#also very good competition to my brain; if i don’t finish putting together the pattern before the mochis get here i “lose”

[caffeiiine]

finally gave in and purchased mochies

i will be watching my mailbox for two weeks

[blossom-hwa]

fashion major!kevin

ANYWAY THERE WAS LIKE ONE PERSON WHO CALLED FOR A FASHION MAJOR KEVIN SPINOFF OF THE COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON AU I JUST POSTED (linked below) anyway! hope you enjoy, please reblog if you did, and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3

pairing: kevin x gender neutral!reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing

college model!juyeon

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kevin moon is known on campus for two things: 1. his bright personality literally everyone loves him and if you don’t you’re jealous of him like sorry not sorry i don’t make the rules you know i’m right and 2. his.... unorthodox fashion sense. like eric thought his snake patterned shit was weird as hell?? but there are weirder things in kevin’s closet i swear to you. anyway this unorthodox style is what got him accepted into the fashion program at the university and even though there are a few assholes who stick their noses up at kevin’s work the vast majority of people are cool w his outfits even if they personally wouldn’t wear them and kevin is v well-liked in his major and on campus in general bc he knows everyone and is nice and polite and really a v cool person to be around when he’s not being a fucking idiot

and on campus there are fashion shows a few times every semester to show off the fashion majors’ work, and let’s just say that this university if p well know for its fashion major so some famous people sometimes come along to these events so EVERY TIME a fashion show rolls around the fashion majors get nervous as FUCK and there’s a lot of speculation on who will get noticed and whatever and everyone is secretive about what they’re working on and just. everyone goes fucking haywire and kevin is always v happy when the stress winds down after a show

(no one knows it but kevin has gotten offers from several companies to work with them after he graduates. he hasn’t told anyone except a few friends like juyeon/jacob and his family)

anyway you are also a fashion major who secretly really admires kevin’s stuff?? like you just think he’s so daring and creative and all of his work is absolutely amazing even if it’s a little weird and honestly you don’t even feel overshadowed by his talent and hard work you just feel in awe that you can be in his presence at all. you’re p sure kevin has no idea who you are bc even though you have a lot of the same classes you’re always too shy to sit or work near him bc even though he seems so nice and approachable he’s also just.... god he’s so good

BUT THEN. one of your professors announces that for the next fashion show they’ll be modeling projects that he’s assigning right now. which is weird asf bc usually you’ll all take your best clothing and like fix it or tweak it for the next show, like sometimes people will make something completely from scratch but that’s nerve-wracking and not many people do it unless they’re in a real pinch but it gets even WEIRDER bc this is not a regularly scheduled fashion event?? it’s like a smaller event apparently that they’ve organized just for this project AND THE WEIRDNESS TAKES THE CAKE when your professor says that YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE MODELS. YOU ALL ARE GOING TO PICK SOMEONE IN THE CLASS TO MAKE CLOTHES FOR AND THEY WILL MODEL YOUR OUTFIT

and this SENDS EVERYONE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT??? bc oh god you can’t rely on the models you’ve been using all semester now??? and you have to make flattering clothes for someone you might not even know v well and it’s just. holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK

meanwhile you already know who you want to create for (/ahem kevin moon/) but you’re also chicken so like??? you’re just sitting in your seat looking over at him but not saying anything until your friend chanhee just pushes you out of your seat in kevin’s direction and is like GO ASK HIM BEFORE YOU LOSE THIS CHANCE and you’re like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CHANHEE but kevin’s noticed your movement and he’s looking over with a smile on his face and you’re like jfc i can’t do this but chanhee shoves you again and so you kinda smile (you really hope it looks like a smile) and your voice is LITERALLY shaking when you go over and ask if it would be ok to use him as a model for this assignment and he’s like.... oh my god yes

because what YOU don’t know is that kevin has been ogling your designs all year?? like he enjoys his own style and is comfortable in it but he loves your work as in LOVES IT. he thinks your designs are absolutely flawless and original and you combine styles so effortlessly that he just wants to look into your brain when you come up with ideas bc what the fuck?? you may have different styles but kevin knows how to admire art AND YOUR DESIGNS ARE ART. 

so you’re reeling a day later bc now you have kevin moon’s number and he has yours and he’s now texting you on when you think you’ll have the first preliminary designs ready and when you can meet up so you can get each other’s measurements and all that and when you eventually meet up your hands are shaking so much that you can barely take his measurements and kevin is screeching in his mind as well bc oh my god you’re going to model his clothes YOU’RE GOING TO MODEL HIS CLOTHES

most people are again being secretive about their designs and even though someone in their class is modeling for them this time so there’s a bit less secrecy they’re still working alone so you get a shock when kevin asks if you want to coordinate your outfits. like work on designs together and maybe make something that matches a little though ofc retaining your own styles and you just shriek when you get the text and poor childhood best friend younghoon spills his coffee (you have been friends since basically birth and there are no romantic feelings whatsoever ok it’s strictly platonic like you watched younghoon vomit after eating too much bread when you were like 10 and he watched you get tangled up in a soccer net when you were 13 there are no romantic feelings stemming from any of that)

needless to say you reply yes yes ye sYES and kevin is grinning so wide on the other end that juyeon wonders if he’s gone slightly insane (which he has but we’re not gonna dwell on that) and both of you show up to the work rooms nervous as all hell (i’m not a fashion major i have no fashion sense i still think t-shirts/leggings are the way to go so idk how any of this works do not sue me) but kevin has a natural ability to defuse any tension in the room so within minutes you’re comfortable and laughing with him and wondering why you were so scared to approach him before and THEN YOU’RE REMINDED WHY when he shows you his design for you because... oh god.... it’s unbelievable. like it has a distinctly kevin feel to it but he’s clearly been paying attention to what you wear and what you design because it’s something you would like to wear and something you even think you could look good in. holy shit

and you just blurt out like kevin what the fuck this is so good did you like stalk my designs or some shit?? and you mean it as a joke ofc but kevin just goes beet red and mumbles something about how he really likes your work and how it’s so sharply elegant but also insanely creative and you’re just. open-mouthed like. dude i’m in love with your work too oh my god i’m gonna cry my fashion idol just said he likes my designs i’m gonna screaM

kevin stops you from screaming though even though he also feels like he’s gonna scream and this is the start of a very productive partnership between the two of you like most of the fashion majors are friendly despite the competition but you and kevin are on a whole other level?? and you start hanging out more and more often even when you’ve finished designing and are actually sewing (you ask him if this part can be secret bc you want to add a few things as a surprise - he ofc says yes and winks and tells you he has things he wants to add too which just makes you want to scream out of excitement)

and it’s a week before fashion show day and you and kevin are finished with putting together the designs and you’re excited as all hell and kevin is literally about to burst from his own skin and you insist that he goes first and when he pulls the outfit from the bag you’re just. in absolute awe. the colors match the design you made, it looks like it’ll fit, and even though it screams kevin moon it also has a distinct vibe from your own fashion style and you just yell KEVIN MOON YOU GENIUS as you snatch it from him and go change

(you don’t know obviously but kevin is blushing like a tomato while waiting for you to finish changing)

it fits almost perfectly, kevin marks a few places to fix and is debating whether or not to compliment you bc??? that sounds like he’s complimenting his own work and that’s egocentric as hell but then you say something like does it look fine and he just blurts out more than fine. you look great

AND YOU’RE SO FLUSTERED THAT YOU ALL BUT THROW YOUR OWN BAG AT KEVIN and are like GO CHANGE 

so he takes out the clothes and goes silent and you’re like.... oh my god does he hate it i mean we worked on the designs together and he said he liked it then but what if he changed his mind but then he looks at you and his eyes are sparkling and he’s like y/n this is perfect. literally perfect and he rushes to go get changed and when he comes out your eyes are bugging out of your head bc holy hell you pictured kevin in these clothes obviously since they were made for him but he looks so much better than you ever imagined

and then you blurt out something like holy shit you look beautiful

and kevin blushes again

anyway you both take your measurements and run out and then the day of the fashion show rolls around and both of you are freaking out backstage but the instant you two go on it’s like you both are literal gods bc you feel so confident in each other’s clothing and the crowd can feel it THEY CAN FUCKING FEEL IT and they go nuts when you two walk out!!! and even though it isn’t like a huge major fashion show, it’s just for this one project that your professors cooked up, you and kevin are both beaming like the sun when it’s over despite the fact that it wasn’t an important event bc holy shit you two had fun and everyone’s complimenting your clothing and it’s great it’s just great

finally all the chaos is over and the clothes have been put away and the makeup removed and you and kevin are now standing outside the venue in a kind of stunned silence that all of it’s over. it’s all over. and then you suddenly thrust out the clothes you made that kevin wore and tell him to keep it. it’s a present. and kevin takes it but he also forces you to take the outfit he made for you. and then there’s silence again

but if there’s anything you’ve gained over the past few weeks it’s a bit of courage. courage that let you talk to kevin, courage that let you design clothes for him, courage that let you become friends (and maybe something more) with him. you’ve also learned that kevin is a massive dork and a lovely human being and you’d really love to at least stay in contact so in that the moment you smile and say ‘if i asked you on a date, would you wear that outfit?’

poor kevin looks like he’s about to have a fucking aneurysm and you start to lose confidence but then he’s nodding like there’s no tomorrow like yes ye sYE S OH MY GOD YE S and omg you now have a boyfriend whom you like very very much and kevin has a partner whom he likes very very much

you two may not be a pda couple but you ARE that couple that matches every outfit they wear, you make jewelry and accessories for each other and also make each other clothes every so often. everyone is jealous of your combined fashion sense bc even though the outfits might look outrageous, you two both manage to pull them off and look fabulous at it, but also they can’t even be that jealous bc you two are the sweetest couple and are absolutely lovely 

both of you do wear the outfits you made for that show on your first date which is to like a musical or smth bc theatre kid kevin is something you can pry out of my cold dead hands and everyone’s staring but you two are in your own little world and it’s amazing

kevin admits at one point that he was afraid to ask you out bc he thought younghoon was your boyfriend and you just snort and tell him everything stupid younghoon’s done and by the end younghoon is done with you, kevin is about to vomit he’s laughing so hard, and you are smirking like no tomorrow

for the end of year fashion show you and kevin fix up and accessorize the outfits you two made for the show that brought you two together and there is absolutely no surprise that several different fashion companies scout both of you (and a couple modeling agencies too since you and kevin decided to model your own clothing again - younghoon whines that you’ve replaced him but you shut him up with chocolate bread)

kevin’s a sucker for romance (you CANNOT tell me this isn't true) so your first kiss is on the roof of the fashion building at sunset when kevin does the cheesy thing where he says you look more beautiful the view and you almost slap him but you’re laughing so hard and kevin’s cackling and somehow it turns into a kiss

you are a dork and kevin is even more of a dork and it just works out beautifully bc you’re so absolutely in love that it makes people fake vomit from the sides (looking at chanhee right here) but it’s also really sweet in that you two trust each other completely and would do absolutely anything for the other except murder. kevin made that v clear but really only bc blood would stain his clothing and he doesn’t need that. you agree wholeheartedly (younghoon/juyeon are looking from the sides like what the fuck is this couple do they need help and you two are like just go away and let us be the weird couple we are ok). the conversation ends in a v soft v sweet kiss and just. ik i said it with juyeon but kevin moon is also best bf ever ok you cannot convince me otherwise. 

and that’s how it goes :)

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for this weird-ass couple)

[stcrlghts]

White Wine Nights

Summary: In which, we expose Lin as a wine mom 

(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)

Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly. 

I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented. 

Words: 2,138 

Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff 

An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.

You finally stepped up to the door of your apartment and paused, listening first for any signs of your roommate and best friend. Typically, he’d have some kind of music blasting loudly enough to earn shouts from the neighbors. Today, you heard nothing - not the rhythm of his humming, not the exasperated sighs of a writer, and certainly not the singing at the top of his lungs. Quickly frowning to yourself, you unlocked the door and stepped through the threshold into what you had made your home.

You walked carefully, cautiously, through the rooms. First, the living room and kitchen before you headed off to check the two bedrooms. When you found your roommate in none of those spaces, you pulled your phone from your back pocket and started a text to him.

To: Lin

Where are you? I just got home.

His reply came within seconds and brought a soft smile to your face:

From: Lin

On the roof. Come join.

The roof had quickly become a place of solace since you and Lin had moved into the building. The door to the top was rarely locked and you had started sneaking up there as soon as you’d discovered that fact. In the summer, you took lawn chairs and spent your days off with books and writing up extra-credit papers for your summer classes. Lin had spent the last summer with you, countless notebooks and his humming accompanying his presence. You had to admit it had been pretty perfect - swapping sparse questions between the two of you as the sun melted away the worries that your shoulders had felt the weight of for too long. When night fell, you’d sit and point out constellations for him and talk about the distant dreams you both had.

Sighing and then shrugging, you took your bag and tossed it mindlessly onto the worn-out couch. You knew there were papers calling you from the depths of the bag, but you chose to ignore them. Exiting your apartment once again, having been there for no longer than a couple of minutes, you made your way to the rooftop.

When you stepped out onto the rooftop, the first thing you saw were the stars. They traced patterns onto your soul, creating lasting impressions. The milky blue of the early night sky made them brighter and your gaze was stuck on them before you forced yourself to look for Lin. You spotted him quickly, seated in the center of the concrete on a beach towel. His gaze was cast across the area, rested upon the twinkling lights of the city he adored so deeply. You noticed the gleam of something hanging from his fingers and wondered what it was, but let the thought dart away as you neared him, walking up behind him.

He didn’t jump when you sat down next to him, crossing your legs and staring out onto the city just as he. Your eyes flitted over and saw that the gleam of light you had seen before was the city lights reflecting off of an old bottle of white wine you remembered buying a while earlier. It was open, but not much was gone from it.

In a flash, you stretched your hand over and slipped the bottle from Lin’s grasp. You heard him startle, but ignored it as you took a long drink of the wine. You heard him start to protest but watched a smile come to his face instead. You set the bottle down on the ground in front of you and sighed.

Lin spoke first, “Tough day?”

You caught his knowing glance, the raise of his eyebrows in questioning and understanding.

You nodded, still not able to find words proper enough to describe your day. Lin watched you for a silent moment before talking again.

“You wanna tell me about it?”

You now looked over at him, catching his eyes, “Only if you tell me about yours first.”

He nodded as if he was about to start, but reached over to take the bottle from in front of you first. He took a long swig and sighed. Then he began.

“Let’s see… did you know how hard it is to start up a musical? Like honest to god, it’s harder than actually creating the show itself. The funding keeps getting passed by or taken away or some other shitty thing.” He took a deep breath and you now noticed the stress lines on his face, the downtrodden look in his wide eyes, the unkemptness of his hair, and the slight disappointment in the tone of his words.

“Lin…” You started, but he raised his hand to stop you before the words came out. He took his free hand to run through his hair before continuing.

“Just… I really wanted to write Heights. It was somehow just something I knew I had to do, I was obligated by myself. And I know it’s worth it - I really do. But sometimes it’s just so hard, you know? Am I even cut out for this? Is the show good enough for what I want for it? Am I good enough for this? (Y/N), sometimes it seems so far away, all these dreams of mine. Like I’m chasing the stars and I’m never going to catch them. It just looks so… unrealistic from down here.”

He released a deep sigh and you silently held your hand out for the bottle. You felt him pass it to you, your hand touching his for a millisecond and causing a rush of heat to climb up your arm and fill your cheeks with the redness of a blush.

“Lin, I told you this during the summer when you were writing and I’ll tell you this now: you’re perfectly capable of this. In fact, I can’t imagine anyone better for that musical than you. This task was created by the universe for you and there’s a reason you couldn’t escape the nagging feeling that you had to write it. There is no one but you who could do this and do it so well. There are bumps in the road right now and I promise you there will be even more. But you, and only you, will handle them as they come. You will persevere because you’ve done it before and because you believe in this musical more than anyone else. You will succeed because you must and because your passion for this project is unlike anything I have ever seen before.”

Your speech spiraled into something more inspirational and longer than you’d originally intended, but you still took a long drink when you were finished. You looked over at Lin to gauge his reaction and he was already staring at you.

“What?” You asked, a laugh and goofy smile punctuating the question.

Lin shook his head in mild amazement, “Nothing, you’re just… exactly what I needed right now.”

You raised your eyebrows and Lin looked like he regretted his words, wincing at what had just come out of his mouth after only a few sips of wine.

“I meant… that speech. What you said. It was what I needed to hear. Thank you for saying it.”

You nodded slowly, “Anytime. You know I’m full of advice for other people.”

The moment was covered in a shroud of silence when Lin had no reply and you had nothing to volunteer. You both sat, you staring at the stars that now blanketed the dark navy of the sky and Lin’s eyes dancing with the reflection of the lights of the place you lived. It was a thick beat of tranquility before he finally spoke.

“You wanna tell me about your day now?”

You unleashed a quick chuckle, “I guess it’s only fair if I do.”

You ran your fingers over the bottle of wine, trying to connect your jumbled thoughts into sentences. “It’s… everything. I’m barely managing my deadlines, I have to work extra shifts at the diner just for spending money, my mom needs my help constantly since dad left, and I just found out that I am actually shit at what I thought I was good at.”

Lin looked at you, his brown eyes wide. “Are you talking about that piano competition last month? Because I’ve told you a hundred times that you lost because the judges weren’t even born in this century, and aren’t able to appreciate the borderline psychotic beauty of Shostakovich.”

“I lost because I messed up the last few pages, and my tempo was completely off, and I’ve never played on a piano that expensive before, and-” You broke off, taking a long swig from the bottle.

He reached forward and caught your hand in his. “Hey. You are the most talented pianist I know, even more than Lac, and that’s the biggest compliment I can give you. Don’t tell him I said that.”

His grin drew a reluctant laugh from your lips. You shrugged. “It’s just- it’s go big or go home with this music thing. It’s a ninety five percent chance that I’m going to end up broke and homeless. I should just devote my time to college, get a degree, and get a stable job someday.”

You were vaguely aware of Lin’s body moving closer to yours and, a moment later, you felt his arm over your shoulders, “You’re going to sell out Carnegie Hall one day. I’m calling it. Plus, if I’m not allowed to give up on my dream, you aren’t either.”

The knot in your heart that had been around since last month began to loosen. Finally, maybe for the first time in a long time, you let out a genuine laugh. You reached for the bottle, raising it to your lips to take a sip, before you realized there was no liquid left in the container. You were shortly surprised before remembering how it had been passed and the amount of long drinks that had been taken from it. You set the bottle back down on the ground and your ears tuned into a sound coming from next to you, one that you knew all too well.

Lin was singing. It was faint, softly under his breath, but the tone of his voice was unmistakable. The tune, the words, and the reverb washed over you, cleansing you of the day’s hardships. You closed your eyes, allowing your head to nod along to the song.

It was only a minute before you were smiling along, giddiness overtaking your body. Maybe it was the constant positive force that Lin was, maybe it was his words, or maybe it was the bottle of wine you’d split, but you felt free from restraints. You felt truly, unbelievably content in this moment, with the stars twinkling and Lin singing and your head fuzzy of any brooding thoughts.

Before you knew it, Lin had his hand in yours and was pulling you up from the ground. Heat pulsed through your body from any number of factors and you let yourself be led upwards until you were standing in front of him. The beat he hummed was more confident now, making you want to dance.

You got your wish.

Lin put his hands on your waist, drawing you into a closer proximity, guiding your hips to move with the song he created. A laugh bubbled up in your throat and escaped wildly, a sign of your rampant euphoria. You brought your arms up, looping them loosely around his neck. A soft spring breeze kicked up, but did little to calm the fire in your veins. Lin’s head dipped downwards towards your shoulder and you could feel the pressure from his laughter on your skin.

When he brought his head back up, your eyes locked onto his. In this minuscule place, on this rooftop in this vast city, you felt as if you were limitless with him. You felt as if you could touch the stars, reach all of your impossible dreams.

As you looked at his beaming smile that radiated his pleasure, your eyes were stolen away by the immense backdrop of the faraway stars and their kingdoms. You couldn’t remember ever being this joyous before.