scenarios of seventeen

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aaaaa thank you so much for 100+ followers, everyone! i know i haven’t updated in a while, but i promise to get back to writing scenarios asap. in the meantime, pls feel free to send in requests! 💗

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hey guys!! so I’ve doing a solo project for the boys. everything is explained in the tweet that I’ll put in my description but I decided to announce it here too for better exposure. im super embarrassed to reveal my twitter though. anyway, to anyone that is interested, please do contact me on twitter and in the event that you do not have a twitter account, then I will respond to you here. I’m not doing any of this for fame or followers as some might believe. I just genuinely feel an urge and want to tell the boys how much they mean to us. to me. so it would make me very happy if this project was a success and I know it would make them happy too.

thank you in advance for your support! please do help me spread this around!!

-elli

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minghao ; photographer!au

when your best friend is a good-looking guy with a knowledge of martial arts, you’d be a fool to say no to his every request. but that’s exactly what you’re doing to minghao, because you know he has a soft spot for you.

“please? just this once?” he begs to you, clasping his hands together and pouting.

“no. minghao, i’m not a model. find someone else to pose for you,” you say as you flip through a textbook you’ve been skimming.

minghao huffs loudly, earning pointed glances from the occupants of the public library. he ignores them and leans back, fiddling with the lens of his DSLR. it’s what he does when he doesn’t get what he wants: stay quiet and toy with his precious camera. he may be a rising photographer with increasing fame and more refined reputation, but to you, he’s still the same big baby you first met on the first day of kindergarten.

and, unfortunately, you have a soft spot for him, too.

“why are you so eager to take a picture of me, anyway?” you ask, breaking the silence, making your way towards an understanding compromise.

minghao still has his eyes on his camera. “it’s for my main piece at the exhibition next month. i want it to be about you, since you’ve stuck by my side for so long.”

warmth floods your chest. to have a sentimental person like minghao making a piece of his art about you is the best praise you’ve ever gotten. “considering all those years i’ve put up with you, the entire exhibition should be about me,” you joke.

“that’s not possible since you don’t even want me to take a single picture of you,” complains minghao. “come on. just one take.”

you snort. “it’s never just one take. it’s hours and hours of posing and - ”

click. the camera is in minghao’s hands, snapping a picture of you out of the blue, and you gasp, even louder than minghao’s huff earlier.

“delete it!” you shriek when a laughing minghao shows you an unflattering shot of you with your talking mouth wide open. “i say delete it, hao!”

“only if you agree to me taking a proper picture of you!” minghao proposes between giggles.

“that’s blackmail!” it’s your turn to complain, but eventually you sigh and concede. “alright. just one picture.”

minghao cheers and immediately starts pestering you to hurry up and finish your studies so you two can start working on it, but he doesn’t have to wait long since the librarian kicks the two of you out for being so noisy.

the weeks leading up to the exhibition are the times you’ve seen minghao at his most stressful condition. he’s working so much and so hard, slaving himself for his career, going back and forth between classes, the studio, and the gallery where the exhibition will be held. he’s running on little to no sleep, forgetting to eat unless you give him a reminder. dark circles are showing up below his eyes, his cheeks are sunken, and his already thin body is getting slimmer.

“hao, stop,” you say, when class is over and he stands up and hurriedly says goodbye to you to leave for his studio. “stay here with me for a while.”

worry instantly takes over his features and he plops back down on his seat, caressing your cheek with a fingertip. “why, y/n? is something wrong? are you sick? are you okay?”

the touch on your cheek is electrocuting on your spine, but you mask this abnormal feeling with an amused giggle and shake your head. “i’m perfectly fine. what’s wrong is the way you’ve been looking after yourself. in fact, you haven’t been doing that.”

minghao sighs, already knowing that this conversation would happen. you have always been so concerned and attentive about his health and well-being, which tugs strings at his heart. “i’m sorry, y/n. things have been hectic. the exhibition is a week away, and i gotta make sure everything’s perfect.”

“that’s a commendable thing, hao, but wouldn’t it be better if you were feeling perfect too?” you point out with a slight pout on your lips. minghao has always been too much of a hard-worker and workaholic, which impresses you and makes you proud, of course, but it’s a bad influence on him physically.

“i already feel perfect preparing about my exhibition,” minghao says, casting his gaze down to his lap.

“oh, i know, hao. i know that you always feel that way when you do your art.” you reach for his hands, and he accepts the tangle of your fingers, but he stays quiet. “but what i mean is rest. proper rest. with a chicken soup and hot tea and eight hours of sleep.”

minghao keeps his silence, but this way, you know that he is agreeing with you. “come on, let’s go to my place. you can go to work in the evening and i’ll accompany you, if you’d like.”

quickly, minghao shakes his head. “no, no, it’s okay. let’s just spend time at your place. it’ll make me feel better, i’m sure.”

afterwards, you take a tired minghao to your apartment, making him lunch and talking softly with him. you let him sleep on your bed and cover him with your thickest blanket, and while he rests, you caress the top of his head and massage his hands. little did you know, minghao is only half-asleep and watches your actions with a smile that is too love-filled for a best friend to have.

on the day of the exhibition, minghao is oddly nervous. he is always confident with his works and events, but now, he is trembling a little bit and darting anxious glances every now and then. you’ve never seen him like this before, so you suppose that this exhibition is an even bigger deal than usual.

“haohao,” you call out to him, using your nickname for him and holding his shoulders with your palms. “it’s okay. you got this. i’m sure they’re gonna love your pictures.”

minghao heaves a sigh. “there’s only one person whose opinion of the pictures i care about, and i’m scared they won’t love it at all.”

thinking that it’s one of the harsh photography critics that minghao has been facing throughout his career, you instantly shush him and give him a tight, warm hug. “you’re gonna do great, haohao. if that person despises your work, i’m gonna punch them myself.”

minghao manages a few chuckles and nods. “alright, you fighter. i hope you still remember the martial arts that i taught you.”

“i never forget, and i especially never forget the one who taught me those,” you say as you pull away with a big smile. “now go, it’s about to start. good luck, haohao! you’ll do well.”

he thanks you and hugs you one last time, as if he’s afraid of letting go, before he dashes to the main stage that’s set up inside the gallery. you mingle with the crowd that faces him. his exhibition pictures are propped on the walls around the room, but they’re covered with a black cloth, adding to the mystery and dramatization minghao is aiming for.

after minghao introduces himself on stage and is replied with a round of raucous applause, he states, “this exhibition is all about surprise. unexpected things. therefore, i’m going to do the unexpected and introduce this exhibition after i show it to you.”

your nerves tingle with excitement at this new prospect. it’s certainly unusual, but you know that the payoff will be much, much better than minghao’s earlier works. withholding yourself from jumping in glee, you count down along with minghao and the crowd, and in a moment, all the black cloths are removed.

you knew you would be surprised, but you didn’t know that it would go to this extent.

all the pictures that have been hidden underneath the cloths are pictures of you. you are never looking into the camera lens; they are all pictures of you in moments where you would least expect a camera - more precisely, minghao - to be watching. your side profile when you’re eating, your suspended laugh while watching a movie, you tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you falling asleep on a shoulder, which must belong to minghao.

and at the center of the gallery is minghao’s central piece. you remember that day when you posed for him; he asked you to do a million different poses and your whole body was sore by the time you finished. but, the result is breathtaking. there are multiple figures of you in that picture, with each figure being superimposed by about a dozen of you posing differently. it creates the effect of movement, overpowering and unpredictable, and you are entranced by it.

“this exhibition,” minghao’s voice interrupts your train or thought, “is dedicated to the love of my life, y/n.”

you quickly turn around, and minghao is already standing in front of you, flashing a soft smile underlined with nervousness. in a blink of an eye, you realize why he’s been working extra hard this time. why he’s oddly anxious about the outcome. who that one person is whose sole opinion he cares about.

“y/n and i had been friends for as long as i could remember.” his smile speaks of fondness, and his honey-sweet words are now directed more to you than the roomful of people watching and holding their breaths. “you have been with me through thick and thin, and i can’t remember the time when i started falling in love with you. you have been the one of the few people who have stuck with me, and you are the person i love the most. what i know is that i’m tired of hiding my love for you, y/n. i want you to know how much i love you, how much i want us to be more than just the best of friends. you are the best part of my life, and i can’t function without you.”

minghao has always been a romantic person. this grand gesture of love, making his entire professional exhibition about you, confessing his feelings in front of guests and the press and the critics, succeeds in making you burst into tears. it just shows how minghao does this simply for you, for the love he has for you. and it warms you heart very, very much.

“haohao,” you say between your tears, after a smile, “i love you, too.”

the crowd goes wild, but you pay no heed to them as minghao’s smile blinds your vision. he sweeps you off your feet, twirls you around, and gives you the sweetest, most loving kiss on the lips you’ve ever had, under the gazes of dozens of people and many forms of you on the walls. the thought that minghao has been overwhelmed with you through his pictures makes you want to do the same to him, so you wrap your arms around his neck and kisses him more passionately, intending to flood over all his senses, to fill his heart and his entire soul with your love, until he cannot bear it.

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jeonghan ; spy!au

i recently saw the film knight and day, and it inspired me to write this! it’s something a little different. enjoy, loves!

tw: mentions of blood and torture

jeonghan had been trained to have no heart, but surprisingly, he found his because of you.

he was stationed at a budding company working in the biggest sector of the country. this company was founded and operated by your father. as the company grew and flourished, it was becoming a threat to certain parties that jeonghan’s agency did not want upset. for the greater good, it was better that your father’s company was destroyed, along with all the people involved in it, so that all the secrets do not come into light. and jeonghan was the one who was given the task to do so.

completing this mission, even for a seasoned spy like jeonghan, would take quite some time. he wanted to gain your father’s trust so that the takedown could be extremely more effective. so, he stayed in the company for well over a year, disguising as a college dropout with a fire to prove himself. he began as a clerk, then an administrative staff, then rising along the ranks until he secured his coveted position: a personal assistant to your father.

the gold mine of access and information that came with this new position was a dream. yet, there was an even bigger distraction than before. and that was you.

jeonghan never thought that the child of one of his targets would be so effortlessly magnificent. the first time you saw him on duty, you approached him and greeted him. you even bought him a takeaway lunch and advised him on how to best handle your father. he had never been shown that much kindness and care in his harsh life, and to see you, a beautiful person inside and out, do this to him, unwillingly made his heart beat faster.

you visited the office more frequently since then, spending time privately with your father then with jeonghan whenever you could, though the latter didn’t know exactly why. he could only hope that it was because of him. that you were attracted to him also and couldn’t get enough of him, the same way he felt about you. he longed for your presence after you were gone, daydreaming about the smooth conversations you two shared across the table and the ringing laugh you had that made his chest all warm. he yearned to catch a whiff of your scent, see your stunning side profile as the sunlight from the window entered in, hear your voice as you told him about all kinds of things.

he wanted you.

but he knew he couldn’t have you.

if you found out the true reason he was here, you would despise him. and he wouldn’t be able to survive that. he would rather die than know you hated him.

so, he convinced himself that he should keep it a well-guarded secret. he much preferred to love you in silence, because that way, at least he got to love you at all.

however, what he didn’t expect was what you did one day.

“hannie,” you called him from the chair in front of his desk, using a nickname you made for him. “i need to tell you something.”

“yes, y/n?” he responded, knowing that it was probably a question of when your father would finish, or what he liked you to bring for lunch the next day, or what new TV show he could recommend to you.

“i think i... i think i’m in love with you.”

jeonghan’s head snapped up as fast as a bolt of lightning. you were staring down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers, too fearful and anxious to meet his eyes. he could sense how nervous you were, but it was no match to his own condition. if he weren’t seated, he would tumble to the floor. he suddenly couldn’t feel anything, save the drilling beat of his heart.

“y/n...” he mustered enough courage and composure to reach for your hand, and caressed the inside of your palm with his thumb. “i’m in love with you, too.”

the return of the confession made you gasp and look up. after exchanging looks of bewilderment, both of you screamed in joy and went into each other’s arms. you settled yourself in jeonghan’s lap, giggling and kissing his face, while he laughed and stroked your head affectionately. he couldn’t stop thinking of how sweet his reality was. he never thought he could be loved, yet here you were, proving him wrong.

but, he still knew what was at stake. his job jeopardized you. if the agency knew of your relationship, you would be terminated. spies shouldn’t have distractions, especially personal relationships. but now, things were changing. his heart was beating and existing. his loyalty was dividing.

“i’ll protect you,” he whispered as you two pressed your foreheads together. his eyes were heavy with tears and conviction. his tone was soft yet absolute. “i’ll protect you, y/n. till the very day i die.”

you nodded several times, unaware of the burden he was bearing, the degree of seriousness he was presenting. “i know, hannie. thank you. i always feel safe when i’m with you.”

and that was the truth. he was your rock, your guardian, your key to life staying intact around you. he was the center of your world. in fact, he was your entire world. he had been reserved and untouched before, but now, he was the warmest being. the way he brushed his fingertips on your skin, the way his arms pulled you into his embrace, the way his lips ravished yours - all spoke of love, uncontained and undying, only love.

the times you two spent together were priceless. you went on dates, outings, adventures in the city. you went to concerts, coffee shops, restaurants, amusement parks. every second was happiness for both of you. your father, astoundingly to jeonghan, approved of your relationship. “it would make the company run more smoothly in the future,” he commented. you playfully smacked your father’s arm, while jeonghan could only wonder what it meant.

he dug and dug, doing what he knew second best. (his first one was loving you.) once he figured it out, his heart nearly stopped.

your father planned to make you the successor of the company. he had been training you, teaching you the ropes of the business. that was the reason you came so often to the office. and since jeonghan was a future son-in-law and knew the company as good as you and your father, he wanted to make jeonghan a co-owner of the company.

this broke him down. he could see a desirable future as your personal and professional partner - in fact, he wanted that more than anything. to exist with you, side by side, unstoppable. but he knew he wouldn’t ever experience it. if he betrayed the agency, the agency would terminate him and do worse things to you and your father. and he couldn’t let that happen.

he needed to protect you.

the best way, as he had always been taught about, was to please the agency. put the agency first. but he had to do it without you getting involved.

so, one day, he did it. the culmination of his mission. he killed the company by stealing all of its funds, publishing fake negative records about the company, and murdering everyone in the business except for you and your father. the company went bankrupt and disappeared in an instant. however, he knew you and your father would be alright, since he kept the funds and planned to give your father access to them soon. this was the only way he knew that could satisfy the agency and keep you safe.

but, in his crazed, love-blinded haste, he forgot one thing.

the agency never missed.

a day after jeonghan submitted his completed mission report, he returned to your shared apartment to face his ultimate nightmare.

“h-hannie...” you croaked, trying to get up from the pool of your own blood.

“baby!” jeonghan shrieked, instantly coming to your side and pulling you into his arms, cradling your bleeding figure while tears ran away from his eyes. “my love... i...”

“they t-told me i needed p-punishment,” you stammered, coughing. “n-no. i am p-punishment. for y-you.”

“i’m sorry,” jeonghan sobbed, caressing your jawline and looking into your eyes. eyes that were fading. he screamed inside, his heart was torn open, broken, ripped, he was losing it again. because he was losing you.

“d-don’t be,” you forced yourself to speak, despite your lack of breaths, despite your blinding vision, despite your consuming exhaustion. “t-they told me what y-you’ve done, but i don’t believe a-any of it. my h-hannie is pure, i s-said. my hannie won’t even hurt a f-fly.” you clasped his hand weakly. “my hannie w-won’t ever h-hurt me.”

he wanted to say so many things to you - he wanted to apologize, to explain, to let you know that he loved you, that you were the best gift he had ever received and he was willing to fight for you. but it all died on his tongue when he felt that you were taken away from him by a pair of large, strong arms.

you had been a distraction to jeonghan’s mission, so you were made to be one when he was about to face his death.

another pair of arms took him to another room, and he was tortured, blood, slices, cuts, screams, pain. however, he couldn’t physically feel any of it. the stabs of the knives, the hits on his joints, the crack of his bones.

what hurt him the most was listening to your cries for him from the other room, breathless chants of “hannie! h-hannie!” and knowing that he failed, he couldn’t do anything to protect you.

when your lifeless body was presented to him by the agency, he lost his heart again. this time for good.

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wonwoo ; tattoo artist!au

due to all the talk about wonwoo visiting a tattoo shop, i came up with this! hope you enjoy it, bubs!

you had been working at your new job for several weeks now. being a tattoo artist wasn’t the dream occupation you had when you were five years old, but living it now, you realized that you truly enjoyed what you did. it was a platform for your creativity, and the people you met and work with were great company to be around.

one day, you went to work as usual. you did several customers, inking them in your usual spot by the tattoo shop’s gigantic window. the sunlight streaming in helped you focus, and if it happened to be a cloudy day, the rain was soothing to listen to while you worked. you were almost finished with a customer’s tattoo of a lightning when jeonghan, the attractive receptionist, came over.

“y/n, you’ve got a new one right after this,” he informed with a smirk.

“but it’s lunch break after this,” you pointed out with a small huff. you were hoping to take some rest after dealing with customers and being hunched over in concentration for a few hours. however, upon seeing jeonghan’s features, you raised a brow. “what’s with the smirk?”

“oh, nothing,” jeonghan brushed off, before repeating the words of their boss. “customers always come first. but i’ll extend your lunch break and have minghao cover for you.”

“thanks, hannie.” you flashed him a grateful smile. you finished up with the customer, said goodbye to her, and tidied your station for the new one to arrive.

“uhm, hello?” a deep voice called out.

you looked up from arranging your supplies. your jaw nearly dropped, and you couldn’t mask your wonder. the man who entered was possibly one of the most handsome people you’d ever seen. he had narrow eyes, a sharp jawline, a flop of dark, fluffy black tresses. he was incredibly tall, and from your seated position, he made your station look so little. but he had a timid, hesitant smile, and it was nice to look at.

“hello,” you greeted brightly. it was important to be as cheerful and welcoming as possible to the customers, especially if it were their first tattoo appointment. it helped decrease their nervousness. “i’m y/n. i’m your tattoo artist for today. please, have a seat.”

you motioned for the man to sit down on a large lounging chair between you. he did as suggested and placed his arms on either side of the chair handle. “i’m wonwoo,” he said in his deep voice, which didn’t match his soft-looking visage. he stared at you with certainty, though his smile was still a bit shy. “it’s nice to meet you.”

“likewise.” you smiled at him, and you found your heart beating a tad quicker when his smile broadened in response. “so, wonwoo, is this your first time getting a tattoo?”

“mhm,” he hummed. “i’m normally not the adventurous type, but i decided to get one.”

you were intrigued. as you prepared the necessary tools, you questioned, “oh, why the sudden change of heart?”

wonwoo stayed quiet before chuckling to himself. “just a special reason.”

you knew where this was going. there weren’t a few of your customers who came in for inking just for the sake of impressing someone. “a special someone, more precisely?” you ventured a guess.

“maybe. i don’t know yet,” wonwoo quizzically replied. at the confused expression on your face, he laughed, a high-toned laugh that made his nose scrunch and his eyes disappear. it was a laugh that made your chest warm, despite your bafflement.

“maybe you’ll know after you get this tattoo,” you said with a shrug. “speaking of which, what kind of design do you want to get?”

wonwoo pressed a finger to his lips as he contemplated. “i want it to be words. but i don’t know what kind of font that goes well with it.”

“luckily, i got that covered.” you excitedly reached for your portfolio of tattoo fonts and showed it to wonwoo. “you can choose what you like from here. it’s got every option in the books, so take your time.”

as wonwoo flipped through the pages, you provided some opinion and suggestions, which he took in openly. you liked seeing the way his eyes was full of concentration, his brows knitted, his lips pursed. you spent more time gazing at him than at the portfolio, and you wished he wouldn’t realize that. once he picked a font, you set out to work.

“does it hurt?” he asked, and you detected a hint of fear in his voice.

“a little,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “if it hurts too much, just tell me, and i’ll help in any way i can.”

“i have a feeling it won’t hurt since it’s you,” he said with a smile, and your heart skipped a beat. blush was creeping over your cheeks, so you hid them by looking down at his hand and setting out to work on the tattoo on the inside of his wrist.

throughout the whole ordeal, you were professional, checking with wonwoo about every little detail. but at the same time, the lines blurred and became much more personal. wonwoo said that his tattoo was inspired by his hobby of reading books. he worked at a nearby library and spent most of the day burying his nose in pages. he dreamed of being a writer or a professor, and he was writing his own novel and applying for a master’s degree. his fervor and sincerity impressed you, and you were attracted to how courageous he was to pursue his dreams. despite his taciturn demeanor, you knew that he was all fire burning with passion for what he loved, coupled with a determined will to get whatever it was he wanted.

you also shared tidbits about your life. you had always been fascinated with art, and you considered it a way to express things you couldn’t put into words. it was a liberating act for you, and as he darted his gaze around your station, he complimented the pictures of tattoo arts that you had done. it made you swell with pride and newfound affection for this man, this warm stranger with a beautiful smile. the flow of your conversation was natural and unforced, smooth and comfortable, interspersed with jokes and giggles and a bit of teasing. you had never felt more at ease with someone. wonwoo had the ability to make you feel wonderfully at home.

a few hours later, the tattoo was completed. the words ‘never stop learning’ were imprinted on the pale skin of his wrist in flamboyant curves and dips of pretty letters. “there you go. it didn’t hurt much, right?” you asked as you observed the result, making sure nothing was off.

“of course not. i trust you, y/n,” he stated, to which you beamed. “it looks perfect. thank you so much.”

“i hope your maybe-special someone is impressed when they see it,” you commented as you began cleaning your supplies.

wonwoo glued his gaze on his new tattoo and tilted his head to the side. “i think that someone is absolutely special to me now.”

he said it with so much vindication and sureness that it caught you off guard. how could he come to that conclusion so suddenly? you looked up, again finding yourself confused. “that’s strange. is it because the tattoo came out well?”

“no, no.” he shook his head. a smile appeared on his lips, and it was broad and joyful. “it’s because i finally had the courage to talk to you, and now i know how special you are.”

you blinked in shock. you opened your mouth to say something, but no words escaped. you? were you the one he had been referring to this whole time?

wonwoo watched your expression with amusement, but the shyness made its way back as he put out his confession. “i told you my library was near here, right? i always walk past this tattoo shop to and from there. every time, i see this beautiful tattoo artist working by the window, looking so skillful and talented. i became smitten instantly, really. i would catch glimpses of you smiling and laughing, and i would say to myself that today would be the day i go inside and approach you, but my confidence keeps failing me. until now. i specifically requested to the guy at front to get my tattoo done by you. if i had to do something impulsive and out of the ordinary like this, i wanted it to be by you, and for you.”

he was alternately glancing at you and at the tattoo as he spoke. all his self-assured charisma was stripped down to reveal this soft and loving side of him, and you had to take a few seconds to recognize that you were the one who was the cause of this. you were the one who was able to catch wonwoo’s attention, who was able to indirectly convince him to step out of his comfort zone, and that led him here, in front of you, asking for a tattoo and offering his heart.

“well,” you began, filling the void of silence with your quivering voice. “since you paid a visit here, i think i should pay a visit to your library. you can show me all your favorite books, and we can go get coffee together afterwards.”

wonwoo’s face lit up. his eyes brightened and his lips quirked upwards in a disbelieving grin, and you giggled to yourself, happy that you made him happy.

“i think you’re a special person to me too, wonwoo,” you continued. “i’d be happy to...” you tapped the tattoo on his wrist with your fingertip. “learn more about you.”

wonwoo’s grin was brilliant and everlasting, and your heart soared. you knew that this was the start of something special. this was the start of your forever.

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blurbs: batch 01 completed!

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[ 06.17pm ] the theater was quiet. there was only a handful of people watching the film other than you and vernon. it was your first date with him, and your heart was frantically beating, but you felt comfortable and warm in his presence. hesitantly, he put one of his arms around your shoulder. you smiled to yourself and went on to take his hand in yours, to which he replied by squeezing your hand and caressing the inside of your palm. you weren’t the only one who was nervous, and you weren’t the only one who was smitten.

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[ 04.06pm ] seungkwan was chattering away, excitedly informing you about the shops and restaurants along the streets. it was his first time being back in his hometown jeju after a while, and he’d wanted to bring you along. as you strolled on the sidewalk, you glanced at him, admiring the way his eyes lit up, his cheeks glowed, his smile wide, jubilance written all over his face, and you instantly knew that he was your happy place.

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[ 01.44pm ] you were panicking. you had a work interview at two, but it started raining heavily. the destination was close, yet you couldn’t possibly make it in time. chan, knowing how important it was for you, offered to take you there. so you two set off on foot, with you bundled up in three of chan’s large coats at his insistence, and him shielding you with an umbrella to keep you dry, leaving so much space for you that he ended up getting soaked in the rain.

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[ 04.47pm ] other than your love for each other, what you shared with wonwoo was a love for reading. in a free afternoon, you were sitting on the couch of your apartment with the latest novel of your favorite author in one hand. the other one was raking through wonwoo’s locks. his head was rested on your lap, and he hummed softly as he read one of his all-time favorite books with your soothing touch. you spent the rest of the day like that, silently reading and gently loving.

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Please just write any type of fluuff for Dokyeom! Your writing is great so far!!!

aaa thank you so much! thank you too for requesting this, bub! i hope you like it!

theater!au

“i like the way your hand fits in mine.”

you gulped. what seokmin said was part of the script, but your reaction to it was real. you were thankful that your nerves from his sweet words added more depth to your character, who was supposed to be falling for seokmin’s.

“then you should keep my hand in yours at all times,” you recited the script. however, you yearned to be able to say it not to seokmin’s character, but to the actor himself. “keep me warm.”

seokmin’s eyes met yours in a captivating gaze, and for a long moment you drowned in his dark orbs. he tugged you closer to his chest, and you could feel his arms around your waist, could feel yourself being enveloped in a heartfelt embrace, could feel your heart sinking because you knew that it was all just an act.

“always, my love.” his voice was low and heavy, a contrast to how upbeat and boisterous he usually was. a smile appeared on your lips, right on cue, but what was on your mind was the memories of a whining seokmin running laps backstage because he lost a bet to you, of a kind-hearted seokmin buying you a dozen hot packs in the wintertime, of a gracious seokmin opening the door for you and pulling the chair out for you and walking you home after midnight rehearsals.

now it was time for the kissing scene. this was the scene that you and seokmin always skipped when you ran lines together. it was an unspoken agreement that this scene was too intimate for the two of you, who had become close friends ever since the start of this play. yes, you had to be professional and should have practiced the scene with him, but you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to do it. you had thought that it was because you couldn’t see him as more than a friend, but now you realized you were wrong. it was because you did see him as more than a friend.

seokmin was a wonderful companion. he always threw smiles all around, greeting people with enthusiasm. he had impeccable manners and never let you touch a doorknob. he was funny, truly funny, making puns and lame jokes which had you exploding in laughter. you often played games with him, screaming and jumping and having absolute fun together. he also had the biggest heart. he lent his jacket all the time to you when you were hanging out at night, he made sure you walked on the inside of the sidewalk, and he questioned - practically interrogated - you every time about whether you had eaten or taken care of yourself. if you hadn’t, he’d get you a plate of hot food and offer a shoulder massage right away.

it was too late. you were falling for him, and being in his arms in a theater play was a bad place to have that realization.

“y/n,” seokmin suddenly whispered in your ear, and your body froze at the unexpected break of character. “we don’t have to kiss if you’re uncomfortable.”

this shocked and confused you. “seokmin, the director is sitting right there. of course we have to kiss,” you said, although your heart warmed because of how considerate he was despite this being his job.

“i don’t want our first kiss to be like this,” he mumbled, gripping you tighter, burrowing you in the safety of his arms.

“like what?” you asked curiously. was he having second thoughts too? perhaps because he doesn’t like me back, you thought, instantly devastated.

he paused. “like i’m kissing you as our characters. i want to kiss you as us. as seokmin, as y/n.”

your eyes widened. you immediately pulled away from his arms, much to the director’s dismay. “cut!” he screamed, but you weren’t paying attention. seokmin had your entire focus. he was staring at you with a mix of curiosity and concern. his hands were still resting on either side of your waist, afraid of letting you go.

“y/n?” he asked, his brows furrowed. you didn’t realize how handsome he was until this moment. his slightly unruly hair, his tanned skin, his thin lips, his inviting eyes. “y/n, are you okay? did i hurt your feelings?” his expression turned despondent. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to - ”

“kiss me,” you said breathlessly. you two weren’t in character anymore. you two were in reality, yet you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach and your heart beat stuttering, the way your character in the play would feel. “i like you, seokmin. i like you a lot.”

seeing seokmin’s visage brighten was the best sight in the world. his lips upturned joyfully, his eyes sparkling, his shoulders squaring in confidence. without a moment to lose, he leaned forward and sealed your lips in a kiss. the feeling of his lips against yours made your knees weak. you hung on to his biceps, clutching them as his lips gently moved against yours, tender and unhurried, relishing every different clash and angle you shared. he tightened his arms around you again, and you felt like you were in heaven.

when the two of you separated, you traded affectionate looks, before the director cleared his throat and announced, “well, you two need to do that again for the play’s opening night.”

the opening night was two weeks away, and you could just imagine how close you and seokmin would be during that time. seokmin chuckled and gazed at you with a brilliant smile. “sure thing. the kiss will be much, much better then.”

[hello-rosette-blog]

[ 02.19pm ] as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, you frowned. you didn’t like what you saw. you couldn’t help but pick on your features which you weren’t fond of, seeing how terrible and flawed they were.

suddenly, joshua came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and meeting your gaze through the mirror. he knew what was up; he knew you like the back of his hand. he pressed soft kisses on your temple, whispering softly.

“baby, don’t focus on the bad thoughts. focus on me, okay? you’re beautiful. you’re so beautiful. i think you’re the most beautiful person on this earth. there’s nothing about you that i would change, because you’re already the perfect package.”

[hello-rosette-blog]

[ 08.03am ] “good morning, sunshine! come on, wake up!” seokmin yelled as he put his arms around your sleeping figure and gently shook you. he pressed kisses on your cheeks and giggled once you finally stirred awake.

“why are you calling me sunshine?” you asked groggily. “that title belongs to you.”

he snorted in disagreement. “have you not seen your smile? it lights up my world. just like you do.”

you groaned and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “why are you so cheesy in the morning?”

“because you’re the love of my life and i want to make you happy.” he leaned down to kiss the top of your head, before pulling away in excitement. “come on, let’s go start the day!”

[hello-rosette-blog]

[ 07.14pm ] it was your first visit to the local carnival with junhui, and you were having a blast. you both had tried every ride and game, with you clinging to him whenever you were scared, him wrapping an arm around your shoulder whenever he had the chance, cracking jokes and laughing together. junhui obsessively played a game to win you a stuffed toy, and you bought him so much snacks and fed him all of them. by the end of the night, you two interlocked hands and shared a kiss on the lips, after he had sweetly asked you under the flaming fireworks, “y/n, you’re the most amazing person i’ve met. i can be myself around you, and i trust you the most. please be mine?” to which you happily agreed.

[hello-rosette-blog]

[ 07.32pm ] you and minghao were on the couch, enveloped in a thick blanket and in each other’s arms. a movie was playing on the tv screen in front of you, and it was one of your favorites so you paid all your attention to it. on the other hand, minghao was more consumed with you. he linked your fingers together, squeezing them, caressing the inside of your palm, showering soft pecks on the column of your neck, little loving things that would make you give all your attention to him.

[hello-rosette-blog]

[ 10.05am ] your classmate, jihoon, who happened to be a handsome guy with a great smile, was fussing to himself because he forgot to bring a pen with him. he couldn’t possibly do his quiz without one. you lent him one of yours, and the thankful smile he gave you made you weak in the knees. once the quiz was over, jihoon returned the pen to you right before he left, and attached to it was a little piece of scrap paper, with his number and words written on it: thank you. you’re cute. question: mind if we grab coffee sometime? answer: yes, yes, or yes. text me the answer.

[hello-rosette-blog]

[ 12.07pm ] mingyu couldn’t stop staring at you while you two were out on a lunch date in an outdoor café. the way the breeze blew your hair, the way your eyes glinted in the sun, the way you smiled and laughed, were things that made his heart flutter. he reached across the table to take your hand in his, bringing it to his lips, and grinning at you, all love and warmth. “thank you for being mine, y/n,” he said softly. “i love you.”