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S.COUPS in RUN-UP TO THE LEAP — 2024

Peek A Gyu | Kim Mingyu

Synopsis: On a peaceful morning while hanging out with your best friend, Mingyu, he accidentally lets it slip that he finds you cute.  Pairing: Mingyu x gn! reader Genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, non-idol au | sfw Word Count: 1.9k words Warnings: harmless teasing, food | requested by anon A/n: Inspired by this vid. 

“Who is a good little puppy? Yes, yes, it’s you!!” You cooed, tickling your new puppy, Mango, on his tummy. Mango let out a happy yelp, contentedly squirming around in your lap. 

“Ahem.”

At the sound of Mingyu clearing his throat for attention, you looked up from your puppy. You raised your brows at the sight of your large, tall best friend’s poor attempt to hide himself behind a small pillow. 

You shook your head, but propped Mango up, directing his attention towards Mingyu, “Mango! Look, where’s Mingoo?”

As if on cue, Mingyu popped his head up from behind the pillow. With a toothy grin, and his adorable fangs on display, Mingyu chirped, “Peek a Boo!”

Mango barked eagerly. He wiggled around, trying to escape your grasp. You pouted, letting Mango scramble out of your arms towards Mingyu. Mingyu smiled at you smugly, placing the pillow on his lap and scooping Mango into his embrace. 

Mingyu rubbed his cheek against Mango’s soft, fluffy fur, “You like me better than Y/n don’t you Mango? It’s because I play peek a boo with isn’t it?”

Snapping a quick picture of Mingyu and Mango, you scoff, “Since when does Mango like you better? You’re just jealous because Mango and I had the loveliest cuddle time last night. Meanwhile, you were whining because you had to sleep on the couch. All alone.”

Mingyu sulked. He pressed his face closer to Mango, murmuring, “No… I’m not.”

Sensing Mingyu was mildly distressed, Mango’s ears flopped downwards. He pawed at Mingyu’s chest, whining. 

Mingyu nodded sadly at Mango, “See, Y/n doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Take that back!”

“No.”

“Kim Mingyu, you mango head, take it back.”

Like a petulant child, Mingyu shook his head, snubbing you, “No.”

Mango looked between you and Mingyu. Deciding you were being mean to Mingyu, he whined loudly. He swiped a tiny paw in your direction, giving you a betrayed look. He usually only looked at you like that when you were trying to save his life by refusing to give him chocolates since it was toxic to dogs. 

You huffed, closing your eyes and crossing your arms, “One tiny peek a boo, and my son has turned against me.”

A short while later, feeling a soft paw against your arm, you open your eyes.

“PEEK A BOO!!” Mingyu screamed, throwing his arms wide open to reveal Mango curled up on his lap. 

You tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably. You burst out in a fit of giggles, “Okay okay, you got me. You are forgiven.”

Mingyu gently shifted himself so he was now next to you. Running your fingers slowly over Mango’s fur, Mango licked your hand before burrowing himself deeper into Mingyu’s lap, enjoying the warmth radiating from Mingyu. Soon, Mango began to fall asleep. 

You snuggled closer to Mingyu, resting your head on his shoulders. You gazed fondly at Mango. How could a puppy be so adorable? When you walked past the animal shelter on the way to get groceries two weeks ago, you didn’t expect to fall in love with the small puppy staring at you from the window. But there was something about his little tail wagging, his stumpy legs, his little tongue sticking out from his mouth, and his eyes that drew you in closer.

If you were being honest with yourself, your first impression of Mango was that he reminded you of Mingyu. In many ways, Mingyu was like an oversized, easily excitable golden retriever. You adored the way Mingyu would bound up to you, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. Your heart fluttered at the comparison of Mango’s mannerisms to Mingyu. Mingyu had a habit of sticking his tongue out slightly to the side when he was concentrating on something. Perhaps that comparison was the main reason why you walked into the animal shelter that day, groceries long forgotten, and adopted Mango. And perhaps why you named your new puppy, Mango, after Mingyu.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you were unaware of Mingyu’s affectionate stare. Truth be told, Mingyu was jealous of Mango. Inwardly, Mingyu sulked. He was so used to receiving 100% of your attention when you were together, but now he had to share with Mango. Still, he couldn’t deny that seeing you with a small little puppy made you seem hundreds of times cuter to him. Your expressions were cute when you cooed at Mango. Your squeals were cute when you saw Mango do something adorable. Even your (sometimes incoherent) babbles were cute when you were telling Mingyu about all the things Mango achieved that day. 

To Mingyu, you were just so darn cute. 

Mingyu gulped. He could feel your breath against his neck begin to even out, a sign you were about to fall asleep or that you had fallen asleep. He sat as still as possible, not wanting to move an inch. But as he relished in the feeling of your close proximity to him, he absentmindedly raised a hand to pat your head. 

“What are you doing?”

“You look cute.”

There was a pregnant pause. As the realisation of what he did, and what he said set in, Mingyu’s eyes widened. He recoiled his hand from on top of your head, sputtering, “Sorry… I didn’t mean… That was an accident…”

Your cheeks warmed. Coughing to cover up your shock, embarrassment, and the millions of butterflies which were currently fluttering in your stomach, you sat up, waving him off awkwardly, “Ahh. Don’t worry about it Mingoo, we’ve been best friends for a while now, I think it’s normal that you call me cute and pat my head. I mean, I was laying my head on your shoulders. That’s normal? Right?”

Mingyu nodded, “Right. Totally normal.”

You agreed, raising from your seat, “Uhm… maybe we should just forget about this. I’ll just go grab us some snacks.”

Hurriedly exiting the room, you leaned against the wall once you were out of Mingyu’s line of sight. You suppressed a giddy squeal, rubbing your palms on your warm face. 

 He called you cute. Kim Mingyu, your best friend, and crush, called you cute.

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A couple of days later, the “you look cute” incident was all but forgotten. You and Mingyu tried to push it to the back of your minds, and return to your previous friendship dynamic. Alas, it was virtually impossible. There was still the lingering awkwardness between you. 

Gone were your abilities to just hang out with each other without feeling the warmth spread through your bodies. Mingyu couldn’t look you in the eye when he was speaking to you, or physically be near you without jerking away from you and muttering apologies under his breath. Though, you weren’t any better. You couldn’t bring yourself to scoot closer to him, or lean your head against his shoulders. Anytime your fingers or skin brushed against his, even accidentally, a spark of electricity shot through your body, and you would shuffle away from him. 

You wondered what made it so different from times in the past when you called each other cute. Was it because you were both blissfully unaware of your feelings in the past? Was it because the compliments you paid each other in the past were usually in response to a question about your physical appearances? Well, it was all that, and the fact Mingyu mindlessly blurted the phrase “you look cute” completely unprompted. You swore you could hear the affection and sincerity in his voice. 

You shook your head, trying to clear those thoughts from your head. You were literally standing in front of Mingyu’s room, having made plans to watch a movie with him today at his house. There was no point dwelling on the awkwardness between you, because it will pass soon. Right?

Taking in a deep breath, you opened the door, making your way inside Mingyu’s room. 

“Took you long enough, I was thinking I might have to start watching the movie without you.”

You scoffed, “I’m two minutes late, sue me. Do you have any snacks?”

Mingyu let out a laugh, holding up a bag of chips and shaking them around. Grinning, you made your way to his couch. You climbed into the empty space next to him, cringing internally when Mingyu shifted away from you ever so slightly, but you elected to ignore it. Instead, you nudged at him to begin playing the movie, relishing in the way the sounds from the movie helped to cut through the awkwardness that had settled over the room. 

Halfway through the movie, as you were chewing on a potato chip, you felt a weight on your shoulders and something soft tickling your neck. Mid-chew, you stiffened. You could hear Mingyu’s soft breathing from your side. 

Slowly, you turned your head to glance at him. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep? You swallowed thickly, almost choking on the remnants of your potato chip in the process. Daring not to move any further, out of fear you might wake him up, you tried to sit as still as possible and refocus your attention on the movie. 

But, your eyes kept drifting back to the dark tuft of hair which was still brushing against your neck. Soon, the movie was long forgotten. You began admiring your best friend’s features. His long, luscious eyelashes, adorable button nose, pink lips, which were formed into a small pout. 

How could someone be so cute?

Hesitantly, you raised your hand, letting it come to rest on top of his head. You almost squealed out loud at the way your hand sank into his fluff hair. You thread your fingers through his hair, combing through the strands slowly. There was only one word to describe Mingyu’s hair, and that was soft. His hair reminded you of Mango’s fur. You snickered quietly at the thought. Mingyu would always be like an overgrown puppy to you. 

To your surprise, Mingyu’s body began to shake slightly underneath your touch. Looking down at him, you could see the tips of his ears were pink. His hands were covering his mouth, and you could tell he was trying to restrain himself from smiling and giggling. 

You flushed, ceasing your movements and taking your hand off from his head. You thought he was sleeping. You weren’t supposed to get caught. This must have been how he felt the other day…

Feeling the sensation of your hand lifting from his head, Mingyu sat up. 

“Sorry.” You whispered softly. 

Blushing wildly, Mingyu shook his head, shyly admitting, “No, don’t be. Actually, I like you… wait… no… that’s not what I meant…”

Realising what he just said, Mingyu slapped his hand over his face in alarm, sputtering, “WAIT. No, I mean I don’t like you. No, wait. That’s not right, because I DO LIKE YOU. I… I mean…”

Your eyes widened at Mingyu’s sudden confession, and a smile began to spread across your face as the realisation sank in. Deciding to put Mingyu out of his misery as he was still stuttering and fumbling over his words, you placed your hands on top of his, causing him to stiffen under your touch. 

Prying his hands open, you launch yourself forward until your face was almost touching his. You stared fondly into his sparkling eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in them for a while. God they were mesmerising. 

Finally, remembering what you wanted to do, you said softly, “Peek a Gyu. I like you too!”

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lee seokmin + "holding on to us"

<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge

“Hi, cutie! You look a lot like my Seokminnie!!” 

You reach out to capture his cheeks with both hands, giggling and squishing his cheeks in glee. He notes how your makeup looks a little runny, that your friends were nowhere around, and that the bartender was keeping you both under a watchful eye. Your phone lights up next to you at a notification, and Seokmin manages to catch what you were looking at so intensely before he walked up to you; a picture of the both of you, taken at a friend’s birthday party only a few months ago.

Before you had broken up.

Seokmin smells the fruity alcohol oozing from you. He kneels down in front of your seat, head tilting as he examines you from head to toe. The bar’s music continues to thump on around you, and the way you’re ditzy even while sitting lets him know just what kind of night you are having.

“I am Seokminnie, pretty.” He can’t help but smile at the way you lit up at the new information, his nickname for you unconsciously slipping through. His hand can’t help but smooth over your hair, petting you as affectionately as he used to.

“Really?! I’ve missed you!” You squeal in excitement, squishing his cheeks even more as you turn towards the pitiful bartender. “See, Yena! I told you he’d come!”

Yena stares back at Seokmin, concern latched on her features as she slides you a water. “She’s had a bit too much to drink, I think.” She gestures towards the cup. “Get her to drink a bit before you leave– don’t do anything either of you might regret.”

Seokmin nods solemnly, lifting the cup to your lips. Wiping the countertop, Yena continues: “Um… She was crying. Like, a lot.” She looks at you, obediently drinking water while swaying to the music, then locks eyes with Seokmin again. “Take care of her.” She doesn’t let Seokmin answer, already whisking away to tend to another customer elsewhere.

“Of course,” he mutters, to himself more than anything. “Always.”

Turning to you, he grabs your small bag before tugging you onto your feet, stabilising you with a strong arm wrapped around your waist. 

The already uncomfortable sting in his chest continues to grow as he feels you cosy up to his side, slotting yourself next to him like you were never apart. It's crazy how muscle memory works, both of you fitting into each other like it's second nature. Like it was second nature, he reminds himself again.

“Okay, pretty, let’s get you home, yeah?”

mingyu is absentmindedly scrolling through instagram reels when he finds a video of a content creator in his kitchen. his caption is simple enough: meals i made for my girlfriend this week.

mingyu watches, slightly bored, as the influencer shows off everything from at-home matcha lattes to vegetable omelettes. he's just about to scroll away when the influencer shows off the last meal: a bento box.

mingyu rewatches that part once. thrice, even. he's had dosirak countless of times before, but this one is different. it's— cute.

mingyu looks up a hashtag of #bentoboxlunch and is absolutely floored. there's rice shaped like sanrio characters, and boiled eggs with nori eyes, and hotdogs cut up to look like octopi!

mingyu, who has always taken pride in cooking for you, in making your favorites of bibim-guksu and jajangmyeon, finds an entirely new purpose.

mingyu blows an inordinate amount of money on supplies. character picks, rice shapers, vegetable cutters. in between schedules, he watches how-to videos. when you're asleep at night or he wakes up earlier than you in the morning, he quietly pads around the kitchen to practice.

mingyu spends a good three or so months stealing away this new hobby, hiding it from you, until he decides his skills are up to par. with the intensity of which he's going about this, you'd think he's competing on master chef.

mingyu who, one morning, nonchalantly informs you, "i packed you lunch. let me know how you like it, okay?" you try to tell him that it isn't necessary, that you're a grown adult, thank you very much, but he pouts and whines until you take the lunch box anyway.

mingyu, whose leg bounces up and down all the hours leading up to noon.

mingyu, who has gotten a lot of praise across his life for many things. his skills as an idol. his physical appearance. but this? the text he gets of you gushing over the puppy-shaped mashed potatoes, over the boiled egg that's been cut to look like cherry blossoms? this is definitely a top five compliment.

mingyu enjoys this way too much. he learns more and more over time. heart-shaped tamagoyaki, doraemon constructed out of seaweed, rice that looks like snoopy. you tell him he's going overboard, doing too much, but how can anything be 'too much' when it's you?

mingyu doesn't even understand why he loves doing all this until, one day, you present to him sandwiches that have been cut in to stars and melon slices that are molded like diamonds. the sandwich is a bit dry, and the melon is out of season, but mingyu doesn't care. it's the best damn meal he's ever eaten.

mingyu, who has to hold himself back from proposing on the spot when you tease him, i love you, i want us both to eat well.

mingyu, who thinks to himself that he would cook for you for the rest of his life, if you'd let him.

by sheer luck, @bluehoodiewoozi and i confirmed we are truly soulmates

The Correct Way to Spray Perfume — W.Korea (2024)

obligatory height difference joke

Broken Crowns and Shattered Thrones // Lee Seokmin // prince!au

[PART 02 of my Witchy October Drabbles series]

When he first came to you, he had been a prince. 

Proud and handsome, so wise but so naive all the same. Though he had once been the pride of the nation, he barely resembled that after the coup swept across the country. Prince Seokmin had appeared at your cottage and asked for your help with fearful eyes, his armour tattered and his skin bruised from the fight for his throne. 

“I just need a place to stay and recover,” he’d told you back then. “I vow it won’t be long.”

And yet here he was, joyfully singing beautiful tunes to the enchanted raven you had once accidentally created, gathering herbs from your garden and the woods. It’s been over a year. His armour had been forgotten, hidden at the bottom of a wooden chest, and his bruises had healed, giving way to gorgeous smiles. He’s made himself at home with you, greeting you with a cup of ginger tea in the mornings and sending you off to bed with a soft kiss on the forehead each evening.

You knew there was a part of him that longed for what he’d once had: the throne, the crown, the love of the people. And a part of you wished you could’ve seen him when he was still glorious and powerful and commanded the armies with a flick of his fingers. But the coup had been too powerful to stop. They’d already found and crowned a new king and maybe – you selfishly thought – it was better for Seokmin this way. 

Though his once royal self, adorned in jewels and the finest silks, must have been a sight to behold, you liked the Seokmin you saw in your gardens so much more. You had fallen in love with his smile and singing and sweet nature – there was no denying the truth. And as fate would have it, he saw something in you as well. It was during his third month at the cottage that he’d confessed his love for you and for a moment you had seen that same fear in his eyes as on the first day you met, but you had embraced him and the glint of fear never made an appearance again.

Until today.

Startled by something unseen by you, he ran into the cottage with your raven in tow. After slamming the heavy oak door shut, he turned to you and there you saw it again: anxiety, distress, fear. 

Before you could even ask what had happened, your raven spoke, “Armed soldiers. Coming this way.”

There were only so many reasons they could’ve come. Witches were exempt from taxes and you had stayed out of trouble your whole life, barely ever even leaving your cottage, so they probably weren’t there for you. But Seokmin? They had every reason to seek him out.

But as you turned to comfort him, to tell him you’d handle it (though you’d never tell him how dark of a magic you’d have to use to protect him), he reached to hold you by the shoulders. Eyes on yours, trembling as they were, he spoke in a tone you could only describe as regal, “Stay here. I won’t let them touch you. It’s me they want.”

The protests on your tongue died as he pressed his lips to yours. And before you could recover, he was already out the door, his sword – kept sharp and polished by a spell you had once found – in hand.

After a moment of shock, you rushed to the door, looking out, ready to go and stand by him. You feared the worst. It must have been former revolutionaries sent to end the previous dynasty’s bloodline. And you could not let that happen, not when he was so dear to you.

What you found outside felt worse though. Your insides were turning and you froze in the doorway as you watched one of the knights reach out a hand holding a golden crown. You vaguely heard their words, begging their prince to come back and take back his throne. 

You weren’t sure why it sounded even scarier than your first fear. Why was it that the idea of Seokmin being alive but so far from you, separated by not geography and social class, seemed worse? At least he’d live (but you weren’t so sure you could survive without him). 

Seokmin took the crown from the knight, held it in his hand, and your breath got caught in your throat even though you wanted to scream and tell him to stop. This is it, you thought to yourself sorrowfully, this is how I lose him. 

You were certain he couldn’t say no – he missed being a prince, you were sure he did. He must have missed the lavish meals, the non-scratchy clothes, warm baths and all the riches in the world. He could find another girlfriend within a day, someone smarter and prettier and less witchy.

A crash sounded. The sound of stones scraping against metal. 

Startled by the sound, you awoke from your thoughts and gasped at the sight. He’d thrown the crown at the feet of the knights. His voice boomed between the woods as he spoke, “I have no desire to lead you! Find yourself a new prince.”

The knights tried to argue once more – and it was then that you realised that they must have been arguing, trying to convince him this whole time – but Seokmin raised his sword in a threatening manner. “Leave. Never come here again.”

Though they were greater in numbers, they were too loyal and respectful to fight their prince’s orders. As he lowered his sword, they lowered their heads in a bow before climbing onto their white horses. They left, accompanied by the sound of their swords and armour clinking.

For a moment you saw Seokmin in his royal glory as he had once been – proud and wise and taut with responsibility. 

Then his shoulders relaxed and he left out a breath. When he turned to come back, he seemed surprised and even worried to see you there. But then he smiled that warm, bright smile and all worries galloped into the woods, side by side with the knights, going far away from your minds.

When he first came to you, he had been a prince. 

But now, in front of you, he was just your Seokmin.

want it, got it | yoon jeonghan

suggestive, strangers to lovers | 1102 words | alcohol consumption

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The air is filled with the throbbing beat of the music, a hypnotic rhythm that reverberates through the room, drawing people to the dance floor like moths to a flame. Among the throng of dancers, you move with deliberate grace, your eyes locked on your target—a guy standing by the bar, casually sipping his drink.

You lean closer to your friend, one hand cupping your mouth while the other gestures towards the bar. Your drink sloshes dangerously in your hand, uncaring that drops of the liquor splash onto your hand instead. “Lia!” Your voice sounds hushed over the music. “You see that guy over there?”

“Who?” She yells. The DJ is being annoyingly loud today. She points her head towards the guy by the bar. “That guy?”

Said guy was running his hand through his long dark hair with one hand, the other occupied by a drink. The strobing lights above seem to highlight his delicate features even more as he turns away, showcasing more of his alluring side profile.

You nod, eyes never leaving him. “That’s my boyfriend.”

Lia stares at you incredulously. “Really? When did that start?”

“He doesn’t know that yet, though.”

She spits out the vodka she was drinking. Damn, what a waste of a good drink. “Oh my god!” She doesn’t hesitate to playfully slap your arm when you throw your head back laughing. “I thought you were serious!”

“I am! I’ll make him!”

You quickly down the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn forming in your throat. Just as you reopen your eyes, the man’s eyes locked contact with you. Your heart skips a beat when he winks at you– you’re almost sure the sudden flush on your cheeks was not because of the alcohol in your system.

“You’re insane!” Lia rolls her eyes, nudging your shoulder and giggling. “Use protection!”

You throw a drunken grin at your friend. Just like that, you blow your best friend a kiss with a cheeky wave goodbye. She watches as you skip across the dancefloor, moving to lean against the bar counter next to the alluring stranger. With a final, purposeful adjustment to your dress– a sleek, white number that shimmered in the club's lights– you made your way towards him.

"Is this seat taken?" you ask, your voice smooth and sultry, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

He turns to look at you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. He smiles, a hint of intrigue in his gaze. "Not at all," he replies, his voice alluring. “L/n Y/n.”

“Yoon Jeonghan. Nice to meet you, Y/n”

"Wanna dance?"

He hesitates for only a moment before setting his drink down and taking your hand. Together, you move to the dance floor, the crowd closing in around you. The music seems to pulse through your bodies as you dance, your movements synchronized, the space between you both narrowing with each beat.

You let your hands trail all over his shoulders, your fingers tracing the contours of his collarbones as you move closer. You could feel the heat of his skin, the quickening of his breath. You look up at him, your eyes locking onto his for the second time that night.

"You're a good dancer," you murmur, your lips tantalizingly close to his.

"So are you," he replies, his voice deep with desire. He peeks around you, towards the direction you came from.

“So, what’s this? A bet?” He steps closer to you, his body pressing against yours. A sharp, citrus scent overwhelms you; a welcome change from the sweaty muskiness throughout the rest of the club.

“Saw you whispering with your friend just now. What do you need angel? My name? My number?” He leans into you, hovering by your neck. You can feel his warm breath against your skin heating you up.

“… Something else, perhaps?”

He sees your ears turn red and laughs, a melodic sound that contrasts against the blaring music. Pulling away a little, he lifts one of your hands towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss before he nuzzles against it.

Your hand feels tiny in his. It feels surprisingly delicate, you think. You let your hands linger for a while more before you pull him closer. Your head says ‘fuck it’, already consumed by drunken bravery, and your mouth opens before your brain even finishes processing your actions. Gesturing behind you, your eyes seem to glint with mischief. “I told my friend you’re my boyfriend, but she didn’t believe me.”

Watching you pout adorably despite your scandalous attire is doing things to him. Jeonghan sucks in a breath; he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s been entranced by you ever since he noticed you across the club at the start of the night.

He tilts his head to the side, dark locks falling across his eyes. “Hmm? That sounds like a problem.” His arm snakes around your waist, nibbling on your ear. “We should fix that, right?”

Your arms wrap around his neck as you start peppering small kisses in between his clavicle and neck, letting out a giggle when you feel Jeonghan’s breath hitch. He sighs, hand relaxing on your waist when you start to nip on his lobe.

“Wai-” He sets his drink down. “Woah, hold on angel.” His thumb caresses your cheekbones, and you lean into his touch. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret– Are you sure?”

See, if you were sober, you wouldn’t dare to fathom going off with some stranger you met in a club. But, as you spot Lia shooting thumbs up from the corner of your eye– as cherry vodka runs through your veins, as Jeonghan stares at you with such seriousness– you’re none the wiser.

“Give me your phone.”

He watches you with mirth as you take his phone from him, sending a quick message to Lia’s number before returning the phone.

“There. Now my friend knows who to find if I go missing.”

He raises a brow at you, still amused by you. “If you go missing?”

“You could be a serial killer, for all I know.” you slide your hand down his chest, feeling him shake in laughter at your words. You hit him playfully at that. “Hey! Being a girl is dangerous, okay!”

“I get it, I get it!” he laughs again. “I promise I’m not a serial killer. I’m supposed to be your boyfriend, right?”

You look up at him through hooded eyes. “Then yes.”

“Yes– yeah. Okay.” A lazy grin graces his face. He gestures towards the exit. “Shall we, then?”

jeon wonwoo + “when stars fall apart”

<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge

when stars fall apart– no, you think. stars can’t fall apart. they’re made of hot gas. you shake your head and try again.

when stars collapse and explode– yeah, that’s more like it– a supernova occurs. a big explosion, if you will, blowing away everything around it. a dying star.

you see remnants of a dying star, a dying light in wonwoo’s eyes, your reflection in the middle of it all.

you stare at each other in silence. you don’t know what to do; if you speak, you fear you might say things that would worsen things even more. 

“hey, hey. why are you crying?” his voice is so tender and fragile, it almost makes you crumble. almost. you don’t even realise that tears are streaming down your face until you feel wonwoo wiping them away, damp fingers brushing against the apples of your cheeks. 

you voice barely comes out as a whisper. “you’re leaving me.”

“i’m sorry.”

“you don’t even seem sad.”

he sighs. wonwoo’s shoulders visibly sag at your words. you averted your gaze, focusing on your feet to avoid meeting his eyes when he tilted your head up again, scattering the softest kisses everywhere on your face before landing on your lips. you feel his breath against you as he leans against your forehead, one hand cradling your face while the other grasps your tightly balled hands.

it takes everything in you to stop crying again then and there, lips trembling as you bite down on them. he kisses your lips again, and then once more on the tip of your nose.

the next time he speaks, his voice seemed to have dropped even more. a pained smile graces his face. 

“this is how i cry.” he lets out a chuckle when you pout. “i’ll cry when i’m back home. until then, i just want to cherish our now.”

that triggers you to hit lightly at him. your clenched fists stay against his chest, his own hand enveloping yours. “jeon wonwoo!”

he laughs again. it’s wet, like he’s holding himself back. your eyes glimmer from the tears welling up again.

“i’ll miss you.”

your breath hitches in your throat. “me too.”

it’s silent again, the both of you basking in each other’s presence. then, you uttered the words so quietly, they nearly miss him.

“do you think… in another life…” 

he doesn’t even let you finish. “maybe.” his eyes flutter shut. “maybe, if the circumstances were different…” 

“…oh.” 

suddenly, you’re pushing yourself away from him. you quickly wipe your eyes with your sleeves, before plastering a fake smile.

“um. have a safe flight, i guess.”

wonwoo opens his mouth as if to say something, hesitating before finally replying. 

“thanks. get home safe, okay?”

“yeah, of course.”

and with a turn of your heel, a final twist of fate, you parted ways again– this time for good.

This blog was supposed to stay between me and god considering the stuff i’m reblogging there and then i was like what if i let aiyu know? 🧐 i love you’re fics but you literally broke my heart with that angst damn @svtficsarchive

oH 🤭 i am so not sorry for that hehe maybe please be prepared for more ☺️

Seungkwan + “Nobody” by Wonder Girls

jeon wonwoo + when stars fall apart

<500 | angst | writing challenge

when stars fall apart– no, you think. stars can’t fall apart. they’re made of hot gas. you shake your head and try again.

when stars collapse and explode– yeah, that’s more like it– a supernova occurs. a big explosion, if you will, blowing away everything around it. a dying star.

you see remnants of a dying star, a dying light in wonwoo’s eyes, your reflection in the middle of it all.

you stare at each other in silence. you don’t know what to do; if you speak, you fear you might say things that would worsen things even more. 

“hey, hey. why are you crying?” his voice is so tender and fragile, it almost makes you crumble. almost. you don’t even realise that tears are streaming down your face until you feel wonwoo wiping them away, damp fingers brushing against the apples of your cheeks. 

you voice barely comes out as a whisper. “you’re leaving me.”

“i’m sorry.”

“you don’t even seem sad.”

he sighs. wonwoo’s shoulders visibly sag at your words. you averted your gaze, focusing on your feet to avoid meeting his eyes when he tilted your head up again, scattering the softest kisses everywhere on your face before landing on your lips. you feel his breath against you as he leans against your forehead, one hand cradling your face while the other grasps your tightly balled hands.

it takes everything in you to stop crying again then and there, lips trembling as you bite down on them. he kisses your lips again, and then once more on the tip of your nose.

the next time he speaks, his voice seemed to have dropped even more. a pained smile graces his face. 

“this is how i cry.” he lets out a chuckle when you pout. “i’ll cry when i’m back home. until then, i just want to cherish our now.”

that triggers you to hit lightly at him. your clenched fists stay against his chest, his own hand enveloping yours. “jeon wonwoo!”

he laughs again. it’s wet, like he’s holding himself back. your eyes glimmer from the tears welling up again.

“i’ll miss you.”

your breath hitches in your throat. “me too.”

it’s silent again, the both of you basking in each other’s presence. then, you uttered the words so quietly, they nearly miss him.

“do you think… in another life…” 

he doesn’t even let you finish. “maybe.” his eyes flutter shut. “maybe, if the circumstances were different…” 

“…oh.” 

suddenly, you’re pushing yourself away from him. you quickly wipe your eyes with your sleeves, before plastering a fake smile.

“um. have a safe flight, i guess.”

wonwoo opens his mouth as if to say something, hesitating before finally replying. 

“thanks. get home safe, okay?”

“yeah, of course.”

and with a turn of your heel, a final twist of fate, you parted ways again– this time for good.

till we get there

pairing: idol!yoon jeonghan x non idol!afab!reader

synopsis: dating someone who always leaves isn't easy and you know that. but jeonghan had always made you feel it would all be alright.

w.c: 3.7k

tags: idol!au, established relationship, sharing a bed, long distance things, fluff, slight hurt to comfort (lmk if i missed anything!)

warnings: npr, profanity, brief description of a panic attack, has talks of marriage and kids, uh his enlistment (please take note that im approaching this as the normal enlistment as it is not confirmed by the company at the moment about which specific branch he's in. also please give way to inaccuracies as i am not also well versed of the exact steps of enlistments)

a/n: i've been so emo for jeonghan and ik you are too. idk he's just so comforting. i feel he's been successful with his desire of being an idol people can feel close to. i expected the enlistment and i do see it as a responsibility he has a citizen but i think it is alright to also miss him even if time will pass by fast! the first one is always the hardest kghjkfd.

i also wrote this with @welcometomyoasis and @svtiddiess in mind. a gift to my jeonghan girlies who are in need of some fluff. I hope you like this <3

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No Age Indicator/Minors/Blank blogs/Serial Likers will be blocked!

You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Jeonghan, it means you’d have to date his idol career too. It was not something you’d have on your strict checklist of traits in your dream man but loving Jeonghan was just so…easy. 

He’s gentle, kind, thoughtful, hardworking, and anytime you’re with him, it’s never anything you’d expect. Sometimes you’re welcomed by the comforting lull of his presence but sometimes, he keeps you on your toes with his little pranks and gestures. 

Loving him just came naturally that you couldn’t even count the cost of his career as something that would make you hesitate a little.

And he’d been so kind to you with it as well, making sure you understood that being with him meant late night dates, less public outings, masks, not being home most days, not being able to frequently meet each other’s families, and schedules that would have to take priority over your pre-planned ones. He wouldn’t be physically present for most of your milestones and sadly, even on days you need him most. 

Jeonghan recognizes it won’t be a normal relationship nor an easy one. He knows that these are all valid grounds to not pursue the relationship at all, but you were so adamant and sure—you love him and he loves you, that’s what you need for now.

It had not been easy, some days and seasons testing limits you didn’t know were there but Jeonghan made it work. He knew you’d be suffering the harsher end of it all (which you argued that he took the brunt of it), so he always makes sure in his own little ways that he wants you in his life. That’s enough for you to keep on, even if he can be a little shit, calling you the names of the seven dwarves in rotation.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just hang out at home? It’s pretty late,” you ask for the third time that night, cautiously glancing around for anyone who might recognize your boyfriend. It would be difficult to, given the time of the night and how he made sure you both wore masks, beanies, and clothes that he wouldn’t wear a second time in public as Seventeen’s Jeonghan.

“I’m sure, Sleepy,” he tells you, patting the picnic mat he rented from earlier, “Besides, we never get to go out often.”

He nods over to his side, coaxing you into sitting with him so you could bask in the sleepy sounds of the city and watch its glow and shimmer along the Han River. Your eyes soften at the sight of him, all bundled up in a thick jacket, mask, glasses and a worn beanie. “I know, but…you just came from practice, you and the boys are tired–”

“-and Wonwoo and Jihoon still hit the gym after while Hoshi went biking.”

He pointedly looked between you and his open arm and you gave in with a quiet sigh. Settling beside him with a grunt, you shuffle into the space he opens for you, tucking you close to himself. 

Jeonghan, compared to the rest of his members, always seemed the most delicate. Yet here, you always feel safe when held in his embrace; whatever prior understanding you had of strength and safety equaled big and intimidating had been cast away in favor of soft touches, sound judgment, quick discernment, and the doting nature of your lover.

The night is tranquill like this, it feels like it's just made for you. Where the world is slower, with the passersby oblivious to his status, leaving you in your own little pocket of peace. You close your eyes and let your soul rest.

“Thank you, Hannie,” you whisper, nuzzling closer into the cold fabric of his jacket. Humming softly, he squeezes your arm and rests his cheek on your head. 

“No need to thank me. I love being with you.”

Whenever Jeonghan leaves for an overseas tour, he always spends the night at yours. It’s rarely anything extravagant, you want him to feel rested and relaxed before the rigorous schedules that follow. He’s always bone tired when he arrives but he greets you softly, sleepily, pulling you into a slow kiss. And while you insist that he hurries to bed, he takes his time and tells you there’s no rush when there’s forever with you.

It makes you blush, sputter and hit his arm because no one’s got forever in them.

But he smiles and tilts your chin, gazing at you so tenderly you think you could cry at the sincerity in them. 

“But there is, Grumpy.”

You don’t argue, but you do bury your face into his neck, skin burning with fondness that bursts from within. 

The night is a quiet affair, Jeonghan gets into your hot shower while you heat up dinner from hours before. He’ll rummage through the drawer reserved for him and get dressed before he goes through your skincare. His skincare line put yours to shame, so he purchased two of each product for you to use; ignoring the fact that your stack of boxes and bags from his ambassador brands are steadily growing in the corner. 

By the time he’s done, you’re both sitting at the coffee table, not the dining table. You feel closer this way, cross legged and snug against each other while you eat. He’ll ask you about your day and sometimes, you hesitate because what’s your life like compared to his? You don’t say it out loud of course, but Jeonghan’s observant and it makes him frown. He chides you with a drawn out ‘Eeeyy!’ and a pinch to your cheek. 

Jeonghan tells you he works the same as you do, it’s not the same but at the end of the day it's still work. He wants to be a part of your life, so whenever you settle with, “Today has been good.” He would follow it up with questions that show you he pays attention to every little thing you’ve mentioned. Did Mr. Lee admit to hogging all the sugar sticks by the coffee machine?  What was going on between your two co-workers and that one guy from HR? Did the stray cat by your building have her litter? Are you thinking of taking one home? 

That usually gets you going, talking to him about everything and anything. He listens to you and you pretend not to notice the tilt of his head or the way his gentle gaze drifts between your eyes and lips. He’d comment once in a while, laugh at your silly side notes, and gasp at the juiciest details of your office gossip.

Jeonghan makes you feel special this way. He makes you feel heard and seen. 

By the time you’re both finished catching up, he’ll only have four hours left before he has to leave. This always makes you feel guilty but your boyfriend doesn’t mind. As much as he’s easily tuckered out, time passing does not seem like a concern to him at all when it comes to you. But you know he’ll be drowsy and he’ll get sick at this rate so it's always up to you to be wary of the time. 

You leave the dishes on the sink for tomorrow and tug him into bed with you. Setting an alarm on his phone, he shimmies under the covers to pull you against him. You smile against his collarbone, giddy at the fact that he smells like you. It tells you that he’s yours, and even if you’d had all those other nights before where you’re tangled in each other’s embrace. It is a strange thought. You told him once that you’re only borrowing him from the world and it’s on quiet nights like these that you’re reminded he is yours. 

However, Jeonghan likes to remind you of that too as he dips his head to press his lips against your forehead.

He would apologize for leaving you again, but before he can get a word out, you’ll playfully tug his hair to silence him till he gives in with a deep chuckle. 

His hair tickles your temples and sometimes, it gets too hot but you don’t let go. You’re content wrapped around him like this, arm thrown around his waist, legs intertwined, and head tucked against his shoulder. 

There’s no long winded goodbye or whispers of reassurance. You’re long past that because you’re sure.

Jeonghan always comes home and he always comes home to you.

Come morning, he’s gone with a ghost of his lips against yours and his pet rock, Doljjong sitting on your bedside by your phone, dutifully watching over you.

“I leave you alone a lot, don’t I? I’m sorry…one day, it won't have to be like this.”

“Doljjongie, watch over her for me, okay?”

You know it's stupid and you know you shouldn’t. Jeonghan has a concert tonight, you can wait for three days before he’s home and tell him about the horrible day you had.

But you’re dry heaving, crying, and shaking and you just want to hear his voice. You want to blame the tears that blur your vision and trembling fingers for pressing call on your lover’s contact.

It goes through unanswered and you don’t call him again.

After all, he must be getting his makeup done and outfit ready by now. You force yourself to calm down, to just shrug it off because you’ve dealt with shit nastier than just a bad day. What frustrates you is that you cannot pinpoint just why you’re affected this badly and that in turn makes you cry more.

Jeonghan’s texts come in after fifteen minutes. And you’re shaking fingers can’t seem to type out a decent reply.

evil queen: hey, dopey, what’s up?

evil queen:  sorry i can’t pick up your call rn. we’re about to go in ten minutes.

evil queen: i sent soobinie a message. i hope everything is ok..you never call at a time like this. 

evil queen: soobin says she’ll come over soon. i love you always. i’ll call you back when were done.

That makes you feel immensely guilty and shy that he has to send his sister to check on you when it shouldn’t warrant that big of an effort on both their parts.

“Hey, don’t say that,” Soobin tells you later, brushing your hair away from your face before pushing a box of take out towards you, “He would be very upset to hear that. And I think he’ll agree with me when I say that if it makes you upset, it matters.”

“But you came all the way here just cause-”

“You had a panic attack,” she murmurs, rubbing your shoulder, “And  I don’t mind coming over. You don’t even have to go through my brother to have me.”

That in turn makes you cry all the more because you just know why your boyfriend is such a nurturing man, his family speaks volumes of their values.

By the time, your boyfriend’s sister is sure you’ll be okay, you’re curled up in bed, significantly better but just hollow. You’re mostly doom scrolling through cat videos and fancams of the members from the concert hours ago. At this point, it's just to ease your mind into a better mood when Jeonghan finally calls you.

You’re surprised with your own swollen eyes and blotchy cheeks when you mindlessly accept the video call. Jeonghan’s fresh out of his concert attire, dressed in the clothes he wore in his selfie earlier today, and it looked like he just entered his designated room with Seokmin. 

Just before you could ask about it, he immediately cuts you off.

“I kicked him out, don’t worry.”

“But-”

“He’s rooming with Mingyu.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean for him to-”

“I told him I wouldn’t go easy on him on the next Insomnia.”

You pause, unable to bring yourself to protest so you respond with a slow nod. Your boyfriend gently smiles, propping his phone somewhere so he could properly pay attention to you.

“Don’t you want to go and shower first?” you ask, a little miffed with how raspy your voice sounds. He shakes his head, eyes boring into your own through the screen.You know he’s tired, he’s always the first to try to leave the stage but he’s alert, watching every miniscule movement you make.

“Soobin told me a little bit of what happened.”

You nod, thanking him for sending her over even if she didn’t have to. Your boyfriend clicks his tongue in protest and you realize that you’d do the same for him too had the roles reversed. 

“Wanna tell me about it?”

His voice is kind, laced with concern and caution as he waits. You appreciate that he always asks, that he never prods when you’re vulnerable. He knows when to be playful and he knows when you need him. But your exhaustion and the late hour of the night weighs your words down that you’re simply not willing to revisit the moment again. 

Shaking your head, you know it won’t help him but you know you have to be honest as well.

Jeonghan is excellent with schooling the emotions on his face, it's one of his most useful skills in the industry. Yet you can see how his face falls when the words leave your mouth. He’s helpless and sad he can’t make your burden easier with a word of advice. His lips purse and he nods, showing you he understands and reassures you in that one gesture that it's okay.

That’s another thing you love about your boyfriend. He has a way of making you feel like it will all be okay. He doesn’t have to hype you up, distract you with a temporary fix of happiness to feel better. Instead, he stands with surety that all will be alright in time and so will you. It's a wonderful hope to have and even more so knowing Jeonghan will be right there with you.

 He knows you’ll hate the silence, and that you can’t stew in your thoughts alone–at least not until he’s around. So he starts speaking in that soft tone of his, “I thought of something today…”

You hum, showing him you’re listening.

“You know how we are often called by the carats as the Iron Deficiency Unit? It was particularly bad today. I felt the ache in my muscles, and my knees feel like they’re about to give out if I do another round of Aju Nice,” he trails off with a chuckle to which you feel your lips quirk, imagining exactly what that would look like. You wait for him to continue, but you see him bite his lips and waver. His sleepy eyes  are hyper focused on his fingers fiddling with the edge of the table and you know that if he had been in a cooler lighting, his cheeks would be dusted pink. Curiosity rises within you but you know better than to prompt your boyfriend into speaking when he is still thinking.

“It made me think. Ah, I’m nearing thirty and my body feels like it’s a sixty year old’s,” he sighs with a sheepish smile and you want to scold him and remind him he’s just tired, that he shouldn’t be too harsh on his own body. But he pauses again, formulating his next words.

“I still want to be strong enough for us, you know. I want to lift you up when we’re married like they do in the movies. I want to carry boxes of our things into our new home. I want to be able to lift things for you. I want to travel places with you and go on those outdoor adventures with you. And when we do have a family, I want to be able to hold them, run with them, and play their favorite sports with them. I want to do all those while I’m still strong enough.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his reflection, and with each word spills from his lips, there’s a small smile that stretches across his face. He was precious like this, caught up in his own little world with you in it. 

You’ve talked about marriage and family before, already at a point where you’re both sure and serious that it’s what you want. Still, when he talks about it this way, all blissful and giddy, like they weren’t mere goals but a precious dream for the both you—it makes you want to cry for an entirely different reason.

“Hang in there for me too, okay? Until we get there.”

Tears blur your vision but you nod vigorously. You both knew that sadness has to pass in its own time, but somehow his words bring a ray of light in the shrouded corner you’ve found yourself backed into. Jeonghan smiles at you gently, and you can see the pain in his eyes of not being able to wipe your tears for you. 

Still, you both knew what you were getting into with a relationship like this.

He carries on, rambling quietly about his day, humming once in a while as he potters about his hotel room and you drift to sleep.

“Good night, sleepy.”

Jeonghan always comes back. It's not anything you’ve ever worried about after the first six months you’ve dated him. You know he wouldn’t leave when given the choice. That’s why you always try to be strong for him, to be calm when he leaves so he knows you will be okay, and that you will be waiting.

“Did you pack thick socks?” you check as you watch him fit his neatly folded shirts into his duffle.

“Yes, doc.”

Jeonghan always comes back.

“How about your toiletries?”

“They provide them at the training institution.”

You hum, avoiding his gaze and focusing on the task at hand which was to help him pack. Your fingers deftly fold through the last of his clothes,and try not to show him how much harder this absence of his will be. 

It will be different from when he goes on tours, he can still call you when the time allows, he’s surrounded by loving staff and members, and you can see what he’s busy with through fancams and magazines. 

Not when he’s enlisting though. There are limitations you are well aware of, and you know it won’t be forever but it's still new to you.

You’ve successfully kept your emotions in check when you watched his father and Seungcheol cut his hair two days ago. You even managed to lightheartedly tease him about it. He clasped the loose strands between his fingers and asked if you wanted to make a doll with it in return.

Jeonghan always comes back.

He zips up his duffle, giving it a pat and you’re standing up to grab his uniform to change into. Until you remember you’ve already laid it out for him on his bed. So you turn on your heels to grab his important documents from his desk. But you already had tucked it into his bag. 

Jeonghan always comes back.

You begin tidying up the corners of his room that will be left untouched for the first two months of his training. Stacking up loose papers, fumbling with the loose wires of his chargers, and righting the furniture. Jeonghan watches you with a ghost of an amused smile at your fool’s errand until he softly calls your name.

And that was literally all it took for you to forfeit your fumbling of his drawers before you whip around and all but launch yourself into his arms. 

You will not cry. You aren’t going to make this harder than it needs to be.

So you burrow into his chest, taking in his scent and warmth that will be absent from you for longer periods of time.  You stay there, holding your breath and holding on to what you can have of him at this moment because you’re not sure when the next time will be. Jeonghan lets you, rocking your body from side to side. He tucks you deeper in his chest, like you could burrow yourself in there, make home in his heart and stay there forever. The fabric of his shirt is soft on your cheek, and you feel his heartbeat steadily thrumming against your ear. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head and says your name again. Your name, not some silly variation he’s thought of at the moment but your name.

“I’m going to say sorry even if you told me not to because you can’t pull my hair anymore,” he chuckles before he’s cut off with a whine at the sharp pinch you deliver to his side. 

“Don’t,” you warn shakily.

He shakes his head, cupping your cheeks in his hands, “But I will. I need to say it. I want to apologize for always making you wait for me.”

“But you don’t have to,” you protest stubbornly, “I knew what I was getting myself into. Besides, idol or not, you’re going to have to go through this anyway.”

Jeonghan smiles at you forlornly, and you’re not used to seeing his face so openly exposed like this without his bangs framing his face or tickling your forehead. Your hand reaches up to rest on the nape of his neck as you pull him into a kiss. It's a soft one, light enough for you to whisper against him, “I will always wait for you as long as you come back to me.”

He sighs against you, tenderly rubbing your cheek, “I will always come back home.”

Your eyes soften at the word, nodding before you pull him back into another kiss. His lips gently meld against your own and you sigh when his tongue brushes your lips and you open for him. He takes his time, a hand on your waist, palm cradling your jaw as he leans in to taste you. 

He pulls away, just barely to rest his forehead against yours.

“Thank you for always waiting for me.”

You smile up at him tenderly, “Till we get there?”

He grins, pecking your lips once more, “Till we get there.”

And Jeonghan’s glad he called you just before you had reached the last drawer of his desk. 

Or else you’d see the velvet box that's tucked away for two weeks, patiently waiting for the right time that will soon get there.

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— Rule 17

Synopsis: Rule number 17 : In order to keep the stamina and energy of drivers in check, any sexual activities during race week is strictly prohibited. A contravene with this rule will result in a $50,000 fine. Good thing Mingyu was stacked.

Warnings: Ferrari F1!Driver KMG x F1!fan reader, bathroom sex, public sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, pre race sex, pwp

Out of all the things that was listed in your bucket list, being bare backed on the bathroom sink by the top driver on the grid was definitely not one of them. Your boobs hang from your bra, skirt up with your panties to the side as Mingyu pounds roughly into you, holding your hair up in a ponytail forcing you to look at your reflection on the mirror.

Or rather his. Mingyu had his Ferrari team T-shirt trapped between his teeth putting his chiseled abs on display as he bites down on it keeping it from falling down as he watches his dick split your pussy open in two. He revels in the sight of your fat pussy lips stretching around his penis, hitting his pelvis with an oh so beautiful sound.

The bathroom echoes in squelch as your ass slaps against him. Your lips also between your teeth trying your best to stop the moans from escaping your throat, according to F1 Law, what you were doing right now was illegal. And that just makes the situation 10x hotter.

Mingyu lets go of his shirt from the tight vice of his teeth, moving his hands from your body to remove his upper piece of clothing fully showing himself to you. You clench around him moan as he slaps and gropes your ass before leaning forward placing his mouth to your ear.

"Fucking slut, you know damn well what your doing and what rules your allowing to be disobeyed. Really putting your favourite driver at risk for some dick huh?" He whispers as he holds your neck in his hands forcing you to keep eye contact with him through the mirror.

"Bad. Bad. Girl." Mingyu grunts, periodically thrusting hard into you after every word that comes out his mouth. His other hand explores your body gripping your waist before pulling back and slowly beginning to rock back and forth into you.

You couldn't do anything but let moans and whimpers out for him, too cockdumb to think. Almost as if it wasn't just earlier that you felt so stiff to move around him, feeling starstruck merely at the sight of him. One moment he was approaching you with a sweet smile on his face, giggling at your demeanor around him, and then the next his hands were all over you pulling you into the bathroom around his teams building.

He was right, you really were a slut. He began to flirt with you to calm you down, and you flirted back for the giggles. And now your here. Stiff body now languid and obedient, almost putty-like in his hands as you let him play wigh you.

You started to grind your hips against him, looking at his eyes through the mirror almost pleading. You would've spoken if your brain wasn't thinking just cock, cock, cock, cock at the moment. "Use your words baby." Mingyu said.

"Please... cock..." You beg, head now bending backwards for him as you look back up at him pressing harder on his hips making his dick reach deeper. Mingyu groans as he flips your body to face him, dick still lodged in you, before placing your left leg on his shoulders. Your hands support your weight as he starts to pound into you again.

Your body shakes and your tits jiggle at every thrust he gives you, the lace around the edges of your panties adding to his pleasure as it rubs against his cock every thrust he gives you. Both your voices mix in melody as you gradually become louder coming near your edge.

His thumbs rub your bud, while his free hand grabs your neck to pull you into a deep and messy kiss, your saliva and his mixing around your mouths. His thrusts begin to go faster as his phone rings, his manager was calling him.

Mingyu needed to be quick before the others, especially the press, starts to look for him as they pick up on his absence. With one last hard thrusts, he plunges his dick deep into you releasing his cum inside. Your cunt now creaming with cum coming from his and yours mixing together.

You pull away from the kiss, placing your head on his abs as you pant relentlessly trying to regulate your breathing. He pulls out of you slowly, keeping your head in his chest as he answers his phone acting like he didn't just give you your lifes best quicky.

His thumb rubs the entrance of your pussy playing with both of your cum while you bite down on your lip trying to stop yourself from making any sound that might be questioned to him.

"Yeah.. no, yeah I'm on my way, just had to settle something with my pet sitter, Bobpul was having the zoomies and my cat Y/N was too frightened to move, cant have that can't we?" A says to his manager while looking deep into your eyes with a sly smirk on his face. Your eyes look back at his, much wider and with a shocked facial expression.

After quickly drying and cleaning up, A gropes your ass as he leaves a sweet kiss on your lips. "See you after the race, make sure to keep yourself loose for me yeah?" He smirks.

jeon wonwoo + “when stars fall apart”

<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge

when stars fall apart– no, you think. stars can’t fall apart. they’re made of hot gas. you shake your head and try again.

when stars collapse and explode– yeah, that’s more like it– a supernova occurs. a big explosion, if you will, blowing away everything around it. a dying star.

you see remnants of a dying star, a dying light in wonwoo’s eyes, your reflection in the middle of it all.

you stare at each other in silence. you don’t know what to do; if you speak, you fear you might say things that would worsen things even more. 

“hey, hey. why are you crying?” his voice is so tender and fragile, it almost makes you crumble. almost. you don’t even realise that tears are streaming down your face until you feel wonwoo wiping them away, damp fingers brushing against the apples of your cheeks. 

you voice barely comes out as a whisper. “you’re leaving me.”

“i’m sorry.”

“you don’t even seem sad.”

he sighs. wonwoo’s shoulders visibly sag at your words. you averted your gaze, focusing on your feet to avoid meeting his eyes when he tilted your head up again, scattering the softest kisses everywhere on your face before landing on your lips. you feel his breath against you as he leans against your forehead, one hand cradling your face while the other grasps your tightly balled hands.

it takes everything in you to stop crying again then and there, lips trembling as you bite down on them. he kisses your lips again, and then once more on the tip of your nose.

the next time he speaks, his voice seemed to have dropped even more. a pained smile graces his face. 

“this is how i cry.” he lets out a chuckle when you pout. “i’ll cry when i’m back home. until then, i just want to cherish our now.”

that triggers you to hit lightly at him. your clenched fists stay against his chest, his own hand enveloping yours. “jeon wonwoo!”

he laughs again. it’s wet, like he’s holding himself back. your eyes glimmer from the tears welling up again.

“i’ll miss you.”

your breath hitches in your throat. “me too.”

it’s silent again, the both of you basking in each other’s presence. then, you uttered the words so quietly, they nearly miss him.

“do you think… in another life…” 

he doesn’t even let you finish. “maybe.” his eyes flutter shut. “maybe, if the circumstances were different…” 

“…oh.” 

suddenly, you’re pushing yourself away from him. you quickly wipe your eyes with your sleeves, before plastering a fake smile.

“um. have a safe flight, i guess.”

wonwoo opens his mouth as if to say something, hesitating before finally replying. 

“thanks. get home safe, okay?”

“yeah, of course.”

and with a turn of your heel, a final twist of fate, you parted ways again– this time for good.

When Stars Fall Apart // Jeon Wonwoo // angst

[PART 01 of my Witchy October Drabbles series] which i made a masterlist for but tumblr decided it's not worthy of being seen in the tags

“Fix it. Make it better.”

Wonwoo could barely make out the words you were saying, your voice drowned by sobbing and muffled by the fabric of his sweater. Even with all that aside, he wasn’t keen on fulfilling your wish. 

Heartbreak wasn’t something to be fixed with magic, no matter how powerful. Most books he had studied strictly warned against messing with the heart. 

‘It could damage the heart forever and make it unable to feel anything at all’ is what they said.

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whispered again, looking up at him with tearful eyes. They were filled with so much hurt that he nearly felt his own break with yours as you begged again, “Fix it. Make it go away. I don’t want to cry for him anymore.”

Wonwoo was never one to break rules or twist the words of the books to bend them to his purpose. But more than that, he was never one to say no to you. 

Glancing out the window at the starry skies, he silently apologized to the deities that had given him this power. Then, he turned back to you, kissing your forehead as you cried into his shoulder, and whispered a spell he only knew because it was forbidden.

As soon as the last word left his lips, you let out a sharp gasp and leaned away. Suddenly, your eyes were dry and clear, your sobbing finished. 

“Thank you,” is what you said as he willed himself to believe this wouldn’t hurt you in the long run; as he willed himself to hope that it wouldn’t keep you from learning to love him back one day.

Witchy October Drabbles

In which I begged ChatGPT to generate me a bunch of random fic titles. Every other day I'll choose between two such titles and write a drabble based on it.

Feel free to join, either by reading these drabbles or by writing any AU with these titles yourself! (If you do choose to write something based on these prompts, let me know and I'll link your work to this post)

☆ WONWOO ☆

Lyrics of the Heart

When Stars Fall Apart

☆ SEOKMIN ☆

Broken Crowns and Shattered Thrones

Holding On to Us

☆ MINGHAO ☆

The Corn Maze Incident

Threads of Destiny

☆ JOSHUA ☆

Encore of Emotions

The Unwritten Chapter

☆ JUNHUI ☆

The Midnight Masquerade

Falling Into Infinity

☆ SEUNGCHEOL ☆

Autumn Leaves and Falling Stars

Sweeter Than Yesterday

☆ VERNON ☆

Torn Pages

The Orchard of Broken Dreams

☆ JIHOON ☆

Lyrics of the Heart

The Stars Forgot Us

☆ JEONGHAN ☆

Dancing with Ghosts

The Stars Between Us

☆ CHAN ☆

Love is in the Little Things

The October Pact

☆ FREE WRITE! ☆

The Way You Smile

A Cherry Kiss Goodbye

☆ SOONYOUNG ☆

October Nights, Vampire Bites

Sunshine Smiles

☆ SEUNGKWAN ☆

Caught in the Rain, Drenched in Love

Once Upon a Kiss

☆ MINGYU ☆

Accidentally Yours

The Stars Will Guide You Home

anyways olivia rodrigo was so fun 10/10 she so pretty irl and screaming her songs with 15k other people is such a Vibe

i’m about to punch myself who would’ve thought 3 concerts in 10 days is a bit too much

i’m about to punch myself who would’ve thought 3 concerts in 10 days is a bit too much

fuck your ex

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “Cuddles don’t hurt either,” Mingyu muses, pulling you to his chest. “If we get to your bedroom and you decide you just want someone to be with, I’m not going to pressure you. I know I said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but, skin to skin contact - even if it’s not sexual - can be an amazing way to get over an ex too.”

tw/cw. Protected sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, fingering, hand job, dry humping, grinding, foreplay, threesome, bathroom sex, using a shower head as a vibrator, multiple sex scenes, multiple reader orgasms, slight cum kink, Cheol cum’s on reader’s chest, size kink, dirty talk, praise, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.3k 

🍭 aus. Non idol au, cop au, poly au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know cops are a touchy subject, but I've had this idea for months, and I figured it's fan fiction so hopefully it's just a fun au :)

Prologue

You’re so busy blasting nostalgic break-up music that you’re not paying attention to how fast you’re driving down the speedway. The loud Kelly Clarkson song drowns out your sorrows, but it doesn’t drown out the sound of the siren when a Police car lights up behind you.

“Fuck!” you scream, immediately turning down your stereo and pulling over onto the shoulder of the road.

Your heart is racing in your chest- being pulled over isn’t something you’re used to, and you fumble to roll your window down while two cops exit their vehicle and approach.

You wipe at your eyes, which are tearing up again, and you reach for your purse to pull out your license.

The man standing next to your window leans down to look at you, and you try to flash him a smile. His expression is cold, blank even. “Do you know how fast you were going?” he asks.

Now, your heart sinks. It’s such a direct question, and for some reason it makes you snap. You can feel tears begin to roll down your cheeks, your skin heating in embarrassment at having been caught doing something wrong.

“Officer- I’m so sorry, I don’t know how fast I was going- I just broke up with my stupid ex-boyfriend, and I was listening to some breakup music to distract myself from how I’m feeling, and I wasn’t paying attention-”

The second cop pulls up to your window, and the two of them exchange a glance while you cry and blab your reasoning behind doing something wrong.

“Are you headed home?” the second officer, whose nametag reads ‘KIM’, asks. 

“Yeah, I just went to get a bottle of wine, and now I’m going home to drink and watch movies and cry myself to sleep,” you admit, voice shaky.

“Have you had anything to drink tonight?”

“No, sir.” 

The first officer, ‘CHOI’, sighs, and you see him scan the surrounding freeway. “We’re going to let you off with a warning,” he says finally. “It’s late, there’s hardly anyone driving right now- you were doing the wrong thing by speeding, but it sounds like your day is already pretty shit as it is.”

“Really?” You blink up at him, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “No ticket?”

“No ticket,” Choi confirms. “But don’t get caught doing this sort of thing again.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Good luck with your wine and your movies,” Kim nods, and with that, the two officers go back to their vehicle.

You wait patiently, watching them in your rear-view mirror as they pull out and drive past you. Only then do you release a deep breath.

One

“Oops!” You let out a squeak as you turn from the bartop and nearly run straight into someone. Your drink sloshes over the edge of your glass, coating your fingers in fruity liquid.

“My bad,” the tall man immediately apologizes, steadying you with a hand on your hip.

Your eyes meet, and your heart leaps into your throat. It’s not common to see men who are this attractive out and at bars-

“Wait, have we met before?” he asks, brows furrowing in confusion.

“I’d remember if we had,” you retort quickly.

The man cocks his head to the side, and after a moment of studying you, his face lights up. “Wait, I remember! You’re that chick we caught speeding two or three months back! The one who’d just had a breakup!” 

Your eyes widen as the memory washes over you. As you look up at this tall man, you realize he’s right. You hadn’t recognized him at first, without his officer hat and uniform he looks much more boyish.

“I’m Mingyu,” the large man says, holding out a hand. Without a second thought, you shake it,  which is when you remember your skin is still sticky from your spilled drink. 

“Shit, sorry-” you apologize. 

Mingyu only laughs. “You’re still a bit of a hot mess, aren’t you?”

“Unfortunately,” you agree with a sigh.

“Are you here with people?” he asks next, looking around. 

“Waiting on some friends.”

“Want to come join me and Cheol for a bit while you wait?”

“I really couldn’t-” you try to side step the question, but Mingyu insists, and soon, you find yourself seated at a table with the two sexy cops who had let you off with a warning three months ago. 

“This is the chick who was speeding, the Kelly Clarkson break-up one,” Mingyu introduces you to his buddy, and you watch recognition blossom over his face. 

“Y/N,” you correct, swallowing thickly. “My name is Y/N.”

“Seungcheol,” the stoic cop says, introducing himself. “How’ve you been?”

“Better than that night,” you admit, feeling a little off that they’re so interested in you.

“You’d be surprised how often we pull over girls for speeding after rough breakups,” Mingyu tells you, easing your anxiety a bit. “It must have been a pretty shitty split to have been driving the way you were.”

“It was bad,” you admit with a frown. “In fact… I still don’t think I’m fully over it.”

You’re not sure what’s come over you, what’s bewitched you to the point where you’re divulging your personal secrets to two strangers, and cops no less-

“Fuck your ex,” Seungcheol grunts, taking a sip of his beer.

Mingyu nods. “Fuck your ex.”

You swallow thickly, lifting your drink. “Fuck my ex.” 

You wish your voice sounded more confident, but Mingyu flashes you a smile regardless, clinking his beer to your cocktail. 

Your shoulders relax a little as you sip on your drink, and Mingyu begins asking you very surface-level questions. It’s clear he’s doing his best to make you feel welcome while you wait for your friends, who arrive after about fifteen minutes of chat.

“Well, my girls are here,” you announce.

“Shame, we were enjoying your company,” Seungcheol muses, and his words make your skin heat. He’s quiet, or at least, not as much of a talker as Mingyu is- 

“Hey listen,” Mingyu distracts you, pulling out a pen and paper, where he begins to scribble a few numbers, “you know what they say, the best cure to get over someone is to get under someone else. If you ever need one of us, or both, shoot us a text or something.”

You’re in complete shock as he hands you the slip of paper, wherein two phone numbers and names are written. 

“Are you…” you swallow thickly, looking between the men, “is this kind of behavior allowed from cops?”

Mingyu flashes you a wink. “We’re off duty.” 

Two

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admit, opening the door to your apartment, allowing Mingyu inside.

He only chuckles, pulling you into a hug. You let out a breath, relaxing against his chest. Once you feel a little more settled he releases you, pinching your cheek gently, in a shockingly affectionate way. “You’re getting over your ex,” Mingyu says softly. “Everyone needs to take that step sometime, I’m just glad you reached out to me instead of some tinder dick head.”

“Yeah, cuz a cop is so much better than some online random,” you roll your eyes.

“I’m definitely better than some online random,” he agrees. 

“This isn’t very cop like of you,” you point out, watching Mingyu remove his jacket.

“I’m not just my profession,” Mingyu says smoothly. “I’m a hot blooded male, and you’re a cute girl who needs some rescuing.”

You cock a brow, amused. “Rescuing?” 

“Uh huh.”

“And you’re going to rescue me with what? Your cock?” You’re giggling already, and Mingyu joins in.

“Cuddles don’t hurt either,” Mingyu muses, pulling you to his chest. “If we get to your bedroom and you decide you just want someone to be with, I’m not going to pressure you. I know I said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but, skin to skin contact - even if it’s not sexual - can be an amazing way to get over an ex too.”

You can’t help yourself, you lean forward, going on your tiptoes to press your lips to Mingyu’s. He kisses you back immediately, cupping your cheek with one large hand. It’s a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss that tells you you’re safe, and you realize how right Mingyu is- maybe you just needed a companion, someone to distract you from how lonely single nights can be.

Even so, the two of you make your way to your bedroom, and you find yourself shockingly shy as you invite Mingyu into your bed.

You’re in comfy clothes, but Mingyu isn’t, and he toys with the hem of his shirt as you get under your covers. “Should I take this off?” he asks.

“Whatever you want,” you agree, watching him carefully.

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he explains.

“It won’t,” you tell him, in fact, you’re curious as to what he looks like under his shirt.

A minute later, you’re rewarded by getting a full view of Mingyu’s beautiful body. He’s all muscle, but it’s not the kind of muscle you gain just in a gym. No, Mingyu has a work hardened physique, what some might identify as practical muscle, and it’s clear he doesn’t skimp on food either. He’s perfectly built, you decide, as he gets into bed next to you, immediately pulling you to his broad chest.

You release a deep breath, one you didn’t know you’d been holding.

A large hand strokes along your back, and Mingyu gives you space to just be quiet and enjoy his presence. 

Finally, though, you get to the point where you can’t contain yourself any longer. You look up at him, and Mingyu mirrors the motion. It’s like he can already read you, and you wonder if that’s due to him having a lot of experience with girls, or psychological cue reading as a cop. Either way, he leans down to kiss you, and you melt into it, letting out a pleased groan.

Mingyu returns the sound with one of his own, his tongue gliding across your lip. You open up for him, shifting so you’re half on his chest while the kiss deepens. Mingyu’s hands find your waist, and he pulls you fully on top of him, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips.

It’s been so long since you kissed someone, but your body easily picks up the natural instinct again. Mingyu is just so sexy- in no time at all, you’re wriggling on top of him, eager for stimulus against your already aching core. 

You find yourself completely relaxed, but completely on edge at the same time. It’s an odd contrast. Mingyu makes you feel comfortable, without fear, and yet- he also sets you on fire in the best of ways. Each touch is like electric shivers across your body, and you can’t help the way you’re moaning from just a bit of kissing and dry humping.

“Wait,” Mingyu’s voice makes you stop, and you pull away, looking down at him with confusion. “I think- before we fuck or anything, I think you should let me eat you out. I bet you’re tired of toys and fingers, and I want tonight to be about making you feel good.”

He’s literally prince charming. Like- how did you ever find this sexy giver. 

You swallow thickly. “We can do that.”

Mingyu kisses you again, and then he rolls on top of you, pinning you to the bed. You love the way his hands skim across your body, teasing across your waist and ribcage. 

“Can I take your clothes off?” he asks.

“Maybe… uh… maybe just my pants for now?” You’re not sure why you want to leave your shirt on, but that’s the boundary you’re comfortable with right now, and Mingyu doesn’t question it. He presses another kiss to your lips before sliding down you form, hooking his fingers in your sweatpants to drag them down your body.

The large man adjusts between your legs, peppering your newly exposed skin in soft kisses.

Your core is throbbing in your panties, and you bite your lip when his breath fans across your pussy.

“These off next?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Yeah.” The word comes out a whisper, your body tight with suspense.

Mingyu pulls your panties down slowly, and the cool air of the room on your exposed core  makes you twitch.

Large hands smooth up your calves and thighs, and Mingyu’s eyes meet yours as he closes the distance to your pussy. You hold your breath, waiting-

The first lick of your clit makes your toes curl, and you moan deeply, earning a smile from the man who’s clearly intent on devouring you.

“I kind of like being told what to do,” Mingyu explains, kissing your inner thigh. “So if you have anything you want me to do, just say something.”

“I will,” you promise, shifting your hips to get your core closer to his face again.

Mingyu takes the motion as a direction in and of itself, and he immediately puts his mouth back on you, but this time, it’s not a kitten lick. There’s no hesitation now, it’s clear you want this, and Mingyu dives in, pressing his tongue into your core.

You groan, thighs already shaking at how good it feels.

Your hands reach down, tangling in his soft hair, and Mingyu releases a moan of his own. The vibration from it goes straight to your clit, and you whimper. 

“You’re good at this,” you tell him, doing your best to be verbal, as it’s pretty clear Mingyu’s a verbal sex kind of guy.

He rewards your words by sucking his lips around your clit, flicking at it with his tongue.

“Can you…” you shift slightly, “your fingers-”

Mingyu adjusts, focusing on your clit with his mouth while a finger strokes between your pussy lips. He eases it into your wet core slowly, being gentle with you while ravaging your sensitive bud.

Your eyes close at the feeling, your head thrown back against your pillows. “That’s good-” you tell him, groaning when he slips a second digit into your pussy.

You can feel him smile against your clit, working his fingers up toward your gspot with each calculated thrust.

You’re supposed to be using Mingyu to get over your ex, but you can’t help the way you compare them- how had you ever thought sex with your ex was good? He’d never eaten you out like this- never prioritized your pleasure- fuck, you haven’t even had sex with Mingyu yet, and you’re already convinced it’s going to be mind blowing.

Releasing a breath, you focus on Mingyu, focus on the feeling building deep in your core. 

One thrust has Mingyu’s fingers hitting the exact right spot, and you let out a squeal of delight. “Right there- fuck- right there!”

Mingyu does as he’s told, repeatedly hitting the spot that draws you closer to your orgasm with record speed. His mouth on your clit is also pure pleasure, and before you even know it, you’re releasing a groan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck- don’t stop, please-”

Your words break off as your high slams into you, moans of ecstasy escaping as your body surges with pleasure. Your pussy is pulsing deliciously around Mingyu’s fingers and he works you through your orgasm like an absolute champ. He’s unrelenting, fully focused on drawing out your pleasure until you’re practically shaking.

Mingyu pulls away, and you let out a shaky gasp, opening your eyes to look down at the gorgeous man. His expression is one of pure lust, and you watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his palm. 

“You taste like peaches, baby,” he tells you, straightening onto his knees at the foot of your bed.

You don’t say anything, you only motion for Mingyu to come closer, and you grab the back of his neck, drawing his lips to yours so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

He moans into the kiss, and you writhe beneath him, hooking your leg over his hip.

Mingyu begins to grind down against you, and you can feel how hard he is in his jeans. You love that eating you out had that kind of effect on him, and you find yourself reaching down to cup his cock.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, breaking the kiss to breathe heavily, pressing his forehead against yours. “Are we going to do this? You can still back out-”

“We’re doing this,” you confirm.

“Okay, give me a sec.” Mingyu pulls away from you and you whimper at the loss. “Wanna take your shirt off now, while I take off my pants?”

“Yeah,” you agree, immediately working on the remainder of your clothing.

You’re naked in seconds, and you watch Mingyu step out of his jeans next to the bed. He’s produced a condom from his pants, and you watch with bated breath while he rolls it onto one of the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen in person- in fact, it might be the biggest cock, and your core throbs at the mere thought of it. 

“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean,” you find yourself saying softly, toying with the fact of unprotected sex.

“Me too,” Mingyu breathes. “But, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.”

Leave it to the cop to be safe, you guess that’s a good thing, but part of you sinks at the idea of not being filled with his cum.

Mingyu gets on top of you again, kissing you deeply. 

Your legs wrap tight around his body, and with pressure, you prompt him to grind down against your core again.

The feeling of his cock gliding between your soaked pussy lips is amazing- and you do your best to ignore the sensation of the condom. 

He kisses you for a long time, until you’re aching for him from the grinding, and finally, you can’t take it anymore. “Please,” you whimper, looking up at him. “I need you.”

“Anything you want, baby,” he says, pressing his lips to yours again while he adjusts ever so slightly, pushing his hand between your bodies so he can grab the base of his cock and line it up with your core.

He starts by rubbing it between your pussy lips, lubricating himself before pushing just the tip inside of you.

You moan against his mouth, shocked at the stretch. It’s clear from Mingyu’s gentle, controlled motions, that he’s used to giving grace for his size, and he slowly works you open more and more, sinking inch after inch of himself into your core.

His kisses are a wonderful distraction, and you focus on relaxing, allowing your body to open up for the large cock. 

When his front is flush to your own, his cock completely buried inside of you, you both release groans of pleasure.

The kiss breaks, and you pant against each others lips, opening your eyes to look at each other.

“You good?” he asks.

“Good,” you nod. “You can move.”

Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, and after a moment, he begins to fuck you. 

Each thrust is euphoria, his cock dragging against your inner walls deliciously. Mingyu begins to kiss you again, and you grab at his strong shoulders, clutching him desperately while he fucks you into your mattress. 

“You’re so tight,” Mingyu groans, lips moving to your neck. He licks at your sweet spot, and you shiver, wrapping your legs around him even tighter.

“You’re just so big-” you counter.

“Maybe a bit of both,” he admits with a chuckle.

You don’t mind that you’re in missionary, don’t mind that he fucks you stupid this way- it’s a very intimate position, and once again, the thought of your ex pops back into your mind. 

You realize, as the two of you get closer and closer to your highs, that maybe you weren’t ready for this- you don’t regret it, but you’re clearly not over your ex in the way you’d wished you would be at this point.

Maybe Mingyu’s just too soft, too gentle, too domestic- 

It’s not his fault, he’s being sweet to you, but maybe sweet isn’t what you needed, not really. It just makes you miss being in a relationship.

The two of you cum together, and you hate that you’re still distracted. You wish you could give all your focus to Mingyu, after all, it’s clear he’s completely zoned in on you, but it is what it is.

If nothing else, he’d distracted you for a little, given you perhaps the best dick and pussy eating of your life- and as the two of you cuddle up to fall asleep, it’s a small blessing at least that you’re not sleeping alone.

Three

You’re at a bar waiting for your takeout when you run into the most unlikely person.

Seungcheol is dressed in work out clothes, a loose shirt, sweatpants, and a baseball cap, but he still looks downright lickable. His strong shoulders- the handsome face only partially hidden by his cap- he’s so recougnizable, and it’s clear he knows who you are too, because he walks over.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” you retort, playing with the straw of your cocktail. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Didn’t expect to see you either,” he admits with a laugh, and you’re delighted at how his smile lights up his face. “You waiting on food?”

“Yeah, just a dinner order, figured I’d get one drink while waiting.”

He nods. “I’m waiting for food too. Just came from the gym, didn’t feel like cooking.”

“I get that,” you agree, looking down at your drink.

“You eating alone tonight?” he asks. “We could always just ask the kitchen to switch our orders, you know, get a table, eat here.”

“Are you asking me to have dinner with you?” you grin.

“If you’re up for that sort of thing,” he shrugs.

“You know what?” You let out a sigh. “Let’s do it.”

Seungcheol grins, and after talking with the bartender, you find him leading you over to a booth, having sorted everything out.

He’s got a beer now, and you’re enthralled with the way he looks while taking a sip.

He’s just so masculine- you’re extremely attracted to Seungcheol. He’d been kind of scary while dressed in work attire, but this gym outfit is much more your style. 

“So,” he starts, releasing a breath. “Heard you saw Mingyu last week.”

Your skin heats with embarrassment. “Oh, yeah.”

“Don’t be shy,” Seungcheol grins, reaching across the table to nudge your hand. “I don’t judge. He’s my best friend, and we talk, so of course he mentioned it.”

“And now… you’re having dinner with me,” you point out. 

Seungcheol shrugs. “Mingyu’s not the jealous type.”

“Are you?”

Seungcheol leans back against the booth, cocking his head to the side. He grins, and it’s one of the sexiest expressions you’ve ever seen. “I can be,” he admits. “It depends on the situation.”

You swallow thickly, reaching for your drink, in need of some sort of reprieve for the way your throat has gotten dry. “Do you and Mingyu do this a lot?” you find yourself asking.

“Do what a lot?”

“Go after the same girl?” you clarify.

Seungcheol takes a moment, and you can tell he’s deep in thought about how to approach this line of questioning. “It’s happened once before,” he admits. “Definitely not a regular thing.”

“Tell me about last time,” you suggest, interested in the story now.

“Not much to say,” Seungcheol shrugs. “He and I have been friends forever. In university there was this one girl, she wanted us both so we figured it would be interesting.”

“Was it? Interesting?”

Seungcheol flashes you a dark look, the kind of look that says ‘are you serious?’

“It was fun,” he says finally. “But, the conditions have to be perfect for sharing to work.”

You’re about to ask for more details, but your waitress comes over with your food, so you put your questions on the back burner.

Seungcheol had ordered a salad with four extra chicken breasts, and you stare at him in shock for a while.

“What?” he asks, taking a bite.

“I’ve just never seen someone order greens and four orders of chicken,” you admit.

“It’s good for you,” Seungcheol insists. “Protein.”

You look down at your rice bowl, letting out a sigh. 

“Bet you’re wishing you’d got what I got,” Seungcheol teases. 

“Never,” you laugh.

“Anyways, I bet you’re wondering about the conditions that make threesomes work,” Seungcheol sighs, returning to the topic at hand.

“I’ll admit, I’m curious. When you and Mingyu gave me your numbers, you did say I could have both of you if I wanted.”

“You still can, but I wouldn’t be shocked if you wanted to stick it with Mingyu. It wouldn’t offend me. He’s better with girls than I am.” You love how direct Seungcheol is about this, and it shows a good sense of self for him to be able to admit he’s not as much of a lady killer as his friend.

“Why do you think he’s better with girls?” you inquire.

“Most girls like that whole puppy dog thing. He’s a giver, and I respect that.”

“And you’re not a giver?” you toy, cocking a brow.

“More of a taker really,” Seungcheol admits, flashing you a grin. “If you’re interested in that sort of thing.”

“Honestly?” You let out a sigh, relaxing back against the booth. “That might be just what I need right now.”

Four

Seungcheol’s mouth is hot on yours before you’re even inside your apartment. He’s all teeth and tongue and grabby, greedy hands. But there’s something so exciting about him as he pushes your front door closed with his foot, wrapping you up in his strong arms and lifting you off the floor, prompting your legs around his hips.

There’s no talking, no assuring you that you don’t have to fuck-

You know you’re both here to fuck each other’s brains out, and it makes things simple as he carries you to your room.

To your surprise, however, he doesn’t take you to your bed. “Where’s your shower?” he asks, breaking the kiss to look around.

“Through there,” you point to the door to your ensuite, and Seungcheol follows your directions. Once in the bathroom, he sets you on the sink, and you flash him a questioning look.

“I showered at the gym, but still,” Seungcheol says, tearing his shirt off from the back of the neck. “I feel like shower sex is a good way to go about this.”

“I don’t usually like shower sex,” you point out.

“Well, you will with me, baby, trust me on that.” Seungcheol slips out of his sweatpants and briefs, his cock rising to attention. “Come here,” he instructs, pulling you off the sink.

His lips are feverish on your own, and he undresses you as quickly as he’d undressed himself. His hands grope your breasts, and he leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth while you thread your fingers through his hair.

“Now turn the shower on,” he commands.

You step toward the shower, following through- and you feel Seungcheol’s hulking, built body behind your own. His chest presses to your back, and his hands begin to explore your form while the water heats.

You tilt your head to give him access to your throat while one hand massages your breast, and the other slips down to your core, teasing through your pussy lips.

“Wet already,” he muses with a grin. “Mingyu said you’re a sensitive one.”

A tingle of sinful delight rushes through you.

You wonder how many details Mingyu shared- you wonder if Seungcheol’s been eager to get a taste of you for himself.

The water begins to steam, and with a nudge, Seungcheol prompts you inside. He joins you quickly, pinning you to the wall while his lips devour your own.

He breaks the kiss a short time later, looking up at your detachable shower head, then a grin spreads across his face. “Guess I can be a giver today, but don’t tell anyone,” he teases, taking the shower head off.

You’re not even shocked when he brings it between your thighs, wet pressure surging up against your clit while you squeal in shock.

Seungcheol bends down, capturing your nipple between his lips again.

“Fuck, this feels good-” you groan, gasping and grinding down against the shower head.

“I’ll let you cum first, because when it’s my turn, it’s my turn,” he warns. 

“Whatever you want,” you tell him, enjoying the way his mouth returns to your breasts.

He’s so rough, but it feels so good as the pressure from the shower continues on your clit. The dual feeling of his lips around your nipple, and the pressure on your sensitive bud has you getting close to the edge shockingly fast.

Seungcheol - like Mingyu - seems able to read you, and he adjusts, bringing a hand between your thighs. Two fingers slip into your wet core, and he focuses on applying the water to your clit while he begins to finger fuck you.

“Fuck,” you groan, clawing at the wall, trying to stay standing while he works you closer and closer-

“Want to see you cum,” he says. “Want to see you come undone on this fucking shower head and my fingers before I take what’s mine.”

Your stomach flip flops at the possessive tone, your breath coming out in a shocked gasp.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?” Seungcheol asks. “Tonight, you’re mine. Don’t want you thinking about Mingyu, or that stupid fucking ex of yours. It’s just you and me, and if I see you drifting, I’ll bring you right back here, with me, got it?”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Such a good girl for me, grinding against my hand-” he groans. “I can see how close you are.” He leans forward, his lips ghosting past your ear. “I’ll admit though, I’m not a very patient man.”

Your skin tingles at his words, and you find yourself reaching for his cock, using the water as lubrication as you begin to stroke him off.

“That’s it,” Seungcheol says, voice low. “I be good to you, you be good to me, that’s the way this should be, don’t you think?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, closing your eyes as your abdominal muscles tense, warning you of your oncoming orgasm.

“Squeezing me so good, come on, baby, cum on my fingers.”

Seungcheol’s hand works even harder, digits stroking your sweet spot- and that’s all you need to be thrown over the edge.

You let out a strangled gasp, your orgasm slamming into you.

“That’s it,” Seungcheol groans, pressing his forehead against yours while he works you through your high. “Keep cumming for me, baby.”

You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to- your entire body is Seungcheol’s to control, and he prolongs your orgasm until you’re a shaking mess. 

You can hardly stand, but that doesn’t matter, Seungcheol puts the shower head back and simply picks you up. “I don’t have a condom on me,” he explains, sinking you onto his cock and releasing a hissing sound of pleasure, “so I’m just going to have to pull out and paint your chest.”

“Whatever you want,” you tell him, drawing his lips to your own as he begins to fuck you against the wall of your shower.

His fingers dig into your thighs, and he uses you to his own pleasure, fucking you like a mad man. He’s so strong- and you feel like some weightless doll in his grip. His lips are hot against your own, and his moans are some of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

There aren’t any thoughts in your head as he uses you in an animalistic, almost primal way, and you love every second of it, your sensitive pussy clenching tight around his aching cock.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol groans. “You’re pussy’s too good, gonna cum.” He pulls out of you abruptly, and you sink to your knees on your shower floor, looking up at him. “That’s a good girl,” he tells you, wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to roughly stroke it. “Push those pretty tits up for me.”

You do as you’re told, watching Seungcheol- the way his bicep and abdominal muscles flex with each strained stroke of his rock hard cock.

He’s a fucking vision, and you don’t mind him using the sight of you to his own end- in fact, when he releases a strangled groan, throwing his head back as his hot seed shoots out across your tits, you kind of realize you love this. 

His large thighs flex, his entire muscular body alive as his orgasm washes over him.

He works himself through it, and finally stops, hand falling to his side while the other reaches out to press to the wall. He looks down at you, offering you that sexy smile. “Good girl.”

Five

You’d given it a week of thought, and now here you are, looking at both Mingyu and Seungcheol as they stand in your kitchen.

“Are you sure you want this?” Mingyu asks, ever the softie of the two.

“She wants this,” Seungcheol confirms, looking you up and down. “She’s probably wanted this since the moment you said she could have us both.”

“It’s a big step,” Mingyu points out.

“It’s the ultimate distraction,” Seungcheol counters.

You let out a sigh, opening your robe to reveal the lingerie underneath. “Let’s do this.”

Seungcheol moves first, stepping forward and grabbing you by the back of the neck, drawing your lips to his. You kiss him desperately, cognizant of Mingyu watching. It feels amazing to have the attention of two gorgeous men, and you feel downright elated as Seungcheol lifts you off the ground and begins to carry you to your room.

You watch Mingyu over Seungcheol’s shoulder, and he follows closely.

“How do you want to do this?” the taller one asks as you make it to your bed, where Seungcheol tosses you down.

“No condoms,” you respond.

Both men laugh, exchanging glances. “Baby wants to be full, huh?” Seungcheol asks.

“So full,” you agree.

“I think we can deal with that,” Mingyu grins. “Any other requests?”

You swallow thickly. “Whatever you want.”

Mingyu and Seungcheol look at each other again, and the taller one shrugs. “I’ll go first,” Seungcheol decides. 

“Sounds good to me,” Mingyu agrees.

The two nod at each other, and then they both begin to strip. They get down to their boxers quickly, and Seungcheol joins you on the bed first, making you face him on your knees as he captures your lips with his own. His hands are everywhere, massaging and groping-

A second set of hands joins the first as the bed dips, signaling Mingyu’s arrival behind you. His soft lips find your throat, and you moan at the sensation of two sets of mouths on you.

Their touch is everywhere now, but it’s clearly Seungcheol who pulls your panties down, rubbing your wet pussy while Mingyu works on your bra. 

“So wet for us,” Seungcheol groans. “She’s been wanting this for ages, Gyu- haven’t you, baby?”

“For too long,” you agree with a whimper, looking up at him.

Now it’s Mingyu’s turn to moan a sound of appreciation, and he pushes your bra off your body, hands immediately cupping your breasts. His fingers pinch at your nipples and you moan desperately, pushing your ass back against him-

Fuck, Mingyu’s already hard, his cock straining against your butt-

Seungcheol captures your attention again, kissing you as his fingers push into your core, crooking up to hit your sweet spot. 

You’re so wet- with each stroke, you can hear your juices on Seungcheol’s fingers, and it sets your entire body on fire.

It feels like nothing else you’ve ever experienced to be captured between these two gorgeous men- there are absolutely zero thoughts in your head, you’re so overtaken by this wordless need-

“Fuck this,” Seungcheol says. “I’m not huge on foreplay, need to fuck you.”

Mingyu snickers behind you, it’s clear which of the two men is better at patience, and you suppose that’s why the taller of the two men gets to go second. You can’t imagine making Seungcheol wait his turn, but that’s part of what’s so endearing about him.

“Here’s how it’s going to go,” Seungcheol sighs. “I’ll fuck you doggy, Mingyu can be under you, and as soon as I’m done, he can get his turn, sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you admit.

Seungcheol leans close, his lips ghosting over your own when he says, “Then be a good girl and get into position for me.”

All three of you stip the last bit of clothing from your bodies, and you’re quick to get on top of Mingyu. He immediately kisses you, cupping your cheek as you grind down against his cock- you’re trying to be patient for Seungcheol, but patience, it would seem, is a strong suit that neither of you have. 

“If you put his cock inside of you, I’m going to prep your ass,” Seungcheol warns, and you pause your writhing on top of Mingyu. “That’s what I thought.”

Two hands roughly grip your hips, and Seungcheol pulls you up, off of Mingyu. A cock glides between your pussy lips, and Seungcheol smooths his palm along your back. “Be good for us,” he warns before slipping into your wet core.

You let out a moan, resting your head against Mingyu’s chest while he strokes you, holding you close. He nuzzles at the crown of your head, a gentle contrast to the man who begins fucking into you.

You’re kind of obsessed with the duality- the dichotomy of the two men is enough to keep you satisfied and on edge, enraptured with the act of making love in this way. 

It’s clear already that you’re kind of in love with threesomes- there’s just something about this, or maybe- there’s just something about Mingyu and Seungcheol.

Seungcheol’s hands are rough on your hips, pulling you back to every thrust, and you finally relax enough to be able to kiss Mingyu again. His lips are desperate against your own, and his cock presses up between your bodies- you can’t help but grab at it, stroking him off in time with Seungcheol’s thrusts.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, rutting up to meet you.

“You’re being too nice on him,” Seungcheol muses, and you can hear his smile.

Neither you nor Mingyu respond, too busy kissing to care.

It’s clear, after a few seconds, that Seungcheol doesn’t enjoy being ignored, because one of his hands snakes around your body, fingers finding your clit.

“Shit-” you whimper, breaking your kiss as pleasure surges through you.

“Knew that would get your attention,” Seungcheol says smugly, rubbing you even harder.

“You gonna cum for us?” Mingyu asks, lips attaching to your neck, one hand groping your breast while you continue to stroke him off.

“Yeah, I’m close-” you gasp, pussy tensing, clenching tight around Seungcheol, who groans deeply at the feeling.

You feel so perfectly taken care of, two men working your body closer and closer to the edge until your orgasm takes over. You release a strangled whimper, body surging with white hot energy that pulses through you like an electric shock.

Seungcheol lets out his own sound of pleasure, and his thrusts falter ever so slightly- then he goes as hard as he’s ever gone before. Each rut is skin on skin as his hips hit your ass, and you can tell from his rough panting that he’s just about to tip over the edge too-

He cums with a deep groan, and the sound makes your pussy flutter even harder as ropes of cum coat your insides, filling you perfectly.

You’re fucked practically stupid, reduced to animal instinct as you stay captured between two large bodies. All you can do is stay on shaking thighs, crouched over Mingyu, as Seungcheol finishes up and pulls out of you with a “Fuck.”

 “My turn?” Mingyu asks, stroking your cheek to get your attention.

“Yeah, fuck- fill me up even more,” you whimper.

“You got it, baby,” Mingyu grins, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he reaches between your bodies, grabbing his cock to line it up with your pussy. He helps you down onto him, and you moan.

You’re still tight from your orgasm, but it’s substantially easier to take Mingyu after having just enjoyed Seungcheol’s girth- and the cum inside of you helps with the lubrication. You’re fully seated on Mingyu’s cock not a moment later, and you both moan from the sensation.

His lips attack your own, and you thread your fingers through his hair as he begins to thrust up into you.

You’re too weak to ride him, but from the way Mingyu bucks with the energy of a stallion, you doubt he cares.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans against your mouth. “You feel so good, baby.”

“You feel good too,” you tell him, words shaky as they escape you.

“She’s cock drunk already,” Seungcheol muses, and you hear him heading to the bathroom to clean up while Mingyu has his way with you.

“Are you cock drunk, baby?” Mingyu asks, pausing to look up at you with lust filled eyes.

“So good,” you whimper.

Mingyu grins. “Definitely cock drunk.” He cups your cheek, drawing your lips back to his own. He rolls you over so you’re now on your back, and then he sits up onto his knees. “Can you get onto your side for me, gonna push your leg up to your chest and fuck you like that.”

You do as you’re told, shifting into the position. Mingyu grabs your thigh, anchoring himself as he begins to rail into you. He has more maneuverability in this position than when you’d been on top, and he hits as deep as anyone has ever hit before, making you whimper and claw at the sheets. 

“You look so good like this,” Mingyu tells you. “Being so good for us.”

“Mingyu-” you whimper.

“I know, I’m close too,” he promises.

Each thrust is hitting a spot that has your toes curling, and you’re quickly working your way to another high, pussy still sensitive from Seungcheol.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, digging his fingers into your thigh as he holds you open for himself. “Can’t cum till you do- fuck, wanna feel you squeezing my cock-”

“Gonna fill me up,” you whimper.

“Gonna fill you to the fucking brim, baby,” Mingyu agrees.

You close your eyes, so overwhelmed by pleasure-

“Let me fill you, come on, cum with me baby,” Mingyu urges, and that’s all it takes for you to explode on his cock.

He releases a grunt, fingers gripping you tight as he falls over the edge with you, fucking you roughly through your dual highs. You love how you can just relax as pleasure like you’ve never felt before surges through you- both men take care of you in their own ways, and this is what heaven must feel like.

But all good things must come to an end, and slowly, Mingyu’s motions begin to falter. He collapses half on top of you, breathing heavily as his lips eagerly seek yours out.

“Well aren’t you two cute,” Seungcheol’s voice makes you both laugh, pulling away from each other.

“Is that jealousy in your tone, Seungcheol?” you tease.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Jealousy doesn’t work if you’re planning to do threesomes with the same three people more than once.”

“Oh, are we doing this again?” you ask.

Seungcheol grins. “Baby, what do you think?”

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“Keeping track of my prisoner,” he muses, grabbing at the orange jumper you’re wearing. “Can’t let my dirty little prison escapee out of my sight.”

It had been his idea to dress as cops and a prisoner for Halloween- and you think there must be some sort of rule against Seungcheol and Mingyu wearing their actual uniforms as costumes on a night like this- but fuck, they look so good in their navy blue.

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Déjà Vu | Xu Minghao

Synopsis: For some strange reason, Minghao found you strikingly familiar to him. But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t seem to figure out why… until one day he finally did. Pairing: Head of patient services! Minghao x hospital volunteer fem! reader (ft. Pediatric surgeon! Joshua) Genre: doctor au, fluff | sfw Word Count: 3.4k words Warnings: mention of reader’s ill sister (she had leukemia but is completely fine now), harmless teasing (Joshua teases Minghao about his little crush) Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. This fic contains incorrect medical information and is supposed to be taken as a work of fiction.  A/n: This is actually my 4th time rewriting the whole fic… so apologies that it took so long to be uploaded. Also tagging @tomodachiii <3 To read the rest of the series, click here. 

༉‧₊˚. Déjà Vu (noun): The peculiar feeling that one has already experienced the same situation they are currently in before. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

The first time Minghao saw you, he had to do a triple take. 

Minghao remembered his first encounter with you like it was yesterday. He was returning to his office from a long dreary meeting with the board of directors. He was exhausted from all the useless talk shop he was forced to listen to. When he finally emerged from the conference room, he hissed at the sharp glare from the afternoon sun, bringing his hands to protectively shield his eyes. 

Then, through his blurry vision, he saw you. You were scuttering past the hoard of people huddling around the conference room on your way to your destination. As his eyes adjusted, Minghao spun his body around to look in the direction you went, his keen eyes spotting your figure almost instantly. 

Almost instinctively, Minghao opened his mouth to call out to you, only to realise something important.

You were a stranger… he didn’t know who you were. 

Clamping his mouth shut, and embarrassed he was about to say hello to a random lady he saw walk past, Minghao turned away to rejoin the rest of the group headed towards the elevator, but not before he spared your figure one last fleeting glance. 

On the rest of the journey back to his office, Minghao was silent. He was slightly shaken and completely lost in his thoughts. When he laid his eyes on you, a peculiar, unnerving feeling overwhelmed his senses. The whole experience was so surreal, like a bizarre, lucid dream. He could have sworn he was transported back to some moment in the past, his past, and you were there too. 

Although he didn’t know which moment, he felt a strong connection to you. For some reason, one completely unknown to him, his mind decided you were familiar to him, someone he thought he knew, which was why it was so instinctual for him to try and call out to you the very first time he saw you. 

Minghao wrecked his brain, trying to figure out who you were, why you were so familiar, and how on earth did his mind come to the conclusion that he knew you despite having never met you before. In his head, he ran through all the details he could remember about your brief encounter with him multiple times. Alas, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t figure out why you were so strikingly familiar to him. 

Eventually, Minghao concluded it was probably nothing. You were wearing a familiar pink and blue vest when he saw you, meaning you were a volunteer at the hospital. In your hands, there were bags full of toys and craft supplies, indicating you were either on your way to the Pediatric Department, donation office, or the day care center. While Minghao did make an effort to become acquainted with many of the volunteers, he simply couldn’t meet every single one that came and went through the hospital. Since he found you familiar, or your facial features specifically, it was more likely that you were one of the volunteers he saw around, but never got the chance to meet in person.

Still, Minghao was unable to shrug off the nagging feeling that he knew you personally, that you were someone from his past, his history… someone who he had a very strong, deep connection with. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

The second time Minghao saw you, he stared at you (or rather the pathway where you had been walking on) for a few minutes. 

He remembers it was a cloudy, cold, Sunday morning. Sundays were supposed to be Minghao’s day off, but he had to come in to work to complete some last minute paperwork regarding an incident in the Emergency Department involving Soonyoung and his girlfriend. 

Glancing at the clock in his office, Minghao grimaced. It was only 7.24am. With the sheer amount of work he needed to complete by the end of the day, he probably wouldn’t be able to get home before 10pm. There go his plans for a calm, peaceful Sunday spent reading his new book. 

Already beginning to feel a tension headache developing, Minghao gently rubbed his temples. Perhaps a cup of warm, freshly brewed Chinese tea would help to keep the headache at bay. 

Minghao slowly made his way to the pantry near his office, humming to himself as he poured the hot water over the tea levees. He would need to wait for a few minutes before the tea was ready, and when it was, he would need to pour the tea out immediately. The mere thought of drinking over brewed tea made him cringe in disgust. 

To pass the time, Minghao absentmindedly looked out the pantry window. He could see the parking lots and open-aired pathway leading up to the hospital from there. All was quiet for now since visiting hours had yet to begin. 

As he was about to look away, he saw a car pulling up into the drop off point. Even from this distance, he could faintly recognise that it was you emerging from the car. You ran to the back of the car to pick up several plastic bags filled to the brim with toys. You gave a little wave to the driver and merrily made your way into the hospital. 

You were wearing a big puffy winter jacket, and because you were holding so many bags, you looked like a small waddling penguin, Halfway through your journey across the pathway, a bag almost slipped from your grasp and you paused to tighten your grip, all while lifting the bags up to your face, almost as if you were giving it a little scolding. When you determined the bags would behave, you waddled into the building. 

Gazing fondly at the pathway, a soft smile made its way across Minghao’s face. You intrigued Minghao immensely. Not only because you were incredibly adorable, but because of the air of familiarity around you which Minghao still couldn’t put a finger on. He was, however, one step closer to figuring it out. 

Having observed you from afar, your mannerisms and cheery behaviour sparked a blurry memory of a young child to resurface in his mind. The child’s face was blurry, distorted, though Minghao could tell that she looked vaguely like you, and she behaved like you too. It wouldn’t be a stretch for him to conclude you were either a childhood friend/ classmate, or a stranger who looked similar to one. Since brain development and the brain’s ability to remember things occurs during early childhood, it would certainly be the most logical explanation as to why your features and mannerisms were strikingly familiar to him. 

While part of Minghao wanted nothing more than to look for you to ask all the burning questions invading his head, he had work to do. He already spent way too long fixating on you, and based on what happened the last time, he was sure his mind would keep drifting off to you for the foreseeable future, meaning that it was going to take twice as long for him to get his work done.

Looking back down towards his teapot, he scowled at the now, lukewarm, oversteeped tea. Not wanting to waste the tea because of his own carelessness, he proceeded to pour himself a cup and take a sip of the dark liquid, groaning at the bitter taste.

Yes, it was going to be a long, long, day. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

The third time Minghao saw you, he finally got to know your name. 

He remembers it was just one of those days when time seemed to inch by so slowly. Everything about that day seemed normal, so mundane, so tedious. Minghao was going about his usual routine, managing tasks, going to meetings, checking in on certain patients and their loved ones. There was nothing exciting or out of the ordinary happening, until he saw you. 

Minghao was in the Pediatric Ward speaking to Dr Joshua Hong when he spotted you coming out of the playroom. Tilting his head so he could have a better look at you without Joshua’s big head blocking the way, Minghao’s brain buffered and he paused mid-sentence, forgetting about what he was talking about previously. 

Joshua, although initially confused as to why Minghao suddenly stopped talking and mildly offended Minghao looked away from his face, was trying his best to stifle his laughter at Minghao’s uncharacteristic behaviour. Seeing Minghao lose his composure wasn’t that unusual, but seeing Minghao lose his composure because of a girl? Now that was unusual. 

“You know, if you stare at her any longer she might turn to stone.”

“Who is she?” Minghao asked, completely disregarding Joshua’s teasing.

Joshua spared a glance in your direction, “You’ve seen her one time and you’re already head over heels for her?”

Minghao blushed, shaking his head, “No no, it’s not like that I swear. I’ve seen her around and I get every time I do, I get a wave of déjà vu. It’s like I know her, but I can’t seem to figure out where I know her from.”

“Sure, if you say so. You do know what people say about déjà vu and soulmates right? The deep emotional connection, feeling like you know everything about the other before even getting to know them? Maybe you are destined to be with her.”

Hearing Joshua’s words, Minghao’s mind raced at the implication. Was it just him, or was it getting warmer in here? He tugged at the collar of his suit, hoping to allow the air from the ward to cool him off. 

Joshua snickered at Minghao’s flustered expression, “Her name is Y/n. Since you’ve seen her around, I assume you know she’s one of the hospital’s volunteers. She mainly works with the children here in the Pediatric ward. Besides the nurses and doctors, she’s here the most often and the children adore her. I think she might work in a charity thrift shop too, seeing that she’s always bringing them flowers and toys. I could introduce the two of you, but I kind of like seeing you so flustered.”

Minghao rolled his eyes, gently smacking Joshua’s arm. Joshua would always be, Joshua, one half of the evil twins. He was lucky Jeonghan wasn’t around or else he would be subjected to endless hours of torture teasing. 

Ignoring Joshua’s uncontrollable laughter and calls for him to come back, Minghao walked out of the ward. He could always email Joshua with whatever details he was discussing with him prior to your appearance, along with an embarrassing photo of Joshua during their university days. But getting back at Joshua was at the back of Minghao’s mind for now. Instead, your name was the only thing he could think about. It unfortunately did not ring a bell, therefore, it brought him no closer to figuring out why you were so familiar to him. 

Nevertheless, Minghao quietly muttered your name, savouring the delightful way your name effortlessly rolled off his tongue. 

He could definitely get used to saying your name, and at that thought, nothing made him more annoyed than the fact Joshua (of all people) might have been right about déjà vu and the soulmate connection. 

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Starting from the day Minghao learnt your name, he began to notice your presence around the hospital more often. Much to his chagrin, it was partly because Joshua began ‘randomly’ texting him about your volunteering schedule. 

Minghao did, however, try to make himself available during those times, but to no avail. Your schedules never seemed to align properly. Since you mostly volunteered during weekday afternoons, Minghao was usually too swamped with work and unable to leave whatever task he was handling. Other times when Minghao was free, it was you who had to rush off to your next destination or appointment. 

Finally, after weeks of misaligned schedules, Minghao’s luck changed for the better.

He was heading towards his car one evening when he spotted you waiting at the taxi stand. You were scrolling through your phone, pausing to like or type something every now and then. His heart began to race, was he really going to do this now? Talk to you? What better time than now? What would he say though? Something like oh hey I’ve seen you around, and you look familiar do I know you? No, that sounds like he’s a creepy stalker. Should he approach you as the head of patient services? Yea that could work, but he wanted to ask whether you had met before. How would he sneak that into the conversation? 

As Mingho attempted to sort out the thousands of thoughts that were running through his mind and pluck up the courage to approach you, he was unaware of the fact you already sensed him staring in your direction. 

You made your way over to him, giggling quietly to yourself. You would be lying if you said you didn’t already know Minghao was interested in speaking to you. Afterall, you did volunteer in the Pediatric ward with humans who would innocently blurt out the most random facts they were excited about. One of these very, very important random facts from a tiny human being was that Dr Hong would laugh at Mr Xu and wiggle his eyebrows whenever he said your name, only for Mr Xu to roll his eyes (which was a bad habit, as one of them helpfully added on). Then there was another random fact from a certain cheeky doctor who randomly told you how Minghao was very good with children, and very single (like you, as he would add on).

You cleared your throat softly when you were a short distance away from Minghao, watching in amusement as his eyes widened in shock, “Good evening Mr Xu. I’m Y/n, one of the hospital’s volunteers. I don’t believe we’ve been introduced before, though some little messengers did tell me you were very excited to speak to me?”

Minghao stuttered, “Uhm… yes… I know…”

You feigned a pout, saying playfully, “I promise I’m not scary.”

Flushing a deep shade of red, to the point you could almost see the steam rising from his head, Minghao murmured, “Yes of course. Sorry about that.”

Exhaling deeply to compose himself, Minghao decided ripping the figurative bandaid off might be the best solution in this scenario, lest he embarrass himself further, “Do I know you? Have we met before? I’ve been having this feeling like I know you from somewhere.”

You tap your finger on your lips, “No I don’t believe we have. I only moved to this city a few months ago. Could you have visited the thrift shop where I work? It’s called Love and Letter.” 

“Never been there. Maybe we were childhood friends? Classmates? Have you ever lived in the city of Hai Cheng?”

“No sorry. I’ve never lived in China before…”

“How about the tea room on Seventeenth street? Bookstore on the eighth street?”

You replied apologetically, “Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.”

Minghao sighs, “Ah it’s okay then… You just really look like a child in my memories. Perhaps it’s my mind playing tricks on me.”

You winced at the dejected expression on his face, feeling bad he was so convinced your paths crossed at some point though you didn’t recall ever meeting him before. For his sake, you tried to wreck your brain for some kind of answer, “Perhaps. I only know who you are because you work at the hospital. Other than that, nothing rings a bell… Unless…”

Your voice trailed off near the end. You had never met Minghao before, and you were quite sure of that as he wasn’t familiar to you at all. On the other hand, there was something about his name, his last name specifically which struck a chord in your brain. He mentioned you looking like a child too… Could it be what you were thinking of? 

Not wanting to get his hopes up, you ask hesitantly, “Have you by any chance, ever volunteered at the Second Life children’s hospital?”

Minghao brightened immediately, “I have actually. I was a volunteer there during my free time a couple of years ago. Why do you ask?”

Excited, you squeal in happiness, “So it is you!! The reason I asked was because something about your last name seemed familiar. I was overseas at the time so I never got a chance to thank you!!”

“What for?” Minghao questioned, genuinely curious about your sudden excitement.

You explained, “Years ago, my little sister was diagnosed with stage four leukemia. She was admitted to the Second Life children’s hospital for treatment. I was overseas studying at the time so I couldn’t be with her, but she always mentioned how a very nice man, around my age, would volunteer at the hospital. He would bring all the children gifts, play with them, paint with them, give them words of encouragement. She always looked forward to seeing him. It seems my memory serves me well, because I remember her calling the volunteer ‘Xu Xu’.”

You look at Minghao gratefully, shyly confessing,  “If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think my sister would have had the strength to beat the disease. She’s doing so well now, and recently got accepted into university actually. You really helped her through those difficult times by bringing a smile to her face. You’re kind of the reason why I decided to get into volunteering. I wanted to pay it forward, be a source of encouragement to those young children, just as you were for my sister.”

Hearing your explanation, everything began to make sense to Minghao. Minghao remembered your sister. Now that he was standing before you, he could see why he experienced the disorienting feeling of déjà vu he had whenever he saw you. He wasn’t remembering you, he was remembering your sister. He spent a lot of time with her, and she looked and acted so much like you. While she was small and weak at the time, hooked up to all sorts of machines, she was always so excited to see him. She had your cheery behaviour, and would waddle up to him in the same way you had waddled into the hospital building all those weeks ago. It seemed that your sister even learned your habit of raising inanimate objects to her eye level and pretending to scold them. He lost touch of her after she was discharged from the hospital, but he was almost in tears hearing how well she was doing. He would always be so thankful whenever a child was able to beat their disease and live their life to the fullest. 

Minghao’s heart also warmed at your confession about how you now devoted some of your time to volunteering because of the positive impact he made on your sister. This was one of the times he was reminded why he genuinely loved his job, and why he continued to do what he did despite the busy hours and rough days. 

Your heart was beautiful. Minghao thought, as he stared at you. Perhaps Joshua’s comment about déjà vu and soulmates wasn’t too far fetched. Perhaps it was fate bringing the two of you together again after all these years. Although you didn’t necessarily know him personally in the past, nor did you have a direct role in impacting his past, you did have a deep emotional connection to it. Perhaps, if he played his cards right, you might have a special place in his future, and his heart too. 

Noticing a taxi turn into the hospital compound, you gesture towards it, “Well I should get going. It was really nice meeting you Mr Xu, and thank you again for everything you’ve done for my family.”

You give Minghao one last nod, turning to walk towards the taxi. As you’re about to reach for the door, Minghao blurts, “Minghao… Call me Minghao … Actually, if you’re free now, would you like to grab some dinner? I know a nice place we could go to. I… I would love to get to know you more.”

Pleasantly surprised by his question, you flush. You beam at him, “You know what, I would actually really like that… Minghao.”

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