’m down, doing chores that i cant do when tired). men who are really expressive through touch are also ideal <3 i'd shy away from pda, but inside the house i’d be so happy yet so shy and flustered when they express their love through touch (like laying in my lap so i can play with their hair, holding my hand while watching tv, cuddling while talking about whatever). OR like the SLIGHTEST compliment or act of love (LIKE BACKHUGS OR HOLDING HANDS OR KISSING MY BEAUTY MARKS OR FOREHEAD KISSESJSJSJSJ). i love a man who's goal oriented, know what he wants, and makes the move first (kinda like taking control of the relationship!!) in all, i’d just love to be really appreciated and loved and also show the same love, support, warmth, closeness, and happiness to my bf <3 tysm <333

Hi hi~! You sound like such a sweetheart and so cute 😍💕 I’ll be super happy to ship you~!

Bts

Yoongi 🥳

I thought of Yoongi right away while reading your submission. You sound like such a sweet and supportive person that I think Yoongi would benefit from being in a relationship with you. You also remind me a lot of hobi when I was reading your description so I think you two would be best friends too~! Yoongi would be intrigued by your appearance, your intimidating aura around you would make him want to know you more. Surely there’s more than meets the eye...and Yoongi was correct. After getting to know you more. He soon learned how such a happy and sweet person you are. He would love the duality of you. It’s keeps him on his toes and yearns to learn more o about you~! Yoongi is a very passionate person as well, especially with his career and his members. And I’m sure he’d be passionate with you too, but he’ll show you in his own little ways. For example, writing songs about you for bts’ new comeback, getting you your favorite foods and drinks when you both have had a long day...he just loves you so much. I can see you, and sope being the three musketeers of bts, you three would do SO much together. Yoongi can be a silly and goofy person as we’ve seen, but only certain people can drawl that aspect out of him, so you and hobi would do SOO well at making him feel comfortable to let loose and have fun~! I can see you and hobi goofing around at the studio with each other and Yoongi would shake his head and act unimpressed, but we all see right through him and he truly adores you in that state~! Yoongi would also think it’s super adorable how flustered and shy you get when he gets touchy with you 👀💜. Just a very cute and wholesome relationship~! 🥰

Ateez

Seonghwa 🥳

You love when your partner takes control? You don’t need to tell Seonghwa twice! The boy would LOVE to take care of you and take the lead in the relationship. I think he’s also naturally dominate, so it would be no problem for him~! I can see you two going on cute coffee dates to local cafè shops close by. Seonghwa would absolutely adore how excited you are about coffee~! He would also think it’s hella attractive that you’re a dancer 👀. He LOOOOVES to watch you dance for himself maybe he would create a dance for only you two to perform. Your legs and lips are how absolute favorite physical traits of yours. Seonghwa would always have a hand on your leg or knee whenever you guys are sitting down. And if you’d let him, Seonghwa would kiss you all day long~! He just loves the feeling of your soft lips against his 💜. Seonghwa also adores how happy and cheerful you are. Especially on hard long days full of practices and performances, your cheerful and loving nature always makes him feel better and soooo much more relaxed. I can see both of you mothering the other members too~! He appreciates you taking care of him at times, but he’s also take opportunities to take care of you too~! Overall a very sweet and loving relationship~! ❤️‍🔥

Again, I am very sorry for the long ass wait 🥺. I hope you enjoy your ships love~! Stay happy and healthy~! 🤗💜

[whimsywit]

red velvet cupcake please!~~~

i know this is a hard request and i’m sorry if i’m challenging your mind here ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

i don’t have any specific character in mind, i’m also sorry for that! you can choose one if the class is way too much (i totally understand)

so the reader is from the Taishō period, (around the time demon slayer takes place) and suddenly gets teleported into the class-1A dorm common room! full yukata and everything! they’re so confused and it would be hilarious reading the class trying to explain new tech or quirks!

i totally get if you decline this, thanks anyway!

before we get started tysm for being patient!! this one was definitely a head scratcher since i dont know anything about demon slayer nor the taisho period so it took me a while to get around to 😅

but hey this blog is all about challenging my skills right? so let’s just jump into it yall

it was an average high-school hum-drum day (which is admittedly a rare occurrence for 1A lmao) then BOOM, flashing of light, warping temporal sounds, all that marvel shit *cue the avengers theme*

you popped up in the middle of the room on denki’s desk who’d already ran to the corner of the room for cover deep in the middle of your daily practice of meditating and breathing, eyes closed and whatnot, so you don’t immediately realized what had happened

everyone’s a bit perplexed to say the least, their initial thoughts were that training in another class went haywire and ended you up here

but then why’ve they never seen you in school before? and what’s with your old timey clothes??

bakugo: “WOULD SOMEONE GET THIS EXTRA OUTTA OUR ROOM”

tenya: “excuse me, but could you please return to your class! you’re interrupting our essential study time!”

you finally open your eyes

you scream

he screams

everyone screams

we all scream for ice cre— okay 😂😂

who are these people!! are they part of some weird village or clan? that’d explain the matching clothes, but not why they’re so strange!! and SHORT!! WHY ARE YOU ON A TABLE!!!!!

you fall off the table asbhskwahs

people try asking you questions like who’s your teacher and what year you are, but you can’t answer any of them, and they know something isn’t right

sero, being the movie buff he is, has seen this scenario play out many a time on screen, and asks you what year it is

is it... not 1918....

he shows you some numbers on his bright box thingy and...... huh

you run to a calendar hanging on the wall and oh my god this can’t be real

toru: “no, come on guys this is a classic prank! it’s gotta be!”

ojiro: “or villains have managed to infiltrate the school somehow” as he prepares his tail to strike (and gets in front of her *coughs in ship*)

shoto: “out of everything we’ve had to deal with you think THIS is an attempt to attack the school?”

what the fuck do they mean by villains wait—

now youre 100000x more afraid than before, honestly shaking from all the new information and stimulus thrown at you

they see your demeanor and your genuine insistence that no, you don’t know where you are or how you got here or what’s happening

tsuyu already hopped off to bring back aizawa from the teacher’s lounge

>takes one look at the situation

>immediately uses his eyedrops

by far one of the weirdest things to happen in ua but not the most dangerous so i mean ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

nezu and the rest of the teachers are made aware and decide to keep your situation under wraps, alerting only the authorities and nearby scientists to hopefully bring you back home

but for now, since the class already knows, you have to stay in the dorms and just wait for progress to be made on your situation

but there’s no better company to keep you occupied, that’s for sure :DD

izuku’s s o fucking stressed, already thinking and worrying about the ramifications of you being here and the effects it’ll have on the timeline

aoyama’s just asking if you’ve ever had cheese before 🥴

you can’t help but be exposed to all the new technology and human evolutions so everyone just kinda stops trying at some point

ochako and kirishima get a huuuuge kick out of seeing you interact with everything

movies and cameras exist in your time, sure, but there’s no way you’d know they’d end up so small, and there’s so MANY all at once!! and in COLOR like????

it’s actually v cute seeing you play with touchscreens and just swish it back n forth ûwû

WAIT OML THE HUMAN EVOLUTION EVERYONE HAS POWERS NOW

that was the biggest culture shock by far, not even the most insane of people from your time could have predicted that

in the back of your mind you can’t help but think of everyone as monsters or demons or other spirits (especially people like mina and shoji and tokoyami, you tend to stay far away from them just for mental health sake)

but everyone is very accommodating and tries to use quirks as little as possible around you!

of course momo and tenya are familiar with the details of the taisho period right away, history buffs as they are, and are best at assimilating you with their knowledge of your time

momo actually discusses traditional teas and shares them with you on the daily, it’s a very comforting experience for the both of you 😌

you’d think you’d end up closest to her but her lack of shame surrounding nudity just immediately puts you off hhskhsjwgs

welp that ship’s sailed 😅

people have actually gotten so much more crude, and you always turn your nose up at bakugo’s loudness and m*neta’s perversion

lots of areas of discomfort for you, but it’s an uncomfortable situation

you’ve been transported a thousand years into the future ofc there’s gonna be some hiccups <.<

despite how odd everything is and how much you miss family and friends, it’s hard for you to feel lonely

koda let’s you pet his rabbit to ease your nerves (he’s so quiet and relatively normal, you probably hang around him the most, it’s one of the least stressful options lol)

sato learns taisho era food recipes while jiro pulls up some traditional music to make you feel more at home <3

everyone’s so nice and considerate, and a lot more affectionate than was the norm in the your period, which isnt a bad thing!

you’ve only known these people for a short time, yet you’ve never felt so cared for

well, the experience will definitely leave a.... lasting.... impact, but you know you won’t be able to help missing them whenever you end up going back!

[espinosaurusrexex]

Practice

In which Todd offers Y/N to practice kissing with him.

warnings: none, actually

a/n: I can’t tell you guys enough how thankful I am for your patience! You are so awesome and I love every single one of you. This is a little something I wrote, because I felt like it. I will be writing your requests now and hope to have some ready to post, soon.

Please roast me, I feel like I’m really bad at romantic scenes! Enjoy!

word count: 1.6k

They were outside, leaning on the reilling of Todd's balcony and watching over the city lights slowly fading in the distance as they talked the night away. Todd and Y/N had been friends for a fair amount of time. Meeting through a mutual friend, they hit it off quite well from the start. They shared the same interests and hobbies, liked the same music and even the same weird foods. But as mentioned before, they were just friends. Nothing more than that. Well, at least that's what Y/N thought. Todd, on the other hand, caught himself staring at his friend for a little too long sometimes. He didn't mind, though. Just enjoying and appreciating the time he could spend with her, he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the amazing friendship they had.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if my soulmate is out there at this very moment, looking at the city and thinking of me…” Y/N trailed off.

At her words, Todd felt his heart being stung by a little needle. So tiny, that it shouldn't even bother him, but it did. Y/N had always been a hopeless romantic, forcing him to watch every cheesy movie out there and dragging him to bookstores to buy the next novel she could bury her nose in for the following week.

“I wonder how it works, the whole soulmate thing, I mean…” Todd chuckled at her comment. Only Y/N could believe in something without even having an own theory about its functions.

“Well, how do you know that soulmates even exist?” he urged, nudging his friend with his shoulder and watching as she tumbled to the side. 

Y/N gasped. Placing her hand over her heart to exaggerate the hurt she was feeling.

“How dare you, Smithy. Soulmates are as real as the air we’re breathing. Thank you very much.” She shook her head in disbelief and continued to look over the roofs of the neighborhood buildings. Her face was glowing in the blue light, the moon and city lights threw at the pair. 

“I think, if soulmates were to exist-” he earned a glare from Y/N as he proposed his doubt on her beliefs, “-I mean, I guess… you just know when you meet them.”

Todd really tried to hide his expressions with his response. If he was being honest, he could exactly tell her how it felt to find one's soulmate. He knew, because he had already met his. At least he liked to believe that the feelings he would get around Y/N, were as close to that feeling as it gets. And seeing that she apparently did not feel the same toward him, made the tiny needle in his heart grow infinitely big.

She turned to Todd with a blank expression before asking, “What if they dont like me? What if the plan the universe has for two people doesn't work out between them?” Her face had turned a pale color and Todd slowly sneaked his arm around her shoulders to squeeze her towards him a little.

“I think anybody, who is lucky enough to have you as their soulmate, wouldn't complain in any way. You are amazing, Y/N.” A blush cept on her cheeks as she hoped that her soulmate would be as sweet and caring as her friend.

“I hope you're right, Toddy. They will just have to get used to the fact that I have flaws, just as being a bad kisser… or my lack of talent for musical instruments.” Y/N chuckled and buried her nose deeper in Todds shoulder.

A funny thought shot through the dark haireds head. He wanted it to be gone as soon as it had come but it just got stuck in his mind and occupied his thoughts until Y/N pulled him out of his silent monologue.

“What's up with you?” Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she trained them on his while still clutching to his shoulder like a small animal. A strike of confidence hit him and he opened his mouth almost automatically.

“I mean… I'm here if you want to practice.” Todd joked but got choked up as soon as he saw his friend sexpression change. Goosebumps crept not only on her arms but on his too. They trailed their way up his neck and down his spine making him feel all tingly inside. He didn't know this sudden boldness which had overcome him like a wave crashing on his shore of willpower, that wanted him to be as subtle as possible towards Y/N. 

“Would you really…?” The girl turned silent for a moment. Never in a million years would she have thought about kissing her best friend on top of LA, surrounded by the light summer breeze and the sound of cars speeding down the highway in the distance. She watched Todd as he let his head hang low. The sudden wave of confidence seemed to vanish with every second Y/N was staring him down, expecting an answer. An answer, he wanted to elaborate so desperately, but he was too shy to commit to his feelings. 

She didn't know why, but tonight she felt drawn towards Todd. And the fact that he looked so vulnerable and small right now, made her urge to hold and love him so much stronger. She stepped forward, holding her hand out to him and squeezing his fingers tight as soon as he got a hold of her. Todd almost mechanically pulled her into his chest, resting his head in the crook of her neck and taking in the smell of her hair. They stood there for what felt like hours and if you'd have asked either one of them, they wouldn't mind holding each other a little longer. This hug was more than just comforting. It was a way of saying how much they meant to each other, even if two different messages were passed at this moment. 

Y/N pulled away to look at her friend. He smiled and chuckled once he remembered why they had gotten into this situation in the first place. 

“The offer is still on the table”, Todd rushed with the last bit of confidence flooding through him. He leaned back with a cocky grin and opened his arms to exaggerate the idea he was proposing. And Y/N? She didn't even think about how weird this might be afterwards. She was genuinely concerned about her kissing abilities and the way they could possibly blow the first meeting with her soulmate. So she accepted, jumping into his arms and laughing suggestively. 

“I mean, sure…” Todds heart was racing. The least thing he was expecting from this night was, to be standing here, kissing his long time crush in a romantic setting just as the one they found themselves in right now.

He leaned forward in an attempt to show her how ready he was. Closing his eyes, he waited for hers to finally come close to his and fill the emptiness, he had felt ever since meeting her. Y/N did the same until she felt the slightly chapped skin against her smooth lips. She tried moving her lips in a rhythm that fit his and found herself quite pleased when the thing she was doing didn't feel as bad as it used to. They pulled apart.

“Okay… So that wasn't too bad.” The corner of a smile snugg on his face as he tried to hide the fireworks in his stomach. He couldn't even process the thing that had just happened when Y/N spoke again.

“Can we try frenching? But don't laugh at me…” She inspected the floor before Todd placed his fingers under her chin and propped his mouth on top of hers again. They seemed so casual and the boy almost couldn't believe that he was kissing his best friend right now. It felt as though they had never done anything else. 

They kissed for a while. After a couple of seconds, Todd traced his tongue along her lower lip, asking for entrance and Y/N granted. His heart skipped a beat as he explored the velvet walls of her mouth, encouraging her to use her tongue as well. She did. And now Todd knew why she had been so hesitant about it. The kiss really wasn't that great, but knowing that he would be able to “practice” with her until it was good, made it better. 

Y/N pulled away again, hiding her face in her hands as she noticed that Todd was not enjoying it. He chuckled at the girl in front of him and pulled her fingers away from her face to reveal her swollen lips.

“Hey, hey.” he caressed her cheek with his thumbs and pulled her closer to him again “It's alright, it wasn't too bad.” Lying wasn’t his strong suit and right now, even a deaf person could have told that he was. And knowing that Y/N could totally tell how bad she was herself didn't exactly make it better.

“Well, teach me!” Her hands flung in the air in frustration and Todd didn't hesitate to kiss her again.

“Here”, he whispered kissing her cheek, “Try to copy me.”

The brunette slid his tongue inside her mouth again, applying pressure to hers and pulling it back again. Y/N was fairly good at copying him. They practiced for a while until she had gotten the hang of it and they could finally enjoy the kiss they were sharing for more than a minute now.

“Woah.” Y/N was speechless. She watched as her friend tried to gain his composure again and began to wonder, if she ever noticed how attractive his hair looked in the wind. He had a smile plastered over his whole face and she felt a pleasant warmth traveling through her body.

All of a sudden Todd noticed a far stronger attraction towards Y/N. Her hair seemed to smell even better than it already did. Her skin was glowing in a very appealing way and her eyes had seeked his with a message buried deep within her colored orbs. And that's when he knew it for sure: He did not only crush on Y/N, he had fallen in Love.

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beginning of may ― b.b.h [tw!]

losing you is hard, but baekhyun knows ― you’re finally free from every pain and burden you’ve been carrying, and it is enough reason to continue with his life with a smile. a smile that you gave him.

characters: baekhyun and female reader genre: angst, slice of life word count: 2.6k warnings: major character death, mentions of: nicotine addiction, self harm, and suicide. ― note: most of the time, people write as an escape from their real life. and i am one of those people. please take the warnings seriously. i know it is some major, extremely triggering warnings, so please, if you couldn’t take it, do not read this fic. ― disclaimer: i am in no way romanticizing, glorifying, and normalizing all the warnings above. this piece is written for everyone who ever loses someone precious to their life. please stay the strongest, every storm will pass, eventually. for everyone who is struggling, please do not be afraid to seek help, either from friends or professionals. you might think your life didn’t matter, but always remember that you will never be alone and you are loved.

Baekhyun woke up at the feeling of a tongue being pressed against his cheeks; licking around the juncture of his nose. It was hard to open his eyes as he felt the drying tears stuck in between his lashes. He doesn’t remember the last time he didn’t go to sleep without tears in his eyes, neither he remembered when was the last time he woke up to your warmth. Today, as many other days before, he woke up with only An―the cat he rescued all those years ago―by his side. 

“Okay, okay, stop, I’ll wake up now.” Baekhyun said as he placed his hand atop of An’s head, slowly scratching the back of her ear. When he was finally able to open his eyes, the whiteness of An’s furr and the brown eyes of hers filled his vision. He smiles, a genuine one. 

Getting up isn’t hard, he did it for twenty nine years already, but today is different. It always was different every time he woke up a week before his birthday ever since you were no longer by his side. Today is the beginning of May, a day he will always treasure, because he knows, the first day of May is the month where you feel the happiest. 

With a smile on his face, Baekhyun finally gets up to do his morning routine. Today is slower than his usual day, after all, he took the day off from his nine-to-five job. Because today is your day, and he will do everything to make it as special as it could be.

Baekhyun starts off by washing up, getting himself ready for the day. He couldn’t help but to notice how empty his bathroom is now, there are no longer traces of you, only your pink toothbrush stays in the mug together with his. The sight of your toothbrush able to make him form a smile. He remembered the first time you bought it, proudly showing him the couple toothbrush his strawberry patterns all over its handle; the only difference was, his is in blue. His mind wandered to all those days where you stood in front of the faucet, your short pink hair with black roots that he admires so much, formed into a bird's nest after a night's sleep. 

Your body wash is no longer present in the bathroom, he had thrown it a long time ago as it already expired. The only remembrance of your scent is the vanilla scented shampoo he still purchases for himself. Memories of the both of you laughing together in the bathroom flashes through his mind, how you always playfully style his shampooed hair into a punk-rock style, how he press gentle kisses around the skin of your back. 

When Baekhyun finishes with his shower, he walks to the kitchen, passing the balcony of the living room of his apartment. Nothing changes there, the white translucent curtains are still hanging, the round table with an ashtray on top of it is still there. The only difference was the lack of your presence. He decides to take a walk towards the balcony after he places the food for An, stepping outside to let the warm breeze of spring hit his skin. There’s a sense of familiarity when he looks around to find a pot of faux orchid flowers resting at the corner of the balcony, of course, it was your doing. 

The ashtray that you used to snub your cigarettes is clean from its residue, having the owner no longer use it. Baekhyun traces the edge of the ashtray with his fingertips, remembering how happy you were when he gave you the pink ashtray as a present. 

“You know, you’re going to ruin every bottle we could recycle because you decided to make it as a makeshift ashtray.” Baekhyun deadpanned, receiving him a series of laughter from you. 

“I don’t care enough to buy myself an ashtray.” 

Baekhyun shook his head, for an avid smoker like you, you really were careless. He let his eyes wander to your figure, seated nicely with both of your legs up, looking as tiny as ever. The light of the balcony accentuated the pinkness of your hair. You looked beautiful, with your eyes reflecting the glimmering lights from the city, a stick of cigarette between your fingers, and smoke coming out from your mouth. For Baekhyun, looking at you like this brought him a feeling of contentment. Because he knew, you’re most comfortable when you are smoking. 

“You know,” Baekhyun starts, still looking at you as if you’re his most prized present, “I never ask you how does smoking feel.”

You turned his head to look at him, dropping the used cigarette inside the bottle you used as an ashtray. “It feels calming,” you slowly start, voice ever so soft as you take another stick from the pack, “like every problem in my life is gone, and it makes me think clearer.” Continues you after you light up the new cigarette. 

“Ironically, I know smoking is bad. It destroys my body in ways I dont understand and refuse to acknowledge, but the taste of nicotine in my mouth enables me to forget about everything. I always feel like I couldn’t function whenever I didn’t smoke. And in a way, it is the most calming method of harming myself.” 

The first time Baekhyun learned that you were an avid smoker, every fiber of his body wanted you to stop. He still does up until this very moment, but he knew you. He understood you, and if smoking is the only way for you to be able to feel peace, Baekhyun would never want to be the one who took it away from you. With a smile―a tight one―Baekhyun places a pink ashtray on the table, gaining your attention. 

“I see. Here’s a little present so we could still recycle the bottles we have.” 

You smiled at that, right away pressing the burned side of your cigarette in the ashtray to jump and hug him, telling him how grateful you are for him, “I love you, so much.”. With vanilla and a hint of nicotine smell filled his nose, Baekhyun hugged you back. Ever so tightly, because he never wants to let go. 

For the first time of the day, his smiles sadly. Because at the end of the day, even nicotine was unable to save you from all the pain you’ve dealt with.

Today is a good day, the sun shines ever so brightly and it becomes Baekhyun’s companion as he walks inside the cemetery. His hands are full, with one hand holding a bouquet of your favorite, and the other carrying a bag filled with your favorite food and a cake. Baekhyun memorized the way to your resting place, having to visit you for way too many times for him to count. 

Once he arrives at where you are resting, he places the bag down on the floor, taking a key from his pocket to open the glass that keeps your ashes safe. There’s a framed picture of you in it, you were smiling so happily that it made Baekhyun’s heart churns in pain. Of course, he remembers what happened in the picture; he was the one who took it when the both of you visited a strawberry farm. The last trip that you went with him before everything went south. He knows, in the full version of the picture you were holding a basket of freshly picked strawberries and the other was holding his hand. 

You looked so happy in the picture, the pink beret you wore matched the washed out color of your hair, eyes crinkled into crescent moons. Beautiful, was the word he muttered after he took the picture. Because you are, always will, be beautiful in his eyes. Despite your permanent wounds, your emptiness.. nobody will ever be as beautiful as you when you looked the most carefree in Baekhyun’s eyes. 

Baekhyun places the bouquet he brought inside the glass box, replacing the old one. The pink orchid flowers complimented your hair in the picture, after all, pink was your color. After he is done, he takes a box from inside the bag, opening it to reveal a slice of your favorite red velvet cake. There’s a candle stuck on the center of it, in which he lit up with a lighter he bought earlier. 

“Happy birthday, princess.” Baekhyun says as he closes his eyes, making his prayer before he blow off the fire.

The start of May is your day. It is a day that Baekhyun treasures, because it is the day where you were born, and the day where you finally reached peace. The day where you are finally able to be happy, without any pain and burden to carry. 

“Today, you are officially twenty-six. But it doesn’t matter, because today is the third year you are finally able to be at peace. It was hard at first, that I don’t see you anymore. You should know that your annoying stash of pink hair dye is still inside the cabinet of our bathroom, I bet it’s expired now though.” Baekhyun shook his head, then he smiles, a genuine one with happiness and contentness. “I’m living well, in fact, I just got promoted. If you were here, you would squeak so hard in happiness and my ears will definitely bleed at it, huh?” In the beginning of May after you reached your peace, Baekhyun stood in front of your ashes. Filling you in about his life journey, how everything hasn’t been the same yet everything is finally okay. 

Hours passed, the cake and food Baekhyun brought with him all finished alongside the story of his journey. With a final look, he smiles once again. “I miss you, though. Every single day I missed you. Though, I am happy. So happy that you’re finally free from all the pain you’ve been carrying. And I know you’re still here, inside my heart. ‘Till we meet again, princess. I love you, always.”

"Baekhyun? Hey." You nervously run your fingers to the messy tangle of your hair, pushing it back making the natural color of your hair show. "This is so awkward, I apologize for doing this.. I know I must be the worst person ever to do this. At first, I didn't plan to leave you a video message like this, but I realized it would be way too unfair if I didn't." With a sigh, you paused.

"Baekhyun. Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun. Baekhyunnie. Hyunnie. Hyun. Baek. Ah, your name sounds so beautiful that I know I will miss calling it. Remember that one time you got so annoyed at me for repeatedly calling your name without any purpose at all? Yeah, I do remember." A soft, yet sad chuckle left your lips. "I remember you tackled me to our bed to tickle me until I couldn't breathe, you're so mean for that!"

Your mouth was parted for a good minute, not being able to say the words you needed to say. But with a smile that was sadder than the previous one, and your eyes gleaming with fresh tears, you continued. "Being with you... I feel every sort of thing that I didn't know I would be able to feel. The love you made me feel is so beautiful to me, Baekhyun. Because you don't only love me for the good in me, you learned, you tried your hardest to understand all of my flaws, all of my scars, all of the things I hate about myself.. and it is beautiful. The times we spent together are the reasons why I manage to survive to this day. You taught me so many things in life, you showed me the light I never thought I am able to see. I appreciate all of that."

A choked out sob escaped from your mouth, making you exhale for a brief minute.

"Baekhyun. I love you, I love you so much. There is nothing I love more on this earth except you. I don't only love you for the love you give me, but I love you for the littlest things. Like how your lips stretched into a lopsided smile after you teased me, how your laughter sounded so breathless, how even though you have the worst haircut you are still able to pull it off. Then to your amazing personality. Your kindness to people, the way you are never arrogant and always humble nonetheless how successful you are. How loyal you are to your friends, and how you always remember your roots. I love all of them."

On the screen, you were now fully sobbing. Tears running down your face and breathing seemed hard. "Please," you whimpered as you clutch your own chest, "please forgive me for leaving you. For not being brave enough to go pass through the storm that continuously hit me."

You stopped yourself, trying your best to even out your breathing, and once you were done, you looked at the screen again. Now with a smile that no longer looks sad or painful, but a smile that makes you look ever so beautiful. "But, Baekhyun.. This decision that I made.. believe me, it is for the best. I want you to trust me, that I will be okay. Free from everything that chained me and hurt me. Please don't beat yourself over my decision, because it is not your fault. Sometimes, the pain is too much to bear, and I want to be at peace. Regretfully, this is the only way."

With a shaky hand, you placed a kiss on your index and middle fingers before pressing it right where the camera was located. "I love you, Byun Baekhyun. Please don't ever change, please don't ever lose your light. Live the hardest, because even though I am too far away to reach, I will always be by your side. Thrive, Baekhyun. That is my last wish for you. Once again, I love you. And this is not goodbye, because one day, in another lifetime, in another universe, we will meet again.. when that time comes, I hope you will welcome me with the tightest hug and a kiss that leaves me breathless. At last, thank you. For loving me, guiding me, being in my life. Being able to spend my years with you isis the most wonderful gift I will ever receive. I love you, Byun Baekhyun, until the day I stop breathing. Always, and forever."

additional note: +  the beginning of may = 1 may = my birthday + “an” is a part of my real name, yes, i want to be a cat +  the strawberry patterned toothbrushes are the ones i used, pink for me and blue for my brother +  my favorite color is pink, and i have a pink beret that match with my hair color (obviously, pink) +  plastic bottle as a makeshift ashtray is something that i always use, then my boss gifted me a pink ashtray +  i have boxes of pink hair dye and i know my mom would never throw it away even though its expired and im no longer around

whoever you are, wherever you are, i know some days are hard, and some days are too rough to handle. it’s okay to be vulnerable, you’re only human and vulnerability is not a weakness. but please! always remember to reach your hands out to people to ask for help, because i am sure somebody will take your hand to help you.

be brave. be fearless. make the impossible, possible.

thank you for reading this piece, stay strong, whoever you are.

[lancetuckershairgel]

Countdown

Part of the Phone Sex Series

Phone Sex

Wrecking Ball

Punished

Switch

Jealousy

Birthday Surprise

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2180

Warnings: real person fic, BDSM, established d/s relationship, spanking, dirty talk, Sebastian speaking filth in Romanian, teasing, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, multiple orgasm

Tag List: @southernbell91 @marvelgirl7 @jobean12-blog @anxiousamandapanda @loricameback @louisianaspell @cchellacat @book-dragon-13 @marvelandotherfandomimagines @randomfandompenguin

"I'm an old man, baby" Sebastian chuckled when you had asked him if he wanted to do anything for New Years Eve. "Let's just stay home and have our own party" 

You tried to argue that thirty seven wasnt that old but Sebastian's mind was made up. The two of you were to stay home, but little did you know that Sebastian had a plan to have a very exciting evening. 

The morning of December thirty first your eyes fluttered open and a soft gasp left your lips. Sebastian was between you legs and already having his morning dessert, lapping at your pussy hungrily.  Your hand moved to lazily tangle in his hair, giving what you could grasp a tug in effort to urge him on. He sucked against your swollen nub, flicking his tongue over the sensitive head as his fingers moved to push into your hole. A comment about how wet you were went unheard as you arched your hips into his touch. He lifted himself to his knees and bent your legs back, his mouth still latched onto your pussy as you moaned out his name. 

"You're too good at this, Seb!" You gasped out "I'm gonna..I'm close...dont stop"

"Not yet, baby" 

Sebastian pulled away, hovering over your body with a smirk upon his wet lips. You whined at the loss of his mouth and looked up at him with a pout. 

"Tease."

"Oh good, you figured out the theme for today" 

He grinned, moving your arms to pin them above your head before lowering to take your mouth into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on him and moaned, his tongue finding it's way inside your mouth to give you more of the flavor. As his erect cock slid along your pussy you shifted your hips in an attempt to have him enter you but he just hooked your leg with his, pinning you to the mattress. 

"You're going to abide by my rules today, understood?" 

"Ohh, is daddy feeling dominant today?" 

Your teasing remark was met with the sharp thrust of his cock entering your pussy, bottoming out and stilling until Sebastian willed himself to move. The walls of your pussy squeezed around him, begging for more. He laid still inside of you as he continued to kiss your lips and softly. You whined, attempting to roll your hips but his weight held you taught. 

"Don't make me punish you." He murmured, lips soft as a feather as he lightly brushed them over your collar bone. 

"I need you" you whimpered out

With a low growl he began to fuck you, slow and deep so that you felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open. He held you against the bed, taking his time, ignoring your pleading as he took his pleasure. When he began to speed up his thrusts you cried out, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot straight on and you leaked juices around him as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your belly. He buried his face in your neck, his hips snapping in quick and sharp motion. 

"Oh God, Sebastian! It feels so good. Harder!"

His hand clamped over your mouth to silence your commands. This wasn't about you, this was about him taking his pleasure and leaving you a mess for the rest of the morning. 

"Dont you dare fucking cum" he ordered in your ear as he began to relentlessly pound into you 

You now knew his goal and your pussy gushed even more upon the realization that you would spend the entire day being teased and tortured, another one of his games that you both loved and hated to play. 

You could do nothing but lay under him as his cock greedily slid in and out of you, his moans and Romanian swears causing you to begin the inward battle to resist having an orgasm. You closed your eyes tight and tried your best to think of anything else besides the large clock's punishing thrusts, or the muscular body holding you down, or the heavy hand still pressed over your mouth, or the scent of expensive cologne and last nights cigarette wafting off or your lover. It was too much, your pussy seized around him as you began to tip over the edge. 

"No!" Sebastian growled, pulling out quickly before your orgasm could come full circle

He flipped you over onto your stomach and began slapping your ass, surely leaving handprints. You squealed under the blows your aching pussy leaking its juice down onto the sheets with every strike of his hand. As he spanked you he stroked his cock, the animalistic grunts and growls he was making almost sending you over the edge again. He came, hot streams of cum falling onto your red ass as you panted. As he finished, Sebastian slid his cock between your ass cheeks and dipping the head into your neglected hole just to tease you more. You shivered as he peppered between your shoulder blades with light kisses, his panting breath hot on your skin. 

 The entire day was spent having Sebastian relentlessly teasing you, keeping you on edge of orgasm any chance he got, only to deny your release with a grin. While the two of you made breakfast he kissed your neck, whispering the filthiest Romanian in your ear that made you squeeze your legs together and squirm. You let out a sigh of relief when it was time for the morning run,  meaning he'd be too busy to torment you but being the masochist that you are you put in your headphones in and turned on the playlist of songs the two of you had made for the bedroom. Even at the grocery store Sebastian made sure to tease you. In an empty aisle he pushed you against the shelf, sliding his hand inside your yoga pants to rub your clit with his fingers as he kissed you. When he pulled away you caused after his lips, wanting more of his taste. He just chuckled as he picked up a bag of corn chips, tossing them into the basket. 

"Asshole." You muttered, the heat between your legs driving you mad

That night Sebastian had you splayed out on the bed, hands tied to the headboard  with velvet ropes and a black ball gag was pushed between your lips. You laid waiting for Sebastian to come in and finish his plan for you, your pussy soaking through  your black lace panties as you tried to press against the Hitachi he had strapped with bobdage tape against your thigh. He left it turned off just to fuck with you and went diwnstajd to get the champagne. It was ten thirty, you noted the time as you turned your head to the clock on the nightstand. The sound of the door clicking open made your oussy clench, knowing that your boyfriend was entering. Holding two glasses of champagne and a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, Sebastian made his way over to stand next to the bed and look down at you with a smirk. 

"Comfortable, baby?"

"Fuck you." You grumbled behind your gag, eyes playfully gleaming up at him

"Oh what was that, Prinţesă? You're not being mouthy are you?" 

You shook your head and he smiled softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He pulled the gag out of your mouth and dropped it to hang against your neck before he ran his fingertips over cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. 

"Want some champagne?" He asked

"Before midnight?!" You gasped in mock offense 

"Yeah. I have a feeling you're going to be quite busy at midnight"

Sebastian's hand trailed down your body and inside the hem of your panties, pushing between the vibrator and your mind until he found your clit. 

"Incă atât de umed pentru mine" 

His words sent a shiver down your spine and you mewled beneath him. You hardly ever knew what he was saying when he spoke his native language but it sounded so incredibly hot that you didn't care. 

"Wh-what?"

"Dont worry about it" He chuckled, rubbing his fingers in a circular motion over your clit  "I could read you my grocery list and you'd cum, wouldn't you, Prinţesă?" 

"Probably,  yeah" you shuddered unashamed 

"Asta e curva mea"  That's my whore

You knew what that meant and you nearly came then and there but he quickly removed his hand and placed his slick fingers against your lips. You placed your mouth on them and sucked him clean, eyes rolling back at the taste of your own arousal. When he removed his fingers, he picked up one of the champagne glasses and took a sip, leaning down to press his lips against yours allowing the alcohol to pour from his mouth into yours. You swallowed, eyes filled with fiery lust, hungry for more.  He repeated the action, giving you another drink, then held one of strawberries up to your mouth and smiled as you took a bite. He fed you champagne and strawberries until the first glass was empty. He picked up the second glass and took a sip, swallowing as he looked at his watch. Grinning and without warning he switched on the vibrator onto the lowest setting. He then stripped himself of his clothes and laid down beside you and replaced the ball gag. For the next forty five minutes Sebastian made you edge close to orgasm as he played with your breasts and spoke the filthiest words in your ear as his other hand tangled in your hair. 

"Don't you dare fucking cum" he would growl when you got close 

When you thought that you couldn't take anymore Sebastian checked his watch again before he sat up and laid your panties to the side, causing the head of the Hitachi wand to press directly against your ready clit, still on low. 

"Its 11:58 and some odd seconds. At 11:59, I'm going to turn it all the way on high. If you cum before midnight, January won't be a fun month, mă înțelegi?"

"I..I understand" you panted, fingers gripping the headboard tightly as you prepared yourself 

"Fata buna" Good girl

Sebastian watched his clock count the seconds and then right on the minute mark, turned the vibrator on high,  causing you to shriek. It was too much, too high against your overly sensitive clit and it almost burned. There was no way you would be able to cum not like this. Sebastian waited until there was thirty seconds left in the year and wrapped his hand around your throats applying pressure. He hovered over you, his face inches from yours as he began to speak again. 

"Tine-l copil" That's it, baby

"nu cum încă" don't cum yet

"asta este fata mea bună" that's my good girl 

"dracu 'ești atât de frumoasă" you're so fucking beautiful

"curva mea murdară" my dirty little whore 

"ai face orice pentru mine nu-i așa?" You would do anything for me, wouldnt you?

"da, ai vrea." yes, you would

"esti gata, draga mea?" Are you ready, darling? 

"zece" ten

"nouă" nine

"opt" eight

"asta este fata mea bună" that's my good girl

"Șapte" seven

"şase" six

"poți să o faci" you can do it 

"cinci" five

"haide, suntem aproape acolo" come on baby, were almost there

"patru" four

"Trei" three

"Două" two

"unu" one

"cum pentru mine!" Cum for me

Sebastian inserted two of his fingers inside of you and began to thrust them in and out hard as you came, soaking the entire bed and his arm with your cum. Everything went white and you felt as if you had flown off the bed and was floating in space as your orgasm ripped through you, the vibrations from the sky unrelenting as it took what Sebastian wanted. Your pussy gripped his fingers tight as he pressed them against your gspot, more of your juices flowing from you. Your stomach muscles seized, your breath hitched mid orgasm and you didn't breathe again until he had removed his hand from you and switched off the vibrator. You collapsed against the bed in a heap of sweat and exhaustion, your calf muscles twitching and your eyes still seeing sparks. 

"F-f-fuck me, Sebastian!"  You managed to gasp out "I need you" 

Sebastian needed not be told twice, within seconds he had the vibrstir and tape removed and he pushed his cock inside of you with a low groan, burying his face in your neck as he rocked against you, for how long you didn't know, all you knew is that you couldn't stop cumming. 

He kissed you as you rode the wave of your third, maybe fourth orgasm, clenching around his cock and milking him of his own. Holding you close. Sebastian stilled his movements and remained inside of you, continuing to plant soft kisses on your lips as you drifted off to sleep in his arms with a murmur. 

"I love you too, Prinţesă. Happy New Year."

[charliesradiodemon]

Hello! Been following for a bit now and love that lovely fic you've been working on to bits! Could you write Charlstor 25 and 36? Sorry if it's too many. I just really enjoy your writting!

(Hey there! Thank you so much for reading my fic you don’t know how much that means to me ❤️❤️❤️

So I wrote two VERY different stories and 36 contains blood. Like the focus of it is blood so if you’re not into that, I’m so sorry 😭 I put it as the second story so if you dont like blood you can choose to skip it! I would put it under read more but idk how to do that on mobile ^.^’ I hope you enjoy!)

25. As a “Yes”

(Think of this as maybe part of my Arranged AU fic but like way into the future? No guarantees tho since I just came up with this part. This is also the damn cheesiest thing I’ve ever written haha)

Charlie stood out on her balcony, staring out past the cityscape of Pentagram City with a content smile on her face.

Today marked her 50th anniversary being married to Alastor. The couple had spent the past 50 years still in love and still working in the hotel.

Business had been booming seeing how she managed to prove that souls can be redeemed and sent to Heaven for a better life. Cleanse rates were at an all time low, something Charlie vowed to get to zero some day.

Life was great, but it was even better having Alastor by her side. Day and night they worked well as a team. They were total opposites, which they worked to their advantages. It was perfect and Charlie couldn’t be happier with where she’s at.

Suddenly a familiar voice with two familiar arms wrapped around Charlie. “It sure is quiet, isn’t is?” Charlie chuckled. She’d gotten used to Alastor popping in and out of the room by now. And it only mildly irritated her when he popped her in and out of rooms when he missed her.

Charlie sighed and turned in Alastor’s embrace to face him. She put her arms around his neck and smiled. “Sure is. Maybe we should change that,”

Alastor took hold of his monocle and adjusted it until a slow old song played. “Then how about a dance?” To Charlie’s surprise, it was their wedding song. She happily nodded and they began to sway to the music with Charlie’s arms wrapped around Alastor’s neck and Alastor’s arms holding Charlie’s waist.

Charlie rested her face against Alastor’s chest and listened to his heart beat. It was quick and hard. Charlie looked up at Alastor and shot him a questioning look.

“Your heart’s beating fast, what’s wrong?’

“There’s nothing wrong. I just have had this realization in my head recently,” his large smile reflected his excitement. He paused their dance to rummage through his pocket. His face lit up when he found and pulled out a small velvet box. With wide eyes, Charlie’s gaze turned from the box to Alastor’s genuinely ecstatic face. “It’s been 50 years, but I don’t think I ever proposed to you properly,”

Then Charlie’s heart began to swell as she watched her husband get down on one knee. “Charlie my dearest, will you marry me again?”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she quickly went to wipe them away with the back of her hand. She chuckled and sniffed. “I don’t know why I’m crying, we’re already married,” she laughed.

Alastor caught her by the wrist and brought her hand down and away from her face. “Yes we are dear. But-“ he kissed her knuckes and looked back up to her tear-streaked face. “I want to do things properly. Now will you marry me me, Charlie Magne?”

Without hesitation she nodded and whispered “Yes. I’d marry you a thousand times over again.”

36. To Give up Control

(I’m not an NSFW writer so this might be rough- on all sorta levels. This does have BLOOD in it so if you don’t like that, I’m so sorry! I got this idea from a comic on Twitter

Neither were sure how they got in this position. One moment they were dancing in the center of the dance floor and now here they were, back up in Charlie’s room, almost fully dressed yet naked to each other’s desire.

Alastor would never admit how hungry he’d get. Not lustful hunger, but a hunger to see, feel and taste beautiful red crimson flowing from a living being. He got his fix easily in Hell with the easy pickings on the street. But this was new to him. He’d never shared his hunger with another individual before. It was never this intimate. And he wouldn’t have expected such a hunger coming from Charlie, but the both of them were fairly inebriated.

The room was dimly lit, but the red glow of Charlie’s eyes as she sat on top of him was clearly visible. He felt her sharpened fingernail drag across the skin of his throat, right over his pulse. The rush he felt when she leaned over and kissed over his right collarbone excited him. He felt like his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. His ragged breathing and grin full of anticipation made Charlie breathe a laugh, letting her hot breath tickle his neck. He was reveling in the adrenaline-filled anticipation and nearly cracked under the excitement.

And when she had enough teasing and sunk her teeth into that same area, he could’t help but unravel and groan with pleasure. The warm flow of blood trickled out of the wound and onto his chest. This new feeling was just as good if not better than relishing in someone else’s pain and blood.

When he looked back up at her to see his blood staining the pearly white skin around her mouth, he quickly sat up and turned over to pin her to the bed. Her dress slipped a bit down her chest, exposing the most skin he’d ever seen from her. The desire to mark and stain her pale skin in crimson nearly made him latch onto her skin then and there.

But he needed to hold back. Hold back and relish the moment for as long as he could. Hold back and build up the pleasure and pain. Hungrily he kissed her, eager to show his pleasure and taste his own blood on her lips. She kissed back just as eagerly as if she were inviting him to do the same to her. To satisfy his own animalistic hunger. When he pulled away, she tilted her head back to expose her neck to him. Inviting him in like no one’s ever done before.

Eagerly, Alastor began to trail kisses down the lovely demoness’ jaw, then neck where he paused over her pulse. He heard her breathe heavily and looked up to view her expression. The expression was just about the same as the look she gave him back at the ballroom.

That’s right, this started at the hotel’s social. What it was for, Alastor didn’t care at this point. What he cared about was how tantalizing Charlie looked with an off-the-shoulder dress. All of the skin from her neck to the area atop of her breasts were exposed and the urge to sink his teeth into her grew. He tried to restrain himself but a couple drinks in, both seemed to give in to the other with a simple kiss and the same desire.

With a deep chuckle he slowly lowered his lips onto the side of her neck and began to kiss then lick then suck at the area. This elicited a needy moan from Charlie’s lips. Her begging nearly made him give in. No one had ever begged him to make them bleed until Charlie. And he never knew how much it would excite him until now.

Alastor teased her by allowing his sharp teeth to graze her flesh, but never piercing. He relished in her whimpering cries. He savored in each noise and squirm she made.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Alastor finally sunk into her. Charlie groaned at the painful pleasure of it. The gush of blood was immediate and the high from the contact alone was exhilarating. Alastor retracted from the mark slightly to lap at the blood that gushed from the wound.

When he was satisfied, Alastor made his way back up to Charlie’s face and kissed her fully, making sure she got a good taste of her own blood.

Oh how he’d kill to do that again.

[sarsh82]

I'm gonna rant

Ok.... I haven't been in the Kpop fandom for an especially long time, only about 2 years. I started with BTS (roll your eyes, I know), then i got into other groups like Got7, BlackPink, Red Velvet, NCT, iKON, Monsta X, Stray Kids, Twice etc. You get the point. Anyway, back in June when Hanbin left iKON I was DEVASTATED. As my love for BTS kinda cooled off iKON swooped in and stole my heart and part of the reason for that was Hanbin. Hanbin is my bias and one of my favorite producers/songwriters. When he had to leave I saw a little name floating around.

Han Seo Hee.

I thought who is this girl? What does she know? How is she involved? Turns out she was the drug dealer and the "anonymous" informant for the police. But to my suprise, she had done this before! She had done the same thing to T.O.P in 2017.

With Hanbin's situation, I hated her. I hated how she was treating the case. She was being so immature about it, couldn't give the police enough details for her stories to work, was evasive, and tried to play the martyr card even though we could see through her act like it was a window. It was clear she saw the whole thing as a joke and not as the serious situation she was in and had put others in. She knew her parents would bail her out of any trouble, she knew she had an exit strategy and she didn't care who was left behind.

Now she's back again, and I'm thinking "damn bitch cant you take a break?!". Now she's saying that Wonho went to jail when he was a teenager and that Shownu had an affair with a married woman and honestly, I don't believe her.

Why should I believe a girl who is known for getting into other people's business, getting them in trouble, and then crying to her parents when someone says 'hey, this doesn't make sense'? Why should I believe a girl who is known to lie to make herself look good? Why should I believe a girl who causes a scene when things dont go her way? Why should I believe a 24 year old grown ass woman who treats these cases like middle school lunch yard gossip and not the career destroying, reputation ruining situations that they are?

Han Seo Hee pisses me off because she is clearly going out of her way to drag these people down. People who have worked their asses off to make it in an industry that is already taxing and stressful and for what??!! 5 minutes of negative attention??

Like honestly what is her goal here? What does she get out of this? Does she like having a bad reputation? Does she think she's cleansing the kpop industry by exposing artists? If so she needs to clean out her closet of its skeletons first. I just wanna know why she hasn't been arrested yet? How has NO ONE booked her in for drug possession? Slander? Libel? Who does she get her drugs from? Why aren't the police arresting THEM? I dont care if she's supposedly on parole, she clearly needs to be locked up in a fucking jail cell!

I honestly wish I could feel bad for her. But mainly I'm just confused. Like what happened in her life to make her like this? Why does she get such satisfaction out of seeing other people fall? Wasn't she taught as a child that what you say has consequences and once you say something you cant take it back? Like what the hell Seo Hee?

And a message for Seo Hee, not that she'll ever see this:

GROW UP

Take some accountability, get your fucking act together, and face the consequences of your dumb as fuck actions.

Rant over.

[urirealvibekiller]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ this is an idol life ship for @prinxessouo​ !! hey again <33 sorry this took a while !! hope you enjoy it nonetheless xx 

∘ ───♡༉─── ∘

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  entertainment label: 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  training years:

you trained for four years before debuting. you were that trainee that others thought of as a bit strange but they still loved you for it. a lot of people were probably intrigued by you, especially when you first joined the company. you were admired among your fellow trainees and hoobaes for creativity and your ability to be your unique self. 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  your group:

your group is a co-ed group and including you, there are three members. 

there is one male member and two female members in group. 

your group is one of the few co-ed groups in the k-pop industry that has been successful and active for a long time. 

people love that your group brings a fresh, different, and unique angle to k-pop music and performances. 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  your concept:

the general concept of your group is dark with a hint of sexiness and also some elements of the supernatural. 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  your position: 

you are the vocalist, and the face of the group. 

because of your creativity, you’re often the one who brainstorms and comes up with lots of ideas for the group. you’re often praised as the mastermind behind your group’s concepts. 

you’re also the most popular and recognized member of the group for your charisma on stage as well as your active and regular appearances on variety shows.  

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  your role(s):

you’re the maknae although the other two members are just a year older than you. 

you’re also the 4d member of the group and the fans adore your personality and weirdness. 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  closest idol group:

male group you’re closest to is monsta x !! naturally since you guys are from the same company, of course you would be really close. they’re really caring and fun seniors to your group and are incredibly supportive, always mentioning you or your group in their V-lives or promoting you guys on their social media. fans even joke that they promote you guys better than starship hahaha ! 

you guys also had a special stage collaboration at MAMA and the video got millions of views on YouTube. 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  idol best-friend: 

joy from red velvet !! 

you met on the show Get It Beauty and since then you guys have been inseparable friends. 

your friendship is adored by both fandoms and some people even ship you two together. 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  you’re their ideal type: 

wonwoo from seventeen !! 

he has shyly admitted in an interview once that you’re his ideal type and that he finds girls like you very attractive as well as interesting. 

members (especially seungkwan and jun) like to tease him about it sometimes by imitating your dance moves in front of him and he would be like “very funny stfu” 

youngjae from got7 !!

not only are you his ideal type but he’s also your biggest fan hahah! 

this boy is pretty open about his admiration and love for you. 

he often talk about how he would love to meet you awnn <3 

he is the master of doing cover dances of your group on variety shows, along with bam bam. 

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  your secret boyfriend: 

changkyun aka IM from monsta x !!

honestly dont even know why you guys keep your relationship a secret because like everyone can see it ? lmao 

the fans already ship you guys hard and they can definitely suspect something is going on; they honestly just need the confirmation

you guys have a best-friend relationship, very playful and fun yet you guys also have lots of interesting conversations together.

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  other activities: 

you’re a permanent host at Get It Beauty 

because of your skills in make-up and your creativity with your make-up looks, you are often praised and is one of the most loved hosts on there. 

∘ ───♡༉─── ∘

thank you for requesting again ! i had so much fun doing this, i hope you like it too <33 

[wickymicky]

can weki meki be considered successful though? i love them and their fanbase is a positive place compared to other ioi groups, but they haven't gotten any wins and i think that people really don't talk about them (the general korean public + the international kpop fandom doesn't seem to pay any attention to anyone but the ioi members) i mean i guess in that theyre still promoting theyre successful but not really in actual popularity, which is really too bad since theyre such a good group :(

it depends on how you define success, for sure. they’re not successful in terms of general popularity, sure, but they have a solid audience. i think if you have enough people who not only like your group, but actually ult your group, you’re doing something right. dreamcatcher’s the same way. both of these groups put out songs that fit their respective aesthetics, and cater to their existing fanbases. i think you build a better fanbase by appeasing the people who already love you than by trying to win over as many people as possible. because when you aim for universal popularity, it shows, and the songs can sometimes lack personality, and comebacks can be drastically different from each other because the company considers each attempt a failure. i gotta mention dia again... they’re a group whose company really seems to want to shoot for the widest possible audience, and so they just kept trying shit and moving on to something else when it didnt go viral. 

it seems like mbk’s intended audience when giving dia a comeback is “people who arent fans”, in order to try and win them over and be instantly successful overnight, like momoland was with bboom bboom. fantagio and happyface’s intended audience seems to be “our fans, people who get us and are liking what we’re doing here already”. that’s the kind of thing that makes someone go from a casual fan to ulting a group, and those are the people who tell their friends to listen to their favorite group lol. weki meki and dreamcatcher have strong fandoms because they spread by word of mouth, i think. so does loona, that’s the whole point of the “stan loona” meme lol, that counts as word of mouth. loona’s career is taking off a little bit right now, but i think generally the reason people get into loona is because they see how much other people like loona, lol. that’s how i did! same with dreamcatcher and kinda same with weki meki, though i was aware of them before i got into them, a little bit. 

so i guess weki meki aren’t successful in terms of like... you know... success... lmao....... but i think they’re successful in doing what they set out to do and not only getting a fandom but maintaining a fandom. they’re a fun group to be a fan of, i think. that’s why they won me and a lot of other people over. i think that’s a valid form of success. maybe they dont make as much money as other groups (they definitely dont lmao), but... i mean that probably should matter to me more lmao but selfishly i kinda dont care, i dont get into groups because of how monetarily successful they are, i’m just here for a good time. if weki meki never gets a music show win, it wouldnt make any difference to me. i’ll support them and vote for them cause it’d be nice to, but it’s not that important to me. i think engagement from fans is just as important if not more so than wins and chart positions. groups dont stick around for years because they have famous members or had a hit song or whatever... if they did, then pentagon would be as big as bts lol. groups stick around because they have an audience. attention isnt important unless you know how to keep it. it’s no use if they have a big song and then nobody sticks around for their next one. having two songs that do “pretty good” is better than having one that does amazing and one that totally flops. and i think having a dedicated fandom is a pretty important factor in determining what songs do “pretty good” in the first place. 

also, i think that in the grand scheme of things, they’re not like a totally nugu group. just like how it’s wrong to call them popular, it’s also wrong to call them unpopular, lol. they’re doing alright, all things considered. picky picky is almost at 10 million views, which’ll be their third to hit that milestone, and while tiki taka and dazzle dazzle arent anywhere near that, still, there’s a lot of groups that would kill to have even one music video with 10 million. when you compare them to groups that regularly get music show wins or music videos with 20 or 30 million views, sure weki meki look like an obscure group, especially in terms of how well theyre known outside of korea, and even in korea, as you said. but when you compare them to the groups who struggle to crack a million views, and who lose and gain members every comeback, and who even other kpop fans often havent heard of... then i think it’s clear that weki meki are sitting in a relatively comfortable position. it’s not perfect, but things are fairly okay, lol. 

oh and one last thing, i just wanna say that “being known inside/outside of korea” also isnt that big a deal to me tbh. much as it pains me to say it... i think armys are sorta half-right when they say that it’s really just bts at the top. i think it’s not that simple, obviously groups like blackpink, twice, and red velvet have made a huge impact, and of course groups like snsd and exo, but still, the pool of groups like that is relatively small. for the most part, kpop is still pretty small and niche. success with the general public in and out of korea doesnt necessarily matter to me all that much, because i think what matters more is how successful a group is among kpop fans. even in korea, like, not every korean person is into kpop lol. there are people like us who are into the scene and community, and there are people who dont give a shit. i mean, that should be obvious, but it’s worth pointing out that like nobody talks about anime like it has to appeal to the general public. sure, everyone’s heard of dragonball and naruto, but there are successful anime out there that the general public has never heard of, but theyre successful because people who are into anime like it a lot. you know what i mean? its successful in the anime fan community. when you look at it like that, comparing weki meki to a group that has found recognition outside the kpop fan community is kind of a stretch and not very helpful. if you think about how recognized weki meki are by the community of people who are into kpop girl groups, then i think they’re not doing that bad. shrug. and i think their future is still bright

[sanguinarius-archive]

Hey! Could I get to know some of your headcanons about dickfigures/your designs for them? :D

ya ya sure!!!!

i already have my designs for them up if you havent seen, here they are!

as for headcanons idk how long this post will be so ill just add a read more for anyone who might not wanna scroll thru it all lol

red!!!!!

his real name is rowan bc i thought it was cute, also it means “little red one” which is eVEN BETTER

he’s nonbinary masc and bisexual! the self projection is REAL

he has adhd

most of my headcanons kinda flow into my own version of dick figures because i’m not very Satisfied with canon NJSJDNSKM so like. for example red doesn’t just kill people or whatever. he gets into fights and has scars and wears bandaids a lot bc of them

he graduated college with blue, he got a bachelor’s degree in fine arts (honestly idk how college works bc im a grade 10 baby so if thats like totally wrong just let me know also im. canadian so idk how american school system works LOL)

red got suspended a lot in high school but never expelled. mostly bc he got in fights that were mainly him protecting stacey from shitty people (he sees her as his sister so he was rlly protective) and the school wasnt really sure what else to do so they just. you know. suspended him a bunch of times hoping itd do something but it didnt

he hates his dad! reason being is bc when he was born, his dad was actually an alien able to disguise himself as human, so he wanted to take red back to his home planet cuz red turned out to be more powerful than anything his dad had ever seen. but red’s mom was like Nope, so she snuck out with him and his plush cat (kitty amazing) and they were never found. red is very close with his mom and is scared of his dad coming back someday

we know he canonically likes rlly loud music so im just gonna project here and say he’s a metalhead. at least, some form of it. he likes the alt scene music and industrial rock. examples being deftones, nine inch nails, skinny puppy, rage against the machine, kittie and others. it keeps him focused and calm

bLUE!!!

we know blue was bullied as a kid but i dont wanna say red also bullied him bc i feel like thats just wrong to me? MAYBE ITS NOT ACTUALLY but it just makes me sad so like. lets say red, being as protective as he is, stood up for blue a lot cuz he was like “oh this kid cant fight” so he knew what to do

blue dated pink for awhile but they mutually agreed to break up after blue realized this wasnt what he wanted (he came to the conclusion that he was gay, well, he knew for awhile but it was Internalized Homophobia)

he grew up in a very conservative family so to see the world completely differently by meeting red, ems (lt), pink and stacey was a very good thing for him. unfortunately even tho his family did love him, it was conditional so they stopped talking to him after he came out. thankfully he’d already graduated high school by that point

despite being emotional blue isn’t very good at understanding how he’s an emotional person. he’s able to distinct one feeling from another and analyze them, but it’s just... hard for him to kind of. process WHY he feels a certain way? which is what’s led to a lot of his struggles in getting closer with ppl

he loooves reading and writing we already know this but i mean come on. he also got a bachelor’s degree in english/ela. so he’s able to become a teacher ig but he doesn’t really want to? at least not for awhile yet

blue was ems’ first friend. at first he couldn’t understand why they had tics but decided he shouldn’t get into someone else’s business. he didn’t find it weird, just cool!

he and red would always pair up for projects if they had classes together!!!!!! blue would do the writing/research and red would do the illustrations. they always turned out really good even if it ended with red cramming it at the last minute

surprisingly hates broseph more than red. well i mean its not surprising, because broseph was always a huge DICK to him

blue’s real name is wyatt!!!!! i forget the meaning but i felt the sound of it and the meaning fit him well

piiiiink!!!!!!!!!!

she’s still in college, getting her doctorate to be an astrophysicist!

pink is very very smart and will help anyone who’s struggling with something in school. she was basically the genius who always got in the honor roll every year. but, she actually was really anxious especially with exams

pink encourages stacey to go back to school, and sometimes stacey does, but she always ends up leaving again. it’s a little stressful but pink has hope for her

she’s never drank one sip of alcohol in her entire life. she smoked weed once, but it felt weird so she didn’t do it again

ever since she and blue broke up she’s been very supportive of him bc she herself is bisexual!!! so she sees nothing weird about it. in fact, about almost a year later she started dating stacey

pink’s real name is lily. when she became friends with blue she met red through him and she was like “can i join your nickname thing” and they said “sure” so they called her pink. stacey sometimes calls her pinky or just pink but mostly lily

pink helped red with academics. even tho he was sometimes insufferable to work with (/j thats a Joke i promise she’s a very patient person) she didn’t give up on him!!!! in return he helped her out with some fitness stuff cuz pink was always insecure about gym, and later when she graduated she actually got into exercising bc of red!

she loves travelling and going for walks. she owns a lot of houseplants and she’s given them all names and takes very good care of them! she also owns an albino ball python named Velvet

STACEYYY!!!!!!!

stacey is nOT actually all about sex this time ok. i don’t like that. i mean she did have some personality in canon but it wasn’t much? anyways she just really likes to express herself thru tight/”risque” clothing like fishnets and leather and pleated skirts and thigh-highs and platform boots, all of that. basically she’s a goth girl but doesn’t really “act” like one

she’s really intelligent when it comes to animals and insects and will tell you anything you need to know. when she goes back to college she gets a degree in environmental science

stacey can play the electric and bass guitars!!!! she was in a band back in high school but it never really went anywhere beyond performances at parties in someone’s garage. not that she didn’t like it, looking back on it makes her feel happy, but she wished it continued. probably why she has a hard time going back to college bc she’s not sure what she really wants

stacey is a trans woman btw!!!!! unfortunately it was a little difficult in high school to be who she was bc some kids were jerks, but there were a lot of others who supported her which is good

she views red as her brother as well and they still hang out a lot

i haven’t really had time to focus on stacey and make headcanons and stuff for her so i don’t have a lot but... let’s say, secretly, she’s a scifi nerd. and for the sake of debate, let’s say she’s a marvel fan. if you count being a fan of deadpool as being a fan of marvel

LOVES GIRLS.... loves pink!!!

has very similar music taste to red’s!!!!!

emssss!!!!!!! (lt)

instead of being a stereotype of ppl with tourette’s syndrome, it’s just a normal thing that isn’t focused on a whole lot. it doesn’t make ems swear but if they get really really frustrated they’ll curse while doing one of their tics

ems is agender, i’d say they’re also ageless but i don’t really want to make them too “nonhuman” because i feel like that’s dehumanizing to people with tourette’s. so let’s just say most laws of existence don’t apply to them

they’re very friendly!

they’re an aspiring musician, just like in canon

ems is also big into horror movies believe it or not. they’re pretty critical of them though like most horror movie fans, and only like specific ones (i’m not a horror movie fan myself so i can’t say what Specific Ones they like ajsdhbjn just imagine they have good taste okay)

they r very artsy too and like doing crafts cause it gives them something to focus on. it’s just a hobby though it’s not something they’re Professional at

they love nature and flowers and trees and all kinds of plants and animals!!! they like to document what they see when they travel thru nature and stuff so they bring a camera with them (and their phone, but, you know whatever)

ems was never really affected by things people said to them regarding their syndrome. to them it was something they were born with, so they couldn’t bother to feel bad about themselves. in certain situations theyre able to control it but 90% of the time they don’t care about what ppl think

aaaand there u go!!! as for minor characters like raccoon, jason/trollz0r, broseph, dingleberry, they all exist (raccoon isnt a racist stereotype tho), i just dont focus on them a whole lot. most of my hcs for stacey and ems here were thought up on the spot since i havent had time to lay out all my ideas for them but i hope what i have here is good !!!!

also, red and blue ARE dating, and pink and stacey ARE ALSO dating. gay rights

[tonicandjins]

one last time (for old time’s sake)

pairing: kim mingyu/reader (au)

genre: angst

warnings: cussing

word count: 10,950

note: this is for my anon “f”!!!! i cried a little at the end part so yeah..... dont say i didnt warn u

summary: you receive an invitation for the worst day of your life.

P r e s e n t

Jesus Christ, you hate the rain.

You sigh, repeatedly banging your head against the headrest and attempting to mute the sound of your windshield swiping back and forth from your head. There are only a few superficial things in the entire universe that get in your nerves, and two of which are at your presence at the moment: the rain and the sound of your windshield.

You had forgotten your umbrella. Banging your head a bit harder with your eyes closed, you remind yourself to take your mother’s advice and buy a separate umbrella for your car so if cases like this occur, you’d have one ready.

You have been sitting inside your car twelve minutes now. You open your eyes and divert your sight to the digital numbers displayed by the stereo system. It tells you that it’s 10:54 in the evening and you sigh in annoyance again, because all you really want right now is to rest.

So you decide to make a run for it.

One of your hands holds your bag over you while the other is tightly clutching your coat together in hopes of keeping your clothes underneath dry. You run, nearly slipping before you could even get to your apartment complex’s entrance.

Mr. Lee, the hardworking security guard, greets you, a worried look ghosts over his face. You shake your bag a little, droplets of rainwater spluttering on the floor.

“Y/N,” he approaches. “You know my number. Had I known you were outside…”

“Mr. Lee,” you reply, touching his forearm once he’s in front of you. “It’s all right. I made it alive, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but you always hated the rain,” he remarks.

A small laugh escapes your mouth because you realize you never said it to him, but having been living in the complex for over four years, he must have noticed. And it confuses you a little because you have always been known for having mastered the art of concealing how you feel, yet standing there, you realize there’s still a hint of transparency in you.

“Thank you for remembering that,” you say with a sincere smile. “I’d love to chat, but my head’s in a glitch at the moment from the lack of sleep. My editors have been keeping me busy.”

“Ah, you must be so tired,” he guesses with a sigh. It’s only when he hands you a small pile of papers and envelopes that you notice the small bandage on his wrist. “A few of your subscriptions came it today. I think there are mails in there, too.”

You nod and take the pile from his hand. “What happened to that?”

“Just a sprain, nothing your old man can’t handle,” he jokes. “The nurse from 4A was kind enough to wrap it up for me.”

“Mr. Lee, you’re not getting any younger. Please take care of yourself,” you worriedly say. He nods and smiles.

“I’ll let you go then. But you have to promise you’ll come hang out here with me again. Been so boring lately.”

“Will do, Mr. Lee,” you reply, winking at him before walking away. “Goodnight! I’ll see you in the morning!”

You punch your apartment’s floor on the elevator buttons, shaking your slightly damp hair. It doesn’t take long until you hear a ding, indicating that you’ve reached your floor.

Once you entered your apartment, you switch a light on, quickly drop your bag and mail on a table, and slip out of your wet shoes and coat. Your phone rings before you could even walk past the desk you put your bag on, so you take it as you walk around to switch on the rest of your apartment’s lights.

Wonwoo, you read. You sigh for the hundredth time in the span of a few hours because you know exactly why he’s calling. He had been calling you daily for the past three weeks, checking up on you and insisting to come to visit you at work or at your apartment. You always decline and make up an excuse not to see him—or anyone else for that matter.

“Why haven’t you been answering?” is the first thing that you hear from the other end of the line.

You drop your body on the couch before answering. “Hello to you, too, Wonwoo.”

“I’ve been calling nonstop. I had a client meeting so I couldn’t come see you,” he mumbles. “I was worried…”

“I was writing until half past ten,” you reply, eyes closing. “You could have visited me at my department. And I can’t answer the phone while driving, idiot. What would you worried about?”

“That you’ve seen it,” he answers. “I didn’t want you to be alone when you do.”

“See what?”

“Have you checked your mail?”

“The mail? Yes, I just got it but I’m too tired to go through it right now. What about it?”

“Mingyu…”

The said name made you bolt awake, the exhaustion suddenly disappearing from your body, and quickly stride over to the desk where you put your pile of mail and subscriptions. You pinch your phone between your ear and shoulder as you go through your mail. It seemed endless, the envelopes of bills and magazine subscriptions, but the second your hand touched the velvet envelope, your heart banged hard against your chest. You almost drop on your knees, but you hear Wonwoo call out your name.

“Are you there?” he asks.

“Y-yeah, I am,” you stutter. Your neck starts to hurt so you hold your phone and press it back to your ear. “It’s here.”

You flip the envelope, and you see a small strip of paper on it your name written in cursive. You touch it, letting your skin run over it for a second, and realize that it’s real. It’s here.

“It is.”

“I didn’t know it would arrive so soon,” you whisper to yourself but Wonwoo hears it.

“I was surprised, too,” he says. “I got a call from Mingyu as well. He told me he couldn’t get you to answer your phone and that he’s worried you’re overworking yourself again.”

You hum, slowly walking back to your couch to sit. Running your fingertips over your name for the last time, you painstakingly open the envelope, careful not the rip it.

“He’s worried still,” Wonwoo continues. “That you might feel alone now since… you know. And I told him numerous times that he need not to worry because I’m only, like, five blocks from you. I told him I could basically run to you if something happens, unlike him who’s miles away.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you slowly slip the card from the envelope.

“Y/N?” Wonwoo calls, but you do not hear him, because in front of your eyes are the words you have feared to see written in bold and fancy letters.

With great pleasure,

Kim Min Gyu

And

Jung Chae Yeong

Request the honor of your presence

As they tie the knot

On Saturday, May 26th

At two in the afternoon

There are more words written on the paper, perhaps details of the day you have been praying wouldn’t arrive so soon, but your tears have blurred out your sight, a loud sob escaping your throat.

“Y/N.” Wonwoo panics at the sound of you crying. “Y/N, I’m coming over.”

You hear him mumble words, but it doesn’t reach you further because your frail hands drop the phone and envelope on your lap. You shoulders shake and your chest tightens. Tears continuously flow from your eyes to your face, down your lap. You bury your face on your palms, sobbing your heart out. Like a child left alone in a crowded place, you bawl and weep your lungs out.

You realize this is the first time you had cried this loud, and you don’t even bother to end the call with Wonwoo. Your heart breaks even more when you realize that this is the first time you cried about this. This is the first time you cried since Mingyu told you he’s getting married.

You had been doing well, you thought. You have managed to keep it together for the past weeks, not even blinking a single teardrop from your eyes. You threw yourself to your job— taking project after project, working overtime daily and even during weekends, making sure you had no time to wallow over your pain. The tightness on your chest clenched day by day, but you never let it take over you until today. You guess that it’s because it never seemed real to you, Mingyu’s engagement. Perhaps your mind tried to trick you that it’s not real that’s why you were able to keep it together. But the invitation, it’s real. You realize now that it’s real and it’s happening. Too soon, you wail, but there was nothing else you could do.

The last thing you remember that night is the fingertips of Wonwoo’s girlfriend touching your face to wipe your tears. You hadn’t realized that your body gave up on you until Wonwoo carried you to your room and his girlfriend tended your needs, whispering things you couldn’t decipher.

And God, it angers you that even in your sleep, you are in pain. Even in your sleep, you are still very much in love with Kim Mingyu.

❄︎ ❄︎ ❄︎ ❄︎ ❄︎ 

P a s t

“This is your chance, Y/N,” Wonwoo encourages as he hands you a plastic cup. “It’s about time Mingyu knows about your undying love for him.”

“I don’t love him!”

“Yet,” the boy corrects, grinning. “Stop lying, Y/N. I already know everything.”

You sip from your cup, coughing in disgust because you never really liked beer. Wonwoo’s phone vibrates from his jacket’s pocket. He grins even wider when he reads the message.

“He’s almost here,” he announces and you almost spit out your drink. “Get ready. You’re telling him about how you feel.”

Your stomach churns. “I can’t do it Wonwoo.”

“Come on, Y/N!” he cheers. “This is the perfect place to admit the feelings you’ve been holding for years!”

You look around. Members of Hansol’s fraternity are walking around, handing people drink after drink. A few couples are making out on the dance floor and three of their friends are already passed out.

“Why are we here again? We’re grown adults!” you shout over the music.

Wonwoo laughs, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “You graduated a year ago and now you act like you can’t join this crowd anymore. We’re here for Hansol, okay? It’s the first time he’s hosting as president of his frat’s monthly party.”

“Do you miss this?” you inquire. “Hosting frat parties, I mean. When I look at you now, I can no longer see you in this scene.”

“Why? Because I wear suits and tie at work now?” he jokes.

Before you could respond, Wonwoo’s squeals, eyes focused behind you. And you turn.

The loud music from Hansol’s speakers gradually mutes from your ears. You watch Wonwoo walk past you to reach his best friend and give him a quick hug before pulling him towards you. Wait, you read from Mingyu’s mouth. You couldn’t decipher the rest of what he said, besides the words is just meeting her friends outside.

Wonwoo looks at you, worry clouds his eyes, and then he’s suddenly pushing Mingyu to turn and walk away from you. You put your drink on the counter and straighten yourself to follow them. The crowd got bigger within a few seconds because you lost sight of them. Quickly, you trail out of the living room to find the two outside.

You bump into a drunk Seungkwan by the doorframe. He hugs you and gives you a wet kiss on your cheek and you laugh because even drunk, the kid remains goofy and sweet.

“You seen Wonwoo and Mingyu?” you ask. “They were just here a second ago.”

“Have you checked upstairs?” the younger boy slurs.

“No, I saw them walk here,” you answer. “And why would they go upstairs?”

“There’s a rumor,” he sloppily narrates. “When they were still members of the frat, that they’re in a relationship. Wonwoo hyung is always at Mingyu hyung’s room. They’re always together. Maybe they think we’re all drunk to realize they’re fucking right now.”

You laugh. “They’ve been in a relationship for three years,” you joke along and hush. “Don’t tell anyone I told you.”

Seungkwan gasps and then squeals. “I knew it!” Before you can say anything, Chan comes in to pull Seungkwan away from you. The younger one apologizes and promises he’ll see you later. Poor kid, you thought, he’s the youngest but he’s the one taking care of his older friends.

When you turn to continue searching for your best friends, a cold liquid runs on the front of your shirt. You cuss loudly, briskly taking a step back from the culprit.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. You finally look up and a girl stands before you. You smile and apologize as well. “I didn’t see you. I’m sorry,” she says again. “I’ll get you another shirt.”

“It’s fine,” you reply. “It’s a cheap shirt.”

She protests and steps closer to wipe your shirt with her handkerchief. You step back quickly because she was too close for your liking, but she was already holding you in place.

“Y/N!”

You turn and realize that Mingyu’s calling you, a nervous Wonwoo stands behind him. You still wonder why Wonwoo’s mood suddenly changed. He was just overenthusiastic to see Mingyu minutes ago.

“Gyu!” you called, tearing yourself away from the girl who spilled her drink on you. You quickly walk towards your friends, throwing yourself at Mingyu for a hug. You have not seen the guy for almost two weeks because you both worked in different cities.

You and Mingyu graduated at the same time. (You smile at the thought of your picture with him in your academic dresses and cap on the day of your graduation.) Wonwoo and Mingyu were best friends since childhood. You and Wonwoo met through classes because you both took the same degree, only he is a year older. That’s how you met Mingyu.

By the time you got out of uni, you and Wonwoo stayed in Seoul because you both work for the same publishing company while Mingyu moved to Daejeon, where he was hired.

Things have been busy for the three of you. So busy that it’s become difficult to meet more frequently. You and Wonwoo worked at the same place but because of him being busier than you are, hanging out only meant you handing him a cup of latte and him dropping by your office to say hi. Wonwoo and Mingyu rarely get to meet these days as well, so it was quite a challenge to gather the three of you in the same place. Hansol’s invitation to his party is the perfect time and place for the three of you to reunite.

Mingyu hugs you back, wrapping both his arms around your waist. He lifts you up slightly before setting you on your feet to kiss the top of your head  “I have missed you, my darling,” he says and your heart races.

“It’s been a while,” you pout, leaning for another quick hug, before taking a step back to look at him properly. “You lost weight, didn’t you? I don’t see you in two weeks and you’re already losing weight? Must be depressing,” you joke. “Not seeing me every day like we were in college.”

Mingyu laughs. “Not really.”

“How insulting!” you gasp. You look at Wonwoo, who still looks as worried. “You. What’s up with you?”

“I- uhh,” he stammers.

“You know why I’ve been losing weight?” Mingyu interjects, and Wonwoo looks like he’s gonna throw up. You look back at the taller guy. “You’ve met the reason why.”

“The… what?”

Mingyu grins widely and steps forward, walking past you. Your heart drops when he wraps an arm around the shoulder of the girl you were just talking to a minute ago. He kisses the top of her head, just like how he did with yours, only this time his lips lingered longer and his eyes beamed brighter.

“Chaeyeong.” He says her name like it’s his favorite word, the grin never leaving her lips. “This is my other best friend, Y/N. “

You look at the girl. You suddenly want to scream at her for spilling her drink on you.

“Y/N.” You divert your attention back to Mingyu. “This is my girlfriend, Chaeyeong.”

Since when, you wanted to ask. You can’t have a girlfriend, you wanted to say. I am in love with you Mingyu. This isn’t supposed to happen.

Wonwoo touches your back when he realizes you’re just shifting your sight from Mingyu and his girlfriend. He clears his throat when you remain speechless.

“I… I,” you stammer.

The girl steps closer to you. You step back. She shies away and looks at Mingyu. He smiles. “Our Y/N is a little shy,” he explains. “She doesn’t like her personal space being invaded. Only Wonwoo and I and a few other people can touch her.”

She nods and looks at you again. “That’s why you looked terrified when I tried to wipe the beer out of your shirt. Sorry for that again, by the way.”

You gulp and force yourself to talk. “It’s… uh, nice to meet you.”

She smiles, her pearly white teeth displaying, eyes smiling with her. “I’ve been dying to meet you, Y/N! My Gyu here has told me so many things about you and Wonwoo!”

Gyu, you repeat in your head. The nickname you made for him during your freshmen year. Gyu. She calls him Gyu.

You muster up another smile before turning to Wonwoo. “S-seungkwan,” you stutter. “He’s been looking for you. He wanted to know… he asked if… he—”

“Oh, yeah,” Wonwoo quickly agrees. “The thing. Yes. I told him I’d find him. You know where he is?”

You nod, eyes desperately asking Wonwoo to take you away from there. You don’t look back at Mingyu and the girl; you let Wonwoo quickly tell them about his thing with Seungkwan and that you and him need to find the younger boy now. Mingyu lets you go and reminds you to meet them at the lawn once you’re done. Wonwoo rapidly pulls you away from them and leads you inside.

Lost in your trance, you do not realize that you and Wonwoo are already locked inside Hansol’s room until he’s making you sit on your friend’s bed.

“Breathe,” he says, going down on one knee and holding both your shoulders. He looks up at you and realizes that you’re still lost in thought. “Y/N,” he calls and you finally look at him.

“M-mingyu,” is the only word your mouth could say before you’re sobbing on Wonwoo’s shoulder. Your friend hugs you and hushes you, stroking your hair while he does.

You do not know how long you stayed there with Wonwoo and how much tears you had cried or how you ended up cuddling on the bed—your face buried on his neck, his arm secured around you—but when you hear a knock on the door, Wonwoo helps you fix your hair and wipe the tears from your eyes.

Hansol looks shocked when he sees you sitting on his bed. He looks back at Wonwoo, then back at you and comes up with a ridiculous conclusion.

“Hyung,” you hear him whine. “In my bed? Seriously?”

“Fuck off, Hansol. It’s not like that,” Wonwoo defends before making the boy leave. He turns back to you and asks if you want to stay there longer.

The clock on Hansol’s bedside table indicates that it’s an hour past midnight. You shake your head. You feel bad that Wonwoo had missed the party because of you.

When the two of you meet your friends by the kitchen, Hansol was in the middle of narrating what he just saw. There’s a teasing smirk on Jihoon and Soonyoung’s mouths. Minghao claims he had known from the start. And you knew what they were talking about but you were too tired to deny anything. Mingyu and the girl stood in the corner of the kitchen, yet you don’t give them a glance.

Your friends hug you goodbye. Wonwoo keeps an arm around you and leads you to the passenger seat of his car. He helps you settle while you’re still lost in your own mind.

You do not realize that Mingyu and the girl are coming with you until the boy talks. Wonwoo drives and asks them the address so he could put it on his navigation. You remain quiet, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.

“So…” Mingyu starts, clearing his throat. “You two… since when?”

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo sternly calls his name.

“What?” the other defends. “I can’t ask anything? I thought we were best friends.”

“Mingyu, stop,” Wonwoo murmurs. “It’ not like that…”

“So,” Mingyu continues. “This is just a one-time thing, then? Between you two?”

Wonwoo sighs in response.

“I wondered why you two disappeared for more than three hours,” Mingyu rambles. “I mean, it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s not like we signed a pact that we shouldn’t be involved with one another in a romantic way or whatever you call it. It’s just that… it’s weird, seeing the two of you walk downstairs. Y/N’s hair is disheveled and Hansol said you two looked tired. But… it would have been nice to know. But if this is just a one-time thing or because it impulsively happened because you’re drunk, then it’s fine with me. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Just… tell me, okay?”

“My God, Mingyu,” Wonwoo groans. Mingyu’s girlfriend laughs.

“Don’t laugh,” Mingyu scolds. “This is a serious thing among us.” The girl apologizes. “Just…” he trails off. “Tell me if it becomes serious between you, okay?”

You keep your eyes close, hoping Mingyu would think you’re in deep sleep. You don’t really have it in you to talk to him. Wonwoo doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns his radio on and a melancholic song you’re not familiar with plays.

Nobody talks for the entire ride, or at least until you had really fallen asleep.

Wonwoo wakes you up and takes you to his apartment and lets you stay in his bed. He sleeps beside you soundly, while you stay awake the rest of the night until his alarm goes off. You insist to leave when he asked you what you wanted for breakfast. Wonwoo takes a good look at you and agrees because he knew you needed someone last night but now you needed to be alone.

He calls and pays for a taxi to drive you, even when you kept saying it’s just five blocks away, you could walk.

When you return to your house, your chest is still just as tight as it was when you heard Mingyu calling the girl his girlfriend. You realize that this was the first time that Mingyu had inflicted real pain on you. Whenever he touches you and says sweet things that made your head spin, there is a slight pinch in your heart that indicates love. This pinch is different. It’s love, you thought, unrequited, excruciatingly painful love.

At that time, you thought Mingyu couldn’t hurt you anymore. You thought it had been your greatest heartbreak. You didn’t know you were just in the beginning of the most agonizing and heart-wrenching ride of heartbreak in your life.

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P r e s e n t

Wonwoo takes you to your favorite coffee shop two days after you receive the invitation. Joohyun, his girlfriend, sends you a text and promises to clear her schedule for the next week to hang out with you. You laugh a little because Joohyun calls watching you lose yourself in your own thoughts and tumble on your own words as “hanging out”. You feel bad, of course, that Wonwoo and Joohyun are sparing time out of their busy days to come “hang out” with you.

You’re looking through the window when Wonwoo comes back from the counter. It doesn’t take long for the waitress to serve your coffee. Wonwoo thanks her while you’re still staring blankly at the passing people.

“Y/N,” he calls you. You look at him. “We need to talk about it.”

You sigh and watch the way the steam of the hot coffee disappears as it moves away from the cup. You wish a lot more things disappeared as it moves away. You shake your head and wrap your palms around the mug, feeling its warmth, but not doing anything more. You don’t really feel like drinking coffee.

Wonwoo sighs, frustration clouding his face. He must think you’re annoying. A nuisance, you thought, because you’re being stubborn and a pain in the ass. But his eyes soften once he sees the emptiness in your eyes like a burned out light bulb.

“It’s in two weeks, Y/N,” he reminds you as if you’re not counting the days. “Mingyu wants us to be there ASAP.”

“You go,” you blankly answer. “You’re the best man, aren’t you? I don’t have business there. I’ll be attending if that’s what you are worried about.”

He takes a sip of his iced coffee. “I’ve already talked to Jun. He agreed to take you as his date.”

“You’re arranging my dates, now? Thank you, Wonwoo,” you reply in a monotonous voice, eyes still focus on the evaporating steam of your coffee.

“Because you’re not gonna do it if I don’t,” he answers. “There will be rehearsals. Mingyu wants you to be there, too.”

“I have work.”

“He asked if I could pull some strings and get you out of work this week,” he explains. “Y/N. This is for Mingyu.”

This is for Mingyu, you repeat in your head. What about me?

You look up from your coffee to look at Wonwoo’s eyes. He must be so torn about this—between you and Mingyu. He’s here comforting you and being an amazing friend, all while doing his duty as the best man. You heard from Joohyun that he’s been driving back and forth from Seoul to his and Mingyu’s hometown to help the groom-to-be. Your heart aches even more.

So you nod. “I’ll be there.”

“Not just at the wedding,” he interjects. “He wants us to stay at our hometown with him until the wedding. He even said you could stay at his home. Joohyun and I can stay at my parents’ house.”

“Wonwoo,” you trailed off. “It’s… too much.”

He sighs and thinks. “Okay. How about this: I go first and you can come after a few days. I can make up a lie about your work to Mingyu and say you can only make it until a few days before the wedding. And I can offer my home. You can stay with us. I’m sure Mom could find room for you. Does that work for you?”

You muster up a fake smile and nod. “Thank you, Wonwoo.”

“You can drive there with Joohyun,” he continues. “She has work as well so she can’t be there until the Tuesday before the wedding. Sounds good?”

Not really. “Sure.”

Wonwoo smiles a little and you catch the small sigh of relief from his mouth. He sips on his coffee as you watch yours. The warmth is slowly going away and you almost want to cry again because the comfort it gave you is short-lived.

You don’t really know where to find comfort nor happiness these days.

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P a s t

“It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” Mingyu asks. “Since we hung out. Just the two of us.”

You nod, watching as his car passed by the buildings.

Wonwoo thought it was a good idea to ditch the two of you. He thinks it would be a good thing to leave you and Mingyu alone after so long.

It had been three months since you found out about Mingyu’s girlfriend. You had grown distant, but Mingyu didn’t. He still treats you as usual—exactly how he made you fall in love with him—and fails to realize that you feel more than how a friend should. He calls you, wonders why you haven’t been calling. And you tell him the exact same thing every time: busy at work. Once, he confessed that he’s hurt that you’ve been clearly avoiding him and said that if it’s about you and Wonwoo “hooking up” then you had nothing to worry about. Persistent, he is, and always so charming.

Wonwoo had promised he’d meet you after work. Mingyu volunteered to drive so he’d come pick you up. But when you knocked on Wonwoo’s office, only to be greeted by his assistant, telling you that the man had left three hours earlier, you scolded and reminded yourself not to trust Jeon Wonwoo again. You should have known he’d do something like this.

“Too bad,” Mingyu continues while driving. “I bought him his favorite burger.”

You stay silent.

“Hey,” he calls out. “Remember in freshmen year when we had no money to buy fast food so we always opted for the ramen from the convenience store?”

You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I do. And when our parents finally send us money, we splurge it on alcohol and get drunk instead of storing our pantry with food. Then regret it in the morning.”

He laughs with you. “Why did we always choose alcohol over actual meals?”

“Because we were idiots,” you answer. “Wonwoo was the least idiotic among the three of us. If it weren’t for him, I don’t think we would have graduated honestly.”

Mingyu almost chokes on his own spit when you’re almost at the beach because of laughing. You had no idea how you managed to go back to the way you were with him—comfortable and silly—but Mingyu loves it. He pouts when he says he missed this—he missed you. You say you did as well but didn’t say every day.

The sun sets while the two of you sat on the opened compartment of his car, eating what he had bought. Mingyu offers you a bite of his pizza and you don’t think twice. You wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth and you laugh at his attempt to impersonate Benedict Cumberbatch on Doctor Strange.

It’s picture perfect, you thought.

Gyu, you wanted to say, but he spoke first.

“Chaeyeong,” he says, a smile adorning his lips. “She’s really—she’s.. uh, anxious about something.”

The smile disappears from your lips for a second before you gather up your strength to fake it. “About what?”

“You,” he answers.

“Me?” you repeat. “Why? She doesn’t think we have something, does she?”

“No, no, not like that,” he replies. “It’s just that—she knows how important you are to me. You mean so much to me, you know that, right?” You nod. “She thinks you don’t like her.”

“W-what?” you stammer. “I do! I like her. She’s nice.”

“You always say that when I ask you about Chaeyeong,” he sighs. “I just—I need to know what you think of her, Y/N. You’re really important to me.”

“Why?” you ask.

“I just told you. You’re important to me.”

You laugh. “It doesn’t really matter, Mingyu.”

He frowns. “It does. What you think about who I’m with matters. You’re my best friend, Y/N.”

“I’m telling Wonwoo, your best friend since middle school, that you just confirmed that I am, in fact, your best friend,” you answer. He laughs a little before shaking his head and turning back to the question.

You look away from him and stare at the horizon. The sun has almost completely set. Picture perfect, you repeat in your head, if things were different.

“Do you like her for me?” he asks when you continue to stare at the sun setting. He shifts a little so he was facing the same direction as you are.

“And if I don’t?” you muse.

“Then… I—I would—“

You laugh. “You’re not gonna break up with her, Mingyu.”

“I really wish I won’t,” he says. You feel him look at you. The picture of him looking at you, the colors of the sunset on illuminating his face, is quite tempting, and you want to look back at him to complete the image in your head, then perhaps he’ll lean in to kiss the air out of your lungs, but then you remember why you shouldn’t.

“But,” he interjects. “If by any chance—I really hope not—you don’t like her for me, I would try to figure things out. If you’re uncomfortable with me being with her, then I could talk to her. It’s—it’s not really serious yet between us. That’s why I’m asking you this because we’re not on that stage yet. If I ask you later and we’ve become serious, it would be a bit harder to leave her.”

Your heart breaks. “You’d break up with her for me?”

He shrugs. “Why not? Like I said, you’re important to me. Equally as important as my mom and sister. Sometimes even more.”

You ponder and come up with another image in your head. Mingyu holding you close, exactly as he would, but this time with loving eyes and a brighter smile. You start to imagine how his lips would feel like against yours because you had always known how it does on your cheeks and forehead. Your name, will he say it like it’s his favorite word?

But then it snaps out of you when you realize that he wouldn’t be breaking up for Chaeyeong because he’s in love with you, too. He would be breaking up with you because you said so.

And then another image forms in your mind—Mingyu with crestfallen eyes, drunk and crying Chaeyeong’s name out. You think of Wonwoo trying to cater to his best friend’s emotions and you feel your heart break even more.

So you look back at him. The sun has completely set now; it’s the moonlight’s turn to illuminate Mingyu’s face.

“I do like her,” you sincerely say. “She makes you happy, right?”

Mingyu smiles. “More than anyone else in the world.”

Your heart breaks a little more and you try your best to fight the tears but fail. Mingyu panics and reaches out to wipe your tears but you stop him.

“These are happy tears,” you lie. “This is all I’ve wanted for you, Mingyu.”

Mingyu’s eyes soften at your words and he leans in to hug you. You bite your lip and close your eyes tightly as he does.

“Thank you,” he says as he hugs you even tighter. “This means everything to me.”

You hug him back and continue to fight the tears (and fail to do so as well), because you realize how much you really love Kim Mingyu. You wish you could put it in words, but how can one describe such great feeling?

If love was pain, then you were very much willing to feel hurt today and every day until all the love you have for him is gone.

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P r e s e n t

Mingyu calls you eight days before his wedding.

“You’re really an asshole, you know?” he grumbles.

“That is quite an observation,” you reply, your phone pinched between your ears and shoulder as you responded to your e-mail. “I told you, I have work.”

“This is me we’re talking about,” he replies.

“Ah, Kim Mingyu, a narcissistic asshole,” you taunt. You hear him sigh from the other end of the line so you let out a laugh. “I’m just messing with you. Stressed?”

“Very,” he answers truthfully. You didn’t need to ask, you already knew by the sound of his voice. “Any chance you could come sooner? Not to help me out with the wedding… just to—you know. Just. Come here. I miss you.”

You stop typing, reaching up to hold the phone properly against your ear.

“You’re just stressed,” you reply, trying to calm your heart from beating so rapidly. “I can’t get off from work now. I’m sorry.”

“What time can you get off?” he asks. You think for a second.

“Ten, maybe?” you answer. “I’m working overtime these days.”

“Because of the wedding?”

“Yeah,” you lie. “I’m not really supposed to take a leave.”

“I told Wonwoo to pull some strings for you,” he mumbles.

“He did,” you confirm. “This is how far he can pull.”

He sighs. “I’ll pick you up after work.”

“What? No, you’re not! You’re, like, two hours away!” you protested.

“That gives me four hours until you’re done.”

“Mingyu, you are not coming here. You have a wedding to prepare for.”

“Watch me,” he challenged.

“You’re the asshole here,” you say, sighing as you felt defeat.

“You are, too,” he replies. “I guess that makes us even?”

He ends the call without waiting for your response. The next call from Mingyu rings, as promised, four hours later. He tells you he’s parked outside. You contemplate on wearing your heels or your office flats but winded up slipping the comfortable ones.

When you step outside your building, you immediately see Mingyu waiting for you like a chauffeur. He smiles at you, hands behind him, and bows at your direction.

“A taxi for Ms. Y/N?” he says. You laugh and hit him on the arm. He opens the door of the passenger’s seat for you and waits until you’re settled before shutting it.

“She let you drive to Seoul?” you inquire once Mingyu had settled his seatbelt. “Chaeyeong?”

“Please don’t mention her name or the wedding,” he pleads and you giggle. “I’m so stressed out. You have no idea. Advice: don’t get married.”

“Where are you taking me?” you ask.

“Convenience store,” he answers quickly. “I’m craving for cheap ramen.”

“You drove all the way to Seoul for ramen? From a convenience store?”

“Mhm,” he hums, turning the volume of his speakers.

“Go left,” you command. “There’s a convenience store down that st—hey! I said turn left! You missed it!”

“I’m not here just for any convenience store,” he says with a proud smile. You look at him and it clicks to you.

“Just like old times?” you ask.

“Just like old times.”

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P a s t

“So, this Taehyung guy,” Mingyu trails off as he watches you move around your kitchen. “It’s serious between you two?”

You grunt when the pan touches you slightly, burning your finger. Mingyu sighs and walks across the room to check your finger. He pulls you by your hand and runs the cold water from your faucet.

“Stop being so clumsy,” he mumbles.

“Says the person who dropped another one of my mugs not even ten minutes since you entered my apartment,” you retort.

Once he’s done, he lets go of your hand and helps you cook.

It had been two weeks since you watched the sunset with him. And you could say that things are getting a bit better. You are still sad over obvious facts, but you now feel like you could act normal around Mingyu. Oblivious as he is, Mingyu says he’s happy you’re acknowledging your friendship again. He took a day off from his job at Daejeon and decided to spend it with you and Wonwoo. But since Wonwoo had a date with the girl he met through a client, it’s just you and the giant. You opted to stay home because… why not?

“You haven’t answered me,” he reminds when you started setting the table. “I’m not gonna pry! I just wanna know!”

“I’ve only been on two dates with him, okay?” you finally answer. “I don’t know if I like him enough yet. He’s charming and kind and all but—ugh, I hate you—I don’t know yet!”

“So you do like him?”

“I think. Yes but,” you pause. “I honestly don’t know! How do you know if you like a person like that?”

“Where’d you even get him anyway? A dating app?”

“Wonwoo,” you answer, pulling him so he could sit and eat. “He introduced Tae to me.”

“Tae, huh?” he teased. “You do like him!”

“I, ugh, I don’t!” you protested.

“Then why are you replying to his messages?”

“Because I’m trying to figure out if I really do like him!” you exasperatedly answer. “Mingyu, if you don’t stop asking these ridiculous questions, I’m gonna shove these on your mouth.”

“I just wanna know!”

“I’ve been answering you!” you shout. “Now stop. Eat.”

“Last question,” he asks. You sigh and nod. “You’re not doing this to spite Wonwoo, right?”

“To spite Won—what? Where did you get that idea?”

Mingyu sighs, reaching for a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. “Because you two didn’t work out? You’re not dating Taeyang—”

“Taehyung.”

“—to make Wonwoo feel bad, right?”

“Why on earth would I want Wonwoo to feel bad?”

“Because it didn’t work out between the two of you.”

“Us?” you ask. “Wonwoo? And me? Since when?”

“Since… Hansol’s party?”

You burst out into laughter. “Me? And Wonwoo? Oh my God, you really thought we fucked?”

Mingyu looks at you in confusion. “Y-you didn’t?”

You calm yourself. “No! Wonwoo and I would never!”

“But Hansol said—”

“He misinterpreted it,” you answer, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Wonwoo was comfor—” you stop yourself.

Mingyu looks at you, urging you to continue.

“I slept, and Wonwoo came in to wake me up,” you lie quickly. “That’s why I looked tired and my hair was a mess. Hansol was drunk and you all believed him? I can’t believe this. I’m gonna call Wonwoo later and laugh about this with him.”

“You’re lying. Then why did neither of you deny it?” he dares.

You shrug, “Like I said, I was sleeping. I was half asleep when we met you at the kitchen. I’m pretty sure I heard Wonwoo deny it a million times. None of you just believed him.”

You reach out to put food on your plate while Mingyu remained frozen.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, putting food on his plate.

“This whole time, I thought you and him had something,” he mumbles, reaching for the wine he brought and pouring some on your glass. “I can’t believe I thought Wonwoo was keeping the truth. He was telling me the truth all along.”

“Rule number one in our friendship,” you say. “Trust us.”

He sighs and sips from his wine.

“Why?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he answers.

But his eyes said otherwise. The entire night, even after dinner when you and him snuggled each other during the film you chose to watch, Mingyu’s eyes are clouded, like he’s thinking hard. You knew Mingyu well, and you were almost sure it’s regret that you see in his beautiful eyes. You ask me twice what’s bothering him, but he shrugs and fakes a smile, telling you to shut up and watch the film.

You continue to wonder what he’s regretting.

He tells you later that night that Chaeyeong is moving to his in a week like it’s nothing. You ask if it wasn’t too early and he shrugs and says she needs a place to stay in.

He suggests that you should tag along when he and Chaeyeong are in town in a few days. You make up another excuse why you can’t.

You tell him you’re tired when the clock hit twelve.

“Already?” he asks.

“Have been for so long,” you answer.

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P r e s e n t

How you ended up at the basketball court at your old university at past midnight with Mingyu, you didn’t know.

Sometime after devouring three cups of ramen, two servings of rice balls, three spicy rice cakes, skewered sausages and fish cakes, steamed buns and cans of soda, Mingyu decided that it would be a good idea to visit your university in the middle of the night. The buildings were closed, of course, but the lights on the open basketball court were still switched on.

You remember watching playoffs with him here three years ago. Wonwoo rarely tagged along because he always preferred the library. Sitting on one of the bleachers beside Mingyu made you feel some type of way—longing, sadness, and just… pain. You used to wish you could spend one last time with Mingyu here for old time’s sake. You guess that this is it, the granting of your wish. And it’s happening literally. One last time. For old time’s sake.

“—and Mom misses you, you know,” he ended his speech.

You nod, heart racing. One last time. For old time’s sake.

You test the waters. You link your arm with him. Mingyu doesn’t protest. You lean your head against his shoulder. He lets you and turns to give you a soft kiss on your head.

“I missed this,” you mumble, already feeling the tears form on your eyes. One last time. For old time’s sake.

“Me, too,” he answers, kissing your head again. “It was a good decision to drive all the way here.”

“It is,” you agree. One last time. For old time’s sake.

He laughs a little. “I remembered something when we briefly talked about your dating life a while ago.”

“It doesn’t exist,” you murmur, reaching his hand to intertwine with yours. For old time’s sake.

He holds your hand just as tightly. “Remember when I genuinely thought you and Wonwoo had something special?”

You laugh a little and nod. One last time.

“I… I had regrets,” he confessed.

You hummed. “I knew it. But you said nothing was bothering you when I constantly asked.”

“Because… Chaeyeong… things were just starting to become serious between us.”

Your grip on his hand loosens for a second, but you tighten it as quickly as it was gone.

“I…” he laughs. “I dated Chaeyeong to make you jealous.”

You freeze.

“I was only seeing her for a week at that time. She was shocked, too, when I introduced her as my girlfriend. But that night, at Hansol’s party, I panicked. I didn’t plan it well so I let everything happen impulsively,” he narrated. “Believe or not, Y/N, I liked you a lot. Like, a lot. You have no idea.”

He laughs as he massages your hand with his thumb. “So much that it hurt me you didn’t see it. And I was too much of a coward to admit it to you. So I thought, why not do what boys in books do? I met her at work and just… asked her out even when I’m truly not interested. I brought her to the party to see your reaction and told myself that if you show a hint of pain, I’d confess. I didn’t even care what Chaeyeong would feel. I was willing to be a full blown asshole for you.”

You heart stammers loudly against your chest, and you’re certain that your palms are sweating profusely.

Mingyu continues. “I was happy for a second, when I saw the look on your face, and how you and Wonwoo lied about meeting Seungkwan. I said, ah, finally, I’m confessing to her. But I couldn’t find you after that.” His breath becomes uneven for a while. “And then Hansol comes in and tells me that he found you and Wonwoo in his room and you looked like you just hooked up.” He laughs again. “God, you couldn’t imagine how painful that was for me. I mean, why wouldn’t you and Wonwoo fall in love? You worked in the same place. I was the one who’s left out because I worked two hours away from you.”

You remain silent. One last time. This is it.

You ponder how you’d confess to him and scold yourself because you hadn’t prepared a speech about your undying love for him. You didn’t even plan on confessing to him tonight, but you guess, here it is, right? Here’s the moment you have been waiting for.

You’re going to confess. You are finally telling Mingyu how you’ve felt for the past years. And it’s irrational and selfish because his wedding is in a week, but you have kept this in your heart for so long. You are going to tell him about the first time you knew you fell for him and how he—

“But that was a year ago, wasn’t it?” Mingyu wakes you from your trance. “Things are different now. I truly believe that Chaeyeong entered my life in the best time. I was heartbroken at that time and you weren’t even bothered by the fact that I was dating someone. All you wanted was to spend time with Wonwoo and—” he paused to clear his throat. “—it hurt. Every waking day of knowing you preferred Wonwoo over me hurt. And then… you told me nothing happened between you two and—”

He paused again to reach up and wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.

“It hurt even more. Because I had a chance to love you but it was gone. You were starting to see other people, and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. So I told you Chaeyeong and I were moving. It’s funny because she didn’t even know. She had offered but I said I’d think about it. I made the decision while we were watching a film.”

You haven’t processed a coherent sentence to say.

“I’m glad I got over you,” he says. Your heart breaks. You let the tears fall. “Chaeyeong. She’s amazing. I never knew someone could love me like that.”

You start to quietly sob.

“She understands me.” I do, too, even better.

“She doesn’t take me for granted. She’s always thinking about me.” I always do, Mingyu.

“She does everything to make me happy.” I always have.

“And she does, Y/N. She does.” I hope I did, too.

You let his hand go and pull away from him. You look at him and he has tears in his eyes as well. He laughs a little and reaches up to wipe your tears, and you soften in his touch. You reach up to hold his wrists to get them to stay there touching your face.

You held his hands, kissed both his palms and looked at him. You smile lightheartedly although you felt otherwise.

“I’m happy that she does,” you say quietly, still holding his hand. “I’m happy you found her. I couldn’t have done half the things she did for you.”

Mingyu lifts your hands and kisses it the same way you did. He drops your hand and puts one hand on the back of your neck, he other wrapped behind you. He pulls you in and plants a long kiss on your forehead. He stays like that while you continue to quietly sob. He mumbles he loves you and you cry even more.

“I love you, Mingyu,” is the only thing you confessed to him. Because it’s the only truth he deserves to know.

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P a s t

Mingyu drops it to you like it’s nothing. He’s been so good at that lately, announcing massive news like it’s nothing.

“Chaeyeong… and I,” he says while you, him, Wonwoo and Joohyun are having dinner. “We’re getting married.”

Wonwoo spits his drink. Joohyun almost chokes. You just remain silent, hand shaking, heart stopping.

“Mingyu!” Wonwoo scolds. “You can’t marry people that quickly!”

“Why not?” he shrugs. “We love each other.”

“But you’ve only been dating for nine months! Not even a year!”

“Wonwoo, don’t scream,” Joohyun calmly says.

“Mingyu!” Wonwoo shouts again. “If this is one of your pranks, I’m gonna hit you.”

“It’s not,” the other answers nonchalantly as he chewed on his food. “I told Mom. She nearly had a heart attack but said whatever made me happy was okay.”

“It’s too early, Mingyu. You just turned twenty-three!”

“It’s fine. I have a stable job and so does Chaeyeong. No one is complaining, Wonwoo. Just you.”

“Y/N!” Wonwoo calls you. “Say something! Get his head out of his ass.”

You remain quiet.

“See?” Mingyu says. “She’s not complaining. So everything and everyone but you are okay.”

“Y/N, you’re really not gonna say anything?” Wonwoo asks in disbelief.

You reach out for the glass of water to soothe your drying throat. You take a sip before answering with a shrug. “Whatever makes him happy.”

Wonwoo sighs in defeat and leans against his chair to watch everyone. Joohyun looks uncomfortable like she doesn’t want to be there. Mingyu is nonchalantly eating like this was a simple thing. You, on the other hand, are pretending like nothing hurt.

“How did you ask her to marry you?” Wonwoo asks calmly as he reached back for his chopsticks.

Mingyu shrugs. “She asked me.”

“That’s… a bit unconventional.”

“We were eating breakfast and she brought it up and asked me what I thought of getting married,” he continues. “And I said I’d like it. And here we are.”

Wonwoo doesn’t say a word. No one does until they all had to leave. They say their goodbyes and you hope Mingyu and Wonwoo wouldn’t fight on the elevator.

You didn’t cry at all—not a single drop of tear was shed. You promised yourself you’d wash the dishes when you wake up in the morning and brushed your teeth, then went to bed.

Game’s over.

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P r e s e n t

Before you know it, the day of Mingyu and Chaeyeong’s wedding arrived.

You’re fixing Jun’s tie when Wonwoo interrupts you and says Mingyu needs you. You apologize to Jun and tell him you’ll find him later.

Wonwoo pulls you to the back of the church where Mingyu’s getting ready. When you step inside, you find him arguing with his mother.

“Mom, can you please leave for a sec? Seeing you nervous makes me even more nervous!”

“Y/N!” his mother calls when she sees you in a beautiful dress. “Sweetheart, I have missed you.”

You approach her with a smile and give her a quick hug. “I arrived yesterday,” you say. “I couldn’t get out of work. Had too much on my plate.”

“I’m still upset that you didn’t take the role as one of the bridesmaids,” she reminds you and you laugh.

“On Minseo’s wedding, perhaps?”

She gasps. “Oh no, your little sister is not getting married until she’s thirty! I’m already losing Mingyu and he’s only twenty-three?”

“You’re never gonna lose me, Mom,” Mingyu interjects. “Hi, Y/N. Nice to see you.”

You laugh and turn to him. “I told you I’d come.”

He gives you a quick hug. “You also told me you’d come earlier but you didn’t.”

“Got occupied by work,” you lie.

Mingyu looks at his mom and Wonwoo. “If you don’t mind…”

Wonwoo takes it as a signal and pulls Mrs. Kim with him. The two leave you alone and Mingyu immediately pulls you in for a long hug.

His breath turns ragged in a second and he’s suddenly shaking. You understand that his anxiety has gone through the rood and beyond. You wrap both your arms around him and press yourself closer, careful not to smudge your makeup on his white dress shirt.

“I can’t do it, Y/N,” he suddenly says. “Mom’s right. I’m too young for this. I can’t do this. I can’t be a husband. I can—”

“Hey, hey,” you console and pull away to look at him. You step back, holding both his hands. “Let me look at you.”

He sighs and holds your hands tighter.

“Where’s your suit?” He points beside the mirror. You take two steps to take it and you gesture him to turn around. “This should be Wonwoo’s job,” you mumble as you help him slip it on. He turns to you and you reach up to fix his tie. One last time. For old time’s sake.

Slowly, you did the tie for him. It’s the last time, isn’t it?

You look up at him for a second and realize that he’s staring at you.

“There,” you say once you’re done. You take a step back. “Now you can do it. You’re in full gear.”

He smiles and pulls you again for another hug. You hug him back just as tight.

“Do you really think I can pull this off?” he asks, words muffled by your hair.

You laugh a little. “Remember that one time we both got so shitfaced and we had finals the next day? I was prepared a bit because I did study a little that week. You, on the other hand, went to take the exam hungover. But you passed with flying colors, didn’t you?”

His chest grumbles when he let out a chuckle. “You believe in me way too much. Mom doesn’t even believe in me like this.”

“Because you’re an idiot,” you say. “And I’m an even bigger idiot for believing in you.”

Mingyu, with his hands on around your waist, starts swaying from side to side.

“Stop,” you say. “Your clothes.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he mumbles and continues dancing if you can call it that. “I don’t remember the last time I even danced with you. This could be a good memory.”

You do, though. You remember the last time you and Mingyu danced. It was at his company’s party. He asked you to be his date and you two acted like crackheads around professionals and started a dance party.

But you do not tell him that you do.

“Last dance,” you murmur, tears already threatening to fall from your eyes. You two are still slowly on the sound of nothing and everything at once.

“Not really,” he answers. “I’m still gonna ask you to dance at the reception.”

You shake your head. You pull away for a second and take his left hand with your right. You reach up to rest your left hand on his shoulder and let his other hand on your waist.

“Last dance as Y/N and Mingyu,” you say.

He frowns but continues swaying with you nonetheless.

“We’ll still be Y/N and Mingyu,” he disagrees.

When he lifts your hand a little to turn you, you say, “We both know that’s not true, Gyu.”

He stops swaying when you’re standing face to face. “You called me Gyu.”

“Good observation,” you joked, leading the dance this time.

“You haven’t called me that in a year,” he continues.

“Because you’re not my Gyu anymore,” you answer.

“Then why now?”

“One last time. For old time’s sake.”

You do not know how long you and Mingyu danced to the sound of nothing and everything, but it was cut when Wonwoo knocked and asked if the groom’s ready.

You hold both his hands again and look up at him, directly into his eyes. “Ready, Gyu?”

You want to hold his hands tighter because this is the last time. You wish time could stop for you a little. But it doesn’t.

Mingyu answers Wonwoo and says yes. Wonwoo and the rest of the entourage enter the room. Mingyu doesn’t let go of your hand for a while and you let him. You let him hold your hand like that for the last time. Wonwoo pulls you with a sad smile and tells you to go outside for the bride is on her way. Soon, you’re standing outside the door and leaning against it.

Game’s over, you say. For real this time.

You take three deep breaths and struggle to fight the tears. You could just cry during the vows and say it’s tears of joy. With your fists clenched and a fake smile on your lips, you slowly walk out of the hall and into the beautiful church.

You quickly find Jun seated among the people. You’re assigned in a regular seat because you aren’t a part of the entourage nor a family member.

Jun offers his hand and you take it. It’s funny because every single one of you and Mingyu’s friends knew how you felt for him. It doesn’t take a while before the rest of the boys and their dates, except for Wonwoo, Minghao, and Vernon who are a part of the entourage, to fill up the seats on your row and the one behind you.

Someone announces that the wedding is about to start. The people begin to chatter in excitement. When the choir starts to sing beautifully, you face the church’s entrance like everyone else. Mingyu enters, his parents behind him, with a nervous smile on his face.

Everyone’s phones are held facing him. You, on the other hand, didn’t really feel like keeping a memory of this day.

You watch him walk down the aisle. The voices of the choir and the melody of the instruments start to fade from your hearing. You forget that Jun is still holding your hand. You don’t remember feeling your eyes water. Because all you could see and hear and feel is Kim Mingyu.

He looks dashing in his all-white suit. For once, he styled his hair and is wearing clothes that aren’t wrinkled. His eyes are shining brighter and his smile is more mesmerizing than usual. Your eyes are glued on him that you do not realize that the bride has entered.

Mingyu grins even wider but you do not know that it’s for his bride. It doesn’t matter to you, though.

You expect a huge pang in your chest when the bride has reached him, but it never arrives. Your chest is heavy and you could feel your heart losing its feeling second after second.

“You okay?” Jun and Jihoon ask simultaneously when the ceremony began. You laugh and nod. Jihoon takes your other hand and holds it with both his hands.

Wonwoo looks back at you and gives you a warm smile, and then diverts his eyes to Jun like he’s signaling him something.

“Uh, Y/N, you wanna get some air for a sec?” the guy asks.

You do, but you shake your hand and decline his offer.

The ceremony starts like it should—smooth and beautiful and lighthearted. When the priest asks if anyone is against this marriage, Jun and Jihoon held your hand tighter.

“Speak now,” the priest says. “Or forever hold your peace.”

Forever I shall hold my peace.

❄︎ ❄︎ ❄︎ ❄︎ ❄︎ 

P a s t

“Hey, Y/N,” he calls out.

“Yeah?”

“A random thought.”

“Shoot.”

He clears his throat. “You know how people say that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, right?”

You nod.

“You ever lost something that’s not yours?”

You smile sadly. “Yeah.”

“What about people like us then?” he asks. “We know what we don’t have. How come it’s still painful when we completely lose it?”

You shrug.

“What do we do, then?” he asks. “What do we do about the things we lost even though they were never ours?”

“We watch them,” you answer. “We watch them with the person they belong to.”

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P r e s e n t

It’s a beautiful day, their wedding.

Mingyu said some really cheesy lines during his vow and everyone cried. Chaeyeong looked the most beautiful and ethereal among all the times you’ve seen her.

When it was over, the bride and groom made the first kiss as newlyweds. You refuse to look away and you let go of Jun’s and Jihoon’s hand to hold your own.

Your eyes linger on Mingyu’s face longer. You realize that you’ve seen it enough; you’ve seen the happiness brought by Chaeyeong enough, the one he’s talking about. It’s in his eyes and in his smile. You look at his parents and it’s in them too. It’s everywhere.

You reach up to feel your heart, and it’s beating rapidly in happiness as you continue to look at Mingyu; you realize it’s in you, too.

You look at Mingyu once again—one last time, for old time’s sake—and he looks back at you this time.

You lock eyes for a moment and you worry that he sees something else other than happiness in your eyes, so you grin widely and give him a thumbs up. He raises his hand, the one where Chaeyeong put a ring on and smiles at you with an expression you cannot understand. You let a tear drop from your eyes and smile longingly at him.

I love you, Kim Mingyu, you mouth. Mingyu reads. It was quick but your eyes caught the way a single teardrop fall from his eyes. His attention is quickly diverted to the photographer calling his name.

You wipe the remaining tears from your eyes and excuse yourself from your friends. Jun offers to go with you but you politely turn him down.

No one else notices that you went out through the side doors of the church. You sit on the bench, looking over the garden. You realize that a spring wedding really is beautiful. The weather was with the couple because the sun was shining enough and the flowers are in full bloom. You realize that the entire universe is on their side for this day—perhaps ever since Mingyu and Chaeyeong had met.

You want to throw a fit and become angry, but the feeling never comes to wash over you. You hear the crowd inside cheer loudly, so you close your eyes and bask under the sunlight.

The flowers will bloom for you, too, someday. Someday.