#wooahoe writes❕

[wooahoe]

how svt would help you when you’re crashing out a bit

dory’s notes: because all of my irls think i’m either adhd or autistic or both and honestly i’m starting to believe them because there’s no way that this level of crashout/burnout/dysfunction is normal. man it’s bad bad like you know it’s bad when your hw list for spring break is 40+ items long and it’s mostly just late work that your teachers let you make up. also when your teacher tells you to get help. it’s okay 😎 fuck it we ball

cw: swearing, a lil bit of crying, implied neurodivergent reader but tbh reader could just be depressed. man idk reader is just burnt out that’s all u need to know.

wc: 549

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scoups, jun, vernon

they would be the type that wouldn’t want to disturb any sort of attempts at productivity that you’re trying to make, but they’re also worried for you. worried enough where they’d mention maybe taking a break, or getting you up and out of that chair. they’d remind you to take your meds and drink water, let you use their headphones once yours have died, would definitely bring you snacks every once in a while, and if it gets too bad, maybe gently force you to take a nap. they’d make sure you had plenty of their shirts you had dubbed the best material on standby, so you could be as productive as possible without being overstimulated. would be very sweet but probably not all that helpful production wise. but!! they will hold you while you cry and rant about your frustrations, and honestly, that’s all you could ask for.

jeonghan, hoshi, the8, seungkwan, dino

they are not going to let you rot in that chair and wallow in your frustration. no, you are getting up and going with them for a walk. what do you mean you can’t? you haven’t eaten, moved around, used the restroom, or drank water for the past six hours. you need this !! (any attempts at waving them off are futile) they’d either try and get you to move your work spot, or, if that isn’t possible, take a small break with them. whether it’s to eat, nap, dance, or just sit there with them and talk about anything that’s on your mind. you need to let yourself rest, even if it’s just for a little bit. (jeonghan, hoshi, and seungkwan jokingly mention you just not finishing your work entirely, but the glare you send them is enough for them to shut up on the matter entirely.) they know that sitting in front of that screen isn’t going to do you any good, at least not for the next half hour. might as well spend it with them, and just let your brain turn off for a little while. they know how much you need it.

joshua, wonwoo, woozi, dokyeom, mingyu

probably the most helpful out of the bunch. they’d try and actively help you make the situation better/more productive. is the vibe in the room wrong to you? okay, maybe try his room. are you just dehydrated? he’ll bring you more water every hour or so. they’d text you to remind you to do your normal human activities (drink water, eat a little something, use the restroom, etc etc) and make sure you’re giving yourself a break every once in a while. if none of this is working, well, then, they’re not gonna stop until they find something that does work for you. but they also know that you’re probably emotionally drained, too, and while they know you can’t exactly stop working right now, they’re going to make sure that when you do allow yourself a break, the two of you are going to have to talk. this situation of coping isn’t healthy, and they know the both of you know it. but if the temporary solution is just a power nap? well, then they’re more than happy to oblige: your bed is calling you, and their arms are waiting.

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a/n: man what if i just become a hs dropout and audition for like. idk. the new hybe america thingie (i can’t sing or dance)

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone @mary1618rosie-blog @iris65 — wanna join my taglist?

[wooahoe]

for as long as there’s me and you, i’ll love you as long as the rivers run

as long as the stars meet the morning sun, through every storm, every sky so blue, i’ll love you

how long will i love you; random texts with boyf!vernon

dory’s notes: MY FIRST SMAU PLS DON’T LET THIS FLOP 🙏🙏🙏

cw: literally none except for like. swearing. oh and bad humor (kys/kms jokes), fem!reader, school.

wc: uhhh this is an smau so. idk.

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a/n: i love vernon guys

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[wooahoe]

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan vs older brother’s best friend!joshua…

deja vu; aka i think that jeonghan fits this song better but i was trying to write for shua…ft older brother!seungcheol (1.1k-ish words) mlist — 🎧 saranghey❕ryn’s playlist — @maestro-net

many 땡큐 베리 감사s to jay @ppyopulii and sousy @sousydive i cannot write breakups for shit so MWAH ty for the ideas ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

THIS IS NOT POLY MAESTRONET DON’T COME AFTER ME PLS

written in hc format bc im lazy asf sorry gang 😔 also for context shua is a foreign exchange student

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best friend’s older brother!jeonghan whose sister’s name is gonna be soobin because i’m pretty sure that’s his actual sister’s name? idk he mentioned it in a live once and i’m lazy so yeah

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan whose sister has been your best friend since the beginning of time

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who also happens to be friends with your older brother

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who was genuinely a menace when you were younger but he’s chill now less of a menace now

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who reached out to you in high school, because you had the same biology class and he needed help

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who claimed that you were the only option he had if he wanted to preserve his ego

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who doesn’t stop talking to you, even after he stops needing help with homework

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who tells you that if he gets a higher grade than you on the final exam, he gets to take you out on a date

no, you do not have a choice in the matter

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who will not stop texting you, asking what you got on the test, ignoring the fact that if he got a higher score than you, you might fuck up your friendship with soobin for good :( and your relationship with seungcheol :(

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who you find out has asked both seungcheol and soobin for permission to go after you long before you even started the school year (she said yes)

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who makes you tear up a bit when you read the words across the screen, but he doesn’t need to know that

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who ends up getting a grade that’s half a point higher and promptly tells you to meet him at the park in ten minutes, because he did not wait an entire semester just to ask you out over text

(older brother!seungcheol who asks you why you’re lowkey crying, and when you respond with jeonghan’s name, he starts swearing only for you to calm him tf down because hello you need him to drive you to the damn park!!)

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who, within the span of ten minutes, somehow managed to show up with a bouquet of crocheted flowers. which also happen to be your favorite kind.

best friend’s older brother boyfriend!jeonghan is a great boyfriend. he’s attentive, and kind, and he does like to tease you but it’s also jeonghan we’re talking about

boyfriend!jeonghan is the kind of boyfriend that shows up to your class randomly with a gift, because he said it reminded him of you

boyfriend!jeonghan is the kind of boyfriend who wasn’t overly touchy, but still made you feel loved and safe and secure and me when

boyfriend!jeonghan is everything you could’ve asked for. so when he suddenly breaks up with you…

let’s just say that older brother!seungcheol is Not Happy At All and best friend’s older brother!jeonghan better fucking run

guess who’s sitting there while older brother!seungcheol is plotting best friend’s older brother!jeonghan’s demise?

his best friend, joshua motherfucking jisoo hong

older brother’s best friend!joshua, seeing your discomfort, offers to take you out for boba while older brother!seungcheol blows off some steam furiously texting his former friend

older brother’s best friend!joshua is sweet. he’s willing to listen to your side of the story, and god is he every bit the perfect gentleman. i’m talking holding the door open for you, pulling your chair out, paying, etc etc

older brother’s best friend!joshua might just end up being the perfect distraction from your ex

you really need to stop falling for your brother’s friends

older brother’s best friend!joshua, unsurprisingly, likes you back !! thinks you’re really cute

older brother’s best friend!joshua is also hella terrified of older brother!seungcheol, (esp after yjh) so he’s a little cautious about showing affection

older brother’s best friend!joshua, however, is a green flag !! we love to see it

older brother’s best friend!joshua tells you this over text, a few months after that initial boba date

older brother’s best friend!joshua also tells you that you don’t have to do anything about it, but he didn’t want you to think that he’d been leading you on or anything if his feelings continued

which would be great, except for the fact that he kinda had been (unknowingly) toying with your feelings these past few months

but it’s okay, because you tell older brother’s best friend!joshua to meet you at the same boba shop that you’d gone to, three months prior

and that’s where you’re meeting, a year later, because he’s thinking of going back to los angeles for uni

and you’re definitely not crashing out

but older brother’s best friend boyfriend!joshua tells you that he’s willing to do long distance, but if you can’t hold up? he’s okay to cut it off, too. for you.

boyfriend!joshua says that you don’t have to decide now. he’s not leaving for a few more months, and he’s there for you, no matter what you decide

he leaves you to your thoughts and your fruit tea

or so you think, because best friend’s older brother!jeonghan sits down in front of you, asking if the seat is taken

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“no, my boyfriend just left.”

jeonghan hums.

“joshua, right? he’s good for you.”

you raise an eyebrow at that, and frown. after a few moments of pent up frustration, you ask the question that’s been on your mind for the past year.

“why?”

“why what?”

“yoon jeonghan.”

he sighs.

“i wanted you to find someone better than me. looks like you found him.”

you purse your lips, and exasperated fondness begins to creep into your eyes.

“and how do you know that? how do you know if joshua is good for me or not?”

what if i still miss you?

“he is.”

he says this with that stupid knowing air of his, and you can’t decide if you love him or hate him for it.

“jeonghan, you don’t get to decide that for me.”

“besides, he’s leaving me.”

“what.”

jeonghans gaze whips from the window to you.

“he’s going back to la. for college. and i don’t know if he knows when he’s coming back.”

jeonghan’s eyes look at you with a mix of pity and regret, something that you can’t take, not after the whirlwind of a conversation that you had with joshua. tears begin to pool in your eyes, and when jeonghan pushes a napkin over, you can’t help but grip his hand instead.

“yah-”

“don’t say anything. just…give me this.”

and he relents, because he’d do anything for you. even go as far as breaking your heart, only to come back to check up on you.

he lets you cry, because he felt the same way about you. longing for someone he already has but is on the verge of losing.

you reach out to take the napkin and wipe your tears, only to notice familiar scrawl on it.

that napkin has jeonghan’s new phone number on it.

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now the question is, who do you choose?

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a/n: TUMBLR STOP CORRECTING JEONGHAN TO JOE GHANA AND SEUNGCHEOL TO SEEING HELL THIS IS NOT VERY CUTESY OF YOU !!

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone — wanna join my taglist?

[wooahoe]

i gave my all, i held on tight, but love can’t live on borrowed time

i still wonder, i still wait, would you answer, would you stay?

since when did things go wrong?; kim mingyu x reader — or, five times it wasn’t meant to be + one time it was

dory’s notes: happy mingyu day 🤍 have some angst also these are NOT the same timeline okay i just had like a dozen different fic ideas and uhm i couldn’t pick one so. here :P

i really really love these songs but it’s not available anywhere else but here :( tbh the entire playlist inspired this fic PLEASE LISTEN TO IT GAWD I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST.

cw: unbetaed, lack of y/n, they/them pronouns used, reader is described as smaller than gyu but also WHO TF IS BIGGER THAN HIM, ANGST ANGST ANGST, fluff if you like. really really squint, swearing, hurt/comfort at the end, implied soulmate au in one of them, implied mingyu death, implied reader death, attempts were made at magical realism, unrequited love, breakups, crying, literally just a sad sad fic i’m so sorry i’m literally incapable of writing fluff atp

wc: 1.5k

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a quiet fade, a slow embrace. (1)

you don’t think you can do this.

how are you supposed to live without someone who was supposed to be your everything when everything reminds you of him?

you can’t sleep in the middle of the bed anymore. it feels wrong.

you’re so used to cooking for two that you’re forced to buy more tupperware to accommodate the surplus of food.

you’re so used to paying for two that it surprises you how cheap it is to pay for one.

it’s hard, to relearn to live for one instead of two.

but not impossible.

because you get used to the silence. it becomes comforting, instead of taunting. you get used to eating alone, instead of it being a looming reminder of your ex. you get used to being alone without being lonely.

still. you wish it could have worked out between the two of you.

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secrets we’re scared to speak. (2)

if someone asked kim mingyu why he was so obsessed with a person who didn’t love him back, he’d respond that you did.

just not in the way that he wanted you to.

he could recite all of your quirks, down to the most unnoticeable things they’d think he was crazy. he could list your favorite things by heart: foods, boba order, books, games, tv shows, all of it. he could tell them all of the reasons why you’d captured his heart, and most importantly, he could tell them why he’d never tell you any of this.

they don’t love me like that.

and so they’d look over at you, happily chatting with seungkwan about something. and they’d see the look on mingyu’s face, and how soft his expression turned when he looked at you, and how it didn’t sit quite right with them.

and they’d realize that it’s because it’s sad.

his expression is so full of love. he looks at you so sweetly, so earnestly, so adoring that they just know that he’s astronomically down bad for you.

but it’s also forlorn. wistful. it’s heartbroken, for some reason.

and so they ask him why.

and he’d respond that you don’t see him that way, that you only see him as a friend, and that really, he’s okay with it. you still love him, just not in the traditional sense, and what’s so wrong with that?

and once they leave, and mingyu is winding down from a busy day, he’s left alone with his thoughts. and god, does it hurt.

because what’s wrong is that you’re his everything.

but he’s not yours.

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and wonder if it’s you, or if i’m the ghost. (3)

“you have to move on.”

you turn to jihoon, eyes filled with tears. his words are sharp, but you know that he comes from a place of love, because his eyes are glossing over as he speaks.

“ji, i can’t.”

“you have to. you know i’m right.” he pauses, wondering if he should speak the words sitting on his tongue.

(un)fortunately, you say them for him.

“don’t you fucking dare say that he’d want me to.”

your tone was broken before, but now it’s as if the glass shards have their edges pointed towards jihoon, poised to hurt him while simultaneously cutting into you.

and he knows this. because he knew mingyu, and he knew how damn much his best friend meant to you.

he says your name gently.

“i won’t.” he squeezes your knee gently. “but you know it’s true.”

“how?” he has to catch himself from flinching, because your voice is so broken that it hurts to listen to. “how, jihoon? god, we were supposed to get fucking married and now he’s gone.”

“i see him everywhere. i think i see him in crowds, which is impossible but there’s still a part of me that thinks he’s still here. i listen to music and i can’t stop thinking about him. i can’t even pass by a fucking coffee shop without crying. i can’t let go. how the hell am i supposed to?”

he was is the love of my life, you want to say. i can’t let go because part of me acts like he’s still here.

“i don’t know,” he whispers, and you think your heart breaks a little more.

but he’d want you to be happy, he wants to say, and he doesn’t have to. because you already know.

“do you ever get mad at him? that he left?”

jihoon sighs.

“i know i shouldn’t.”

“but you do.”

he nods, and you pull your legs closer to your chest.

he doesn’t have to ask if you feel the same. he already knows.

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shadows cast by me and you. (4)

ring. ring, ring.

you answer your phone.

“여보세요?”

“hey. it’s me.”

“hi, gyu.”

“so. uh. i really enjoyed this past month.” you smile.

“i’m sensing a ‘but’ here.”

“damn, not even a ‘me too’?”

you snort.

“yes, gyu, i enjoyed it too. but i know that that’s not the reason why you called me.” he sighs, and he sounds genuinely frustrated. it makes you laugh, and he groans into the phone.

“i hate you.”

“says the man who proposed that we date for a month, only to call me saying that he regrets it.”

you can practically hear his frown.

“no. i didn’t regret it.”

you pause.

“oh.”

“but—don’t say anything! let me finish.”

“fine.” you grin.

“would it make you mad if i said that i liked us better as friends?”

you let out a relieved oh thank god and mingyu lets out the breath that he’s been holding in.

“so you agree?”

you laugh.

“yeah. i mean, i’m kinda sad that we didn’t work out like that, but i kinda like us better as friends, too.”

mingyu lets out a frustrated sigh.

“i really wanted us to work out.”

“we do, gyu, just not like that.”

“yeah.” you hear the dejection in his voice, and it makes you laugh.

“stop laughing at my misery!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. here, let’s go get boba. 난 사줄게.”

“you better.”

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i keep holding onto something that’s already gone. (5)

mingyu looks over at his shadow.

it looks lonely.

he brushes the thought away.

but he knows, secretly, in the back corners of his mind that creep out to rack his psyche with guilt, that he can’t keep ignoring the loss of you.

beautiful, breathtaking, wonderful you.

it’s not that you’re everywhere he goes. no, it’s that everywhere he goes is a reminder of where you aren’t.

you aren’t by his side when he wakes up in the morning. you aren’t there to laugh at soonyoung’s terrible jokes, you aren’t there to remind him to drink his water and take his supplements, you aren’t there to cheer him up when he’s feeling down. you aren’t there to see your shadows, together, dancing on the wall as the last dregs of daylight filter in through the blinds.

and he can’t hug you when you’ve had a bad day anymore. he can’t kiss your forehead when you’re sick, he can’t make you breakfast in the morning, he can’t drive you to work when you’re running late, he can’t try and convince you to skip work and stay in with him anymore.

you aren’t with him anymore, and that’s what breaks him.

and you won’t ever be there, to be woken up by your children at ungodly hours of the morning. you won’t get the chance to be walked down the aisle. he won’t get the chance to show the world how much he loves you, he won’t be able to slow dance with you, even when his back hurts and your hair grays.

he won’t get the chance to grow old with you.

his shadow is lonely without yours beside it.

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if i stay, will you still love me the same? (+1)

his expression is desperate. and his eyes are so, so terrified that you wonder what kind of monster you are to have nearly broken this boy.

how does he manage to look so small?

“i’m not leaving you. not ever. i promise you, kim mingyu.”

his tear-filled eyes spill over, and you gather as much of him as you can, wrapping your arms around his broad torso.

“god, don’t you ever scare me like that again. please.” his voice is a jumble of whispered sobs and a heart that is so, so close to shattering. he leans his forehead against yours, and you realize that you can never come this close to breaking his heart ever again. because he’s so, so vulnerable around you, and his muscles only do so much to protect his heart.

“i won’t,” you whisper. “i will never, ever leave you, mingyu.”

it’s his turn to wrap his arms around your smaller frame, and your strong persona crumbles around him.

but it’s okay, because the two of you will always be there to catch the other.

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a/n: 김민규씨! 생신 축하해요 🥳 오늘 행복한 하루 보내고 맛있는 음식 먹어요 🤍

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[wooahoe]

please. stay. i want you, i need you, oh god

don’t take these beautiful things that i’ve got

beautiful things; vernon x reader

nah nothing just me listening to this song, eating peanut butter cups and thinking about how peanut butter cup-coded vernon is. oh the irony.

edit: i really do need to start clearing out my drafts…so here’s a bunch of hansol vernon chwe snippets that never made it to my google docs but the last one was a little too crazy to post by itself. whether these are related or not is up to you! pls forgive my silly notes i didn’t edit any of this lmao

wc: 618

mlist — 🎧 saranghey❕ryn’s playlist — @maestro-net

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“god, i am not your strongest soldier.”

hansol has heard you say this more than once. he’s not entirely sure what it means, but you’ve said this multiple times randomly within the past few hours. it’s only when the two of you are sitting in the middle of an empty parking lot, sharing a box of strawberries (with a side of peanut butter cups for you and chocolate coated wafers for him) that he realizes what your words actually mean.

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BEACH EPISODE RAHHH

the last rays of sunlight hitting your skin, causing you to glow as if you were made of dewdrops and dusk

tide pools and hermit crabs and beach volleyball and surfboards and getting thrown around by the waves

vernon down bad frfr

sunscreen smeared across your cheeks. he leans over to rub it in, only for you to dodge his attempts playfully

you teach him how to gently place his fingers in between sea urchin spines, and he smiles softly when he feels the prickly creature hug him

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he’s so ‘say you won’t let go’ coded omfgggg

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“it reminded me of you.”

he feels his heart break.

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and god, if you aren’t the most beautiful thing he’s seen all day.

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“why would i want anyone else when i already have you?”

“it’s always been you. always.”

and so you kiss him

or smth idfk

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“do you love me?”

his heart cracks.

“why would you ask that?” he says this in whispered pain, but even then, his voice breaks. and he feels the cracks spread, bit by bit, until his heart might as well be shattered glass.

“i…”

you pause, and look at him with eyes so broken that he wonders if you’ll ever be whole again.

“sometimes i feel like you don’t love me as much as i love you.

and would he understand, really?

does he understand what it feels like to love a person so much that it’s not even love anymore, but instead feels like your entire being is connected to his? does he understand that being without him isn’t just missing him, but an ache that runs so deep you feel it in your bones?

does he understand how much he means to you?

but do you understand?

how terrified he is of losing you, because being without you is a concept so foreign to him that he doesn’t think he’d be able to live without you? how he doesn’t understand how a person so unimaginably perfect, so you could ever be with him?

do you understand the kind of person he’d be without you?

“don’t you ever say that. you don’t understand the kind of person i’d be if i lost you.”

and he leans his forehead against yours, so gently that you wonder if he realizes that you’re still here, that you aren’t made of glass, that you won’t leave him. and the look in his eyes is the look of someone who is so unimaginably terrified that it scares you that the two of you could be so dependent on each other yet so sure that you’re about to lose the other.

“marry me.”

he flicks his eyes from yours to your lips to your eyes again so fast that you wonder if you imagined it.

“don’t say that. don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” his words come out in a jumbled rush, and the look in his eyes is pleading and desperate.

you swipe your thumb against his cheek gently, wiping away a tear that he didn’t even know was there.

“i meant every word that i just said.”

(and the switch up from loser to lover goes crazyyyyyy)

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i need these beautiful things that i've got

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a/n: if this had a title then it would be ‘the time(s) that different vernons across the multiverse realized he loved them and also the times he realized they loved him back’ but mannnn that’s too long 😭 i ain’t doin all that

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone — wanna join my taglist?

[wooahoe]

because the sound of your breathing is the same as mine, my heart longs to listen to yours

baby, i’m a shadow of you

shadow; woozi x reader (fae!woozi? peter pan!woozi? yeah man idk)

for my fellow woozidans <3 here’s my little tribute to my bias 🤍

idk this concept came to me in a stats-induced fever dream. don’t ask. also idk what this format is, i might write a fully fledged fic for this one day. GUYS TUMBLR ATE THE FIRST VERSION OF IT 😭😭😭 AND I WAS SO PROUD OF IT TOO 😭😭😭 TUMBLR STOP EATING MY FICS CHALLENGE GO !!

wc: 670-ish

mlist — 🎧 farewell neverland ʚɞ — peter pan au — @maestro-net

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excerpt from where i describe seventeen’s voices but not in the way you expected: pixie dust that settles on your skin and tingles, and all of a sudden you’re floating and then you’re flying and you have to pinch yourself to make sure that this isn’t a dream. it’s real, and you think for a fleeting moment that this is the happiest you’ve ever been

and so is the boy beside you. he’s beautiful; his face is boyish with a feminine touch, his hair is short but soft, and he looks at peace flying alongside you. you see the worries melting off of his face, and you just know that right now, it’s just the two of you, suspended millions of miles up in the stars

are you happy? he asks

you have to ponder the question for a bit before responding

i’m not sure i know what it means to be happy, you say, and shrug

he frowns at this, and pauses his drawings in the sand. they’re music notes, you realize, and while you can’t read them, they’re traced into the ground with such care that you know that they are something beautiful

jihoon is ambiance, the kind that happens as the last dregs of sunlight paint the sky in dusky hues. the chirp of crickets fill the air, owls begin their nighttime escapades, and the soft notes of jihoon’s flute blend into the sounds of twilight. it’s a symphony that you can’t help but feel was made to be held by your heart, and you close your eyes, soaking it all in, wishing this moment could last forever

jihoon is midnight walks along the beach, waves softly lapping at your ankles and sand cushioning the pads of your feet. the sky is clear, a breeze ruffles through your hair, his palm is warm in yours. the stars paint their constellations across the backdrop of the universe, and all you think is that it’s as if you’ve never felt so at peace

do you ever wish you could go back?

he tilts his head slightly in contemplation

sometimes. i miss my brothers, but i love it here

you hum in agreement, and lean your head against his. he stiffens for a moment, then melts into your touch, catlike in his actions

his eyes are stars, his hair is silk, and his heart is so, so fragile. he keeps it protected within a castle surrounded by high walls; it’s been broken too many times for a person like him to endure, which is why he so rarely lets anyone in

and so you count yourself lucky that you’re one of the few he lets his walls down for

leave me alone

why? what’s wrong, jihoon, at least tell me!

but he remains silent, and you realize that the castle you are so used to having access to has barred its gates, and you’ve been locked out

it hurts more than you thought it would

to love jihoon is to love the rain

at times it’s calming, with it pattering against the window; others, it’s terrifying, with winds whipping around you and water pelting your face, soaking your clothes and leaving you feeling hopeless

but you push through, carving a path through the sleet and mud and wind until you reach the eye of the storm. and that is where you find jihoon

ji?

he’s soaking wet, and his body is curled into himself. every clap of thunder has him flinching, and tears fill your eyes. you can’t tell if it’s because of relief that you’ve found him or the state in which you’ve found him

you reach out a hand, gently shaking his shoulder.

jihoon?

it comes out so softly you barely hear it, but it’s a whisper of your name

he’s calling for you

—

a/n: gang did i eat with the magical realism? /hj + GOD I LOVE SHADOW SM THIS SONG HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD FR

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[wooahoe]

it’s funny, how time flies.

because at first, you’re seven years old, watching the older kids go off in droves of mom vans and the occasional sports car, off to the beach or forest or mountains to go and connect with god through music and praise and prayer and fellowship. of course, the contents of what really happens at retreat are kept secret, only slipping out through hushed giggles and inside jokes and shared glances across the room.

and then you’re twelve, going off on your first youth group excursion, and some things start to make sense. why that unnie and that oppa are sitting next to each other instead of glaring at each other, and why some of the girls have packed an extra bag full of goodies for nighttime gossip and why everyone laughs when that one boy flirts with that one girl.

and now it’s your final year of retreat. senior year.

and your gremlin of a friend, jeonghan, decided to make it his goal to get you to fall in love with your best friend, joshua hong. it’s just that neither of you knew it yet.

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yoon jeonghan’s guide to getting your best friends to fall in love — joshua hong x fem!reader (teaser)

🎧 saranghey❕dory’s playlist — @maestro-net

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[wooahoe]

gazing the blue sky, blooming again, i want to be someone’s everything

i was living in a moment but i met you, and i realized that everything has a reason

fallin’ flower; jeonghan x reader (jeonghan is prob more fae or siren here than peter pan but i mean it’s all up to interpretation so !!)

for my moots, who are all collectively having yoon jeonghan-related crashouts

who should i do next? songs for all members have been decided ! so please check the series masterlist, and let me know who you want to see next :)

THANK YOU TO SOUSY FOR BETAING 😭😭😭 ILY BAE

wc: 576

mlist — 🎧 farewell neverland ʚɞ — peter pan au — @maestro-net

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excerpt from where i describe seventeen’s voices but not in the way you expected: light, fluffy cream-covered cake from the pseudo-french-that’s-actually-korean bakery, topped with fruit that’s somehow always in season

jeonghan is an enigma. he is mischievous; it is in his nature to play pranks and tease you. you know it all comes from a place of love, which is why you join him in his playful banter. but there are times where he is so, so sweet to you that you wonder if you really know him at all

are you okay? he asks

tears spill down your face. you wish you could be anywhere else in this moment, in any other situation, but you aren’t

you’re here. with him, and that might be the only good thing about this situation

so you take a deep breath and face the music

jeonghan is the ocean. the waves crash along the shore and the steady flow of the tide is soothing. it calms your heart, and lulls you into a sense of security. whether it is false or not, you don’t really care

but the ocean is also terrifying. it’s a vast expanse of the unknown. it’s unforgiving. it’s a deep, seemingly bottomless void, and it’ll gladly take you as a sacrifice for whatever motives it has

and so you have to remind yourself that the ocean is also beautiful. it’s full of undiscovered wonders, and the way the light hits it just right makes it burst into a thousand diamonds, sparkling across the bay

do you ever wish you could be human?

hmm. it’s complicated

how so?

humans can die

you look at him, confused

what do you mean?

when you’ve lived for as long as i have, you realize that everyone and everything you love…it leaves you, eventually

which is why i can’t love you, he wants to say, but he keeps the last part to himself

you wonder who hurt him, who caused him to be this way

because through all the teasing and whiplash there’s also someone longing to be seen. someone who hides behind one thing but longs to be cherished as another

he takes your hand in his, and all of a sudden you’re transported somewhere else

you realize that you’re seeing the world through his eyes. he’s seen so much, and your heart aches when you realize he’s been alone for nearly all of it

you whisper his name in silent reverence

but this time, there’s no quip. no snarky comeback

just a sad smile

to love jeonghan is to love yourself

there‘s the idea that applies to the concept of motherless daughterhood, the idea that one must become their own mother in order to make up for the one they have lost. in a similar fashion, you have had learn to love yourself unconditionally, because nobody else would

but you don’t have to anymore. because now, there’s someone who will take that burden off of you. and you reassure him that it’s not a burden, because you want to do the same for him, too

hannie?

he turns to look at you. and his breath catches when he does, and you can’t help but flush at his actions. he chuckles at this, and hums in response

can i kiss you?

his eyes widen in response

yah. you can’t just say things like this to me! do you even-mmph!

you cut off his rambling with your lips on his

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a/n: idk man

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[wooahoe]

introduction. (by wooahoe)

wtf did my boyfriends do now… — seventeen x oc nonidol!au (kinda)

i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time, that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes

saturn; poly!ot13 x aerie lee

dory’s notes: for my #1 hype woman, @sousydive, who has been waiting patiently for me to release any aerie crumbs 😭 here you go sousy! i hope this tides you over until i finish up the aeriekyeom fic, and YES I DID ADD/REWRITE SOME THINGS IK U ALR READ SOME OF THIS 😭 I’M SORRY QUEEN

aerieverse mlist — 🎧 saranghey❕dory’s playlist

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papa. (1)

pledis academy for performing arts does not take their craft lightly. the extensive training programs paired with their extremely selective admissions system puts their students at the top of the game. they sort their students into cohorts, groups of students who they will study and perform with, and with the addition of their second location abroad, they hope that the competition between schools will push their students to be even better.

enter cohort seventeen, the first international cohort in pledis’ history.

made up of fourteen of pledis’ top students (seven each attending the locations in korea and the united states), they’re constantly competing for their side of the group to appear on the ranks as #1.

throw in unsaid feelings, jealousy, language barriers, and soulmates, and you don’t just have academic rivals to lovers. no, you have a whole entire mess.

you taught me the courage of stars before you left. how light carries on endlessly, even after death

soulmates. (2)

soulmates are precious. this is what every person has been taught since childhood.

they aren’t exactly uncommon, but those who have one are considered lucky. about 60% of the world’s population has a soulmark, and a good 58% only has one person to whom they are bound.

so to have thirteen souls bound to your own? the universe must either really love you or really hate you.

soulmarks take on one of three forms: mental, physical, and audible. mental marks involve some sort of mental connection between the soulmates, physical ones involve those embedded on skin, and audible ones involve a slightly confusing connection with what one hears.

of course, this isn’t always the case. soulmates can have more than one mark, and the possession of multiple marks usually indicates difficulty in actually meeting your fated person(s). it isn’t uncommon, either, for someone to date someone who isn’t their soulmate.

with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite, and how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

aerie. (3)

if a person is a mosaic of everyone they’ve ever loved, then aerie is a stained glass window. each one of these beautifully idiotic boys has broken her heart in more ways than one, but over the years she’s been able to pick up the pieces and learned to accept their help. they’ve made sure that she doesn’t cut her hands on the broken glass, healed her wounds when she did, and somewhere along the way, she learned to love them.

the picture her window paints is one that is a culmination of heartbreaks and imperfections, and wouldn’t you know it? there are thirteen more, each one aligning perfectly with the rest, piecing together the chaos that is cohort seventeen.

but the aerie you’re about to meet isn’t quite there yet. she’s not broken, but she will be. she’ll go through love and loss and smiles and tears and all i can ask is that you be there with her as she navigates the ninety-one constellations among fourteen stars that make up the aerieverse.

with shortness of breath, i’ll try to explain the infinite, and how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

dory’s notes. (4)

thank you all so much for the love that i have received so far on this au! this fic is literally my baby !! and also the reason for many, many crashouts.

this series will most likely not be released in chronological order. i do have a few fics for the aerieverse already published, however, those may be subject to revision as i’ve changed the details for this au many times since i published the first one.

the first installment of this au can be found here; if you are confused of the lack of oc, it is because i am tired of poly!aus focusing only on how obsessed they are with the reader. i need them to be obsessed with each other too.

the aerie au masterlist is still under reconstruction, so please use the aerieverse tag (#☆..aeriieee!!) for now instead. HERE NOW!!

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[wooahoe]

to be an alien by jihye bae. — jeon wonwoo x oc

the streets are filled with memories that haven't dried; love is nothing more than a meaningless lament

suddenly it rains without warning, and then it stops; blame this rain, or better yet, blame myself

怪天氣 (strange weather); an ode to the man who will never be my bias

dory’s notes: this one…if you’ve been reading my yapping long enough you know that this one is a long time coming. i have poured my blood and sweat and tears and soul into this fic ON GOD IM GONNA TAKE A BREAK but pls enjoy!

also @rosiemain hiiii it’s jiabae and here is the wonwoo fic :) sorry it’s so late !! life takes a toll 😔😔 have fun reading!

wc: 3.2k (with a/n)

teaser — mlist — @maestro-net

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rain. heavy fog, honey-baked pretzel sticks. headphones tangled in pockets, r&b in languages she barely knows. a familiar presence at her side.

bae jihye looks up, and smiles lightly.

jeon wonwoo smiles back.

he opens the umbrella, and holds it up so that it covers them both.

“ready?”

“nah. not really.”

he pauses.

“too bad.”

—

moving to korea wasn’t an easy decision. for starters, the country is dying. as the elderly get older and the young start to decline in number, the cultural traditions and practices of korea begin to fade away. we’re losing ourselves to the workforce, our language is disappearing, and the country is slowly collapsing in on itself. but i came here anyway. why, i’m not sure. but hopefully i’ll find the part of myself that’s been missing for so long among the bustle and summer air of seoul. from to be an alien, prologue

the first time she meets him, it’s in one of hybe entertainment’s many conference rooms.

she wonders for a moment if accepting this job was a good idea, but brushes the thought away immediately after the door opens and thirteen men file in through the door, followed by a familiar face.

she stands, smiles at the manager, and then turns to the newcomers and bows politely.

seventeen, one of hybe’s most popular idol groups. third generation powerhouses, the theater kids of kpop, the self-producing idols that have inspired every generation after them.

oh, and also one of the most chaotic groups in kpop ever.

and she’s supposed to help manage them? oh, god.

“let’s get this meeting started, shall we?” their manager claps his hands. jihye fidgets with hers nervously, but a small smile from jeon younghwan has her placing her hands in front of her, and bowing once more.

hello, my name is bae jihye. it’s a pleasure to meet you.

she takes a deep breath and translates the words in her head.

“안녕하십니까, 저는 배지혜 입나다. 반갑습니다.”

the boys nod, some nodding their heads or bowing in return, and one by one they introduce themselves.

에스쿱스, 최승철. 윤정한. 홍지수, 조슈아. 문준휘; 호시, 권순영. 전원우. 이지훈, 우지. 이도겸, 이석민. 김민규; 서명호, 디에잇. 부승관; 최한솔, 버논; 이찬, 디노.

s.coups, choi seungcheol. yoon jeonghan. hong jisoo, joshua. moon—no, wen junhui; hoshi, kwon soonyoung. jeon wonwoo. lee jihoon, woozi. lee dokyeom, lee seokmin. kim mingyu; s—xu minghao, the8. boo seungkwan; chwe hansol, vernon; lee chan, dino.

jihye watches as the boys process the information of a new person joining their management, and the loss of their old translator.

“잘 부탁드립니다.”

please take care of me, i look forward to your cooperation.

her silent plea for help cuts the tension in the air, and it falls for a moment, but their leader — s.coups — is the one to put her mind at ease.

“저희와 함께 일해 주셔서 감사합니다.”

thank you for working with us.

she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in.

maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.

—

when the sun sets and the sky slowly gets darker and darker until it’s black and all of a sudden you see the universe. for a fleeting moment you realize how small you are in the vast expanse of infinity, until a gentle hand wraps around yours and you enjoy the beauty once more from where i describe seventeen’s voices but not in the way you expected

kissing wonwoo feels like descending. not falling, not exactly, more like…slowly drowning in water

wonwoo is the moon, quiet, melancholy, but also a steady constant

—

—

the first time wonwoo asks about jihye’s mother, they’re at the pool in a hotel near one of their tour stops.

wonwoo is usually eloquent. he knows how to speak, and he does it well. he just prefers to observe rather than add to the conversation, and when you have bandmates and entertaining as the members of seventeen, could you blame him?

but when you stress the usually…well, nobody’s perfect.

“do you miss her?”

great going, wonwoo, asking the cute girl who’s also your translator if she misses her dead mom.

“all the time.”

jihye leans forward, gripping the edge of the pool with her hands, legs creating small ripples in the water. she sighs, and smiles sadly.

well. sadly is an understatement, because there’s just something about it.

when it comes to her, wonwoo thinks, there’s no such thing as a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. because even when she’s grieving, the smile crinkles the corners of her eyes with a sort of disconnected fondness. her lips curve ever so gently, and the slight chub of her cheeks bunches up, and if you weren’t looking closely enough, you’d think that she was perfectly fine.

but wonwoo is looking closely. he sees the slump in her shoulders from years of bearing the weight of her grief. he sees the pain in her eyes, the soft chocolate melting away to reveal bitter coffee, black and sharp. he sees the resignation, the years of waiting for someone to take her place, only for her to realize that it’s impossible.

and he might be imagining things, but he feels something, too.

he feels her heart.

it’s not breaking. no, it’s already been broken. it feels more like a dull ache, one that never goes away. it’s the kind you get from staying up too late, the kind you get when you haven’t had your coffee in the morning. it’s bearable, but then again it’s not. because it’s overwhelming, as if someone had torn out your heart and shoved it back in, leaving the blood spilling out into places it shouldn’t, overflowing and you can feel the pressure building and god, it’s terrifying.

and eventually the terror fades, and wonwoo can breathe again.

it takes him a couple of minutes to realize that he’s not feeling her heart. no, that’s all him.

“hello? jeon wonwoo? you good?”

his head snaps towards hers, and he tilts his head in confusion.

“ah. sorry. just…thinking.”

jihye smiles again, and it’s still sad. but a different kind of sad, one where the pain is fleeting and much less intense.

“about what?”

“just…does it ever get better?”

she chuckles dryly.

“I’m…not sure. i haven’t gotten there yet.”

“oh.”

the silence that falls between them is far from comfortable.

“how old were you?”

“twelve. you?”

“twenty-six.”

twelve years old. how do you move on from losing your mom at twelve?

“you don’t.”

wonwoo looks over at jihye. she’s drawing on the surface of the water with her finger, shapes disappearing as soon as they’re made.

“i’m serious. it’s never going to go away.”

“that’s…comforting.”

he’s supposed to live with this gaping hole forever. oh god.

and the swell of fear rises again.

“it is, actually.”

wonwoo looks over at her, confused.

“how?” he asks, almost incredulous.

jihye smiles wryly, as if she’s about to share a joke that only the two of them will understand.

“well. she’s always going to be a with you, in that small, broken piece of your heart.”

wonwoo frowns.

“that’s morbid.”

she laughs.

“yeah, i’ve been told that i have motherless behavior.

“that’s…oh my god.”

she smiles apologetically. “sorry.”

wonwoo shakes his head, still in slight shock.

“it’s okay. coping mechanism?”

she nods.

“i guess if the pain never goes away, then that means you never forget her.”

jihye’s smile sinks, and wonwoo furrows his brows, concerned.

“i don’t remember her. not as much as i wish i did.”

“oh.”

he doesn’t want to say i’m sorry. because what good would that do?

“are you…okay?”

her lips purse together and her cheeks fill with air. she lets out a breath, slowly, in a way that almost resembles a sigh. it’s cathartic, wonwoo can tell, but he can also see that there’s still some pain left behind.

maybe this is what she means by it never leaves you.

“nah. not really.”

jihye turns to look at him.

“but i will be. and you will, too.”

wonwoo flushes lightly, and he feels the heat dust his cheeks. whether it’s from her attention or his disbelief, he’s not quite sure.

all he can muster out is an “i hope so.”

she smiles.

“i know so.”

—

the korean word for ‘foreigner’ sounds a lot like the word for ‘alien’. this hurts more than it should. the harsh reality is that i don’t belong anywhere. i’m too asian to be fully accepted into american society; kids pulling the corners of their eyes, my peers’ comments about my ‘sickly pale skin’, high school teachers telling me to open my eyes taught me that my features were too foreign. but i’m not korean enough for seoul, either; my accent is too american, phrases are from an unrecognizable dialect, and my some of my words aren’t even korean, but japanese. from to be an alien, chapter one

the first time that jihye and wonwoo try to cook together is a fucking mess.

the rice is somehow burnt, so they have to make a new pot; wonwoo overcooks the bulgogi, jihye almost slices her finger off, and by the time they both have all of the ingredients together, they’re a hot mess.

it couldn’t possibly get worse, could it?

(spoiler alert: it does)

“can you pass me the takuan?”

wonwoo pauses his chopping beside her, confused.

“takwang? 그건 뭐야?”

what is that?

jihye shoots him a weird look.

“takuan, the yellow crunchy 무.”

wonwoo lets out a soft ‘oh’ at her explanation.

“you mean danmuji?”

she frowns.

“what’s danmuji?”

wonwoo frowns.

“that.” he waves a hand towards the sweet and sour pickled radish.

now it was her turn to frown.

“wait a minute. if you call that danmuji then what do you call this?” she waves a hand over to the fish cakes.

“eomuk.���

jihye’s frown deepens.

“not eodaeng?” wonwoo’s mouth forms a soft oh in silent understanding.

“jihye, the words you’re saying are the japanese terms for them. not the korean ones.”

her eyes widen, and she shakes her head in disbelief.

“are you sure they’re not, i don’t know, some sort of satoori?”

wonwoo shakes his head.

“no, i’m sure. when i was younger, every time i said eodaeng instead of eomuk, i got scolded.”

jihye slowly puts the knife down, an unreadable expression on her face.

“are you okay?” wonwoo asks, worried.

“i…” don’t know, she wants to say, but the words won’t move past her lips.

but then again, how does one explain what it feels like to have their language stolen from them?

it doesn’t make sense. her head feels like it’s spinning, and she feels a shock of panic shoot through her body. if eodaeng and takuan are japanese, then how much of her korean is actually korean? how much of her ‘culture’ is real and how much of it is just lies?

“what the fuck, man.”

wonwoo just blinks in slight confusion.

“i’m supposed to be your translator and i don’t even know the korean word for fucking pickled radish.”

she says that last part in english, and wonwoo places his hand on her shoulder.

she lets out a sob.

he pulls her close.

“괜찮아요?”

are you okay?

“몰라요.”

i don’t know.

wonwoo just holds her, the kimbap long forgotten.

—

jeon wonwoo is for those that are lost, the ones that feel as if they don’t really have a purpose, the ones that are racing to catch up with the fast-paced world of today. the ones that always feel like they’re being left behind, the ones that hate change, the ones that wish they had more time. jeon wonwoo is for the ones who just want to fall asleep and never wake up, the ones who wish they would just disappear. the ones who hide the scars under their sleeves, the ones who always run out of gum, the ones who hide their sobs in their pillow and wish they would just fade away. jeon wonwoo is for the ones who don’t want to die but don’t know how to live anymore. from user @wooahoe’s tumblr drafts

—

his breath catches and he rushes towards her, ignoring the way she ties to shove him out and pulls jihye into a tight hug. she lets out a sob, and he just holds her tighter.

“please, never scare me like that again,” he whispers and she just hugs him back tightly.

“i-i’m so sorry.”

“yah,” he pleads weakly, sobbing into her shoulder. “yah. never do that to me again.”

she just cries into his shirt, and he lets her. he just wishes she’d said something sooner.

“i’m sorry,” she whispers again.

for not being able to trust you, for being scared to love you, for all the things i wish i could tell you.

for being broken, for not being what you deserve.

“don’t be sorry.” wonwoo leaves a gentle kiss on her head, and she thinks she might shatter right then and there.

there are no warning signs blaring in her head around him, just comfort.

and wonwoo thinks he feels her heart start to cry.

—

rain. heavy fog, honey-baked pretzel sticks. headphones tangled in her pockets, r&b in languages she barely knows. a familiar presence at her side.

he opens the umbrella, and holds it up so that it covers the two of them.

“ready?”

“nah. not really.”

wonwoo pauses. jihye sighs softly, hoping that the release of her breath is enough to release the pressure that’s been building up inside of her chest.

“that was a joke, woo.”

he sends her a side eye, and she knows full well that he’s not convinced. he tells her this, and she lets out a dry chuckle.

“fine, you got me. let’s go.”

“are you sure?”

jihye clutches the urn in her hands. it’s the first time that she’s brought it out of the box, and it weighs heavy in her hands and her heart.

“it’s been seventeen years, wonwoo. she deserves it, whether i’m ready or not.”

“she’d want you to be okay, love.”

at this, her eyes well up with tears. she fights to keep them down, but it’s no use.

he places the umbrella on the floor gently, and pulls her into a hug. it’s warm, gentle but firm. she feels water coming to rest on the top of her hair, and it takes a few moments for her to register that it’s not the rain, but wonwoo’s tears.

—

you pierce my soul. i am half agony. half hope. tell me not that i am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. from persuasion, jane austen

there’s a knock at her door, and jihye gets up to answer.

wonwoo smiles from the doorframe, and places the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.

slowly, the two of them begin to start a process that neither would have thought they’d be able to do; apples are cut and placed to face the east and pears to the west, an array of dried fish and side dishes arranged in a slightly disorganized manner. it’s clear that neither of them really know how to do this, but they’re trying.

it’s the first time that either of them are attempting to do charye, after all.

the two of eventually kneel in front of the table, a picture of jihye’s late mother sitting next to wonwoo’s. they bow, and it takes a few moments before her tears fall to the floor. the two sit back up, and wonwoo is the first to speak.

he speaks in soft whispers to his mom, and it’s only once jihye blinks most of her tears away that she realize he’s turned his gaze towards her.

she whispers a word of apology before talking through her own tears.

“hi, mom.” everything she wants to say, everything she needs to say is stuck in her throat.

so she introduces wonwoo instead.

and when her tears have run dry and the food has been eaten and the small wooden table is put away, jihye lets herself cry in wonwoo’s arms.

and he lets himself cry in hers.

— 끝 —

a/n: this fic is dedicated to every single person who is struggling with coming to terms with themselves. i really do hope it gets better, for all of us.

there is genuinely so much i want to say, but i’ll try to keep it short. this fic really is the product of my blood, sweat, and tears, and i really do hope you enjoyed reading this. even tho it’s so incredibly booty 😞😞

being korean is fucking hard, especially when you’re a 교포 — a korean immigrant or a descendant of one. i won’t go into too much detail here, but once you’ve been at the butt of one too many bts jokes, then you really start to feel like nobody really gives a shit if they’re racist to you or not. because your people are quiet about it. they won’t say anything, and besides, the stereotypes aren’t even bad! everyone thinks that you’re supposed to be smart, and pretty, and have good skin and quiet.

which is why it’s okay if they comment on your eyes, or your metabolism, or anything else associated with the extremely tiny korean gene pool. because the stereotypes aren’t harmful if they believe good things about you, right? the jokes are just jokes, get over it.

hopefully you can see where i’m going with this.

my korean-american experience is chronicled by the few excerpts of jihye bae’s to be an alien. but, dotted throughout the fic, there are multiple quotes from other books, lyrics, and even some (fake) texts between wonwoo and jihye. and that’s because sometimes, our own words fail us. sometimes the best way to express something isn’t the most conventional, and sometimes words don’t work at all. and that’s something i had to come to terms with while writing <<strange weather>>. on the other hand, i am absolutely in love with the concept of web weaving and wanted to try it out and see if it would work in fic form? so uh. yeah.

wonwoo has never really been my bias, which is funny, because he might just be my favorite member. well. not my favorite, but he’s definitely got a special place in my heart. and maybe it is because we’ve suffered similar trauma, and maybe this is why i continue to save some room for him in my prayers. but it makes you feel less alone to know that someone out there understands your pain, especially in the wake of bereavement, when you feel more alone than ever. i did lose my mom around the same age that jihye did, and i wish i had someone to help me through the grieving process. even if it was just my friends, but alas, that wasn’t the case. i really do hope that wonwoo has someone that he can talk to about all of this, someone that understands his pain and can help him through it.

i hope you guys enjoyed reading this, and if you made it to here, thank you so much, really: a lot of jihye’s story is my story (i only realized much later that her name ended up being jihye bae, and my main is jiabae. crazy, huh?)

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[wooahoe]

isn’t it lonely? i’d do anything to make you want me — xu minghao x reader

number one girl; aka high school is a fucking bitch and i went from an academic weapon to an academic victim mlist

cw: hao is probably ooc, lack of y/n, language, konglish + chinglish (?), author cannot speak mandarin just fyi, they know each others slang in other languages bc they gang like that, use of couple nicknames between friends (or are they? up to you!), angst(?), mentions of school 🤢, lowkey toxic fic, author grew up with the asian grading scale so if you think that a c is not a failing grade you are lucky asf, asian american stereotypes, 12 am thoughts, short asf fic (about 1.5k words)

a/n: FUCK ap testing FUCK college applications FUCK bitchass teachers FUCK gifted kid burnout FUCK being asian FUCK depression FUCK school !! is academic validation even worth it anymore.

extremely self indulgent fic, i’ve been listening to orbit and 54321 lift off and number one girl to cope so have a minghao !! non-aerieverse

this can be read either as platonic or romantic

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tell me that i'm going real big places, down to earth, so friendly, and even through all the phases, tell me you accept me

your grades can’t be that bad.

try me. i fucking dare you.

“nti. nti. nti, 2/15, 5/10, another zero, overall grade is sixty-two percent. so far we’re six for six on failing grades.”

you turn and face him, arms crossed and a slightly crazed grin on your face. he moved from sitting on the edge of your bed to leaning over your chair to look at your laptop screen. minghao’s expression had been neutral this entire time, but the knitting of his eyebrows told you everything you needed to know.

how the hell did someone like you crash and burn this badly?

well, that’s all i'm dying to hear, yeah, i’m dying to hear you tell me that you need me, tell me that i'm loved

fifteen minutes earlier

minghao looked at you from his seat across the table, one eyebrow raised in confusion.

“what do you mean you’re failing all your classes? you had all As last semester.”

you huffed in frustration, and pursed your lips together, choosing to look down at your setup instead of meeting his eyes.

notes covered in minghao’s pretty but messy scrawl and your lazy cursive. integral equations and war dates and biology concepts strewn across the floor. at least three different textbooks stacked on top of each other, a fourth open at the top. two bags of latiao and tteokbokki flavored almonds left untouched at the edge of the mini folding table. one takeout cup of coffee (the amount of shots you’d asked for had stunned the barista) and one thermos of tea (most likely from the set you’d gifted him due to his most recent obsession) sitting side by side in front of the two of you.

it looked like your weekly study date.

but this particular study session was straying further and further away from any actual studying, and you hated that this was the topic the two of you had landed on.

“yeah. i did. key word is ‘had’, hao, i’m literally failing calculus right now. and not asian failing, F failing.”

he sucked in a breath between his teeth, looking at you sympathetically but unbelievingly.

“tiánxīn, your grades can’t be that bad.”

you raised an eyebrow.

“try me, jagi. i fucking dare you.”

at this, he frowned.

tell me that i’m worth it, and that i’m enough. i need it and i don't know why, this late at night; isn't it lonely? i’d do anything to make you want me

“seventy-five, sixty-four, seventy-seven, seventy-eight, sixty-two.”

you rattled off the percentages like they were lottery numbers.

“and now everyone’s favorite, calc bc! let’s see here…nti. nti. nti, 2/15, 5/10, another zero, overall grade is sixty-two percent. and we are six for six on failing grades.”

you turned from your place in front of the computer and faced him, arms crossed and a slightly crazed grin on your face.

you chuckled, and if it had been anyone but minghao sitting in front of you, they’d think you were amused by this.

but he knew better. he knew you were just hiding behind a smile.

“damn. i’m never getting into college at this point.”

minghao tsked scoldingly.

“don’t say that.”

he let out a sigh and moved from sitting on the edge of your bed to leaning over your chair to look at your laptop screen. his eyebrows knit together, and he looked over at your cheshire cat grin.

“tiánxīn…what happened?”

“i really couldn’t tell you, minghao.”

“tiánxīn.”

your demeanor cracked, just for a split second, before the smirk reappeared on your face.

except that this time, it was accompanied by a lump in your throat and tears behind your eyes.

“i can’t fucking focus, hao.”

his questioning gaze was enough to break through the walls you had worked so hard to build.

“it’s so frustrating. it’s like no matter how much information enters my brain, i can’t get a good enough grasp on it to be able to hang on to it. like everything i’m being taught makes its way from one ear and out the other, so it’s not really there but it left a trail that’s just enough for me to pass the quiz. and it’s not enough to get an A on the final, and it’s barely enough to pass the class.”

you stood up from your desk chair and started to pace in front of the man in front of you.

“but apparently, i’m supposed to compete with everyone else for the best score. i’m supposed to understand it on the first try. i’m supposed to be good at english, and geography, and math and science and a language i’ve been surrounded by all my life but i’ve never actually been taught. and, y’know, apparently i should be able to deal with failure. but this shouldn’t even be happening! i shouldn’t be failing.

“but i am failing.”

minghao wordlessly leads you towards the bed, pulling you in to sit down at his side and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“why can’t i understand anything anymore? why can’t i focus? why can’t i pay attention? why can’t i just be nicer? why can’t i stand up for myself? why can’t i stay awake? why can’t i fall asleep? why can’t i just do it? god, it feels like i don’t know anything anymore.”

you turn to look at him with teary eyes.

“why isn’t that a good enough answer? because i don’t know why i can’t understand anything anymore. i don’t know why i can’t focus. i don’t know why i can’t pay attention. i didn’t do my homework because i don’t understand it. i failed my quiz because i didn’t understand the material.

“i failed my test because i’m not as smart as you think i am.

“i can’t just do the bare minimum. i don’t know how. i can’t stay awake because i spend all of my nights and weekends and every waking hour doing homework that never gets done. i can’t fall asleep because i’m too busy crying. and i mean, it’s not like anybody taught me how to ask for help. nobody told me it was okay to fail, because everyone expected the best. so i always gave that. my best. and when my best isn’t enough?

“i guess i’ll be the best at failing, too.”

i'd give it all up if you told me that i'd be the number one girl in your eyes. your one and only, so what's it gon' take for you to want me?

the next few minutes are spent in silence, with your head coming to rest on his shoulder. one of his hands is playing with your hair, the other’s fingers are laced with your own. it’s comforting, and you let out a shaky breath, grounding yourself.

when you finally do look at him, he’s smiling sadly, gazing at your study setup in contemplation.

“tiánxīn…why didn’t you say something?”

you mirrored his smile, and squeezed his hand.

“i thought i could deal with it on my own.”

“you babo.”

you huff out a laugh.

“hey. listen to me. you’re not failing.”

you laugh again, and he flicks your forehead in retaliation.

“i’m serious. these numbers don’t measure your value or status in life. this shouldn’t weigh on you as heavy as it does.”

you look at him, and frown.

“we don’t get to make that decision, haobei.”

“why not?”

“xu minghao.”

“i’m being serious. you’re still going to get into college, even if these end up being your final grades, because you’ve already written an essay that everyone is jealous of, and you’re smart, love.”

“am i really, though?”

minghao rolls his eyes and says your full government name, causing you to kick his ankle lightly in mock hurt.

“but seriously. you know why these stupid grades mean so much to me.”

“i know. that doesn’t make it right, though.”

“i know.”

“do you?”

you sigh, and flop down on your back to look at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling.

“i hope so.”

i'd give it all up if you told me that i'd be the number one girl in your eyes

minghao laid down and looked over at you, smiling sadly, before looking back at the ceiling and wishing on the biggest star.

you’re already perfect in my eyes, tiánxīn, and i wish you could see it, too.

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a/n; for everyone who’s reading this or is going through school-induced hell rn… fighting !! we’ll get through this !!

[wooahoe]

많이 수고하셨어요 — teaser

the island of jeju-do is renowned around the globe for it’s stunning landscapes, beautiful scenery, as well as waterfalls, volcanic craters, and mountains.

“seungkwan-ah!”

ddoong. ddoong ddoong. ddoong.

‘south korea’s hawaii’, known for its signature tangerines and seafood, is considered one of korea’s most popular tourist destinations.

“yah boo seungkwan!”

the man in question whips his head around.

“뭐?” he yells, frustrated. “what is so important that you needed to follow me all the way from halmoni’s house?”

the woman running towards him stops, more than slightly out of breath. she places her hands on her knees and bends over, gasping for air.

seungkwan huffs, and starts to walk away.

“널 사랑한다!”

i love you!

he freezes at her outburst.

“yah—gasp—널 사랑한다고!”

hey—gasp—i said i love you!

from where she’s standing, it seems like he doesn’t care.

from where he’s standing, she’s changed his entire world.

“yah boo seungkwan! 아이씨—아 왜 이 짜식이 말하지 않아?”

fucking—ah, why isn’t this jerk saying anything?

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upcoming series !!

폭싹 속았수다; you have worked hard (and endured much) — boo seungkwan x reader

i want to keep this feeling forever…if emotions have an expiration date, then i don't have any reason to live

shohikigen; when life gives you tangerines au

dory’s notes: everyone shut the fuck up ik i’m very very late to this drama but IDGAF. I WILL BE FINISHING THIS SERIES SO. HUSH.

also for obvious reasons i Cannot Speak jeju dialect so uh. some writing of their dialect/translations might be wrong and i am very sorry if it is 😞😞 i tried my best. i’m also not fluent in like. mainland korean so pls bear w me 😞😞

🎧 saranghey❕dory’s playlist — @k-films

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone @mary1618rosie-blog @iris65 @starshuas @bath1lda @wonushy — wanna join my taglist?

[wooahoe]

it was all planned long ago, in this overcast, rainy weather. the streets are filled with memories that haven't dried; love is nothing more than a meaningless lament

mist. heavy fog, honey-baked pretzel sticks. headphones tangled in your pockets, r&b in languages you barely know. a familiar presence at your side.

you look up, and smile lightly.

jeon wonwoo smiles back.

he opens the umbrella, and holds it up so that it covers the two of you.

“ready?”

“nah. not really.”

he pauses. you sigh softly, hoping that the release of your breath is enough to release the pressure that’s been building up inside of your chest.

“that was a joke, woo.”

he sends you a side eye, and you know full well that he’s not convinced. he tells you this, and you let out a dry chuckle.

“fine, you got me. let’s go.”

“are you sure?”

you clutch the urn in your hands.

“it’s been seventeen years, wonwoo. she deserves it, whether i’m ready or not.”

“she’d want you to be okay, love.”

at this, your eyes well up with tears. you fight to keep them down, but it’s no use.

he places the umbrella on the floor gently, and pulls you into a hug. it’s warm, gentle but firm. you feel water coming to rest on the top of your hair, and it takes a few moments for you to register that it’s not the rain, but wonwoo’s tears.

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teaser — 怪天氣 (strange weather); jeon wonwoo x reader

GUYS THE PROMISED GATEKEEPED WONWOO FIC FROM MY POLL IS ALMOST HERE !! and we all hurrahed (i hope lmao). thank you all for being so patient, i’m sorry it took so long to come out. i’m hoping to release this on wonwoo’s enlistment date, but if not, then it’ll release on mother’s day

mlist — 🎧 i love u so ᡣ𐭩 — tatbilb4 uni au

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone — wanna join my taglist?

[wooahoe]

bad idea, right? to choose for yourself (starting point)

“strange, isn’t it? how nothing is as it seems.”

dory’s notes: a choose your own adventure fic for sebongies’ 10th anniversary. I AM ALSO CURRENTLY IN THE MARKET FOR A 2ND BETA READER IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED BC I NEED MORE OPINIONS

cw: swearing, elements of horror, elements of fantasy, murder, blood, drug use, false reality, mentions of death, character death, minimal use of y/n, gn reader, slow updates, author has a very vague idea of where this is going and the two main storylines overlap a FUCK TON so uh. yeah. i think that’s it but PLEASE LMK if you notice anything else!

ty sousy @sousydive for beta reading 🤍 ILY

how to read — 🎧 saranghey❕dory’s playlist — @maestro-net

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warning: 12 faces and one daredevil. do not forget, they are one.

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one moment you’re falling asleep, your head on the pillow and your consciousness slowly drifting away.

and the next you’re running. running through the streets of a city, tripping over your feet, running through traffic and alleyways and god only knows where you’re going because you sure don’t.

and then the floor opens up beneath you and you’re falling. down, down, down.

your vision starts to swim, and you see flashes of memories that aren’t yours. a nightclub, pink and green strobes; silken sheets, ruby-red; a field of dead flowers, a man with a cheshire cat grin.

a handsome man, with piercing eyes and cherry red lips.

he’s the devil, a voice whispers, low and raspy.

he’s your savior, another says, light and teasing.

and suddenly he’s not in your memories anymore, because you’re not falling, and because he’s right in front of you.

“where am i?” you demand. “and who are you?”

he raises an eyebrow, and tsks.

“impatient, are we?”

you huff. you don’t have time to deal with a sleep paralysis demon.

“answer my question.”

“well, you could be there.” he motions towards the strobing lights, pink and orange and green, peeking out from a door behind you. “or you could wake up.”

your eyes widen.

“so this is a dream.”

the devil smiles at you. it’s unsettling.

“is it?”

if your eyes wander towards the lights, the memories from when you were falling, click here. but if you want to wake up, keep reading.

he raises an eyebrow.

“ah. so you have chosen death.”

click to move to the next part.

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[wooahoe]

📂 wtf did my boyfriends do now… (aerieverse masterlist)

“oh my f✰cking god, aerie, how do you put up with that many guys?”

to you; poly!ot13 x oc (nonidol!soulmate!au)

dory’s notes: new mlist because the old one doesn’t make sense anymore. guys i kid you fucking not this was SUCH A STRUGGLE TO PUT TOGETHER. many smooches and thank yous to @sousydive and @seokminfilm for letting me crash out 🤍🤍🤍

🎧 saranghey❕dory’s playlist

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to you. (sneak peek)

if there is an eternal love, that must be you; a sneak peek at the series

— to you; 소용들이 — [+ bonus! (with love from my main)]

introduction. (by wooahoe)

i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time, that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes; contains important worldbuilding lore that you should know before reading

— saturn; the introduction

second life. (part 1)

let’s remember each other when we pass on the street unknowingly; fate pushed them together but life dragged them away (pre-pledis academy)

— 난 + kidult; seungcheol + jihoon — anyone; junhui + minghao

ima -even if the world ends tomorrow-. (part 2)

our last dance, our last chance, but even if the world ends tomorrow, we need to cherish today; academic rivals to not quite lovers but not quite enemies, either

— 1 step forward, 3 steps back + traitor; wonwoo + aerie (ft mingyu + shua) — hope ur okay; aerieverse!lee chan headcanons

f✰ck my life. (part 3)

from now on i’ll fight for my life. in a world where shadows are familiar, i’ll find myself again; right place, right time…but who’s the right person?

— heather (lost verse ver); joshua + seokmin (ft aerie) — pledis america discord messages (takes place during heather (lost verse ver)

shohikigen. (part 4)

if my feelings have an expiration date, then life has no meaning; miscellaneous fics that happen after the set timeline but don’t have any particular place yet.

— fresh off the boat; joshua + jihoon + aerie + hansol

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taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone @mary1618rosie-blog — wanna join my taglist?

[wooahoe]

🎧 farewell neverland ʚɞ (peter pan!seventeen x reader mlist)

the kiss of the sun that never sleeps, no one ever sees the stars

farewell neverland; peter pan!ot13/fae!ot13 x reader (non-poly)

this concept came to me in a stats-induced fever dream. don’t ask. also i’m lowkey in love with this format now?? like it’s so whimsy i love it smmmm

based off of this post

mlist — 🎧 saranghey❕ryn’s playlist — @maestro-net

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최승철 — choi seungcheol; shohikigen

윤정한 — yoon jeonghan; fallin’ flower

홍지수 — hong jisoo; my my

文俊辉 — wen junhui; heaven’s cloud

권순영 — kwon soonyoung; run to you

전원우 — jeon wonwoo; to you

이지훈 — lee jihoon; shadow

徐明浩 — xu minghao; spell

김민규 — kim mingyu; our dawn is hotter than day

이석민 — lee seokmin; kidult

부승관 — boo seungkwan; cheers to youth

최한솔 — chwe hansol; dar+ling

이찬 — lee chan; don quixote

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