i just read @strawnberrylemonade ‘s yooseven fic (Summer Lovin’) and i am just in Love with their writing so i sketched something i’m kinda proud of 👉👈 it’s Saeyoung and his outfit from the seventh chapter!! i might finish this if i feel like it lol
(also excuse the red marker that leaked through from the other page 😔✌️)
Hmm... I would like to meet our fellow 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙯 𝙚 𝙣 👀 .
“I was wondering if I would ever be called... such a shame that our free time on the surface is coming to an end soon. How h̷͘or͢r̨i̕b̶̡l͜e of you to call one of the most attractive entities in the universe at such a time...”
“You say you want to see me? I̕͠ ͞d҉͢͝o̴͏̛n’̛͢t͘͞ ̨́͠t̡h̀͏i̸͝n̢͘k̴̢͢ y͝o͘͜͝ư̴ ̢d̴e̸̡s̕ér͟͝v̶e͞ ̧t̶͘h͜͜at́͘ ̸̨p̛̀͡l͘e͠͝a͏̡su̴̶r̷é͠ ̵j̡us͜͞t͟ ͡y̧̛e̷t̢͝. Consider it a consequence. I’ll reveal my beautiful face to you if you prove to me that you’re a good little human. Doesn’t that sound like a nice deal?~”
AU where everything's the same but as soon as saeran shows up in his moody gothic teen outfit MC screams out of terror- not because shes scared of him, but because his clothes are just so hideous
MC: YOU COME INTO MY APARTMENT THAT YOU LED ME TO AND CHASTISE HOW I LIVE MY LIFE AND TELL ME YOU'RE GONNA TAKE ME TO PARADISE YET YOU LOOK LIKE YOU JUST WALKED INTO HOT TOPIC AND SAID "FUCK ME UP" TO THE CASHIER WHEN GETTING DRESSED?
we've talked a couple times and i really wanna be friends with you but i don't know how to talk to people
aw anon 🥺 i wanna be friends with u too! u can always dm me and just say hi, and we can become friends! ❤️ i love making new friends and u seem very sweet 😊
Summary: Jumin couldn’t have asked a better person to play him a song.
Note: Written for @mysmesecretvalentines! My valentine was @jumin-love. I hope you enjoy your gift! :D
Pairing: Jumin/Zen
Word Count: 621
ao3 | masterpost
“I never knew you were so good at playing the piano.”
Jumin couldn’t have asked a better person to play him a song. Zen’s fingers are gliding across the piano keys, a warm, melodic tune escaping the instrument. It’s beautiful, the way Zen makes the song flow. Beautiful.
Zen gives him a playful glare, stopping in the middle of a measure, much to Jumin’s chagrin.
“I’m multitalented,” he says, “jerk.”
“I must have underestimated you.”
Truthfully, he didn’t think Zen was this amazing at playing any instrument, but he’s quite skilled at the piano. He himself has never played a piano before.
He wonders how hard it is. Zen makes it look easy, but it must be difficult.
He’s staring at the music in front of Zen. He knows how to read music, but this looks... complicated. All those notes and symbols translate to this amazing tune—it’s almost like magic. Zen, naturally, is the magician.
Jumin has always been interested in magic.
“You should teach me how to play.”
Once again, Zen stops. He turns his head to face Jumin, eyes narrowing.
“I agreed to play you one song and one song only.”
“I’m just so entranced,” he explains. By the piano, surely, by the tune. By Zen.
“Playing the piano isn’t easy,” Zen says.
“I never said it was easy.” Jumin leans back in his seat, taking a sip of his wine. “I just said I wanted to learn.”
There’s an ugly clash of notes that rings through the air when Zen tries to pick up where he left off in the piece, but failing. He glares at Jumin with an accusing look, like he got into his head.
(He did.)
“Fine.”
Wow. Jumin didn’t have to negotiate or anything—Zen agrees with a nod of his head and a wave of his hand, gesturing Jumin to sit at the piano with him.
Ivory keys graze the pads of his fingers. Zen rests his hands on the back of Jumin’s own, guiding them to the right spot for a chord.
He suddenly feels his heart beating faster.
Zen puts a slight pressure on his fingers until the keys are pushed down, and an angelic chord plays that almost makes Jumin shiver. God, there’s something about the piano. About Zen.
When the music begins to fade away into the air, his eyes meet Zen’s.
He never noticed how... beautiful Zen’s eyes were before. Beautiful. They’re a warm shade of red, like fire, or the sun, or all the stars in the sky. His hair is smooth, silky, white as snow, and his lips... his lips are only inches away.
Jumin’s eyes dart to his lips. He wonders if it’s noticeable.
(It probably is, because—)
Zen softly clears his throat. It breaks the heavy silence in the air.
“... That was a C chord,” he says.
“Do you like the piano, Zen?”
“I think it’s beautiful.”
Jumin kisses him.
It’s a soft, yet sudden kiss—a light brush of lips when Jumin leans forward only slightly. His eyes close on their own, and he hums into the warm kiss.
Zen lets go of Jumin’s hands, and it’s cold at first—but then they move to his hair, and it’s so much warmer.
It’s a motionless kiss, just lips against lips and nothing more. When Zen pulls away, he instantly leans back in, and this is... it’s...
Melodic. He could write songs about kissing Zen. He could write them, sing them, play them on the piano, to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
When the kiss ends, he holds onto Zen and never lets go.
He may not be a perfect piano player, but Jumin is sure that Zen hit all the right notes.
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