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Multi He/him 20 My mains: GOT7/EXO/Monsta X/TxT

[d00dwholikeskpop]

As I tend to reblog a lot of other peoples work I am realising how hard it is to find my own writing so I made this just to make it easier. 

I do take requests, Male/gender neutral reader and male idols only however. I like quite a few groups so just ask me and I will let you know :)

  EXO MASTERLIST

  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[exoplanetupdates-blog]

2017 : EXO at Festivals Pt. 2

AUGUST 2017

170826 - A-Nation - EXO, EXO-CBX

Full Cut - Hey Mama (Japanese Version) + CBX Ment + Cherish + CBX Ment 2 + Girl Problems + Kaching + Monster + Lotto + Ment + Don't Go + Drop That + Ment 2 + Coming Over + Kokobop [1]

SEPTEMBER 2017

170902 - KBS Music Bank in Jakarta - EXO

Opening Stage [1]

EXO - Kokobop [1]

EXO - The Eve [1]

EXO - Tender Love [1]

EXO - Heaven [1]

EXO - Lotto + Ending [1] / [1]

Ment [1] / [1]

Chanyeol & Yuju - Stay With Me [1]

All Artists - Run to You [1]

170915 - Lotte Duty Free Family Festival - EXO

Full Cut - The Eve + Kokobop + Ment + Heaven + Tender Love + Ment 2 + Power [1]

Subbed Ment [1]

170922 - KCON Australia - EXO

Greeting Video [1]

EXO Cut - MC + Power + Ment 1 + Tender Love + Heaven + Ment 2 + The Eve + Ending [1]

Chanyeol & Seola - Stay With Me [1]

EXO - Power [1]

EXO - Kokobop [1]

170924 - Asia Song Festival - EXO

Full Festival [1]

EXO Cut - Kokobop + Ment + Tender Love + Ment 2 + Power [1]

OCTOBER 2017

171001 - Korea Music Festival - EXO-CBX

Full Cut - The One + Ment + Hey Mama + Ending [1]

171020 - TMall's Double 11 Collection Gala - LAY

TMall Webo Update [1]

Lay - What U Need? [1]

Ment [1]

Backstage Interview [1]

NOVEMBER 2017

171101 - Pyeongchang Olympics G100 Concert - EXO

Rehearsal [1] [2] [3]

EXO Cut - Power + KoKoBop + Ending [1]

Ending [1]

171104 - Dream Concert in Pyeongchang - EXO-CBX

Full Concert [1]

Full Cut - Hey Mama + Ment + The One [1]

Ending [1]

DECEMBER 2017

171225 - SBS Gayo Daejun - EXO

Red Carpet [1]

Opening [1]

EXO - Kokobop [1]

EXO - Run This [1]

EXO - Power [1]

Ending [1]

171229 - KBS Gayo Daechukje - EXO

Red Carpet [1]

EXO Concert - Call Me Baby + Touch It + For Life + Ment + Kokobop + Ment 2 + Power [1]

Interview with EXO [1]

All Artists - Music is My Life [1]

All Artists - Love and Remember [1]

MC Chanyeol Cut [1]

171231 - CCTV New Year's Countdown Concert - LAY

Lay - I Believe [1]

171231 - Hunan TV New Year's Countdown Concert - LAY

Lay Weibo Update [1]

Lay - Boss + Mask + Sheep [1] / [1]

Backstage Interview [1]

171231 - MBC Gayo Daejejeon - EXO

Opening [1]

EXO - Kokobop [1]

EXO - Universe [1]

EXO - Going Crazy [suho]

MC Cut [1]

Ending [1] / [1]

Part 1

[cinnaminyoons]

( THE BUDDY SYSTEM. )

ミ☆ the journey of growing up is a rough one, but at least he’s got you next to him.

⤷ PAIRING jjk x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 4.5k

⤷ TAGS high school au, confessions, friends-to-lovers, brief self doubt

⤷ REQUESTED

Hi! I’ve read a lot of your stories and I really really love your writing! It’s amazing. It really inspires me as a writer myself. And as a pan boy I also appreciate the male reader as not many people write that. I was wondering if I could request something.

Where Jungkook is the reader’s best friend and he has a crush on yn, and maybe gets jealous or something. Also, male pronouns. Thank you!!

he is wearing a dinosaur backpack as big as himself. he has a little navy tie and a navy sweater vest and charcoal-grey shorts that don’t hide his bony knees, and he clutches a small pink notebook in both hands as he trails behind the rest of his class, with the teacher at the head.

he slows down as he passes the windows of the classrooms, gazing into them to see lines of the older kids diligently copying down weird maths questions from the whiteboard. they’ve got letters in them.

“jungkook?”

he glances away from the class, running towards his teacher and rejoining his class as they snake their way through the building into the one beside it.

they slow to a stop in front of another classroom. it sits on the ground floor and has a red door, which slides open to reveal another teacher. the two women smile and greet each other, and the one who opened the door waves jungkook’s class inside.

he doesn’t really listen to the teachers. he thinks he probably should, but standing in front of twenty bigger girls and boys is terrifying. he clasps his notebook to his chest, running his fingers obsessively over the bumpy leatherette surface as he stares at his polished black shoes. 

a hand places itself on his shoulder. he glances up at his teacher. she smiles down at him, extra gentle because he’s the youngest, and says, “your buddy is right over there. will you go say hello?”

he gulps and nods, casting his eyes over the seated students until he falls upon a boy with his hand in the air. a digital casio watch with a black strap sits around his wrist. 

shuffling closer, he takes a cautious seat in front of the other boy. his desk is next to him. all the big kids are sitting on the floor next to their desks, and jungkook wonders if it’s to make them appear less scary and tall. 

“hi,” whispers the other boy, hushed to allow the teachers to continue pairing off the little ones. “my name’s yn. what’s yours?”

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[taedelight]

[cinnaminyoons]

( LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION – PT II. )

ミ☆ sometimes, the worst of situations leads to the best of things.

⤷ PAIRING myg x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 2.9k 

⤷ TAGS high school au, use of fake blood

⤷ SERIES part one

⤷ REQUESTED

heloo :D

can i request a part 2 for lights camera action? 🏃‍♀️

hoseok’s strange jumble of words scrawled on a torn scrap of paper and written in the opposite direction of the pale blue lines, had, in fact, been very important.

it turns out that hoseok knew just what to write to get the theatre kids’ attention because he, too, was participating in their secret play. yoongi had done his best to resist all of his attempts to get him to attend the practice sessions – he often used his end-of-day free periods to power-walk home and escape hoseok’s sneaky smiles and surprising strength.

however, hoseok isn’t stupid. after the first two instances in which yoongi narrowly escaped with his life, hoseok changed tactics. 

instead of roaming the school grounds in search of his missing friend, he used – or abused, yoongi would mutter grumpily – his position as student council president to steal council-member yoongi right out of his classes, with total support from teachers. those teachers love hoseok. everybody does.

because of his affable personality and shiny, squeaky-clean reputation, hoseok had been exempted from needing to have the necessary official letters asking that yoongi be excused from class. it baffled him every time it happened, to the point that he quietly followed hoseok to the theatre without complaint.

but, when yoongi said he couldn’t act if his life depended on it, he meant it.

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[cinnaminyoons]

( LUCKY NUMBER. )

ミ☆ fortune favours the bold, they say.

⤷ PAIRING myg x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 1.8k

⤷ TAGS baseballer!reader, first meeting, questionable baseball knowledge

⤷ REQUESTED

JUN I GOT A COOL ASS IDEA FOR YOU TO WRITE IF YOU WANT YOU CAN BUT IT’S INSPIRED BY THIS TWEET ! https://twitter.com/agustxdaeng/status/1464490746908753925

YOU can write like yoongi is a lucky fairy for the reader whenever the reader has a match or something(feel free to write about any sport) and like the reader and yoongi get close and eventually date?? idk you can make your own storyline!

the roar of the crowds. the staggering height of the stadium, the flashes of red and black and white of its guests. the heat of the floodlights burns like the midday sun; the worst of it’s blocked by the brim of your cap, but it does little to soothe the sticky summer humidity.

the heat might be an advantage, you think. it makes you think of home, of warm evenings spent training with the team, of grass stains and blood-flushed palms. after that, it’s just a matter of slowing your breathing and blocking out the screaming, chanting fans.

this may be the most important night of your career. not because of the game, but because of who might be watching it.

you’d overheard whispers that a certain idol might be in the grandstands tonight. another whisper, said with a wink by a teammate, was that he wore your number on his back.

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[avewritesmr]

Can i req, the prompt is no.26 for skz I.N

Prompt: “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

Word Count: 1058 words

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Male!Reader

Group: Stray Kids

Genre:  Fluff, Angst, Soulmate!AU

A/N: I wanted to try a Soulmate!AU where the soulmates meet in their dreams after they reach the age of 16, I really hope you like it 💖

Jeongin was exhausted. They had nearly two weeks of non-stop promotions and appearances and photo shoots and he was absolutely shattered.

Weeks like this usually meant that he would get less sleep than usual, but this week in specific he had maybe got a total of 6 hours of broken sleep and had been functioning on adrenaline and coffee alone.

Even when he did get to sleep for a little he was restless and he kept waking up every few minutes.

Now that the promotions were over Jeongin was planning to just crash.

He had been thinking of one thing the entire week, the first time he had met y/n in a dream on his 16th birthday, he remembers the older staring at him and he remembers thinking the other didn’t like him because he looked so surprised and angry. Then y/n had hugged him and cried into his shoulder and Jeongin remembered y/n telling him that he was so grateful for him because he had spent half a year thinking he didn’t have anyone and Jeongin was finally here.

Jeongin feels guilty when he remembers that day because he had left the other for an entire week now.

So when they get home after their final schedule Jeongin doesn’t even bother with a shower he just gets into his sleepwear brushes his teeth and goes to bed.

It takes him longer then he would like to fall asleep, but when he opens his eyes after half an hour he is looking up at pink skies and pretty clouds. There is a soft breeze blowing through his hair and damp grass under him.

It is always the same place, but he never gets tired of it, he doesn’t think he ever will.

When he stands the world spins around him a little and his knees tremble, he isn’t sure why he feels so tired and why walking is so hard. He thinks he is going to fall when his knees buckle but an arm wraps around his waist and holds him up.

The person is steadying him and Jeongin seems to instantly feel better, the fatigue from a second ago is gone and he turns around to look at y/n.

The older has a bright smile on his face and despite the fact that Jeongin is capable of standing by himself at this point y/n still has an arm around his waist.

Jeongin’s shoulders relax and he smiles, everything that he had felt had been going so wrong for the last few days wasn’t important anymore and all that mattered was the boy standing in front of him.

y/n is kissing him deep and hard and full of so much emotion. Every nerve in Jeongin’s body wants to touch the boy. So Jeongin wraps his arms around y/n’s neck and pulls him as close as he can until he can’t tell where his body ends and y/n’s starts.

When they pull away from the kiss, Jeongin just wants more, he wants to keep kissing y/n because he hasn’t been able to do that for a whole week and now that he is back in y/n’s arms he has no idea how he survived.

So he keeps kissing y/n until he can barely breathe and until his lips hurt and until the older’s head drops onto his shoulder and the arms around him pull him ever closer.

When they seem to have had enough of kissing each other they look at each other. At some point they sit down on the damp grass holding each other, looking at each other and smiling.

Jeongin decides that they just don’t need to talk. They probably don’t have much time together anyways. The don’t have enough time to waste. Jeongin’s heart clenches when he remembers that their time together is limited.

“I am sorry.” He needs to apologise because, it’s been a week.

“You don’t have to be, you were busy.” y/n is always like that, Jeongin looks up at him, y/n is smiling and the way his hair falls into his eyes and his eyes sparkle, it makes him realize. He really loves y/n.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“I know, one day Jeongin-ah, we won’t have to be so far apart.”

Jeongin believes him, he’d travel to the ends of the world to be with the older and he knows y/n would d the same for him.

Jeongin closes his eyes and falls back into the grass pulling y/n down with him. When he opens his eyes again the sky is changing, it’s getting darker he knows they don’t have much time left.

“Even if tonight finishes there will be tomorrow night.” y/n mumbles, “Soon Jeongin-ah, I’ll be able to see you.”

“What about the travel expenses?” y/n just laughs lightly, it’ll be fine Jeongin can see it in his face.

“it’s been 3 years,” y/n tells him sitting up, “we’ll be fine.”

Jeongin smiles, they’ll be fine.

“You get some rest now.” y/n is running his hands through Jeongin’s hair, there are stars in the sky.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When Jeongin wakes up Chan is shaking him awake, they have dance practice in an hour Jeongin should get ready.

He’ll see y/n tonight, and in 3 months it’ll be summer break, he assumes that this is what y/n meant by meeting soon,

Jeongin gets up happier than he has been in days, if the other members notice they don’t comment. Jeongin feels like something is different this specific day, everyone is acting strange.

When they walk into the dance practice room that morning Jeongin stops dead in his tracks.

He genuinely thinks that he is hallucinating.

Then y/n smiles at him and jisung pushes him forwards.

Jeongin feels tears slipping past his eyes.

He runs the short distance to the older and hugs him as tightly as he can, if he doesn’t hug tight enough he is scared that it might be some kind of a dream and when he opens his eyes y/n will be gone.

“I told you we’d meet soon.” y/n whispers into his ear. Jeongin laughs

He leans up and kisses him and this time it is more real than any time before.

[cinnaminyoons]

( LOVERBOY. )

ミ☆ he’s been working up the courage for this very moment for a long time. he can only hope you say yes.

⤷ PAIRING kth x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 4.5k

⤷ TAGS model!reader, anxiety-ridden gays being dorks

⤷ REQUESTED 

taehyung x reader 😼 tete in a distress on how to propose reader

“i love you,” taehyung whispers against your lips. it’s dark in the private room, and taehyung’s over-the-phone request for candles had been kindly obliged by the staff. this week is his turn for date-planning, and he brought you all the way across seoul to a restaurant so luxurious that even he feels intimidated by it.

you chuckle, folding your arms over the table. your suit fits you so well – taehyung does his best to keep his eyes on your face, but that, too, is swoon-worthy. he feels like a teenager all over again, staring at you longingly when he thinks you’re not looking.

“you’ve said that a thousand times tonight, baby,” you murmur. “you seem stressed. are you okay?”

he shakes his head absently. after a moment, upon realising that your question had been ‘are you okay’ and not ‘are you stressed’, he bobs his head rapidly, blushing. his soft hair flops over his eyes and he sweeps it away.

“i – i’m okay. sorry. it’s just… i know i haven’t really been present in our relationship lately, and i don’t want you to think i don’t love you – i really do! – or that i’m not as invested anymore, and i just want to make sure you know that you mean the world to me.”

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[cinnaminyoons]

( GUARD DOG. )

ミ☆ it’s your anniversary, but work gets in the way. 

⤷ PAIRING jjk x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 3.8k

⤷ TAGS torture/interrogation, murder, gore, gun use, swearing, suggested anniversary sex

⤷ REQUESTED 

A mafia kook with male reader? fluff, and thriller ? ty!! <3

italian leather shoes, polished to a perfect, glistening sheen, tap deliberately against the grey concrete. one foot in front of the other. click, clack. unhurried, unafraid. click, clack.

closer and closer, they slice through black, icy water, the white glaze of the back-alley lights rippling over the surface. the torrential downpour clatters on the corrugated iron roofs, crashing into them with all the rage and roar of a fighting bull.

the man’s hands, relaxed and open, are covered in black ink. it swirls around his slender fingers, around his wrists, and disappears into the crisp white cuffs beneath his black suit jacket. a shadow falls over his face, a sharp line cutting over his features from the edge of the umbrella over his head.

the warehouse door opens with a creaky whine. it is not his hand that opens it.

“sir.”

click, clack.

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[cinnaminyoons]

( HIBISCUS. ) 

ミ☆ with soil under his fingernails and a sun in his eyes, hoseok is everything you thought you couldn’t have.

⤷ PAIRING jhs x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 2.7k

⤷ TAGS florist/criminal au, hobi has freckles bc i said so

⤷ REQUESTED

helloo jun ^^

i wanted to request a hobi one shot where the reader is like a criminal/part of a gang on the run and he discovers flower shop where hobi who is a florist is working so the reader ends up being flattered and makes frequent visits (???)

i thought of this at like 3 am sorry if it makes no sense 😭😭

your feet hit the pavement as if you’re trying to move the earth itself. it’s late and this side of town closes up earlier than the inner city, leaving the streets fairly empty. it’s both good and bad. it helps you move through the alleys and streets swiftly, not having to worry about hurting others, but it hampers you in that there’s less chance of losing your pursuers.

you sprint by a building with a vertical neon sign, letters stacked on top of each other. the orange ‘e’ flickers weakly, flashing once more before dying out. it leaves the sign spelling out hotel h aven.

there hasn’t been much traffic recently. the cloud of pollution that sometimes settles over the road, making everything grey and mysterious, won’t visit tonight.

today, the sky is a chalky purple with thin pink clouds scribbled across it in crayon. the streetlights stand tall, arching over the road like metal trees, and their pale yellow heads glow faintly. it’s not yet dark enough for the light to leave its impression on the ground.

you skid into a long alleyway, only to be met with a high chain fence blocking off the other end.

they crow behind you, gloating and smug. the three men behind you slow to a casual swagger at the mouth of the alley, and one of them taps his baseball bat against the concrete with a smirk. they’ve already lost two people during the chase, too out of breath to keep running.

“nowhere to run now, prettyboy,” the one in the front calls, a devious triumph in his eyes. “hand it over and we can settle this like men.”

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[eatyourchancletas]

SUMMARY |  y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst

WARNINGS | violence, injuries, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | we are so sorry for the delay in uploading this chapter!! both monnie and i have been extremely busy with school and work, so it has been hard to write together! but this chapter was written and edited by the both of us and we still have a bit more to write for this series, so don’t worry. this isn’t the absolute final chapter of the series. we hope you enjoy reading, and once again, we apologize for the delay!

WORD COUNT | 2.0k

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it’s quick—both the beating of san’s heart and the drive to dongwoo’s place.

as the car comes to a quick stop san lets out a breath; he’s not sure how long he’s held it. he watches with antsy eyes as his comrades sort themselves out of the van.

“san.” yeosang’s voice is sharp in his ear, as if the older was right next to him. “you’re not to leave the van.”

san glares at the seat in front of him, “i know,” he grits his teeth, upset.

“san.” unlike the sharp voice that called him seconds ago, seonghwa’s was soft and cautious. he turns to the older, eyes softening at his smooth features. “don’t worry, we’ll be back soon,” seonghwa quickly loads the magazine of his gun, “with y/n,” he emphasizes to ease the boy’s nerves.

san stares at the older with an emotion he’s not sure he could identify—admiration? gratitude? he looks over at his friends until his eyes finally land on jongho. suddenly a wave of shame overcame him. these are the people he’s trusted the most. these are the people that, no matter what, would have his back and vice versa.

and they’re also the same people he fought with days ago over the person he’s fallen for.

he stares, sullenly, at the backs of everyone as they run to the warehouse at seonghwa’s command.

“if you’re worried you can always look at the cameras,” mingi says referring to the live feed coming from the member’s body cam’s.

san knows there is a reassuring smile on the younger’s face as he notifies him of something that could help calm him. “yeah.” he replies, reaching over from his seat and grabbing the case that is on the van’s floor in front of the seats he’s behind of.

as his other arm is still injured, he struggles a bit to unlock the case and pull out the device. by the time the screen is plagued with different body cam footage he hears muffled noises. his brows furrow, body leaning in closer while putting the volume up—the cameras drawing closer and closer to the sources.

“this is boring,” a voice drawls, “aren’t you two bored?”

there’s a grunt, san’s eyes dart from every camera footage until he finds one that has a view of a person—then four.

it’s jongho’s camera, the younger is close enough to provide a view of wooyoung, y/n and what san assumes are their torturers. his eyes are blown wide at the gruesome sight of the two—tied up to separate pillars and drenched in their own blood. bruises, cuts and shiners glistening under the flickering light bulb that is over them. even that much he can see from the lower quality of the footage and it’s enough to make his heart clench.

he flinches, eyes screwing shut when one of the men kicks y/n in the chest. gasping and whimpering sound from the doctor. san opens his eyes after a moment, worried when he hears a heavy sigh.

“listen, this isn’t hard. i’ve said this like a million times.” the man squats down in front of y/n, gun in hand—its end tapping y/n’s horribly bruised cheek.

san’s eyes bore into the figure of the man, debating whether he should sit as told or play bs on whatever table they had laid out.

“but this will be the last.” his finger hugs the trigger gently, itching to pull. “speak or we’ll blow your brains out. you have…” he hums, thinking, “about a minute or so to think about it.”

“bullshit it is!” san yells, slamming the camera shut and jumping over the seats and grabbing the sniper rifle propped against the seat. screw his wound.

he runs out of the van before pausing midstep. “safety first or seonghwa will kill me even if i’m already dead.” he grunts, running back and looking for a vest.

one minute.

less than forty seconds left and san groans at the pain from his arm as he rushes around. as he sneaks inside the building, he makes sure the gun is locked and loaded.

“seonghwa-hyung~” he sings into the in-ear, ripping the shoulder brace off. “care to say where the back entrance is at?”

“san-”

“he did not just-”

“are we surprised?”

“san, what the fuck are you doing?”

“choi san.” hongjoong growls, san dismisses their voices.

“choi san.” seonghwa’s sigh makes him grin, “you fuck this up and i’ll have your head on a silver platter.”

san pouts, looking around when he reaches a wall. “why not a gold one? don’t you love me?”

the older rolls his eyes, everyone feels it without the need to see him,“take a left and climb-.”

“hyung. i can’t fuck this up,” he runs to the left, eyes scaling the wall until he sees a ladder up ahead. “i have to save them, hyung.”

he swings the sniper rifle to his back by it’s sling, grabbing the handles of the ladder and forces his way up, bearing the throbbing pain of his shoulder.

“you’re an idiot.” san smiles at seonghwa’s remark.

“i know-” he’s cut off by the sound of a gun firing.

his blood goes cold, heart pounding in his throat and fingers locking on the rails of the ladder.

“san.” mingi’s voice brings him back from a dark thought. “he’s playing russian roulette.”

“this bitch.” san growls, regaining his senses and climbing up the ladder at full speed.

the ladder leads him to the window on the second floor. he takes a quick glance around before crouching down, swinging the gun back to his front and setting it up. he has y/n’s tormenter in view—it’s dongwoo. the fucker must have joined while he made his way here.

it’s not just him either, from up here san can see a few more people—some he recognizes from the incident with dongwoo. he grips the gun, contemplating his next move while dongwoo comments on how there’s only two rounds left, victim to the unknown.

“mingi take 12 o’clock, yunho 2, seonghwa 5 and jongho take the other guy.”

“you know, that’s the guy that took y/n.” jongho comments, “he looks so boring, no wonder i didn’t notice something was off.”

“don’t care.” san breathes out as he takes aim, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“let’s try again.” dongwoo says while standing up, pointing the gun at y/n’s head. wooyoung, even in his bloodied daze, gathered the strength to yell out in protest. his voice was so weak, throat scratched raw from the constant screaming he’d done from the hours of being tortured and witnessing it. he’d been trained to be strong, but how much of that training was useful when he’d never experienced pain like that?

san held his breath, aiming through the scope and waiting for the perfect moment. and he could’ve let out a sigh this time, dongwoo’s back was now in full display. he waited no more, finger pressing the trigger without a second thought.

four shots follow after.

quickly, san swings the weapon back and goes to the pole nearest to him, sliding down it to reach the bottom floor faster. there’s no time to cry over the pain in his shoulder, his main focus is y/n and his best friend.

“i want zero survivors.” hongjoong orders through the in-ear.

san makes his way to y/n’s limp body while yunho rushes to wooyoung’s aid.

seonghwa replies to the order, “roger that.” signaling the rest to spread out and take out anyone else inside the building. all of those gunshots were sure to alert anyone in the nearby radius, so it was never too much to keep your guard up.

he’s on high alert when he hears a groan, eyes darting down to see dongwoo’s eyes glare at him while trying to reach the gun he dropped.

“it’s not like you to miss the heart, san.” jongho murmurs as san steps on dongwoo’s wrist.

“was just messing around.” san says while kicking the gun away. “behave.” he warns the fallen man while returning to y/n’s aid.

as soon as he unties the older, y/n falls into his arms with a huff. san smiles gently, cupping up y/n’s face to see how bad his injuries were. “sorry we took so long.” he says while checking him for any debilitating injuries.

“awe, look at you. saving your lover boy.” dongwoo’s pained laugh resonates through the building. san ignores him—the fucker is bleeding out and he still finds the time to taunt him?

“can you stand?” san asks y/n, the older giving a gentle nod.

earlier, san kicked the gun towards y/n just in case. reassuring himself dongwoo is rendered useless, he picks it up before standing and hoisting y/n’s arm around his shoulder. it’s quite a struggle as the older wobbles at his own weight but san gladly helps him stand.

and finally having the situation under control, he turns to dongwoo, who has a shit eating grin on his face. it’s like the guy thinks he’ll be left alive.

“yeah,” san sends a smirk his way, the smug look on his face so strong dongwoo’s gaze faltered, “what about it?” and the trigger was pulled. point blank range on dongwoo’s face.

there’s a peaceful silence as they drive back to their hideout. san’s aware he’ll get an earful from the two heads of the group, but he could care less. his brother and lover are back safe and sound.

some time into the ride, y/n wakes up from a sudden bump in the road, letting out a groan as he grips his head. he felt like his brain was mush and floating around in his skull—he for sure had a concussion.

san flinched, his arm that was wrapped around the doctor’s shoulder loosening his grip. he makes eye contact with y/n, a small smile on his face when the older nudges his head closer to him. it seemd like minutes had passed in the stuffy van as their eyes remained connected.

no one dared to say a word, not wanting to disturb such a wholesome moment. san looked like he had found his person and if this was their moment of realization, what gave the members the right to screw it up. it had been an eventful few weeks, the solidarity in this moment was something they wanted to last forever.

wooyoung sat a row in front of the two, being treated by yunho at y/n’s request. san found it foolish yet admirable, y/n had sustained more worrisome injuries than wooyoung yet the older refused to be treated before him.

ignoring the dried and caked blood shading y/n’s cheeks, san caressed the tainted skin with the pad of his thumb. his own eyes burned, bloodied by the flying specks of dongwoo’s blood from shooting him so close, but he didn’t care. y/n was in front of him.

and although no one wanted to ruin the moment, seonghwa started to get irritated by the anticipation that they’d kiss. their faces were mere millimeters apart and all they were doing was staring at each other?

oh, what a coincidence, he needed to make a right turn at the next light. after making sure it was safe to turn on red, he jerked the wheel to the right. he tossed all consideration for the road out the window and watched the two through the rear view mirror.

at the sharpness of his turn, y/n had fallen forward, his lips connecting with san’s.

seonghwa smiled widely, holding in a cheer for his actions when all of a sudden a loud horn sounded and his attention was brought back to the road, “oh shit,” the wheel was jerked once again, his shoulders shrugging up in apology.

san and y/n parted their lips, sighing against each other. the younger let out a hum, “you taste different from before.”

maybe he was trying to be poetic or maybe just making a simple observation, but wooyoung couldn’t help but pipe in, “yeah. his lips are bloody.”

“shut up.”

[junjijunky-deactivated20220919]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request a Cix Jinyoung x m!reader where reader is a trainee under C9 and is best friends with Jinyoung? Jinyoung is older than the reader and is very protective over him and affectionate with him, and one day while they're hanging out, a shop owner compliments them by calling them a cute couple, and while they deny it, Jinyoung can't stop thinking about what the shop owner said, and eventually he begins to question if his feelings for the reader are just platonic, and eventually he confesses to reader while they're star gazing. Make sure you take breaks and get lots of rest. Have a nice day/night!

your my star | bae jinyoung| f

thank you for requesting! i apologies this took a few days, i was a little busy.

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paring : bae jinyoung x male reader

synopsis : jinyoung invites you to skip extra practice and go to a café. the owner sees you two while cleaning up a table across from you and compliments you as a couple.

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"One peppermint hot chocolate, please!" You ask the cashier with giddy, your hand on the counter as you jump up and down slightly. "Calm down, M/n. It's just a drink, your about to explode." Jinyoung, your senior bluffed as he watched you happily take your hot mug. Your eyes glittered at the tall whipped cream with green festive sprinkles on top. You stuck your lips into the cream, getting a little bit on your nose. "Uh- M/n..." Jinyoung gestured to your nose, but you looked at him confused. Jinyoung chuckled as he reached for a napkin on the counter and whipped your nose off. "Oh, thank you, Hyung." You scrunch your nose with a grin. "By the way, where are we going? It's not often you skip practice." You both settle down at a small round table near the exit, an older couple is sitting close while the table by the other side is being cleaned by an employee. "I figured I needed to go outside once and a while, you know? And I knew you'd tag along for anything involving food." Jinyoung reached over the table and pinched your cheek. You giggle, a faint blush creeping on your cheek. You hide it with your hot chocolate mug. Jinyoung retracted his hand and took a sip of his coffee. As he drank, his eyes peered over to the middle-aged woman cleaning the table. He noticed a bundle of keys falling out of her pocket and leaned over to pick them up. "Excuse me? You dropped your keys, Ma'am." "Oh! Thank you, hon." She takes the keys with a smile, Jinyoung bows slightly, and returns to looking at you. "You're done? Already?" Jinyoung questions as he sees your mug is empty. "What? It was good cocoa, Hyung." You shrug with an innocent shimmer in your eyes that melts Jinyoung's heart. The woman that was beside Jinyoung chuckled, "You two are so cute and youthful." "O-Oh, we're not together. Just two friends... at a cafe!" You quickly deny the compliment, now a little awkward between you and Jinyoung. "Sinc your done with your cocoa, shall we go?" Jinyoung requested. You nodded, then the two of you stood up and exited out of the cafe. While walking down the street, Jinyoung was in deep thought. It bothered him, the thing the shop owner said. Every so often Jinyoung would look over at you than space out. "Jinyoung, do you have something to say? You keep looking at me weird." "Eh? Uh, no I mean," Jinyoung frantically scattered his brain to come up with so excuses. "Do you want to go see the s-stars?" "Yes! But where?" Out of excitement, your small hands wrapped around Jinyoung's wrist and shook it. "Um, well it might be too late now the park might be close." "Then let's run!" Before Jinyoung could protest, his long lets were being put to the test as you basically flew down the street. Eventually, you found the place Jinyoung was talking about. A hill beyond a park that you had to pay to get into. You both climbed to the top and collapsed once on the flat side. Jinyoung propped himself on the palm of his hands as you laid your head on his lap. Your eyes were closed as you two waited for the sun to go down and the stars to start showing up. "Do you know astrology, Hyung?" You asked, Jinyoung humming a no. "Put your hand out like this." You raise your hand spreading your thumb slightly, Jinyoung followed suit. "Close one eye, and then close your pointer finger with your thumb." "What's this supposed to do?" "You're catching a star, just do it." Jinyoung followed your direction but was taken aback when you raised your hand to his face. ''What are you doing?" "Hyung. You're my star." You grin at the cheesy joke, which made Jinyoung fight back his own. Which of course, he lost. "Haha. Your so childish, you know that?" Jinyoung dropped his hand down on his lap near your head. "Hyung?" "Mmmhm." "Do you think I'm enough to debut under c9?" Jinyoung's smile frowned, his hand moved to your hair, caressing it gently. "of course, you're almost there, M/n. Don't give up easily." "M'not, I swear. I just kept thinking, like, what happens if I'm not picked? What will I tell my parents? That I failed?" "You won't. And your parents won't disown you, M/n. I promise you, no matter what the outcome is your going to get there." "No matter how long it takes?" "No matter the cost, whether that's time or skill. You got this, M/n. Plus, I'm beside you now and forever." "Ew, cheesy!" You cringed at Jinyoung's words. Jinyoung rolled his eyes and shook his head. You stood up and balanced yourself on the hill. "Hey, shout something." "What, why would I do that?" "Because it'll be cool! Say something... something you've been bottling up inside. Like a feeling." "You go first then, Einstein." Jinyoung stood up beside you. You cupped your hands around your mouth and took a strong inhale. "I'M HUNGRY!" You shouted an echo feeding into the adrenaline in your veins. Jinyoung chuckled before thinking of his own thing to say. He mimicked you and cupped his hands around his mouth. He inhaled and screamed, "I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU!" You stood shocked, both at how much louder Jinyoung's scream was and what he said. Jinyoung turned to you and repeated his words. "I have feelings for you, M/n."

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i realized some people struggle to write angst, while others struggle to write fluff.

why do i fall under the struggling to write fluff part-

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I feel you with this whenever I dabble with writing I always write angst 💀 gotta love trauma.

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Can i request for golden child bomin?

It is about soulmate but i'm scared it's going to be confusing.

So this soulmate thing works like a halo of light on people wrist that can change colours based on their relationship with their soulmate. Also when they first meeting their soulmate, it will vibrate. And just because yours vibrate, it doesn't mean you are the other people soulmate.

In this story, Bomin rejected by his soulmate and it turned his halo to pitch black colour. He always ridiculed by his peers because of his halo state. Then Reader come to his life, saving him from his bully. Reader is cold and aloof person. He kept saying he regret saving Bomin with how Bomin now likes to stick close to Reader. Reader didn't want to stand up for him, but his feet kept moving by itself. And no matter how mad Reader at him, Bomin smile never falter. Bomin love Reader, but he's scared for another rejection. Bomin saw Reader hanging out with someone, smilling lovingly and it break his heart. Bomin suddenly just dissapear from Reader world. Reader worried and search for him. When Reader found him, he scolded him and then Bomin confessing his feeling and Reader also told that he loves him too and both of their halo glowing and turned to pink colour. Btw Reader halo was normal colour at first.

You don't need to write the exact same like this, feel free to change anything. I only want to tell you about the concept? Sorry if it's too long. Thanks for having a time to read this :D Have a good day!!

bomin x male reader

note: don't worry about sending long requests buddy, it's fine! i'm sorry for taking so long but it's here now lol i'm not too sure it came out well but i hope you like it! i had to split it since it ended up a bit too long, hope that's alright.

i haven't slept in almost 3 days so please alert me of any typos/skipped words if you spot any!

word count: 5,3k

continues in reblog!

warning: bullying

if it's triggering for you, skip from:

< A heavy, leather ball was sent hurtling his way,>

to <"Leave."> +

<That morning he was in the gym's changing room,>

to <The uniform was ripped from his face,>

"It never happened, the Wave."

Bomin's lungs felt to collapse, his mind filling with only white noise before whirring to life and scouring through every memory he had, every emotion he'd experienced. He was sure he'd felt it, the miniscule sparking at his soulmark; it had even changed colour, hadn't it?

In sudden doubt and panic, he wrestled the sleeve of his denim jacket up his forearm, his skull buzzing with a mantra for his soulmark to still be its sweet pink, for it to contest that which the other was telling him and prove to him what they had was meant to last.

It was. It bashfully glowed around his wrist in the hues of a sunset, warm and pleasant, a far cry from how he was feeling at that moment. And yet his heart was elated, a large smile tearing his lips apart as he desperately lifted his hand in show, gripping his arm steady as though someone might try to steal the one evidence of their supposed destiny he had.

"But look, it's － it's turned! It's impossible . . ."

The words died on his tongue before they could trip past his teeth and over his lips, for the male opposite him mirrored his actions to show his own soulmark: a baby blue, mellow and cold. Bomin stared, sight absorbing the information as all hope drained from his face, leaving his expression bleak and helpless.

"T-That －"

The other hid his wrist once more, slipping his hands into the front pockets of his joggers.

"It went back to normal after our second month together," He began to explain, voice disconcertingly devoid of sympathy as he watched Bomin's lashes begin to shimmer, bejeweled by tears, "I thought it would turn again if I waited a bit more, but it's not and I don't want to continue lying to you. I'm sorry."

Though he was apologising there seemed to be no true weight to his confession, a hand only forcibly amicably going to pat at Bomin's right shoulder before returning to its nest in his pocket.

A deafening quiet encased them, the distant hum of the school's machinery entangling with the groans of cars that passed by just beyond the high wall of the backyard. There was no one but them in a place where scarce students came, either to sneak a smoke or skip classes, but at that moment, Bomin couldn't think of anything except what this place meant to him with the person standing in front of him. Them revising for tests and him sleeping on the other's lap as fingers tenderly ran through his hair, them hiding away during free periods to share earphones and sit together on the typically unkempt grass.

Memories once like an embrace now felt akin to a vice grip around his throat, growing tighter until a small, pathetic sputter of a cry spilled from his mouth and he cupped it shut, lowering his head in a vain attempt at not being seen. But the male could see him clearly, hear him trying to restrain himself from near-sobs, and did nothing.

"I'm sure you'll find the right one, Bomin," Was all he offered, turning to leave, "Take care."

It felt to be crumbling, before his leaking eyes and the void ones of his ex-boyfriend who turned his back on him and disappeared behind the building's corner. Through the tears that spilled and obscured his vision, with a pulse thundering so loudly in his ears he could barely pick up on the school's bell ringing, he slowly brought his wrist beneath his gaze and if what he felt before was pain, what crushed his bones and set his flesh on fire then was the sight of his soulmark: a murky black swallowing what once was so warm toned.

It had since been a year that the soulmark died and remained a non-physical scar on Bomin's body. He wore it with shame, beneath long sleeves and away from the sight of others, even if some time after the change had been gym class and there was nothing he could do to prevent a shrill, curious voice from loudly asking why his soulmark looked the way it did.

Bomin's frame quivered beneath the burden of countless pairs of eyes trailing him from then on, jeering and snickering never falling too far behind, and within days seemingly the entire student body was aware of his rejection.

He'd tried to ignore the comments whispered too loudly behind him, the lingering inquisitive looks often mixed with judgment, for his case was a rare one and not even he knew what would come of it; and after some months he grew accustomed, but it was impossible to dismiss a specific group of people who found joy in harassing him whenever their paths crossed in the halls or on school grounds.

"Catch, Bomin!"

A heavy, leather ball was sent hurtling his way, his own body spinning in the direction of the faux warning call only for the rough material to crash into the side of his face. He momentarily stumbled as balance was hard to find, the world distorted around him for a handful of seconds and his ears rang before they cleared enough for him to hear the harping laughter that surrounded him.

"Dumbass, don't you know we're playing dodgeball? Dodge!"

With no chance of recomposing himself, a second ball was thrown at him, this time striking his chest with such a force that he finally toppled backwards, landing with a harsh thud on the ground, his wrists sharply aching as they'd tried to soften the hit of his fall.

Bomin gasped for air, a frantic hand rushing to clutch at his front where his diaphragm struggled to aid his breathing. A fish out of water, his mouth gaped as he took in ragged breaths, the sound grating as though trickling from the mouth of someone being strangled.

"Miss Baek, Bomin got hurt!"

It was the voice of Dahyuk, one of Seungjun's friends and Bomin's tormentors, and his call promised nothing but more fear to churn in the latter's stomach.

"If there's no blood just take him to the infirmary!" Returned the gym teacher from the other side of the court where she watched over the second half of the class' match, but even prior to her words of dismissal the two taller students were fast approaching a cowering Bomin who felt to be a slab of meat tossed into a pit of starved hyenas.

"Let's get you to the nurse, Bominie," Seungjun said in a tone so saccharine that it almost made the smaller gag, before whispering against the shell of the latter's ear, "You might really need one in a bit."

And his arms were gripped painfully tight as he was hauled onto his wobbling feet, head spinning at the sudden action. Before he could react to the fresh ache in his limbs he was spun and tossed like a rag doll over Dahyuk's broad back, having no choice but to fall limp and let himself droop over the male's frame as he was carried out of the gym and away from any sort of safety.

He was hauled in absolute silence for a fair while, Seungjun strutting at his side with his hands deep in his pockets and a glint in his irises that didn't fully let Bomin fall at ease. Perhaps even rightfully so, for soon they strayed from the path to the infirmary and took a turn into a short hallway leading to two temporarily closed classrooms.

Bomin's muscles grew tense and he started to fidget, shifting uneasily as he mind whirred in need of finding a way out despite the growing throbbing on the side of his skull; yet his thought process was cut off and the only thing to leave him was a brief shout and a subsequent groan when his body was abruptly tossed to the ground as though it were a sack of rocks.

The entirety of his side hurt then, having landed on his left forearm, but he wasn't allowed the time to process what he was even being subjected to for Dahyuk's sneaker was promptly digging his wrist into the ground － the one with his soulmark that peeked from beneath the sweatband over it.

"Agh! Stop!"

"Is whining all you're good at, cry baby?" Seungjun had crouched beside the other then, a skin-searing sneer on his mouth, and before Bomin could work on withdrawing the tears that had been gathering at his lashes, his jaw was grasped at with a strength that forced a whine out of his squashed lips, "I can break your wrist if I want. Would that make you cry more?"

It took a fraction of a second for Bomin's rattled mind to process the － possibly very real － threat and fervently shake his head as strongly as he could against the vice-like grip at the bottom half of it, but his hopeful denial was rendered unnecessary when a new presence made itself known.

"Leave."

It was a dry command, no real emotion behind it yet no easier to budge than stone, but it had momentary control over the entire scene, everyone's breaths stilling. Evidently, it was a power Seungjun's pride would never let him submit to, so with a rushed jerk that almost had Bomin’s head crashing against the ground, he stood and spun on his heels.

"Who the fuck are you?"

There was a pause, one during which the newcomer assessed the tags on the two bullies' tracksuits; something Bomin didn't see because he had to decide on whether or not to open his eyes, and something that very nearly sent both Dahyuk and Seungjun over the edge for how could anyone not know who they were?

"We're in the same grade," The male informed, disregarding the question directed towards him, "Leave or I'll tell everything to the principal."

The warning seemed to push Seungjun over the edge before a hold on his sleeve at the will of Dahyuk reeled him back.

Still, he couldn’t stop himself from baring his teeth in a portrayal of distaste, making a show of spitting at the ground before the newcomer’s feet as the duo walked past him.

“We haven’t even done anything,” He purposely grazed their shoulders but at the lack of reaction from the other he huffed, “Fucking buzzkill.”

With Seungjun's voice silenced and the steps of the attackers dimming out in the distance, Bomin dared to shift on the ground, carefully pulling his throbbing wrist towards his chest and attempting to steady his breathing.

“You’re the one －”

Bomin startled at the close proximity of the male, not having noticed him approaching and kneeling down beside the injured smaller. His eyes fleetingly scanned over the nametag on his blazer, of a colour that showed he was part of the student council and with the name '[Y/N]' etched across it. Bomin curled in on himself under the strength of [Y/N]’s watchful gaze, dropping his own to his lap as he sat upright － though not without a painful twinge in his diaphragm.

“Yes, with the dead soulmark,” He sombrely confirmed with a wince, “Thanks for helping me, [Y/N].”

The taller blinked at that, sight hopping between the profile of the pale boy and the wrist he nursed in his own free hand.

“I’ll take you to the nurse’s office.”

Bomin's doe eyes fluttered to him, finally, and something inexplicable shifted in the air between them. [Y/N] made to move but the smaller kept his sight fixated upon the subtle furrow in the other's brow, even when the council member's hand had eased his own grip off his throbbing wrist to hold it instead.

"It's already bruising and it's hot to the touch," [Y/N] softly murmured, tenderly sweeping the pad of his thumb across the inner part of Bomin's wrist － Bomin hoped to whatever entity could hear him that it wasn't possible for the other to feel how his pulse spiked. [Y/N] met his stare again, face still cold and lips pulled straight, but there was an intensity there that had Bomin gulping embarrassingly strong, "You look like you have problems breathing as well. I can't let you go alone."

Right, he was being offered a guide to the nurse's office.

"Thank you for . . ."

The words fizzled out on his tongue but [Y/N] shook his head, as though shooing away the intended gratitude. Under Bomin's ginger stare [Y/N] stood, straightening out his blazer prior to taking note of the pair of eyes on him. He quirked an inquisitive brow then, something that brought Bomin's ears to tingle shyly, before jutting a hand outwards, a leather bracelet slipping out from beneath his long sleeve.

"Take my hand, I'll pull."

And it was only for a brief second that Bomin's previous negative experiences with trusting students he wasn't acquainted with scared him out of letting his hand sit upon the open palm offered to him, because he urgently pushed the doubt aside and let their skins meet in a strong hold that soon heaved his entire body up.

His knees jerked beneath his weight and he sputtered for breath at the suddenness of it all, a reaction that had worry alight in the irises of the other student, his hands instantly clutching Bomin's shoulders in case he collapsed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through," He hurried out, tone oozing an unfamiliar level of concern － Bomin couldn't recall the last time someone outside of his family spoke to him in such a way, "Do you need to sit down again? Should I bring the nurse here?"

Bomin was quick to wave a dismissive hand, clearing his throat as though that would mask his still raspy inhales, "I'm not that hurt, I can make it."

[Y/N] seemed to mull over the words of assurance he was offered, a glimmer of distrust and a sense of consideration shrouding him before he gave a settling nod.

"Alright, but hold on to me while we walk."

There it went, Bomin's heart skipping another beat.

It was just the effect of [Y/N]'s rare display of care and aid that had Bomin's stomach fluttering, surely, because Bomin was bad, he fell hard and fast, but this was a bit too quick even for him.

At least that was what he tried to convince himself of as a heat settled on his cheeks and stubbornly lingered as the two walked side by side.

He was wrong. Bomin hadn't fallen, he'd crashed, straight into a wall of emotion that would take him months to climb over and leave behind should he need to.

It was an infatuation of sorts mixed with a sense of safety that [Y/N] provided. They were in the same classes but whilst Bomin consistently sat to the middle left and focused on nothing else but the board, [Y/N] sat to the front right, in his own small group of friends and often missing an hour or two for council meetings. They'd simply never interacted until then, but now that Bomin was aware of the other, his eyes couldn't seem to let go of him.

They'd linger and watch as [Y/N] would doodle in his notebook during certain classes, soak in his every movement during P.E. and hover over his each sporadic smile.

It took another few weeks for Bomin to work up the courage to speak with the council member again, though not specifically of his own volition.

That morning he was in the gym's changing room, ridding himself of his dampened vest when he was jumped by Dahyuk and Seungjun, their berating and taunting words piercing his eardrums as he was pushed up against his shut locker and had a filthied t-shirt shoved in his face, muffling his shouts for help.

His hands frantically pushed at the other's chest, swatting and feebly punching as he shook his head, trying to break free from the stink of the uniform whilst the two howled in twisted amusement at his struggle.

"What, don't you like the smell of a man?" Dahyuk's leer was only mildly veiled, "You should enjoy it while you can since you'll never have anyone, right?"

Bomin was gasping for breath then and tears had begun to spill past his lashes. It was hopeless to fight back, the more he did the more entertaining he was of a toy for them, so he went limp, bit his mouth shut and squeezed his eyes closed. He ignored the stench that filtered up his nose, ignored the agonising grip on his shoulders that held him up against the wall of lockers that's metal bits dug into his lower spine.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Wait, that was －

The uniform was ripped from his face, clear air cooling his lungs as the body before him went tumbling to the floor. He was gaping and panting, watching as Seungjun attempted to stand his ground out of pride whilst Dahyuk whinged on the ground, holding onto the side of his jaw.

Bomin's breath caught in his throat and for a split instant, he felt fear. But [Y/N] was on his side, [Y/N] was defending /him/, and the realisation had his eyes dripping once more as they soared in the taller's direction.

[Y/N] was livid, every visible muscle taut and his facial features warped with more emotion than Bomin had ever seen him display. For a moment, [Y/N] looked to him and Bomin reflexively wiped at the tears streaking down his cheeks, ashamed, and then he redirected his focus to Dahyuk who had made to stand, not without grunting.

"I asked: What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The silence that fell was tainted only by Dahyuk's heavy breathing and Bomin's uncontrollable sniffling, but the chatter of the rest of the class approaching promised a quickly nearing end.

At the lack of response, [Y/N] took hold of Bomin's hand and turned to leave.

"You'll regret it," Was all he left them with, and as the two exited through the door a punch packed with frustration landed against the lockers, causing Bomin to startle and cling to [Y/N]'s side on instinct.

[Y/N] looked down at him, Bomin forcing himself to meet his look before he realised how pathetic and distressed he must appear and facing the floor instead.

"I'll report them, no need to worry."

Bomin nodded, gradually easing his grip on the latter until [Y/N] held onto his hand tighter, as though warning him to not fully let go. Bomin didn't, not until [Y/N] walked him to the nearest bathroom and stood him before a sink.

"Wash your face off and I'll take you to our next class," He said in a tone nor warm or cold, which was disorienting in contrast to the way he treated Bomin, "After that I'll request a meeting with the vice about your situation."

Again, Bomin found himself nodding, mind spinning as it processed everything that had just occurred and not fully catching up with the present. As he made no start to do as requested of him [Y/N] sighed and released his hand, rolling up his own sleeves prior to cupping them under running water.

"Lean forward."

Snapping out of his daze, Bomin grew flustered, automatically doing as told without understanding the consequences － the consequences being [Y/N]'s hands carefully splashing water on his face, forcing him to shut his eyes and stay still as warm palms rubbed over his cheeks.

His heart sputtered like a weary car engine, distracting him from the fear-induced adrenaline he was still riding the tide of and guiding him along a river of softer emotions, though equally strong. [Y/N] was attentive as he continued to rinse Bomin's face clean, not minding the water droplets wetting the rims of his sleeves once they trickled down his forearms.

His touch was so delicate that Bomin almost felt the need to cry; though perhaps that was an aftereffect of what he'd just endured.

When the tap shut off and the touch that lingered on his skin lifted, he felt his lungs deflate with disappointment, a sensation that didn't last long as [Y/N] soon after was holding his face up and steady by the chin whilst his other hand dabbed Bomin's skin dry with some tissue.

Apprehensively, Bomin allowed his lashes to part and sight to settle on the person before him, but the close proximity he hadn't anticipated had him sharply inhaling and stiffening which caused [Y/N] to halt his movements.

"Did they hurt your face?"

Bomin could feel his blood thrumming in the shells of his ears, no doubt both a glowing fuchsia he wouldn't be able to hide, a colour that brightened when he saw [Y/N] take note of it.

[Y/N]'s stare paused, travelled back to Bomin's wide eyes and then he was stepping back, clearing his throat and bunching up the sodden tissue.

"You should be dry enough now," He mumbled, avoiding Bomin's eyes as he threw the paper away, "Let's head back."

And if Bomin had crashed into a wall before, he'd fallen into a quarry of feelings then because [Y/N]'s neck was flushed and his demeanour, though attempting to be nonchalant, radiated shyness, and it was the same purity of emotion that Bomin was experiencing.

For an instant, a foolish moment, Bomin wanted to do something. Maybe take hold of the other's hand, look him in the eye and tell him thank you. Maybe give his cheeks a chaste peck or wrap his arms around his waist and nestle into his broad chest.

He didn't, of course, they weren't close enough and he didn't want to scare [Y/N] away. Besides, he came to the solemn realisation, what would come of it? His soulmark was dead and [Y/N] would probably meet the one to change his own soon enough. If he were to openly fling himself onto the male, well, it would lead to nothing but rejection, shame and a new dent in the shell of his heart.

"Bomin?"

He tensed at the call of his name, looked up from his feet to see [Y/N] waiting for him to follow at the bathroom door.

"Coming!"

As promised, [Y/N] did make both Dahyuk and Seungjun pay, having them be suspended for almost a month and write letters of － feigned, certainly － apology to Bomin.

Air became easier to breathe for the boy for a while. Finally being liberated of his main tormentors for a chunk of time gave him a sense of freedom, a lessening of weight on his shoulders as he walked the halls without fear of being attacked. He tried not to think of how they would react upon returning, knowing that with [Y/N] by his side he was probably safe.

[Y/N] had, though he consistently grumbled that it was against his true volition, taken on the task of being Bomin's shield. He'd step in when students sparked fresh rumours about Bomin, he'd step in when Bomin was being ostracized, he'd step in when he was being taunted. [Y/N] had become his knight in shining armour, which Bomin openly claimed, much to the former's disgruntled abashment.

"You're making regret helping you. I feel like a baby chick has imprinted on me," He complained as he typically did when Bomin hurried over to him during break with two separate lunches, one intended for each of them － it had become so normal of him that [Y/N] stopped bringing his own food altogether, "Can't you cling to somebody else?"

Bomin beamed at him as he pulled a free chair out beside him and plopped down into it.

"Who else would I cling to if not you?" He was smiling so brightly that the wrinkles by his eyes grew impossibly deep, and [Y/N] found himself momentarily distracted by the sight until he ripped his gaze away and snatched up the box he knew was meant for him.

"Whatever."

At the words of surrender Bomin let out a chuckle, the natural depth of his voice making it resound around the pair as they began to eat. They fell into a peaceful stillness then, classmates occasionally bustling around them, shifting chairs or tossing things to one another across the room, but their little haven remained undisturbed.

Bomin began to wonder for how long it would last. For how long could he keep the truth in his throat and his heart in its glass box? For how long could he stay by [Y/N]'s side and hold back from touching him, hugging him, kissing him? For how much longer could he bury the affection in his eyes and care in his words?

How much longer until it broke him? Until he cracked and leaked his feelings everywhere like a faulty faucet and be left alone by [Y/N] once more? Even if [Y/N] didn't reject him, what was he to do about his soulmark?

Every now and again such thoughts would torment him: when he was preparing [Y/N]'s lunchbox, when they were texting in the early hours of the morning, when they fell asleep against each other watching a drama.

Months had gone by and the school year was about to end and yet Bomin was still fumbling with his feelings, still teetering between stifling them and allowing them to soar. It was torturous.

Though, perhaps, the worst feeling of all was when he'd hurried out of class at the end of the day to meet with [Y/N] after his council meeting finished and he came across a scene that had his insides knotting.

[Y/N] was there, waiting for Bomin where they'd agreed, but a boy was holding onto him, attractive and glowing, and something shattered in Bomin's chest when he saw the way [Y/N] watched as the male animatedly spoke: a fondness in his eyes Bomin suddenly couldn't remember [Y/N] looking at him with.

It was happening again, that chasm inside him reappearing and growing, leaving Bomin to float in a void of despair and self-hate.

He knew it would have happened eventually, he knew that if he never made his feelings clear he'd lose [Y/N] altogether, but he was afraid, stupid, and unwilling to endanger their current relationship. But of course [Y/N] would have someone, he was fawned over by mostly everyone, and whilst the majority made their interest clear, Bomin had let his chance his slip by.

'You should enjoy it while you can since you'll never have anyone.' The words he thought he'd forgotten suddenly rang as clear as day in his head, achingly loud and paralysing, and maybe Dahyuk was right after all.

The realisation struck a cord deep within him, soul shattering and agonising, and Bomin gave up for the last time. He allowed himself to fade into the background and walk away, returning home where he hid in his room and proceeded to leave it only for meals. Days trickled by and though his phone vibrated with messages of concern from [Y/N], Bomin merely read them and left them without a reply.

continuation

[avewritesmr]

can u do little college juyeon(theboyz) and reader?just them being fluffyyy🥺

Prompt: College student Lee Juyeon

Word count: 904 words

Pairing: Lee Ju Yeon x Male!Reader

Group: The Boyz

Genre: Fluff

A/N: this is kind of shitty but I enjoyed learning about tbz (Juyeon might be my bias tho Eric is def a contender for the spot) I am sorry it took so long, I hope you like it 💖

y/n watched languidly from the boundary line as Juyeon laughed with a boy he didn't recognise.

Despite being dead on his feet y/n had decided to come see Juyeon so they could crash in Juyeon's dorm after lectures that day, he hadn't been expecting Juyeon to get caught up playing basketball with a few of his friends but after the stress of exams it was a well deserved break.

y/n had little reason to complain anyways, he loved watching Juyeon play, the happiness it brought to the others face gave y/n enough energy to survive not going of to sleep as he sat there leaning against the gym wall his phone balancing precariously on his knee.

As much happiness and energy as watching Juyeon play normally brought y/n it wasn't enough to stop him from dozing off his head falling limply against his fist as he tipped forward jerking awake.

He looked around in slight confusion shaking his head to feel more awake and then settled back against the wall trying to keep track of Juyeon moving on court.

His attempt at wakefulness failed however and he felt himself falling back asleep too tired even to fight to stay awake longer.

Just as y/n was dozing off again he felt a hand in his hair and looked up through blurry eyes to find Juyeon kneeling in front of him.

"Hi" Juyeon said softly with a smile, y/n grumbled a reply that sounded faintly like a hello.

"Come on get up, let's get you onto a decently soft surface before you dislocate your neck." Juyeon laughed pulling y/n to stand up with him., he ignored y/n grumbling and let y/n rest against his shoulder as he bent down to grab both of their bags.

The trip to Juyeon's dorm usually took about 5 minutes but with Juyeon having to drag y/n and y/n making it a point to drag his feet more every time Juyeon tried to make fun of him it took them the better part of 15 minutes to get to the much desired bed in Juyeon's dorm room.

While Juyeon went about changing out of his clothes and getting himself a snack y/n decided to flop onto Juyeon's bed and try to fall back asleep.

failing to fall asleep he lofted his head to look at Juyeon and was rewarded with his boyfriend pulling off his sweaty shirt distractedly scrolling through his open laptop.

y/n squinted his eyes in a glare trying to get Juyeon's attention on him, when he failed he whistled making Juyeon turn to him with a shocked expression.

"I thought you were gonna sleep as soon as we got here?" Juyeon muttered quickly pulling on a clean shirt to avoid his boyfriends gaze.

"I found something better to do." y/n replied with a small smirk going back to lazily tracking Juyeon's movements around the room with his eyes.

Juyeon hummed his acknowledgement of the remark but didn't look up from the email he was writing. y/n groaned at being ignored.

"Honestly why are you working? we just finished exams, I want sleep!" y/n exclaimed rolling over so he could spread out on the mattress, he winced slightly hearing his elbows popping, a side effect of having so many essay style exams.

"So sleep, I am not stopping you." Juyeon replied looking up from his email with furrowed brows.

y/n turned his head to glare at Juyeon, "I can't sleep if your working a foot away from me, it makes me anxious."

Juyeon just rolled his eyes at the reply he got, "I need to finish this then I'll stop working and you can sleep without MY working a couple feet away bothering YOU."

"Ughhh, you don't get it!" y/n whined flailing his arms and legs in a way that made Juyeon smile while simultaneously wanting to throw the overgrown baby on his bed out of his room.

"What don't I understand?" Juyeon asked bemusedly.

"I need you to stop working and come sleep next to me, you need to rest after this week and I can only be sure you're resting if you're sleeping next to me." y/n explained, Juyeon would have laughed if it hadn't been for the serious expression on y/n's face.

Sighing in defeat Juyeon closed his laptop and moved to push y/n so that there was enough space for them both on the bed.

y/n, unlike the trip from the basketball court to Juyeon's dorm, moved easily and willingly making enough space for Juyeon to lay down next to him.

Once Juyeon was settled comfortably on the bed y/n wrapped his arms around him to pull them closer and so that he could rest his head on Juyeon's broad shoulders.

"Now you can't escape, rest through imprisonment if you will." y/n muttered his tiredness catching up to him.

"Sure, I don't think I'll fall asleep though." Juyeon replied even though he could feel the exhaustion of exams catching up with him.

"Yeah, whatever." y/n replied pressing a kiss to Jyeon's shoulder before he closed his eyes and began drifting off.

The last thing y/n felt was Juyeon pulling his hand up and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, he drifted off with a smile on his face.

My reasearch notes on Lee Juyeon, mostly acquired through a 30 minute introduction to Juyeon video on Youtube:

he likes playing basketball

tan skin (he looks hot okay)

main dancer/vocal/visual

likes ice cream

long arms/large hands

rubs neck often

a little thick and gullible

tall (1.81 m/5'9)

super caring and sweet

very quiet and serious student

23 years old currently

[daybreakx]

➵ astro eunwoo x gender neutral reader, strangers to lovers, college au.

➵ word count: 2.6k

➵ warnings: mentions of food and drinks, a little suggestive at the end if you squint. unedited.

➵ a/n: this wasn’t requested but I really enjoy writing these type of scenarios! I hope you enjoy it and if you could send me some feedback I would appreciate it a lot! You can also find similar stories with jinjin and txt yeonjun on my blog.

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It was your lucky day for more than one reason. Your last class of the day had been cancelled, your roommate was out of town, and the project you had due a couple days was done. Even in simple things, like getting a drink from the vending machine, the universe seemed to be in your favor, giving you a couple bottles for the price of one. 

You smiled to yourself, contemplating the idea of sharing your good fortune with someone else. It wouldn’t hurt and you knew you wouldn’t drink the other bottle anyway, risking a sugar high on the day you could rest wasn’t appealing.

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