✄ How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren’t Real (feat. Jeonghan and Y/N breaking the fourth wall because why the fri ck not)
Request: ✔ (@eatyourveggiesz) || Masterlist
Jeonghan spends the night getting lost in the dark spirals of reader-insert texts and fanfiction about himself. He has a bit of trouble substituting his own name in place of “Y/N”, as it often broke the continuity of the story so he used Jisoo’s name instead. After a long night of reading, he decides enough is enough and goes to the washroom to freshen up.
>> jihoon is engulfed in his own flames but he sees starlight in your eyes; all you want is to take a selfie with the highlighter-haired boy
warnings: swearing, murder, dispersed angst
pairings: woozi | reader ; woozi | s.coups
word count: 4599
a/n: this ended up being really long so I’m splitting it up lol
[pt.1] [pt. 2 – coming soon]
“Right, then let’s get down to business.”
A well-built man stands in front of a crowded bulletin board, mouth pressed into a hard line as he settles on the group seated at the worktable in front of him with a steely glare. Choi Seungcheol was clearly Not Delighted to be here but hey, what else was new?
“Because of a certain blonde fucker hiding behind Minghao over there – Mingyu, you’re the tallest one here, it’s futile to hide – our plans have been delayed, and we lost our last deal.”
If there’s one thing that distinguishes Seungcheol, Jihoon thinks, it would be a voice that commanded the silence of a crowd and that carried clearly over an entire room.
(“Cheol… With that voice of yours, I can picture you becoming a rapper in an alternate universe,” Jihoon’s a lot more open after an evening of drinking, and it’s not an unfamiliar sight to find the university students having similar conversations on their shared apartment floor.
“In your dreams, Hoon,” Seungcheol snorts, although Jihoon sobers up quickly at his words.
omg I knew this day would come,,, the day when I would be called out for my bs. Hopefully I’ll have something up soon but for now here’s a teaser for something I’m working on:
You were… Prettier than he expected, and the way your eyes widened at the sight of him was so pure and innocent that all at once he felt uncomfortable in your presence. Jihoon felt his voice catch in his throat and his lips glue shut, a phenomenon that left him unable to speak. And he saw starlight in your eyes so bright that he got lost in them, wondering if he could follow your light all the way on a paved path back to normalcy. It felt dangerous in a sense, to be so easily taken aback and ripped out of his element; but like a moth, he always found himself drawn to flames.
S.Coups: "We must sit in an unusual way to write the exam. I will call by number, in alpha order. Seungkwan you are first, enter the cave, we'll see if you survive."
Jeonghan: "Haha, joke's on you. Since I took a bath in the River Styx, I'm basically immortal."
Joshua: "QUIET. The next person to speak has detention. . . Now, does anyone know the answer to question 3? Yes, Hansol?"
"I think it's--"
"sIkE, NoW yoU've goT DeTentIoN."
Jun: "So now I have over 10 years worth of sketches of The Underworld stacked inside my house. . . I framed two of the sketches because they were so pretty. I'll probably make a patchwork quilt out of the rest."
Wonwoo: "No homework? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over my two PhDs."
Hoshi: "I could do this in kindergarten."
"I didn't even know what a number was in kindergarten."
"Well, it was senior kindergarten."
Woozi: "That was a very interesting comment. You know what would make it more interesting? If you kept it to yourself."
The8: "You're going to kill your son, and God will laugh at you because you're stupid."
DK: "I finally get the number B."
Student: "So Mr. Kim broke 2 bridges?"
*CRASH*
Mingyu: "Oops."
Seungkwan: "Even I look at it and think OH SHITTTT."
Vernon: "YOLO price for 10 dollars."
Chan: "Haha, doesn't my pointer stick kind of look like nunchucks?" *continues to swing around pointer stick and make pew pew pew noises*
Before y’all start… Yes, it is late but exams had me studying for hours. I just couldn’t end my day without this though because Jun. Deserves. The. World. So here’s to an end of #Happy_Jun_Day. He looked so happy and wholesome and lovely. Prince of China has risen once again! Happy (ever so slightly belated) birthday love!