hurricane

❝let's blame each other for the things we never said.❞ + m.list

[kwcnsy]

jihoon drabble.

“Hold still.”

Careful not to touch the Q Tip too heavily onto the scratch on Jihoon’s cheek, you lightly dab ointment on the tender skin. He doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound and you’re not sure he’s even breathing. Maybe he’s holding his breath, just like you are.

“There. You’re good,” you say, trying your best not to inhale so loudly. You step away, putting space between the two of you. He doesn’t look at you, instead staring at the same spot in the wall he’d been staring at ever since he sat on your bed. His poker face makes the air in the room even more taut with tension and you’d leave if this wasn’t your room to begin with.

You clear your throat, and it’s only then that Jihoon starts to exhibit signs of life once more. He glances at you before lowering his head, his gaze finding the floor. “You should get the worse ones checked at Wonwoo’s tomorrow,” you check your watch, “or later. But that’ll have to do for now.”

“Alright,” Jihoon says. He was never a talker, not even before, when you two were together. So you learn to compensate.

“You really should leave all the legwork to the new guys,” you say.

He grunts. The springs of your mattress creak when he gets up, and you make a note to tell Seungcheol to get you a new mattress.

“I’m serious, Jihoon. It’s not like before when we didn’t have enough people,” you say, crossing your arms as you lean against the doorframe. “You could die out there, you know.”

You don’t know why you felt the need to say that. Of course he knew, as did you, when you both got into this business that it wasn’t exactly the safest profession. You remember the days when you actually had to be on the field, when there were only thirteen people running around trying to keep the famiglia alive. But there was a difference between then and now. He actually had a choice now. He actually could opt not to die.

“They’re incompetent. I can’t trust anyone else to do what I do,” Jihoon says as he walks to the door.

You bite your tongue. You wanted to tell him you understood. You wanted to say he’s never trusted anyone in his life, so why would this be any different, and forget I said anything, and of course, of course you’re still the same, I didn’t know what I was expecting.

It’s the first time in six months that you’ve actually taken a good look at Jihoon and he doesn’t seem to have changed. Six months since he said his feelings for you were long gone and he meant it. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but this should have been it. He was a man of his word. You were just hoping that, for you, he’d make an exception.

“Okay.”

He raises an eyebrow, turning to you. “Just ‘okay’?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“You usually have more than that,” he says, looking away from you again.

“Maybe it’s because it’s 4AM. I don’t know,” you say. “Just, be careful.”

“You know I am,” he says. “Thanks for the first-aid.”

You watch him leave your room, your mind shutting down from the need for sleep. In the morning, nothing would change. He’d still want nothing to do with you. A part of you wants another chance to give him first-aid, but the implications of that are things you don’t want to discuss.

Jihoon is a man of his word. He’ll be careful. That’s all you need to know.

[jeonghan-1004svt]

Once In A Blue Moon

[fyeahthe8]

B.D! | do not edit/crop photo.

[jeonheart]

hoshi the vitamin at your service ><

[kwcnsy]

questions tag!

tagged by @jejublr​ wahh i’m sorry i’ve only posted it now! thank you for the tag~

rules: answer 11 questions from the person who tagged you and then make 11 more for the next people that you tag. 

what are the kpop songs that you would recommend to other people?  depends on the person! my usual go-to is Pretty U by SEVENTEEN, Dope by BTS, Beautiful Liar by VIXX LR, and As If It’s Your Last by BLACKPINK.

list your top 5 bias from any group! oh man I don’t think I even stan 5 groups at this point but at any rate, here goes!:

woozi ; SVT

baekhyun ; EXO

jungkook ; BTS

solar ; MAMAMOO

lisa ; BLACKPINK

anything you wanna say to me? i really enjoy seeing your posts on my dash!!! i wish i weren’t as awkward as i am so we could talk more. i’ll work harder! ^^

how and when did you get into kpop? it was 2013, around september, i think! my classmates were practicing to dance to a kpop song for our teacher’s day program and the song got stuck in my head. i ended up spending hours on youtube just binge-watching kpop videos lol

what are you favorite looks on your bias? okay so i really thought about this and i can’t??? decide??? jihoon looks good in everything BUT not that god-awful mullet!!! i mean jihoon, darling, i love you, but i hate seeing that mullet on you :(

what is your ideal type? i don’t think i have one! my standards are very flexible lol but if i should have one, probably someone hard-working and dedicated!

what are the three songs that mean the most to you? (kpop/non-kpop) probably:

absolutely - nine days

healing - SEVENTEEN

3am - matchbox twenty

do you like traveling? where is your dream vacation? yes! i’ve already been to, but i keep wanting to go back to bohol (it’s somewhere in the philippines) because the beaches are so nice and relaxing!

you’re going on a road trip with 3 other people, dead, alive, fictional, real, famous or not. who are they and why? soonyoung, seokmin, and seungkwan! they seem like a lively bunch and i think they’d enjoy a good road trip

if you’re stranded on a deserted island, who is the one person you would bring with you and why? my mother. she’d know what to do lmao

what would you do if you were the CEO of your favorite group’s company? besides actually giving them the recognition they deserve, i’d treat them to korean bbq whenever they wish!

((i won’t be tagging anyone because i’m too shy lol sorry;;))

[kwcnsy]

writing challenge! // wip edition

tagged by @spcywolf​ ! thank you so much for the tag~

rules: this is the writing challenge! reply with the last five lines that you wrote for your stories and tag five other people! 

“Come on, I’ve got a good feeling about this! Don’t you trust me?”

“Not in the slightest,” you say.

“You need to learn to take more risks,” he says.

“Oh, trust me,” you say, your voice dripping with contempt. “Every day is a risk with you around.”

tagging @minigum @jejublr @fromthe-seoul if they want to do this tag c:

[kwcnsy]

casual update #1

as promised, here's a casual update just to let you know what i've been up to!

so, i still have a request for a jeonghan fluff one-shot sitting in my inbox but i've been a bit busy and i haven't gotten around to writing it yet... (sorry, anon!) i'm hoping to finish urgent school assignments soon and hopefully i'll be able to write it out by then. i already have an idea of what situation to write (thanks to my friend Wen) but i just don't have the time to write it...

also, if you've noticed, i've only been putting out really short fics. i feel like these don't showcase my writing style as well as i want them to... rest assured, i'll be putting out longer fics in the future. i just don't like posting things i'm not certain i can finish.

that being said, here is my to-do list (sort of! it's just a list of ideas, really):

royalty!jihoon arranged marriage au

exes au with jisoo

CEO!soonyoung/CFO!reader

fluffy Jeonghan one-shot (requested)

out of all of them, i've only started on the first one. here's a short excerpt:

You glance at Jihoon from the corner of your eye, but it doesn’t seem like he notices your gaze on him. He just looks around, a blank look on his face. You tear your gaze away from him and look around, observing all the couples at the party. They were all touching in one way or another, arms wrapped around shoulders, hands touching, kisses on cheeks. You’d yet to experience any of that with Jihoon.

You look up when he calls your name, your inquiring gaze going up to his face only to discover his gaze elsewhere.

“I will take my leave from the party for tonight,” he says.

You raise your eyebrows at this. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave before it was over. He just liked working more than parties. But it was the first time he’d informed you before he’d gone. Usually, you’d just have trouble finding him and eventually you’d retire to your room after being told by one of the servants that he’d gone to his room for the night. It was a first, and you were wondering what was different about tonight.

“I see,” you say, not really sure what the right thing to say was. “Good night, your highness.”

Jihoon glances at you briefly and nods before leaving. You contemplate whether or not you should return to your own room as well. Parties were fun and all, but you barely knew anyone here and it was getting uncomfortable just standing around alone.

“Prince Jihoon is rather cold for a married man,” a voice says some ways behind you. You straighten your back unconsciously at this.

“I agree. He leaves his wife alone quite often. Poor thing,” another voice says.

You reckon it wouldn’t be wise to stay any longer and hear more of what they had to say. It made you wonder about your husband, which was not something you wanted to do. Deciding to retire for the night, you return to your room.

i'm really looking forward to writing out these ideas. i hope you're as hyped as i am!

also big shoutout to gumi for listening to me ramble about my ideas and for generally being a great person! you can find her at @minigum .

that's about it for now! thanks for reading this far, and i hope you have a nice day!

[kwcnsy]

minigum replied to your post: on updates! I try to keep posting on this blog...

i’d love to see casual updates! :’) it’s kind of cool to see the wip/working stage of things because i’m always curious about what people are working on and i think this kind of set up is perfect for sating my curiosity ^^

same, actually! i love seeing rough drafts and getting to hear about other writers’ writing processes. it inspires me and makes me wanna write more. i’ll take note of that, then. thanks!

[kwcnsy]

Hello! Congrats on starting out!! :) Can i request a First Kiss!Seungcheol drabble? Thank you so much and good luck for your blog! :) - Double Scoop Anon

hello! thanks, anon! you can find your request here ! sorry it took so long… i hope you like it!

[kwcnsy]

first kiss // seungcheol

Wordcount: 299 Summary: It didn't matter that you bumped foreheads the first try. You had a lifetime to get it right.

    You rub at your forehead, laughing. Seungcheol does the same, his face flushing. You think it's adorable, how he's embarrassed. You probably would have been embarrassed, too, if it were someone else. But Seungcheol had been there for you nearly your entire life and you were beyond being shameful around him at this point.

    "Sorry," he says, sheepish. He stops rubbing at his forehead and looks to the side, avoiding your gaze.

    "Hey, bumping foreheads is common," you say. "Maybe we just got too excited." He doesn't respond.

    "Don't tell me you're getting shy, Seungcheol," you say, a teasing grin on your face. You slowly reach out to him and place your hands on his cheeks, turning his face to face yours. "Come on, it's just me.

    "That's just it. It's you," he says, unable to keep himself from smiling back. "I can't help feeling this way because it's you."

    Your heart does a little flip at his words, and you're pretty sure your face is bright red now. "So unfair," you mutter, pulling him towards you.

    "What-"

    You tilt your head and press your lips onto his tentatively. He puts his hand on the back of your head and moves his lips against yours, his arm moving to pull you closer to him by the waist. Your hands move from his face to his hair. He hums when you run your fingers through the strands and you smile against his lips, liking his response. You pull away and his eyes slowly drag open, his lips slightly parted.

    "Why'd you stop?" he says, his voice low.

    "My boyfriend," you say, testing out how it feels to actually voice it. "Choi Seungcheol."

    "Yeah," he says, cupping your cheek. "I'm your boyfriend. Now, kiss me."

    Your lips meet again, melding impatiently.

[kwcnsy]

on updates!

I try to keep posting on this blog limited to actual writing but since I'm in uni and I can't churn out fics everyday I was wondering if y'all would be interested in seeing casual updates from me? Just so I can keep the blog alive. They can be progress reports, drafts, idea dumps— that sort of stuff. I'm not sure if that would be interesting to see but let me know what you think!

[kwcnsy]

im so happy to see more people writing for seventeen! might I request something werewolf!wonwoo related?

hello!!! you can find your request here ! i hope you like it :D

[kwcnsy]

i'll protect you // wonwoo

Werewolf!AU Wordcount: 751 Summary: You never liked fighting but something happens to change your mind.

    Werewolves, in your experience, were usually barbaric creatures with no regard for polite speech and careful wardrobe choices. They were always so loud, so rowdy. They didn’t know what inside voices were.

    You always hated being one.

    It wasn’t unknown to you that your pack thought you weren’t cut out to be a werewolf. Such a shame, they would say. The only child of our great leader can’t even fight.

    Fights were uninteresting to you. Your pack loved brawls, though. They would spar for so many hours everyday and they’d never get tired of it. You knew it was important to learn how to fight. You had to protect your territory because your honor counted on it, or whatever. But it just didn’t appeal to you.

    Wonwoo was the only one who understood. You’d never seen him wounded or injured so you guessed he was either a really strong werewolf or he didn’t like fights. You were leaning more towards the latter, as he was usually holed up in the manor with his nose buried in a book.

    Books were what brought the two of you together. He was taken in a few years ago after he’d gone rogue from his own pack and he spent most of his days as a new addition to your pack in the library. You’d never met a werewolf like Wonwoo before, and you felt yourself drawn to him. Not that you’d admit it.

    You look up at the clock hanging up on the wall in the living area. Wonwoo rarely went out but when he did he was usually back by this time. Turning your attention back to the TV, you attempt to keep your mind off it when a commotion stirs, making you sit up from your lazy slouch against the couch.

    “Wonwoo?!” you exclaim, standing up and taking in the cuts on his face and the gash on his abdomen. The ones helping him walk tell you to step back and make way. You watch helplessly as they bring him to the clinic. You feel rage bubble in your gut. Whoever did this would have hell to pay.

    It wasn’t until two hours later that they told you you could see Wonwoo. You rush over to the clinic, where you see him sitting on the bed, his torso wrapped in bandages. Your feet run up to him instinctively and your eyes roam over his face. You find yourself hoping silently that the wounds wouldn’t scar.

    “They won’t scar.”

    “Who did this?” you ask, the fury once again burning in your heart. You wanted revenge.

    “It doesn’t matter,” he says. “It’s nothing a few stitches won’t fix.”

    “Tell me,” you growl. “I’ll make them pay.”

    “You don’t even fight,” Wonwoo says. “And I won’t have you getting hurt on my account.”

    “Then I’ll train,” you say, your voice growing louder. “They’re not getting away with this. I can tell Father-”

    “Calm down,” Wonwoo says, sighing. “There’s no need to get worked up over something like this.”

    “No! You’re hurt!” you exclaim, infuriated at his cool composure. Why wasn’t he more upset over this?

    “It’s not a big deal-”

    “It is to me!”

    You hold his gaze, your eyebrows knitted in your frustration. “I don’t care if it’ll heal! I don’t want you getting hurt!”

    “We’re werewolves. Getting hurt is a given,” Wonwoo says, returning your stare blankly.

    “Then I’ll get hurt instead. I’ll learn how to fight. Just… Please… Don’t get hurt anymore,” you say. All your life you’ve been indifferent to fighting. But now you understood why your pack fought. It was because they had something important to them, something they wanted to protect.

    You clench your fists. “I’ll get stronger and I’ll protect you so…”

    “You’re stealing all the cool lines,” Wonwoo says, an amused smile on his face. He flicks your forehead lightly. “I can protect myself, you know. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

    “But I hate seeing you like this,” you say.

    “I don’t know, it’s nice having you worry about me,” he teases.

    You make to punch his shoulder, annoyed. He catches your fist. “I’m being serious here!”

    Lowering your hand and keeping it in his, he looks at you with kind eyes. “Then let’s get stronger together so neither of us get hurt.” He unfurls your hand from its balled state and runs his thumb over your palm. “I don’t plan on losing you or losing to you.”

    You press your lips into a thin line. “Deal.”

[94wnd]

Normally, I’m n o t like this | ©

[jeonghney]

have you ever seen hands so beautiful you started crying

[kwcnsy]

Ooooo congrats on starting writing on here!! My request is Minghao & first date pls

thank you, anon! you can find your request here !

[kwcnsy]

first date // minghao

Wordcount: 1748 Genre: Fluff Summary: You just wanted everything to be perfect but Murphy's Law was having none of it.

    If you being late was anything to go by, you should have expected today wouldn’t go at all according to plan.

    You wanted to blame it on something else but, really, you only had yourself to blame. You’d forgotten to set your alarm the night before and woke up five minutes past the time you decided to meet up. Part of you wanted to crawl back into bed and wallow in your stupid mistake but a bigger part of you had been looking forward to this day for so long that you had to suck it up and move forward.

    After all, it wasn’t like first dates with Xu Minghao were being given away like promo fliers.

    You quickly text him an apology and tell him you woke up late. His reply comes immediately after, telling you it’s no big deal. You die a little inside at his considerate words and feel a little worse for being late.

    You feel your mood deflate as you start to regret, once again, not setting your alarm. You’d wanted to agonize over your outfit for half an hour and bask in the giddy feeling of anticipation while waiting for the time to leave. Instead, you got ten minutes in the shower and throwing on your play-safe dress and heels. You didn’t even have the energy to feel nervous. The day starting off so terribly drained all your enthusiasm.

    You run to the meeting place, your calves starting to ache a little. Minghao’s face comes into view and a smile blooms on your face at the sight of him. He sees you and waves, and you feel the enthusiasm you lost start to bubble in your chest again. You raise your hand to wave back before you topple over mid-run.

    A groan escapes your lips as you feel the stinging of the scrape on your knee. You start to get up and wobble again. Minghao’s hand shoots out and steadies you. It’s then that you realize you’d been sitting on the ground long enough for him to get to where you were. You’re able to stand up with his help, but it’s then that you notice something wrong.

    “Hey, you okay?” he asks, peering into your face. You look down at your feet to confirm your suspicions.

    “My heel broke,” you say, your brow furrowing.

    “Ah,” Minghao says, turning his gaze to your feet. He looks away, thoughtful, and starts to look through his backpack for something. “They might be too big but you can wear my dance practice shoes for now. At least, until we find a store that sells flip-flops.”

    You weren’t really in a place to say no and that’s how you found yourself wearing male sneakers four sizes too big with your dress. As you walk beside him, you start to wonder what Minghao thought of you, being more than half an hour late to your date and falling over in the middle of a crowded sidewalk because you’d broken your heel. You weren’t exactly making the best impression.

    “I heard about girls wearing their boyfriend’s clothes, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Minghao says, chuckling. You feel heat rush to your face and duck your head, not wanting to look at him. He probably thought you were clumsy and graceless now.

    He calls your name and you reluctantly look at him. He has his head tilted slightly to the side, his eyebrows knitted together. “You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”

    My pride hurts, you want to say. “No,” you say. You shoot him a bright, sheepish smile. “I’m just a little embarrassed. I’ve struck out two times already and our date hasn’t even formally started yet.”

    Minghao nods in understanding. “Accidents happen. It’s not your fault.” He smiles slightly, his features softening. “Besides, you can strike out however many times you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

    You blink at him, his words taking a while to register in your head. You manage a small smile in return and let the conversation drop into a lull. What he said left your heart singing and your stomach flopping. You couldn’t really top that without going overboard.

    Breaking eye contact, Minghao takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together without a hint of bashfulness. You barely succeed in stopping yourself from sputtering and try to keep your composure. You didn’t have to be flustered over a little physical contact but his hand was so warm and it fit so nicely against your own that you couldn’t help it. How was he so calm? You could feel your heart drumming painfully against your chest and he didn’t seem to be nervous in the slightest.

    You buy a pair of flip-flops as soon as you get to the mall and head to the cinema immediately after. You didn’t even want to think about the weird looks people were giving you earlier when they noticed your shoes. You had to focus on making the date the best you could.

    “What movie are we seeing again?”

    The cashier looks at the two of you expectantly. You come back to your senses.

    “Oh, that one,” you say, pointing to the title on the cashier’s list.

    You’d been hearing about the movie from your friends for a while. Apparently, it was great and would keep you on the edge of your seat the whole time. You were completely sold. Thinking about it, you were sure your plan would work out perfectly. You could impress Minghao with your superb taste in films with this date and make him like you even more.

    “Sorry, no seats left for that movie.”

    There must be someone out to ruin your life, or at least your date with Minghao.

    “What?” you say.

    “Let’s pick another movie,” Minghao says, disrupting your thought process before it goes downhill.

    Begrudgingly, you pick what looked to be a horror film and shove your disappointment into some dark corner of your brain. Oh well, you muse. If you weren’t going to impress Minghao with your excellent taste in films, at least you were going to have an excuse to squeeze his hand and cling to him.

    Only it wasn’t a horror film. It was a documentary about the supernatural, and not even a good one. It was so boring it was almost painful to sit through it and, by the time you were halfway through, you could feel your eyes closing on their own as the monotonous voice of the narrator droned on and on. You tentatively rest your head on Minghao’s shoulder, gauging whether or not he’d be okay with it.

    You feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you towards him, his warmth and close proximity jolting you awake. Your neck was bent in an irregular way, too, so you couldn’t really relax, but you wanted to relish in the contact. You’d endure the discomfort until the documentary was over if it could mean being close to Minghao.

    That’s what you thought, anyway. It wasn’t long before your neck started to grow sore from the way you were sitting and, as much as you wanted to lean your head on his shoulder until the documentary ended, your body was begging you to move.

    “Uh, Minghao,” you say, quietly. He hums in response. “My neck is starting to hurt.”

    He lifts his arm from your shoulders and looks at you as you straighten up and tilt your head side to side. “Sorry,” he says, turning his gaze back to the screen.

    Mentally kicking yourself, you look back to the screen as well. He probably thought you were making up an excuse to get away from him. You wanted to clarify, but you had a feeling he would get even more suspicious if you did. You beat yourself up over it until the credits roll. After this was lunch and it was your last chance.

    You heard from your friends about the new restaurant that opened nearby. It was a hot date spot and the food was supposedly the best. Plus, the ambiance of the whole place was classy and trendy. You taking Minghao there for lunch would make up for all of your mess-ups.

    “We’re fully booked, sorry.”

    At this point, you just wanted to cry.

    Okay, so you probably should have made a reservation, considering how popular the place was. Thinking you could get a table without making a reservation was awfully optimistic of you. You should have planned for this date better. Nothing was going according to plan and you were starting to feel empty. Minghao says something about eating at the foodcourt, and you silently follow him to an empty table. He tries to make conversation throughout your meal, but you just feel so upset you can’t offer substantial responses.

    Minghao walks you home shortly after, his hand no longer holding yours. He keeps his distance, too, but you pretend not to notice. You wonder if he thought you wasted his time because you certainly felt that you did. You thought first dates were supposed to be cute and happy and fun but this was the farthest from those things.

    “Hey.”

    You look up and realize you’re standing on the sidewalk in front of your house.

    “Oh, we’re here,” you say.

    “Yeah, time flies,” he says, his hands in his pockets.

    You nod before speaking, your words coming out slowly. “Thanks for today, Minghao.”

    He’s silent, his gaze turned to the ground.

    “Sorry I was such a klutz,” you say. “I hope you had fun anyway.”

    “Of course I did,” he says, looking at you. “I thought you were the one who wasn’t having fun.”

    “Oh,” you say. “Well, it’s just I wanted this day to be perfect and nothing was going according to plan. I feel like I wasted your time.”

    Minghao laughs, the sound cutting through the tension and making it disappear. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I’m not making fun of you.” He lets his laughter die down before speaking again. “I don’t need a perfect date. Any date is perfect if it’s with you. Got it?”

    You find yourself smiling despite yourself as you nod. “Got it.”

    “Besides, there’s always next time. If you think I’m going to let you go after one date, you’ve got another thing coming,” he says, ruffling your hair. You swat his hand away and he laughs. You feel your worries dissipate at the sound.